Post by dexter on Jul 4, 2011 16:31:27 GMT -5
DEXTERLEECAMPBELL !
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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: dex, mr. campbell
birthday: 11th may, 1988 (twenty-three years old)
gender: male.
role: student teacher (recently graduating from college), teaching both english language and substitute for gym.
sexuality: closet homosexual.
played by: josh beech.[/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]
he is very fashion conscience and does take pride in himself. his work clothes usually consist of tucked in shirts buttoned up at the collar, thin ties and waistcoats with slim fitting trousers. it's a typical look which he wears well, what with his short cut hair.
casual clothing lies with cuffed jeans, creepers, cardigans, v-necks, grandad jumpers, and button up shirts.
he's of a muscular build as in his spare time he is training as a lightweight boxer. his goal is to become an elite, and because of this he needs to stay in good shape.
he's about five foot ten, and maintains a slim body.
personality: dexter isn't really who he makes out to be.
it's almost as if he has two personalities, one for the work life, one for the home life. well, not even that. one for other people, and one for himself.
you see, dexter's got a lot of bottled up secrets, and the biggest one is who he really is.
as a teacher, his students find him to be easily irritable, argumentative, and can sometimes come across as quite aggressive, yet maintaining his professional stature. most know not to try walk rings around dexter, and being a "rebel" in his younger days he knows all the tricks of the trade. in a way, his young nature also helps him to connect with the kids. he understands them better than most teachers, and though he's strict, he's fair.
however, though dexter will usually make some form of humourous remark in the classroom, rarely ever see a truly kind side to him. and rarely ever hear personal stories from him. because, there are some teachers who don't mind twisting little anecdotes into their teaching, but dexter doesn't let anybody know anything.
he's very secretive, and only sticks to the task. the students don't know his age specifically, they don't know where he grew up, they don't know if he's married with children (they certainly don't know that he's gay, heck, nobody knows that he's gay), and dexter hopes it stays that way. the only reason they are aware of his boxing status is because he runs a boxing after school club every thursday.
his personal life is personal, and that's that.
teachers are just the same, dexter's very mysterious to many of his colleagues. though he does get on well with a few, it's very rare. many find him arrogant, cocky, and sometimes ignorant.
however, they cannot degrade him for his honest, and trustworthy nature.
but what they don't know, what nobody knows, is that when dexter's home he's a different person. he's always smiling, he loves to snuggle beneath a blanket with a cup of tea in a onesie and read a good ol' romantic novel. 'cause that's what he wants to be. he wasnt to be the romantic he know he can be.
he's hopeless when it comes to love, for he's too scared as he cares too much for his dignity.
but deep down, there isn't really an ice box in his chest, there's actually a heart. you just have to be special enough to look past that cold hard shell, and break down those walls. but mind you, please don't come crashing through or he'll attack. but take it brick by brick.
likes: smoking, drinking, tattoos, piercings, sex, fashion,
dislikes: football, cats, showing his emotions, pressure, know-it-alls, art, shorts, the rich, cheryl cole, kids who try to lick his arse, time.
strengths: physical strength, sense of humour, faithfulness.
weaknesses: bad temper, unforgiving, untidy.
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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: biological: unknown.
step-father: marco vassallo, forty-four.
siblings: step-sister: summer louise vassallo, thirteen.
significant other (s): n/a.
pets: a black labrador named sonny, a year old.
hometown: the bronx, new york city.[/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, email (miss.stanley@live.co.uk) haha.
RP sample:
They're all staring at him, the newest inmate, the freshest meat.
He doesn't look like any of the others. They're in tracksuits, thick grey jogging bottoms, and polo shirts that are a little too tight with the top button fastened and choking their large, barely-there necks.
Most of them haven't been convicted yet, they still have privileges, they can wear what they want and they don't have to be given ugly shirts, underwear and socks.
Hair doesn't seem to be an issue either, I mean, barely any of the men in this place have any. All skinheads, all tattooed with dragons, tribal markings, and chinese symbols that are supposed to spell their girlfriends' names, but instead probably name a vegetable of some sort.
They're intimidating, and they're peering through their hatches with their eyes glued to him. They're staring at his face, his strong jawbone, his thick eyebrows, and his long, tangled, tousled mane that almost reaches his shoulders. Blonde highlights are threaded through it and they don't think they've ever seen an inmate like it before. This just makes them smile and he can feel it.
They're planning what to do with him behind closed doors when those officers that are marching him towards his cell have gone off duty, or are dealing with that disgusting man in the health care unit who is constantly having 'dirty protests' and feigning a physical disability.
Forrest Coleman doesn't stand a chance.
He feels a hand press against his back and he shivers at the touch, for a moment he wants to whisper, "Jack…?" But he knows that Jack's not here anymore.
Swallowing a lump in his throat, Forrest lets the prison guards behind him push him into the vacant cell.
"This'll be your new home, Coleman, enjoy." The one on the right says, "You'll be here for four years." He finishes with, as if to remind Forrest of how long he must endure without his lover by his side. "We'll be back in an hour or so to take you to have an interview with a personal officer. From there we'll take your fingerprints and your photograph, and also lead your induction. Good luck."
And the guard on the left begins to snigger as he steps out of the cell, closing the heavy door behind him and his workmate and locking it.
Forrest hears him say, "Yeah, Dan, he's gonna need it." And the other officer quickly retaliates with, "Shut up, Josh."
And then that leaves Forrest alone.
He's stood in a room that isn't even empty, which makes him curious.
He notices photographs blu-tacked against the white walls, and he takes a step closer to look at one of them.
There's a man standing with a slim, petite girl with dark hair. His arms are tied around her waist, a little loose against her hips but not loose enough to suggest they're just friends. He's looking into her eyes and Forrest knows it's love. He can tell by the way she smiles back at him, and they seem to have a conversation within the photograph. Simple mutterings of "I love you" repeating themselves, and Forrest's heart begins to sink.
Him and Jack can't have that anymore.
He doesn't look like any of the others. They're in tracksuits, thick grey jogging bottoms, and polo shirts that are a little too tight with the top button fastened and choking their large, barely-there necks.
Most of them haven't been convicted yet, they still have privileges, they can wear what they want and they don't have to be given ugly shirts, underwear and socks.
Hair doesn't seem to be an issue either, I mean, barely any of the men in this place have any. All skinheads, all tattooed with dragons, tribal markings, and chinese symbols that are supposed to spell their girlfriends' names, but instead probably name a vegetable of some sort.
They're intimidating, and they're peering through their hatches with their eyes glued to him. They're staring at his face, his strong jawbone, his thick eyebrows, and his long, tangled, tousled mane that almost reaches his shoulders. Blonde highlights are threaded through it and they don't think they've ever seen an inmate like it before. This just makes them smile and he can feel it.
They're planning what to do with him behind closed doors when those officers that are marching him towards his cell have gone off duty, or are dealing with that disgusting man in the health care unit who is constantly having 'dirty protests' and feigning a physical disability.
Forrest Coleman doesn't stand a chance.
He feels a hand press against his back and he shivers at the touch, for a moment he wants to whisper, "Jack…?" But he knows that Jack's not here anymore.
Swallowing a lump in his throat, Forrest lets the prison guards behind him push him into the vacant cell.
"This'll be your new home, Coleman, enjoy." The one on the right says, "You'll be here for four years." He finishes with, as if to remind Forrest of how long he must endure without his lover by his side. "We'll be back in an hour or so to take you to have an interview with a personal officer. From there we'll take your fingerprints and your photograph, and also lead your induction. Good luck."
And the guard on the left begins to snigger as he steps out of the cell, closing the heavy door behind him and his workmate and locking it.
Forrest hears him say, "Yeah, Dan, he's gonna need it." And the other officer quickly retaliates with, "Shut up, Josh."
And then that leaves Forrest alone.
He's stood in a room that isn't even empty, which makes him curious.
He notices photographs blu-tacked against the white walls, and he takes a step closer to look at one of them.
There's a man standing with a slim, petite girl with dark hair. His arms are tied around her waist, a little loose against her hips but not loose enough to suggest they're just friends. He's looking into her eyes and Forrest knows it's love. He can tell by the way she smiles back at him, and they seem to have a conversation within the photograph. Simple mutterings of "I love you" repeating themselves, and Forrest's heart begins to sink.
Him and Jack can't have that anymore.
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