Post by josh on Jan 4, 2009 19:22:41 GMT -5
About You,,
Name: Soma
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Time Role Playing: 8
Why do you think you would be an asset to this site:
Umm... I'm... interesting? XD And, I also play Carly! XD
About The Character,,
Canon or Original: Original
Name: Joshua Spencer Cole.
Nickname
Age and Year: Eighteen, Senior
Sexuality: Straight
Play-by: Zac Efron
Marital Status: Single
Location: [Cole Household]
Appearance:
Dear Joshua, he's most noticeable feature is his stunning blue eyes. It's maybe the reason girl's fall in love with him, though his personality isn't that bad either. Due to his working out and playing sports, he has built himself rather well among his years of high school. Just your regular old innocent looking boy, set with a innocent face and eyes that one could get lost in. For some reason, he's always dressed neat and proper, nice suits on special occasions and sometimes even button-up shirts when hanging out with friends. It be considered a flaw, but at least he always looks nice for a date.
His image sticks into one's mind, since freshman year at high school, many people know who he is by now. Sure, call him popular, though he doesn't consider himself it at all. He keeps his closest friend in his protection, never would he want to see harm come to her. His image has helped him get a standard of being known as a 'Pretty boy' who has a lot of fans.
Personality: Mister Prince Charming, is what could be the best way to describe him. Or maybe, a knight in shining armor, so Elle joked with him about. His buff looking persona makes a few people imitated, but his personality is just a completely shy one. He finds it hard to talk to girls, who isn't his close friend. His charm is his best shot at love, he'd do anything for a girl in need, and considers himself a fairly friendly person. Mostly everyone in school knows of him, or knows about him. He doesn't create problems with people, those unneeded fights that people seem to get in at Newport high.
Singing, Acting, two things he hadn't discovered he was good at until last year. For three years he had listened to his best friend sing in plays, and just in their spare time. Finally, he had tried singing with her, hey at least they harmonized pretty well. It wasn't something every male came across, not many males really did take a liking to singing, minus the rapper types. But, it was something he came to love, though never got himself involved with the theater and drama life. He left that to his best friend, she was the one who had the talent, he kept his hidden.
Sports, that was another story, most of his time consisted of it. If he wasn't there, you could find him in front of his house playing basketball with friends. At times, you'd even find him at the beach, where he surfed some of the time. Can't find him at any of those places? Then try and find Rochelle, you'd probably find him right along side her.
Likes:
- Sports.
- Summer.
- Photos.
- Singing.
- Acting.
- Family.
- Friends.
Dislikes:
- Dancing.
- Losing.
- Winter.
- Running.
- Being without best friend.
Family Members: Sandra Cole (43), Riley Cole (47), Candace Maria Cole(13)
History:
Since freshman year, he always put his family first, they were all that mattered to him. He made friends, he got older and that fact still never changed about him. Only friends were thrown up there as well, or maybe just one friend was really up there with his family. It all started in freshman year, his little sister brought over this friend of hers from elementary school, never bothered him. That had been when he met Elle, who had came to pick up her little sister and he just so happened to answer the door. At once he noticed her, they were in the same grade, and instantly started talking to each other in school. By Sophomore year, they knew pretty much everything about each other, and they were never seen apart.
Junior year came, as did a school play that he watched his best friend preform in. Sure, he knew about her twin sister, but always took interest in the less popular sister herself. They had more in common, even if it was hard to believe that a male and female could get along so well without dating. Oh, that's right, they never dated not even once during their years at Newport. Something so hard, but why ruin such a perfect friendship when everything was going just as you wanted? He wasn't a pervert, but tried flirting with the girl a number of times.
Senior year now rolled around, and it scared him that he remained single for almost two years straight. He tried dating a girl, though they always looked at Elle like Josh was cheating on them with her. Best friends but never admitted feelings, how is that to work? Could Senior year be the lucky year after all? Or will sports and things consume him too much?
Role Playing Example:
"Giving up my heart in the name of a memory . . . "
It was just that easy, all I wanted to do was die peacefully having experienced all there was to life. There wasn't much more to this memory, and there wasn't much to even be told in the first place. Here, I ended my life on the floor of a hotel room, where everyone thinks I was supposedly drugged. Oh, that wasn't the story at all, in fact . . . I never took my medication this morning. God, cops can sure look over a lot of things, though maybe that whole overdose story was to tell the press. I mean, I am famous or . . . rather was if you really want to get technical. What would someone have against me? I went to school, got good grades, no I wasn't some dumb blonde bimbo. In fact I was one of the smarter in my high school and college, which . . . I only got two years finished. It so happened that acting had been my forte, singing not so much but my mother always did say I had a good voice. Let us just say that I never found singing to be quite as interesting as the acting career. Oh, that's right, many of you are Americans out there . . . the guess is you wouldn't know my type of movie. No, I'm not some concubine, harlot, or porno actress. I am a Romanian action star, and no I've never been in any of those scary films with werewolves and such. As people used to say Vampires and Werewolves are from Romania, so wrong, well . . . maybe not the werewolves part. Okay, so getting back to me here, most of you wouldn't know my films and I really don't expect you to.
"Falling down like rain, he could feel every drop."
Anyway, my name is Maria Viviana Florea, yeah don't make fun of the dead girl here. I was born in Constanta, a village where they had praised me after I got my big break. No, you may not know my age, for a girl really does like to keep that a secret, along with the weight question. Getting back to this death thing, the cops must be still trying to figure out why I had a few stab wounds on my stomach, though they probably didn't even bother turning me over. If you want to know the true story, then listen up because I will only say this once. I had gotten home late that very night, a modeling shoot where of course I was going to be cover, so much for that idea. No one wants a dead girl on their cover now, though they could get big bucks for having the last pictures of me looking good. Right, anyway, after the shoot I had entered my home, the whole night feeling like I had been followed, then again it's normal for me. Stalkers, I got them a lot and truthfully wished they'd stop and respect the little privacy I have. I mean, I live in a small apartment building, where you would think no one would bother looking for me and I was surely wrong. I'm not in for one of those big fancy houses deal, though I had been buying one and it seems it's gonna fall through. Shoot, that hot tub looked so comforting too, never die folks.
"Now I know I have, have the courage to tell him."
But, I had entered my apartment and had met eye to eye with my killer. Someone had decided it was so nice to break into my little apartment and mess things up; maybe it really should be the messing me up. Since, they did do a bit more damage to me then they did to my house. At first, the male had only asked for money and we'll get to the part on how I know he's a male in a second, but I did agree to give him whatever he wanted. That didn't seem to be enough; there needed to be no evidence that he had been here and I was the only onlooker. It wasn't dark; I turned on the lights as I walked in. Stupid guy let me see his face and held a knife out before him. Damn, I really should have hired that bodyguard while I was offered it, such a mistake. As the man stared me down, he told me to back up against the wall behind me and really I didn't see the point of that. That was when I had felt the cold steel of the knife piercing through my skin, and my hands extended forward to go and punch him. I wasn't strong enough, I never took those defense classes and I'm surely not from a very strong boxer family or whatever.
"Tell him to Stop. Stop. Stop."
That was when he overpowered me, throwing me to the floor and covering my mouth so I wouldn't be able to scream. He had told me that . . . if I made a noise that he'd slit my throat, though even I knew then that I wasn't going to be able to survive. It was then that it happened, he violated me and now got himself caught by doing so. I cried, of course I did, any girl would if they had experienced how painful it was to not be able to scream stop. My stomach bled on the floor, making a puddle below me as all he did was enjoy himself, my body was like his prize. I wasn't going to be one of those rape victims though, for my fate was much worse than that. I felt the metal connect with my stomach two more times, then once to the neck. Never, did I say stop and now I wish that had been my last words. Speaking of which, I'm not sure I even know what that was, maybe something like "Este doar minunat”(It is just wonderful) or "Nu pot face mai bine"(I can do better) for I was always hard on myself, yet respecting others pictures.
"So I'll give this feeling like a souvenir."
So now I wish for all people to think about this; maybe I can relate to women more so then men. No matter how big you get, never let it run to your head. When you're only twenty-two and not even married or engaged, it really sucks to die. Trust me, I know this from experience and wish I could have done a lot more before this happened. Life is short, live it out to the fullest, I wish I had believed that all my life for I know now, it sure is true. Maybe those years of acting had paid off. I got really good at keeping in emotions. I should have really taken defense classes though; maybe I wouldn't be lying on my living room floor in a pool of blood right now. They were taking pictures again, but this time I only had one stance for the cameras. Cold. Pale. Stiff. Dead. Those were not good traits to take pictures with, and I should be fired.
This was my fate, don't let it become yours.
