Post by oceans1211 on Apr 1, 2010 9:18:03 GMT -5
OLIVERJAMESTOWNSEND !
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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:Olli
age:Seventeen
gender: Male
grade: Senior
sexuality: Hetero
played by:Steven Strait[/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: Sarcastic, self destructive, and on occasion arrogant- all ways to describe Olli to a T. He’s got a good heart buried down there somewhere even though unless you’re close enough there’s a chance you’re never going to know. Once he’s committed to something he won’t let up until he’s seen the job through. He’s a hardheaded jerk for the most part when he’s around people he could care less about but when he’s alone his self destructive nature shines through. Oliver, although a big supporter of alone time, usually drinks and does drugs alone as to numb the pain. Bad habits die hard. He’s passionate when he finds something he loves and is your typical rebel without a cause, a solid disregard for authority and all.
likes: being alone, drugs, jack daniels, sex, cold Chinese food, coffee, and friends.
dislikes: foreign films, cheap beer, people who can’t stick up for themselves, liars, snobs.
strengths: Intelligent, Would do anything for someone he cares for, confident, and not easily offended
weaknesses: Madison knight, jack daniels, drugs, fighting, partys[/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]
father:Maxwell Townsend, Chef, Deceased
siblings: none
significant other (s): Madison Knight (up until recently)
pets: none
hometown: West London, England[/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: none
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RP sample:
It was the one time where he was absolutely alone, left with nothing but his own thoughts. It was only when dinner was finished and he stepped outside into the cool night air, and put his headphones on and walked down the path leading to the main driveway to his family’s home and out the front gate onto the road…that’s when he knew he was alone. He was start off in a jog as his playlist sped up, so would he. He wouldn’t start running until Three Days Grace began blaring ‘Animal I have Become’ into his head would he turn and begin running through the woods. It was exhilarating to him, being an adrenaline junkie and all, the woods were dark and empty and like his own personal obstacle course. Jumping over fallen branches, ducking under low ones, and around rocks.
He had made the agreement with his parents at an early age; if he went to prep school they would allow him to enter a public school in ninth grade. They came up with a special deal with the district since they didn’t exactly live in the zone. The Senator and his family lived right outside down a private gated street. His father traveled to Seattle on business regularly and his mother was too busy popping valiums and attending society tea meetings to even realize she was leaving her two children to fend for dinner most nights by them. Wade brother Casey was three years younger and was still attending the prep school that Wade had left behind. Casey was nothing like Wade; he wasn’t popular and would rather be reading than throwing around a football. He was his brother’s protector though and whenever possible would take him out of town on the weekends to whatever museum or bookstore he wanted to go to.
His father had only pushed the politics on Wade; Casey barely spoke and didn’t have the command of a room at a young age like his older brother. Wade had been groomed for the past eight years of his life as the Senators son. Whether he was being dragged to meetings or photo ops with his father, it was the same speech over and over. “Son, after High Schools over there is no more of this party without repercussions deal. You’ll go to Georgetown get your degree in Law and Politics like your old man and Campaign with me until you’re able to get it yourself.” He had no say in his own future, Georgetown was it for him, not Boston University’s art program like he had always wanted to get into, or even any other university. Murrays were Georgetown men and had been since the main library on campus had been rebuilt in the early 1900’s and named after one of his relatives. It was going to be his whether he liked it or not.
The woods were quiet and dark and he sprinted through them as if his life depended on it, it wasn’t until he reached the clearing that brought him near the pond behind the school did he slow down some…but not by much. The air was chilly but not by much, it was still early in the night, the sun had just set some time ago. He made it to the pond and stopped at the tree he usually stopped at. This was a nightly routine for him. Run until his lungs burned and legs were about to give out, and then take a dip in the pond. Not many people hung out around this area at night, especially the royals. He put his itouch and headphones down on top of the muscle shirt he had pulled off. He was toned and had light tan skin, not a freckle or scratch on him. He was had been running in board shorts and slipped out of his sneakers and socks with ease before getting into the water. He ducked his head under and flung his wet hair back and out of his face.
He had made the agreement with his parents at an early age; if he went to prep school they would allow him to enter a public school in ninth grade. They came up with a special deal with the district since they didn’t exactly live in the zone. The Senator and his family lived right outside down a private gated street. His father traveled to Seattle on business regularly and his mother was too busy popping valiums and attending society tea meetings to even realize she was leaving her two children to fend for dinner most nights by them. Wade brother Casey was three years younger and was still attending the prep school that Wade had left behind. Casey was nothing like Wade; he wasn’t popular and would rather be reading than throwing around a football. He was his brother’s protector though and whenever possible would take him out of town on the weekends to whatever museum or bookstore he wanted to go to.
His father had only pushed the politics on Wade; Casey barely spoke and didn’t have the command of a room at a young age like his older brother. Wade had been groomed for the past eight years of his life as the Senators son. Whether he was being dragged to meetings or photo ops with his father, it was the same speech over and over. “Son, after High Schools over there is no more of this party without repercussions deal. You’ll go to Georgetown get your degree in Law and Politics like your old man and Campaign with me until you’re able to get it yourself.” He had no say in his own future, Georgetown was it for him, not Boston University’s art program like he had always wanted to get into, or even any other university. Murrays were Georgetown men and had been since the main library on campus had been rebuilt in the early 1900’s and named after one of his relatives. It was going to be his whether he liked it or not.
The woods were quiet and dark and he sprinted through them as if his life depended on it, it wasn’t until he reached the clearing that brought him near the pond behind the school did he slow down some…but not by much. The air was chilly but not by much, it was still early in the night, the sun had just set some time ago. He made it to the pond and stopped at the tree he usually stopped at. This was a nightly routine for him. Run until his lungs burned and legs were about to give out, and then take a dip in the pond. Not many people hung out around this area at night, especially the royals. He put his itouch and headphones down on top of the muscle shirt he had pulled off. He was toned and had light tan skin, not a freckle or scratch on him. He was had been running in board shorts and slipped out of his sneakers and socks with ease before getting into the water. He ducked his head under and flung his wet hair back and out of his face.
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