Post by laz on Jan 31, 2012 13:18:39 GMT -5
LAZKENDALLVOCLAIN !
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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: Lazzie, Ken
age: Twenty - one
gender: Male.
role: College Student
sexuality: Heterosexual
played by: Travis McCoy[/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]
So, as far as his height goes, he is about 6’1. He’s under 200 pounds, well under. He’s at most 175. He is mostly muscle, but it doesn’t much show, you see more bones than anything else. He is obviously African-American, and he doesn’t care about race, and why should anyone else? He has broad shoulders, and an overall slim build. He had sorta big feet, and rather large ears, but other than that, he doesn’t stand out too much. His hair is usually either braided or in some form of afro type style and he doesn’t really care about clothes. He wears whatever he has that doesn’t smell too bad.
personality: His personality? He is pretty easy going, he likes to laugh and cut up with friends. He is loyal and will never turn his back on anyone. He loves reaching out to people, and he definitely knows what it’s like to be different and the black sheep of the family all at once, no racial pun intended there. HE doesn’t look like the rest of his family, not because of the way his face looks or anything, he just dresses different then they do, and is covered in tattoos and stuff. His parents are old fashioned, and raised him right. He opens doors for ladies, and men alike. He says please, thank you, and he knows how to treat a person. He doesn’t like disrespect, but he won’t get in a fight over things. He’s pretty passive, and despite how he looks, he isn’t a druggie, or anything of the sort. He hates alcohol too, he is a premed student after all, he sees what it can do to people.
Though, everyone has their downside. He does have a temper if you piss him off, which on some days is easier than others. He doesn’t tolerate people messing with others very well. HE knows what bullying can do, and he thinks at the age he is that he could get over it, or look past it or whatever, but he can’t. He was a big brother to some kids from the local middle school, and he saw what bullying could do to a person, and it made him sick; so now, about the only way to get him really mad, is to mess with someone else. He doesn’t care if he knows them or not. Another way to get under his skin is being gross. Don’t sneeze or cough out into the air, he is a germaphob and that drives him absolutely bananas. Being overly profane can bother him too, he does use profane words, but it doesn’t have to be every other word out of your mouth.
likes:
- Tattoos
- Loud Music
- Science
- Medical books
- Snails
- Goldfish
- Dancing
- Pretty faces
- Hats
- Bow ties
- Veggie Burgers
- Slushies
- Pop Rock
dislikes:
- Meat [Especially red meat, he will eat meat on occasion though.]
- Being told he looks funny
- Screaming kids
- Stuttering
- Spitting
- Sushi
- Being called Kendall
- The color yellow
- House, M.D. [It's a dumb show!]
- Emoticons
- Phone calls at weird hours, like in the middle of the night.
- Drunks
- Drugs
- Sneezing[Just cover your face hole! It's not that freaking hard!]
strengths:
- Science
- People skills
- Charismatic
- Friendly
- Loyal
- Medical knowledge he's learned in school
weaknesses:
- Pretty girls
- Pretty fish
- Temper
- Germaphobic
- Accent can make him hard to understand
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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: Kenneth Voclain, 57, Engineer.
siblings: Roger Voclain, 16, Younger Brother, High School Student
significant other (s): None.
pets: fan-tailed goldfish named Henry.
hometown: Atlanta, GA.
brief history: Once upon a time, Alice and Kenneth met and fell in love. They married right after high school, and soon after they were graced with the news that she was pregnant. The family was excited, and soon grew to be three. They named their son Laz, and he was the highlight of their world. His mother quit her job at her father’s restaurant to stay at home with her son. He was never much of handful; his parents wouldn’t let him get away with anything. He was raised in the down town area of Atlanta, Georgia, and his family wasn’t living in a great neighborhood, but they did make due. They had each other, nice neighbors for the most part, and he was sent to public school by the time he was able to go to kindergarten.
He grew up with his head in books. He learned to read rather early, and he never stopped reading. He didn’t like to play with other kids when he was young, he would rather sit in the sun and read. He was nice to the other kids, but he didn’t like to spend too much time with them. He kept to himself until his little brother was born, then he spent all his time with him. He wanted to be the best older brother he could, but then, his parents divorced. His dad got custody of him, and he was split up from his brother. It was unusual, but he wanted to go with his dad. HE didn’t want him to be alone, so he and his father moved to New Jersey, and he was going to school again. He does his best to reach out to people better now.
When he got to high school, he started to be a “big brother” to younger kids in the poorer part of the city, and he loved it. He took them bowling, pool playing, had them at his house to play games, and just did his best to keep them out of trouble. The kids stayed out trouble, but trouble followed them. They were victims of bullying more often than not, and it made Laz sad he couldn’t stop it, he couldn’t be with them all the time. If he could have been, maybe he could have stopped a kid he looked out for named Peter from hanging himself in the gym locker room of his school. He still can’t forgive himself for that.
He graduated high school in the middle of his class, and he started going to the college in town. He didn’t want to go far, he still wanted to stick around and look after some of the kids here as best he could. He’s made friends, and he has it in his head he wants to be a doctor, but he doesn’t really look like one. He doesn’t care though, he wants to be good enough one can over look his looks, and he can run his own practice, but he doesn’t really know if a hospital would ever even let him in to be a resident. HE guessed he would find out, but he wouldn’t change how he looked, not for all the patients in the world; he loves his appearance, and if he couldn’t be a doctor, he could be something. He’d be happy doing anything so long as he knows he can make a difference to someone.
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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]
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RP sample:
Benoite had been doing this and that today, she didn't really care much for long days, they just seemed to be a bore to her. She sighed, and she rolled her eyes, barely being able to stand being in this class any longer, she couldn't deal with being stuck in her robes anymore! At least she was able to wear a skirt, but this shirt was too loose, and she felt like everything was hanging out! She just got weird if she couldn't smush her ribs together with a tight corset. She sighed, pulling her long hair to the side, and running her fingers through it. She'd be out soon enough.
As soon as her lesson was over, she tore out of the room, and she made towards the dungeon. She had to get out of these robes. She couldn't wait to change. She threw her clothes on her bed, and she tore open the trunk at the edge of her bed, pulling out the first set of clothing she saw, and she pulled it all on, pulling tights on to cover her exposed legs, and she pulled her hair into a bun. She needed to go study some, but seh couldn't well go study in robes. She pulled her books out of her bag, and she made back out of the dorms, she felt much better now that she didn't look like such a hot mess anymore.
She studied through dinner, and ended up eating late and alone. She didn't mind, she usually ate alone anyhow. She spoke to so few people it didn't matter really. She finished her food and she got up from the table, and she moved from the Great Hall, preparing to head back to her dorm. She didn't know what she would do once she got there, she would figure it out. Her heels clicked against the stone, and the hallways sounded very lonely tonight. It was reminiscent of her home life, that was a sad thought wasn't it? Poor little French orphan, she balked at the thought, she was better then to have others take pity on her. Pity was disgusting.
She entered the common room to see someone was already in there, lounging about. And it was a someone she knew well. She smiled lightly, feeling her need for distance from others growing less. She walked as quietly as she could, and she brought her hands down on the back of the sofa, leaning over him swiftly, "Hou." She said, her French roots coming to light, even with a simple word such as "boo".
Her face held traces of a smile, and her mood was lightly, and almost playful, which was nearly unheard of for her. "Salut." She said, her voice light.
As soon as her lesson was over, she tore out of the room, and she made towards the dungeon. She had to get out of these robes. She couldn't wait to change. She threw her clothes on her bed, and she tore open the trunk at the edge of her bed, pulling out the first set of clothing she saw, and she pulled it all on, pulling tights on to cover her exposed legs, and she pulled her hair into a bun. She needed to go study some, but seh couldn't well go study in robes. She pulled her books out of her bag, and she made back out of the dorms, she felt much better now that she didn't look like such a hot mess anymore.
She studied through dinner, and ended up eating late and alone. She didn't mind, she usually ate alone anyhow. She spoke to so few people it didn't matter really. She finished her food and she got up from the table, and she moved from the Great Hall, preparing to head back to her dorm. She didn't know what she would do once she got there, she would figure it out. Her heels clicked against the stone, and the hallways sounded very lonely tonight. It was reminiscent of her home life, that was a sad thought wasn't it? Poor little French orphan, she balked at the thought, she was better then to have others take pity on her. Pity was disgusting.
She entered the common room to see someone was already in there, lounging about. And it was a someone she knew well. She smiled lightly, feeling her need for distance from others growing less. She walked as quietly as she could, and she brought her hands down on the back of the sofa, leaning over him swiftly, "Hou." She said, her French roots coming to light, even with a simple word such as "boo".
Her face held traces of a smile, and her mood was lightly, and almost playful, which was nearly unheard of for her. "Salut." She said, her voice light.
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