Post by emory on Aug 31, 2011 20:31:34 GMT -5
EMORYJOSHUAHENDERSON !
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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: Emmy, EJ
birthday: Sep 6, 1986 (24)
gender: Male
role: Local
sexuality: Homosexual (closeted)
played by: Andre Bentzer[/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: Emory is a classic socialite, always wanting to lose himself in a crowd of people and just have fun. He talks and flirts a lot, sweet talking women (mostly the ones who already are married or have boyfriends) just to get to their partners behind-the-scenes and get intimately close with them. He’s a closet homosexual, but he does a good job keeping the veil of being straight; he isn’t the stereotypical gay person with an effeminate attitude or appearance. Emory can be a bit bossy and mean, especially if he’s doing it to people who have previously annoyed him or upset him (whether it’s by accident or purposefully, it’s irrelevant). Relationship-wise, he’s highly overprotective and clingy, but he’s soft-hearted if he isn’t going batshit mad for something so minute. He loves to be close with other people, mostly in private as he does not want to give away that he’s still in the closet and also highly homophobic. He’s confrontational and does not like competing with others. He can be careless, which was the main reason why he was discharged from the US Army. If he has to prove his dominance with a fight – he won’t puss out. He perseveres to always come out on top just to satisfy his ego. Emory’s the type of person who does not like being fucked with, so if he’s the target of jokes or pranks – he doesn’t take very lightly with it. This is pretty hypocritical because he loves doing that kind of thing with others.
likes: Parties, socializing, smoking, coffee, action movies, parks, fixing cars, playing acoustic guitar, intimacy.
dislikes: Other gay people, being taken advantage of, others trying to be better than him, being the subject of taunts, being talked about (negatively) behind his back.
strengths: Charismatic, when he’s in a good mood he can be very understanding and loving, physically enduring, ambitious.
weaknesses: Short-tempered, stubborn, confrontational, tunnel vision, reckless, takes things way too far and sometimes too seriously, speaks/does things before thinking.
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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: Michael Henderson
siblings: N/A
significant other (s): Elijah Kinsella (soon-to-be)
pets: N/A
hometown: Fort Worth, TX[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
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
best way to reach you: PM or AIM
RP sample:
Troy slowly waded through the ankle-high grass of a vast lush green meadow. It stretched as far as the eye could see. There were small specks of white and yellow dotted around the field: daisies, swaying back and forth with the grass as if they were gently dancing without the presence of any wind. He was too distracted with the perfect looking fauna when he felt his left hand being tugged; Troy didn’t even know he was even holding hands with someone.
He set his gaze on a brunette female who stared at him with this scolding look. She was Leena, his wife. “We don’t have much time.” She said. There was a delay when she spoke, her mouth moving to form the words before he actually heard them.
Time for what? Troy thought, but for some reason couldn’t bring himself to ask, as if there was some automatic mental block that prevented him from doing so in order to spare him the painful consequence had it not been there. Leena gave a small, wry grin and continued walking; she seemed to be leading him someplace rather than the both of them them going side-by-side together. He had no idea where they were or where exactly where his wife was taking him, but there was a small sense of familiarity when he spotted a red and white checkered picnic blanket splayed out on the grass.
He looked up to the sky, it was a peaceful azure blue shrouded by wispy puffs of white clouds. However, immediately, up in the heavens something grabbed his attention. It was an awe-inspiring image of the ringed-planet Saturn – its golden orange colors striking a feeling of intimidation in Troy. He blinked in disbelief then found himself lying down, he panicked jerking his head left and right to come up with an answer as to how he got here so quickly. Leena was sitting up, using her lap to rest Troy’s head.
“It’s alright, just rest,” she reassured him. Troy fumbled his hand inside his inner jacket pocket for something: his totem. But he couldn’t find it. When Leena grazed her palm over his temple, colors turned to black and white.
“Troy? Troy!” A man’s voice called out to him. It sounded distant at first before quickly gaining clarity and volume. Troy slowly brought his chin up, apparently he was dozing off. He was wearing white formal dinner attire and when he looked around to see a half dozen familiar faces, he knew where he was: his parents’ house. His mother and father were there, so was his younger brother, and a few other relatives and friends.
”Huh?”
”You just gonna stare at your food all day, son?” His father, Jeremy, said.
Troy nodded apologetically and began cutting a slab of steak on his plate. Everyone around him spoke lowly to each other, the only ones not talking were Troy and his brother [NAME] who glared at him with strong disdain across the table. When Troy reached over to get his glass of wine in hand, he fondled nothing but air. His heart skipped a beat. He then realized that the glass was on the other side of his plate, but he swore it was where he thought it was originally.
Then, out of the blue, his brother said something that stopped every conversation at the table to a grinding halt. “You’re a fucking faggot, you know that?”
Troy flinched, the words hitting him in the gut. He released his utensils from his hands which crashed onto his plate. “And you’re an asshole, [NAME]. I’m leaving. Where’s Leena?” Troy said as he threw his cloth napkin tucked around his neck onto the table. “Who?” His mother, Maria, asked. Troy rose his brow at her, “Leena. My wife.”
“You’re divorced. Remember?” His dad answered. “No, no, no. What the hell are you guys talking about? That’s ridiculous.” Troy defended. Then his brother interjected, “It’s all over the news. You sleeping with other dudes along with your company’s big fuck-up. You bring nothing but shame to us.”
”Boys! Take it outside. Not here, please.” His father shook his head, choosing to ignore them now and eat his dinner. Troy got up, hurling his plate and anything else nearby at his brother who wasn’t nimble enough to dodge the gravy and corn niblets. They both stormed out, [NAME] following Troy. Outside, everything appeared to be soaked in a crimson red light – the sky, too, also bled the foreboding color.
Troy had his back turned on [NAME] as he got to his car, but his brother called out to him. He didn’t bother looking back to see that [NAME] had a gun pointed at him. The trigger was pulled with no hesitation. A thundering crash split the Earth when the bullet hit Troy just beneath his left ear, exiting out between his jaw and neck as bits of bone and flesh matter flew out the wound. He fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, trying desperately to cover the gaping hole spurting out the same bloody red color all around him. Beneath him a wide pool started to form, glazed eyes tried to find [NAME], but he couldn't find him or the house. He was in a meadow, alone, bleeding, and surrounded by a blazing inferno which would quickly swallow him. In the midst of it all, Leena was nowhere to be seen.
He set his gaze on a brunette female who stared at him with this scolding look. She was Leena, his wife. “We don’t have much time.” She said. There was a delay when she spoke, her mouth moving to form the words before he actually heard them.
Time for what? Troy thought, but for some reason couldn’t bring himself to ask, as if there was some automatic mental block that prevented him from doing so in order to spare him the painful consequence had it not been there. Leena gave a small, wry grin and continued walking; she seemed to be leading him someplace rather than the both of them them going side-by-side together. He had no idea where they were or where exactly where his wife was taking him, but there was a small sense of familiarity when he spotted a red and white checkered picnic blanket splayed out on the grass.
He looked up to the sky, it was a peaceful azure blue shrouded by wispy puffs of white clouds. However, immediately, up in the heavens something grabbed his attention. It was an awe-inspiring image of the ringed-planet Saturn – its golden orange colors striking a feeling of intimidation in Troy. He blinked in disbelief then found himself lying down, he panicked jerking his head left and right to come up with an answer as to how he got here so quickly. Leena was sitting up, using her lap to rest Troy’s head.
“It’s alright, just rest,” she reassured him. Troy fumbled his hand inside his inner jacket pocket for something: his totem. But he couldn’t find it. When Leena grazed her palm over his temple, colors turned to black and white.
“Troy? Troy!” A man’s voice called out to him. It sounded distant at first before quickly gaining clarity and volume. Troy slowly brought his chin up, apparently he was dozing off. He was wearing white formal dinner attire and when he looked around to see a half dozen familiar faces, he knew where he was: his parents’ house. His mother and father were there, so was his younger brother, and a few other relatives and friends.
”Huh?”
”You just gonna stare at your food all day, son?” His father, Jeremy, said.
Troy nodded apologetically and began cutting a slab of steak on his plate. Everyone around him spoke lowly to each other, the only ones not talking were Troy and his brother [NAME] who glared at him with strong disdain across the table. When Troy reached over to get his glass of wine in hand, he fondled nothing but air. His heart skipped a beat. He then realized that the glass was on the other side of his plate, but he swore it was where he thought it was originally.
Then, out of the blue, his brother said something that stopped every conversation at the table to a grinding halt. “You’re a fucking faggot, you know that?”
Troy flinched, the words hitting him in the gut. He released his utensils from his hands which crashed onto his plate. “And you’re an asshole, [NAME]. I’m leaving. Where’s Leena?” Troy said as he threw his cloth napkin tucked around his neck onto the table. “Who?” His mother, Maria, asked. Troy rose his brow at her, “Leena. My wife.”
“You’re divorced. Remember?” His dad answered. “No, no, no. What the hell are you guys talking about? That’s ridiculous.” Troy defended. Then his brother interjected, “It’s all over the news. You sleeping with other dudes along with your company’s big fuck-up. You bring nothing but shame to us.”
”Boys! Take it outside. Not here, please.” His father shook his head, choosing to ignore them now and eat his dinner. Troy got up, hurling his plate and anything else nearby at his brother who wasn’t nimble enough to dodge the gravy and corn niblets. They both stormed out, [NAME] following Troy. Outside, everything appeared to be soaked in a crimson red light – the sky, too, also bled the foreboding color.
Troy had his back turned on [NAME] as he got to his car, but his brother called out to him. He didn’t bother looking back to see that [NAME] had a gun pointed at him. The trigger was pulled with no hesitation. A thundering crash split the Earth when the bullet hit Troy just beneath his left ear, exiting out between his jaw and neck as bits of bone and flesh matter flew out the wound. He fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, trying desperately to cover the gaping hole spurting out the same bloody red color all around him. Beneath him a wide pool started to form, glazed eyes tried to find [NAME], but he couldn't find him or the house. He was in a meadow, alone, bleeding, and surrounded by a blazing inferno which would quickly swallow him. In the midst of it all, Leena was nowhere to be seen.
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