Post by benjamin on Feb 15, 2010 16:20:50 GMT -5
BENJAMINVANCEMOREAU !
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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: ben, benjie.
age: fifteen-years-old.
gender: male.
grade: freshman.
sexuality: straight, but can be confused.
played by: jacob wick.[/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]
a very dark-haired brunette with brown eyes. and with a certain child-like youth still in his face and at the mere size of 5'6", ben looks to be the type of freshman that gets pushed around by his elders. he bares a frame that lacks any real brawn, on the petite side for a boy. he has this look about him that appears to be nothing but an innocent little thing, which he can't deny having. girls flock over his how cute he seems. fellow males see him as easy prey to mess with. he is often jealous of other lads his age, disdainful that he was not given such a macho build.
personality:
INTROVERTED - EASILY AGITATED - UNEASY - AWKWARD - INSECURE - SWEET - INCONSISTENT
somewhat awkward, ben is new to the school, as well as the country. french by birth, the young man's family had little warning of a sudden move to the states, and he protested to it all along. with his english is very rough, he is shaky and unfamiliar to the language, having it drowned out by a heavy accent. he's begun to build a small wall around himself in fear of being mocked over anything. though he's always been on the quiet side, his personality has taken a very dramatic turn. what used to be a soft-spoken, kind individual has grown an irritable and reserved teenager, not saying much around anyone. and when he does, it's not the nicest of words.
on the scrawny side and being the little punk-ass he comes off as, most target him for bullying. he'd be expected to tuck tail and run from any threat. sometimes he does just that... though on a good day, he'll gladly stand up for himself and put up a fight against anyone who dares to cross him. he's no wimp; he'll assure you of that. ben is simply a tender spirit who hates being put down, and he's determined to challenge anyone who dares to mess with him, even if it does take him a few tries.
while many scoff at him as if he's nothing more than a snooty french kid who's in way over his head, only those closest to him understand his true nature. around his family, he acts cheeky and pleasant, constantly minding his manners and not being any sort of trouble. you'd likely mistake him for a completely different person if you caught him outside of school. he hates acting the way he does around strangers, and he dreams of someday perfecting himself in order to get along with his peers. oh, that will be the day.
likes:
- writing.
- people who are at least somewhat intelligent.
- early mornings.
- cool weather.
- stuffed animals.
- his family.
- technology.
- bubbly, good-natured people.
- traveling.
- history & culture.
- holidays.
- being clean (in multiple ways).
dislikes:
- bullies.
- assholes.
- party animals.
- large crowds.
- being ignored.
- his accent.
- druggies & alcoholics.
- ignorance.
- loud music.
- pushy girls.
- school.
- fast food.
strengths:
- intelligent.
- determined.
- open-minded.
- honest.
- optimistic.
weaknesses:
- dependent.
- disconnected.
- moody.
- self-conscious.
- hyper-sensitive.
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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: oliver turner moreau , forty-seven-years-old, businessman.
siblings: natalie jacqueline moreau , twenty-one-years-old, attending college in new york.
significant other (s): none.
pets: a small, red-haired mutt he adopted from the pound, named winston.
hometown: bordeaux, france
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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: none! thought i'd make this wussy as a start.
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RP sample:
The rhythm of the speakers was all brushed off as mere background noise to William Hazard, his thoughts grumbling and clicking far louder than any of the sounds around him. He seemed quite casual in his surroundings on this lazy afternoon. Sitting thoughtfully at a table close to the bar, observing a slim section of the newspaper with strained interest. Dressed in a pale blue shirt, long sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his dark jeans clinging to his skin comfortably, he didn't appear to be nearly as stressed as he truly was. Stressed? Will? Oh yes, the idea would've sounded absurd to the young man a few months prior to this day, yet those times had passed. He was now a mere struggling citizen of his new town, socially void to his new community. It was an odd feeling, being so vacant from the familiar warmth of company. He was an outgoing individual, and it seemed so unnatural for him to be so stranded from any new friends. But, he was too unsatisfied with himself to focus on finding a few mates to joke around with. Ah, no. He had more things to wrap his mind around; the fact that he was in dire need of a job if he were ever going to support his lacking American life. He'd come to this nation to explore new opportunities. But, how distant those opportunities seemed when he could hardly even get by with the small feed of money from his family back in the UK. He closed his eyes in memory to his old parents, their smiling faces over-riding his anxious woes. He grinned to himself as he could practically hear their hopeful voices ringing clearly in his ears. They had faith in him. They would provide him the strength he needed while he adjusted to his new life. True, it would take time. Yet he had to keep an optimistic vibe in his heart and a spring in his step. He couldn't be conquered by a simple life struggle. He would tame his worries swiftly. He was sure of it.
Slowly, Will leaned back in his chair, stretching his skinny arms over his head as his mouth opened in a quiet yawn. He folded up the small chuck of his paper, the want ads displayed suddenly disappearing into his pocket. The pages lacking options bored him, all the available jobs requiring some sort of previous talent, none of which William possessed. He would continue hunting, but for now, he would at least enjoy the busy atmosphere of the music hall while he was here. Swiftly, he stood up from his seat at the table, making his way over to the bar with long strides. Though, he did not drink. This was an old habit, his beliefs rooted from those of parents. They rarely even sipped a glass of wine, and the world of beer and fruity cocktails was all too distant from them. But, Will was content without alcohol, and it made little sense as to why he was roaming over to the bar. Perhaps he'd order a virgin drink? Or perhaps he was merely dropping by the area to investigate the people surrounding it. Surely he didn't desire to get involved with any drunks, but he knew it was early and activity here was dwindling. Lunchtime was gone, and most of the crowd had left. But he was just curious, and frankly, craving some sort of human presence other than a brief chat with some stranger. He was looking for companions. And as he approached the bar, he noticed a young lady behind the bar. Apparently a bartender, seeing as she was running over the bar with a wet cloth to clean it up. Will glanced her over with wonder, immediately asking multiple questions to himself. What's she like?
"Ello miss." His voice was deep, a strong English accent swinging in his words. "Enjoying this supremely exciting place?" he questioned in a sarcastic tone, a toothy smile on his face as he stopped in front of the bar, propping his elbows against the counter. He perched himself slightly to the woman's right, keeping his attitude relaxed and friendly. He was desperate for a friend. Maybe this lass could make one for him... or, maybe not?
Slowly, Will leaned back in his chair, stretching his skinny arms over his head as his mouth opened in a quiet yawn. He folded up the small chuck of his paper, the want ads displayed suddenly disappearing into his pocket. The pages lacking options bored him, all the available jobs requiring some sort of previous talent, none of which William possessed. He would continue hunting, but for now, he would at least enjoy the busy atmosphere of the music hall while he was here. Swiftly, he stood up from his seat at the table, making his way over to the bar with long strides. Though, he did not drink. This was an old habit, his beliefs rooted from those of parents. They rarely even sipped a glass of wine, and the world of beer and fruity cocktails was all too distant from them. But, Will was content without alcohol, and it made little sense as to why he was roaming over to the bar. Perhaps he'd order a virgin drink? Or perhaps he was merely dropping by the area to investigate the people surrounding it. Surely he didn't desire to get involved with any drunks, but he knew it was early and activity here was dwindling. Lunchtime was gone, and most of the crowd had left. But he was just curious, and frankly, craving some sort of human presence other than a brief chat with some stranger. He was looking for companions. And as he approached the bar, he noticed a young lady behind the bar. Apparently a bartender, seeing as she was running over the bar with a wet cloth to clean it up. Will glanced her over with wonder, immediately asking multiple questions to himself. What's she like?
"Ello miss." His voice was deep, a strong English accent swinging in his words. "Enjoying this supremely exciting place?" he questioned in a sarcastic tone, a toothy smile on his face as he stopped in front of the bar, propping his elbows against the counter. He perched himself slightly to the woman's right, keeping his attitude relaxed and friendly. He was desperate for a friend. Maybe this lass could make one for him... or, maybe not?
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