Post by daniel on Apr 22, 2009 19:53:36 GMT -5
About You,,
Name: Emma
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Time Role Playing: 2 years
Secret word: Curious
Why do you think you would be an asset to this site:
Cause I'm just that damn perfect, ha! -winks at Soma-
About The Character,,
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[/img][/center]Canon or Original: Original
Name: Matthew Daniel Corbett
Nickname
Age and Year: 18, Senior
Sexuality: Straight
Play-by: Nathan.. something.. xD GIA, HELP!
Marital Status: Single
Location: Dorms
Clique: Musician
Appearance: Standing at five feet, ten inches tall, Matt strolls the campus, usually shirtless might I add, with his six pack exposed. His milky brown hair matches his eyes, always the determination to steal a girl's heart swirling inside of his pupils. His wardrobe usually includes either tight jeans that hang below his waist or shorts/slacks and a white tank top.. if he wears something to cover his upper body.
His feet are a bit bigger than females tend to admire.. he's about a size ten these days. Though, high school kids seem to have their biggest growth spirts during those four final years of baby school.
Personality: Matt may come off as one of the 'popular' kids in school, but he's nowhere close. Don't get it wrong.. he's good at getting friends and girls to follow him around, but he doesn't belong in the popular clique. He is a devoted musician and loves to write his own music, though has a passion of taking original songs and twisting it to make it his own.
Being the talented musician he is, he usually slacks off when it comes to academics. He's always tuning out the lesson, thinking of lyrics and girls all day. He can be bubbly and very flirty when it comes to girls.. especially hot ones.
Likes:
- Girls
- Music
- Poetry
- Warm weather
- New fads
Dislikes:
- Bitchy populars
- Nerds
- School [academically wise]
- Little kids
- Stalker-sounding voices
Family Members: Teresa Corbett(45), Andrew Corbett(47), Angelica (15)
History: Matt, being the musician that he is today, wasn't just magically born with a talent. Well, perhaps, but he went through a lot to work up the voice he's got now. Voluntarily, Matt took lessons for his vocals.. not the gay 'glee club' or chorus classes that elementary school students get involved in. The REAL vocal classes that really test to see if you have the balls to survive in the challenging world of musicians. Anyhow, let's proceed. After taking about three years of his vocal classes, in which he began in seventh grade, he decided to see how far it could really get him.
Now that he's in high school and is taking as many music classes as he can, he tries to get himself out into the open.. get himself noticed. He's not necessarily a conceited person, but he sets high bars for himself and hates to let himself down. Growing up, his sister was his audience. She gave him the determination to pursue what he really loved to do. Sing. Without her, he doesn't think he'd be as successful with his music as he is today. He's sent in a few demo CD's to record companies, though haven't really heard from them...
Role Playing Example:
#1464. Katie strolled over to her locker, her blue eyes looking down to her bright -baby- pink lock. She sighed before attempting to open her lock. She, for some reason, always had difficulties opening her lock. It always took her at least 3 minutes to open her locker - absolutely ridiculous. She turned it to 7, then over to 14, then reversed the direction and turned it to 26. She tugged on the lock and of course.. it didn't open. Katie groaned and moved her lock back to zero. It was time to try again. She wondered how many attempts it would take her today...
7, 14, 26. Tug. Didn't open. "Oh come on!" She yelled angrily to herself. She pressed her black fingernails up against her stubborn locker and tried again. 7, 14, 26. Tug. Didn't open. Katie was ready to slam her head into the damn locker. Maybe she would indent it and it would become easier to open. Her mind decided to bring her back into reality, and she realized she was in school. In a hallway. With several other people passing by.
Her bright blue eyes looked into the right corner of her eye socket and slowly turned around. There were a few nerds passing by that began to laugh, trying to avoid eye contact with her. There were also a few random people around that she never had seen in her life before. She turned back around to face her locker and gave herself a facepalm. Hearing some footsteps coming up behind her, she struggled to take the lock back into her fingers to attempt to open it again.
Katie decided to turn it to the first number again. 7. Second, 14. Third, 26. Pull. OPEN. Finally! She thought. She opened her locker slowly and looked over her books neatly stacked up in a pile. She had history next, so her eyes looked over all the bindings for the right one. She pursed her pretty pink lips as she did so, awaiting for her eyes to pick out the right one.