Post by daisymay on Oct 14, 2011 16:00:04 GMT -5
TRAVISTATUMMIRANO !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: Travie.
birthday[/B]: January 1st, 1992
gender: male.
role: college student.
sexuality: straight.
played by: travis mills. [/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
personality: It depends who you talk to, really. His friends swear he's the most fun, goofy, lovable guy you'll ever meet. Ex-girlfriends, on the other hand, refer to him only as "that asshole." And you can imagine the kind of things they say. Which I suppose he probably deserves, but those girls knew what they getting into every time. They just never learn, that's all. Sure, he is kind of conceited, kind of rude, and kind of judgemental. But he's never really been a full fledged asshole.
likes:
-women.
-music.
-eating.
-smoking.
-women.
-making music.
-drinking.
-dubstep.
-tattoos.
-peircings.
dislikes:
-normalcy.
-going to class.
-waking up before noon.
strengths:
-making music.
-getting laid.
-clever.
weaknesses:
-mommy's boy.
-no book smarts.
-short fuse.
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: Vincent Mirano.
siblings: Veronica Mirano, sister, 17.
significant other (s): n/a.
pets: hometown: Chicago. [/ul]
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SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters here: n/a.
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RP sample:
Bright streaks of sun crept through the black curtains, streaming light into the otherwise dark room. It was nearly midday, and travis was sprawled out on his bed with a blonde clinging to his waist. Travis was squinting in the light, obviously frustrated. It could have been the light or the fact that she was still here. Typically, they were gone when he woke up. He preferred it that way. He was even more frustrated by the fact that she was cuddling with him, so he slowly sat up on the bed, waking her up in the process. She groaned in this really unnattractive way, to him atleast, and he sighed. "I really need to get going, I didn't realize it was so late." The words spilled from his mouth in a sleepy slur, and they were lies. He didn't have anything to do today. It was saturday. That was absolutely forbidden. But she seemed to believe him. They always did. They were usually the dumb ones, especially the blondes. He silently chuckled at the stereotype, and she looked at him with tousled hair and sleepy eyes. "What's so funny?" she said in a voice that made her sound thirteen. What the hell was so attractive about that? Travis just shook his head and stood up to stretch. "I don't mean to sound rude, but like I said I have a lot of stuff to do today." His voice was clear this time, and kind of strained. She nodded, got up, and strarted searching for her clothes which were strewn across his bedroom floor.
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