|
|
Post by Alexander Grey on Aug 3, 2007 6:22:27 GMT -5
YOU
Name: Charlie
Gender:Male
Age:17
Role Play Sample:
“Jessy Anne Frank! Get your fucking ass out of bed now!” Her mother yelled, standing in her door way, looking at her ebony haired daughter laying in bed. Jessy Anne Frank was never a trouble for her mother till she turned 16. “Get up, you lazy little bitch!” Her mother screamed again, before Jessy’s father finally came into the room. Stomping in by the girls bed, her father took a hand full of the girls hair and lifted her up. Jessy screamed with pain, just before her father struck her cheek. “You listen to your mother when she’s fuckin’ talking to you, understand!” Her father yelled at her, spitting at her as he did so. Her mother smiled with tobacco and coffee stained teeth, still standing in the door way, looking like a whore with messed up make- up and curled hair. “Thank you Jimmy…” Her mother said as he walked past her, leaving her mother to close the door, just as Jess stood up from her bed.
Jessy had learned not to cry by now. Her father’s hands no longer hurt her when he hit her, but almost made her want to laugh at him. But knowing that if she did, he would have harmed her even more than he already did. Her mother was a whore, a prostitute, worked on the streets all night, while her father was the pimp, using the money to buy drugs or more beer than they already had stock piled within the fridge and cabinets. But Jessy never really let it get her down, she didn’t give a shit anymore, point was, at least she still had to go to school, to get away from this hell hole.
Jess moved over to push open her black laptop computer, turning the music in which was already playing from it up all the way so that she couldn’t hear her mother and father yelling about how stupid, or lazy she was. Rolling her ice colored eyes, Jess moved to take a seat at a vanity, where a broken mirror sat. Not really bothered by it, Jess began to apply dark colored eye-shadow and lipstick. Standing up, her hair down as always, hiding her bruised shoulders. She slid on a pair of tight leather pants, tilting her head slowly, she smiled at herself within another broken mirror. Placing on a torn up mesh shirt, along with a black leather corset in which her friend had given her.
That was all she really needed, was her leather, and her make-up.
Leaving the house, a total mess, she didn’t care. It was her mother who always left the house a trash bin. Her father never cleaned, but then again, neither did she. “Fuck them” She would think to herself, it was they’re mess, she didn’t need to clean it. She never cleaned anything, unless it was her own mess.
Showing up a school, late as usual. Jessy closed the door to her ‘70 Doge Challenger, she locked the doors and slipped the key’s into her coat pocket. Walking into 1st period late, the teacher and most of the prim proper students gave her a dirty look. The teacher said nothing about Jess’s already swollen cheek. Popping her jaw, Jess got out her things and began to do as she was told to do. But something caught her attention, she remembered a news article that she had cut out, about a killer clown that was going around driving an ice cream truck. The news paper called him “Sweet Tooth.” Funny name for a killing clown. With a giggle, Jess, or “Raven” Read about how he had killed 16 prison guards, and broke out a jail with another man named Frank McCutcheon, also known as “No-Face”.
Frank McCutcheon, a boxer at the local gym, His father a championship Boxer. But unlike his father, No-Face has never been a contender for the National Title. Each week he fought purely for the love of the sport. Every fight would go the distance and the fans loved the show that No-Face put on. But one night, while boxing, his opponent moved and beat the living hell out of him, scratching his eye, causing him to go blind in his left eye, along with breaking his nose in three places, and busting the No-Face’s lip… Hence the Name.
Classes were dismissed, and Raven moved from her class room, down the halls of the large school where the pretty girls would laugh, or sneer at her for being who, and what she was. Still, she never understood why they couldn’t just leave her alone the way she left them alone. With a shake of her head, Raven moved down the steps to the lower level of the school, where her friends stood by her locker. Playing with small pocket knives and they’re fake Voodoo Dolls.
“Raven…” A boy’s voice called over the girls shoulder, with a devilish smirk, the girl turned, wrapping her arm around his neck, watching the taller boy with brown hair.
“What’s on your mind Jared…?” Raven asked, pushing herself away from the boy before she pushed her friend Lynk from her locker, opening it, a noose fell, black rope, along with her spell book. Rolling her eyes, Raven knelt down, lifting her things and shoving them back into her locker.
“You hear the story about Sweet Tooth getting out?” Jared asked her. Tilting his head a bit to the side, something he always did when they were talking, or even looking at each other.
“Yeah, I heard that he got out. I think its fucking hilarious, maybe he’ll hit the school.” Raven giggled, praying that maybe he would, end her fucked up life, along with Jared’s.
Jared Ross. Yeah, normal name for a normal boy right? Well, normal would be the wrong word for Jared. His family was much like Raven’s, which was probably why he loved her so much, and always wanted to take care of her. His mother was a whore and a heroin addict. His father was a drunk who was never home because he was off fucking other women while his mother was at home fucking other men. Jared was always sheltered, after his older brother Steven’s death. Steven and Jared were out joy-riding, which was Steven’s Idea, when they were hit by a large 18 wheeler truck with a police car attached to the front bumper. Jared lived, Steven, died instantly.
Jared, to this day still blames himself for it.
“Maybe…” Jared smirked with the shrug of his shoulders before he slowly moved his right arm around Raven’s waist, holding her close to him, making it seem like he would die if she wasn’t at his side at least half the day. Which she could understand because she was the same way with him. She had to at least hug him every time she saw him in a day.
“Raven, what if Sweet Tooth does come… What if he asks you to become part of his murdering group, I’ve heard he has a few people already killing people with and for him.”
“I’d say ‘I’m In’ After all, I would love to meet No-Face, and Sweet Tooth himself, if he’s as slightly demented as me, then I think him and I will get along just fine.” Raven smirked, nodding slowly, pushing her fingers through her ebony curls. Of course Raven would be in within a heartbeat. It was her dream, well… one of her dreams, to just drop everything and kill everyone she hated, and or despised….
CHARACTER
Full Name: Alexander Allen Grey
Age: twenty
Gender: Male
Grade, if student: Freshman
Major, if student: Fine Art
Celebrity: Alexander Evans
Likes:
Dislikes:
Flaws:
History:
It wasn’t even the year after the girl had graduated from high school and already she was pregnant with another mans child… Amazing is it not? Of course, her first instinct was to get an abortion, but the father of the child told her no, and even threatened her. Therefore, the girl kept the child, giving birth on September 12th in 1989. A boy, is what the doctors said, a beautiful baby boy who looked much more like his father than he did his mother. His father, Tyler Grey, a wealthy man who took great care of his young fiancée, and the new child.
It was true that because Alex’s father was rich that he was too. Of course he was spoiled by his mother and his father, what with him being they’re only child. Alex was sent to the best schools, and played every sport that he thought he could play. Making his mother and father buy him things for football, base ball, soccer, nearly every sport than a child his age could play, or wanted to play. His parents spent huge numbers of money on him, but they always thought that it made him happy, and sometimes it did
When Alex turned 13, he started to go to middle school, once again, probably the best middle school in town. Though so much happened over those two years. Alex started a band, and soon became the star player of the soccer team. Though while he was the captain of the team, and was friends with many of the kids, Alex met a boy named Kris, who he called his best friend. Though after the last game of the season, Kris was invited over to Alex’s house to a party, just for them. But the party turned into more, and so did they’re friendship… That was Alex’s first kiss, and that was how he came to learn that he was what some people called “Bi-sexual”
Sadly, the relationship, and the friendship soon ended when Kris moved away. Leaving Alex behind with his rich family. After that, all of the bad things started to happen, though Alex says that he had a happy childhood, he really didn’t. After 7th grade, Alex advanced into 8th, and met many other boys and girls who were like him, and one could say that he was one of the popular rocker kids that everyone knew. After he met his best friend, Lisa, they started a band, one that she soon dropped out of, but her brother seemed to take over her place rather well.
Other than the fact that Alex couldn’t play any instruments, he was going to be the manager at first, before Lisa took over and made him start singing, discovering that he was rather good at it. Alexander, or Otter, the nick name he had gotten from they’re Guitar Player, James, has been the front man for the band ever since.
Freshman year, seemed to come and go, though a lot had changed, his mother and father were finally married, took forever, he thought, and he was in a new school with new people, and he was getting older, and started to get into bigger and better things. Though everything he got into isn’t good for him, like the weed, and the beer. But what the hell, he’s a teen, and he wants to have some fun before he dies. That’s how he sees it anyway.
Sophomore year was the same, new boyfriends, new fan girls who liked to have sex with him, and nearly every other member in the band, but he supposed that he should get used to that. Soon enough, Alex was surfing, and going to the beach nearly every day, getting tans, and what not. At age 16 was when he started to get into piercing, getting his lip pierced in a “Snake Bite” Style, along with his tongue.
As much as his parents hate it, they have never yelled at him, or turned him away for them, they just ignore the metal, and try not to think of what he was going to get into next. Though Alex has been rather clean and very careful at what he does, never doing drugs or drinking in the house, {In The House... Which means he does do drugs and he does drink} or bringing over the band mates to play in the basement. Some may call him a momma’s boy, because he actually respects his parents, and does what they ask him to do.
After Highschool, Alexander wanted to move on, he knew that he had the money to go to colloge, and figured that he would put it off for a few years. Now Twenty years old, he has taken a new turning point in life, wanting to Major in Fine Arts, he begins his jounrey at East Vally University.
Personality:
-Wild-
Alex is a wild child, and he always has been. He’s a bit of a punk, who steals things, and lies to get out of the trouble he gets into. He likes to party, and that’s usually where his wild side starts to really show. When Alex turned 16, and got his car, he started to street race, because it gave him a thrill and made him feel like nothing could stop him, and it was true until he got into a car accident and killed his best friend in the process. Though he no longer races, he’s still a wild child.
-Sweet-
Though he can be a punk, and is an ass a lot of the time, Alex is a very sweet kid, who does enjoy being nice to people, do to the fact that Karma as been fucking up his life since his best friend died. So he is nice to people, when he first meets them, but if they start to get on his nerves or spread rumors and call themselves his friend, and are never there for him, he can turn into the asshole that a lot of people know he has locked inside of him.
-The Comic-
Alex is a bit of a comedian, he loves to crack jokes and make people laugh with random stories, and stupid stunts that he tends to pull off. His friends used to tell him that he should be in jackass because Alex is the kind of guy who will run down the street with no clothes on, just to see how many people he can shock, or make laugh.
-Competitive-
Alex plays sports and therefore is very competitive in almost everything he does in life. If someone says they can do something better than he can, they better prove it, because Alex will tell you do so, and if you can’t, he’ll go an extra mile just to show you, that he is the best and what he does.
-Vain-
Alex has a problem with being vain at times, even though he has one of the worst cases of self loathing a lot of people have ever seen. Yet when he is feeling Vain, he can be a prick. After all, being the front man of a band, and playing sports, can make a boy his age a bit fat-headed.
Appearance:
-Face//eyes-
Alex has always been known for his amazingly blue eyes, many people would kill to have eyes like his. Though Alex knows that people tend to say they’re contacts because of the blue color they give off, Alex pushes the thoughts of negativity away from his mind. His face is that of his fathers, round and yet beautiful, his skin as soft as a white rose petal, and nearly as pale. Alex doesn’t leave his home very often, which is the cause of his paste colored skin.
-Body-
Alexander is rather tall, about 5’11” to be exact, in his family, that’s tall. Though most of the boys his age seem to tower over him, he honestly doesn’t mind. Alexander has always been very fit, never too over weight, or under, then again, he does play sports, and surfs. What with him being athletic, he was bond to stay skinny for a while.
-Hair-
Alexander takes far too much pride in his hair. He tends to keep it long but when he does cut it, he never gets it above his ears. A weird thing about the kid, he hates it when his ears show, which is why he tends to make a fuss when people push his hair behind his ear, it tends to bother him, plus, his ears get cold.
-Clothing-
Alex tends to wear whatever he is comfortable in, which is usually classified under the “Emo” style of clothing. Tight blue jeans, with vibrant colored shirts, and a pair of Vans, and sometimes even a pair of white and blue chucks. He does wear different clothes, from plaid button down shirts, to gangster T’s.
OTHER
Are your history and personality both four paragraphs each?: Yes
Is your appearance three paragraphs?: Yes
What makes your character different?: Alexander is a very diffrent person, a guy who tries to get along with everyone... The underdog if you will, a loner who doesn't have many friends. Alex is the kind of guy that every town has, the one kid who walks down an empty street and girls say "he's cute" under they're breath, but deep down, they really don't want to know him. Granted, he is a fun person, he's the kind of guy who would rather spend the night alone with a beer in his hand, than to make an effort on meeting new people who will just turn him away in the end.
What is the hidden rules word?: 'jelly beans'
|
|
