Post by parker on May 2, 2010 13:29:54 GMT -5
PARKERCALEBSCOTT !
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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: Park, PC, Scott
age: Twenty One
gender: Male
staff position: N/A Local
sexuality: Straight
played by: William Beckett[/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 has slightly crooked teeth, but it’s not noticeable unless you’re looking for it. He has a very unique sense of style. His trademark is his skinny jeans. He loves them to death, and has them in almost every color. Fortunately they’re more muted tones and not very bright colored. He wears a lot of v-neck styled shirts, but wears normal tees as well. He has a leather jacket that he wears around almost everywhere. He likes converse shoes, and wearing things such as rubber and leather bracelets.
personality: Parker is an overall nice guy. He loves to have fun and make others laugh. When meeting new people he’s pretty shy, but after a few days he opens up. He doesn’t like getting into the middle of arguments, and more or less retreats when people around him argue. He’s a big jokester, and acts pretty silly around his close friends. If they laugh, he’s happy. The main way he makes people laugh is by doing stupid things for fun, like doing random dances in the middle of the street.
He does tend to be quiet around people he doesn’t know, and when in school, he never really talks. Most people who first see him tend to think he’s too shy to be involved with anything, but he’s not. He’s actually pretty active. At his college, he started a small singing club for fun, and also did a couple small community service things working with kids. He usually trusts people easily, but once you get on his bad side, you’re never off of it. He’s a big grudge holder.
When he’s angry, he tends to be very expressive. Usually his best way of getting anger out is to go to any abandoned area with paint and throw it against the walls. He usually makes an art out of it, but the venting from throwing the paint with the brushes is liberating for him. He cools off in under a half hour usually, and is back to his normal happy self a few minutes later.
likes:
• Music
• Girls
• Movies
• Dancing
• Singing
• Beaches
• Soccer
• Lollipops
• Jogging
• Jewelry
dislikes:
• Disrespect
• Fish (Only dead fish)
• Frogs
• Stuck up people
• Homophobics
• Humidity
• Being scared
• Fake people
• People who boss him around
• Milk
strengths:
• Good listener
• Honest
• Musical
weaknesses:
• Lollipops
• Girls
• Karaoke
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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: Darrell Frederick Scott
siblings: Evangeline Michelle Scott
significant other (s): None
pets: None Yet
hometown: Beechwood, Michigan[/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
best way to reach you: PM/E-mail
RP sample:
Ashley shifted over a little to give her room. He was surprised that she seemed comfortable around him. Then again, she seemed to fit in well into his own messed up world. At least outwardly. He brought one knee up, resting his arm against it. He took another sip from the can, his fingers tapping against it. He leaned forward, placing the can on his dresser and slipping his shoes off. No need for them anymore. He leaned bad, resting his hands behind his head.
His lips pressed together as he reached over to pick up the microphone next to him. He twirled it between his fingers, thinking. His friends at home were pissed when he got sent here. They were going to try to make it big. So much for that plan. They still kept in touch, and still wanted to try to get signed at some point. But right now, he had to stay in this hellhole. Fortunately this was his last year. Then he could finally work on his dreams. He set the mic back down, sighing softly. Stupid high schools. Made everything as miserable as possible.
He looked over as Ava spoke, grinning. “Yeah. My friends back home and I had a small band together. But then I got sent here. It sucks.” Ashley grabbed the can of beer off his dresser, taking another sip. He wished he could get back into the swing of the music addiction. He narrowed his eyes, leaning away as he sneezed. “Dammit!” He hated sneezing. For some reason it hurt his chest when he did. “Sorry, I hate sneezing.” He grinned apologetically, chuckling. He set the can back down, leaning back against the wall. “How about you? Have any special talents?” He smiled, remembering the last girl he’d asked that question to. She’s just winked and started making out with him.
His lips pressed together as he reached over to pick up the microphone next to him. He twirled it between his fingers, thinking. His friends at home were pissed when he got sent here. They were going to try to make it big. So much for that plan. They still kept in touch, and still wanted to try to get signed at some point. But right now, he had to stay in this hellhole. Fortunately this was his last year. Then he could finally work on his dreams. He set the mic back down, sighing softly. Stupid high schools. Made everything as miserable as possible.
He looked over as Ava spoke, grinning. “Yeah. My friends back home and I had a small band together. But then I got sent here. It sucks.” Ashley grabbed the can of beer off his dresser, taking another sip. He wished he could get back into the swing of the music addiction. He narrowed his eyes, leaning away as he sneezed. “Dammit!” He hated sneezing. For some reason it hurt his chest when he did. “Sorry, I hate sneezing.” He grinned apologetically, chuckling. He set the can back down, leaning back against the wall. “How about you? Have any special talents?” He smiled, remembering the last girl he’d asked that question to. She’s just winked and started making out with him.
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