Post by soundsuplifting on Dec 13, 2010 5:06:36 GMT -5
IBRAHEEMBABALAKAAMIL !
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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: ibe, ibrah, abe, abraham, abra, kaamil
age: twenty-three
gender: male
sexuality: closet bi
played by: emraan hashmi[/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]
now heading downward, we find a fine body sculpted and weathered by a life full of hard work. he didn't sit there and do crunches, push ups, or lift weights. these muscles were made by life and the land it lives on. he's thin, trim, and rarely looses a game of arm wrestling.
personality: just like everyone, ibraheem's personality heavily reflects the world he has grown up in, the life he has lived. things that have followed him from the beginning to the present are his high spirits and high energy. even in the worst of times, he was able to see the positive. he believed if the positive was not seen in a situation, all hope was lost. those people on the streets that have nothing are the people who believed they would never have anything. as for his energy, he has a naturally extreme high metabolism, and the fact that he is endlessly moving around and doing things doesn't help. he doesn't eat much, but he is hungry a lot. when he does eat, he eats large proportions and eats so fast he barely tastes it.
he loves people. without friends and family he couldn't be the person he is today. he has an innumerable amount of friends. they stretch from the college he is in all the way across the continents. he tries to come in contact with as many of them a day so that they know how much he appreciates them. anyone who is friends with ibraheem has a friend for life. that is, of course, unless they betray him.
he takes respect very seriously. he respects those who deserve it and gives it out freely. it takes a lot to loose his respect, but once it's lost it can not ever be gained back. at least, no one ever has. there have been people who he has forgiven, but will never respect. too loose respect from ibraheem is more of a privilege of sorts then having it, for those who don't are rare.
ibraheem is eternally grateful for what life has given him. he constantly gives thanks and praises to the roof over his head, the clothes on his body, the food on his plate, and all the wonders that are not obtainable to all. he never takes anything for granted, never wastes anything, and gives to others as often as he can.
one very important thing is that ibraheem is a firm hindu follower. his family and his land grew this way, so all his religious beliefs revolve around hinduism. what he doesn't do is preach his religion on others, and he isn't even slightly offended by those who believe differently. he is very open minded, so even one of athesit belief he could be a tight friend with.
the last big aspect of his personality is his sexuality. it is among a number of things that says hidden inside of ibraheem. his culture has never and may never been open to any sort of attraction toward the same sex. since the beginning of time, a man has been routinely set up with their wife by family members. never have they been given the freedom of choice as far as love goes. so ibraheem's bisexuality will never be revealed to his family or indian friends, even if there is likely a few closet bis in there as well. it's one of those things that holds ibraheem back. even with as positive as he is, there is actually quite a few other things that do.
in summery, ibraheem is a loving, caring man who knows the hardships of life and is thankful for the ease it has in it now. he loves life, he loves companionship, and he loves the earth he walks on. positivity is key and he his nothing less then an optimist. a strong hindu man, he is forever in debt to his lord god.
likes: there is nearly an endless amount of things ibraheem likes. but, here is a general list. friends, family, love, animals, africa, italy, france, china, canada, mexico, russia (basically everywhere), travelling, travelling by vehicle, helping (charities, the homeless, etc), volunteering, social clubs, fancy restaurants, dating, pretty girls, pretty boys, religion, the earth, science, arcitecture, music, horse back riding, gambling, conversation, shopping for others, the holidays, decorating, sewing/knitting/making homemade crafts, socializing and hanging with friends, family get togethers, sharing his culture with others, sex, goats milk, turkey, cooking, baking, working, ALL outdoor activities, anything active, taking risks, adrenalin, amusement parks, gardening, making money, love, and good food.
dislikes: those who are disrespectful, take things for granted, bullies, people who think they are better then everyone else, people who look down on others, those who have no interest in helping the less fortunate, people who constantly try to start fights, drug addicts, alcoholics, those who waste money, jugdemental people, bad weather, crappily made home materials, homophobics, people with bad attitudes about everything and take things too seriously, anyone who treats women bad and are sexist, terrorism and hate between countries, and bad manners.
strengths: ibraheems strengths are his ability to love full heartedly, his maturity, his friends and family, and his responsibilities. he is strong in how he doesn't let major events, like death, bring him down so completely that he is useless. he is strong by being able to pick himself up and dust himself off. he is an extremely determined man and nothing can get in the way of his completing a goal. his dreams never waver and he never takes advantage of what he has in his life. he can keep and make relationships that will hold on till the end. he is strong minded, strong willed, and is impossible to beat.
weaknesses: his only big weaknesses are his love for his family and friends and his constant protection over them. he will never stop caring, never stop giving, and never take anything from anyone. this may be his successer or demise in the end. other weaknesses include beautiful women, handsome men, wonderful opportunities, great adventures, and irresistable offers.[/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: abrahim faheem kaamil
siblings: brother, jaafar abe kaamil. brother daama abiti kaamil.
significant other (s): none
pets: male american hairless cat named zaid. black and brown male guinea pig named paddy.
hometown: raipur, chihattisgarn, india[/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]
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RP sample: from a london times rpg
How long had it been since Archie had taken his Spanish driver out? It had to of been a couple months. They had been quite a busy time. Well, extremely busy. The only thing Archie had time for was to strap on the English saddle of his and throw on a bridal. Truthfully, it's what he preferred. His beautiful, liver chestnut steed, Frits Loaner, no doubtingly preferred it as well. The light of Archie on his back was a shit ton better then all that heavy harnessing. The carriage itself was light enough not to be too much of a bother, and definitely one of the easier to handle and maneuver, but you couldn't weave through crowds and the like as quickly as you could single. The stallion negotiated the cobblestone with surefooted precision. Even without Archie's guidance, the horse yielded to jaywalking pedestrians, who without this sort of decision would be trampled. Fortunately there wasn't really such a thing as insurance policies, so those who did get run over were to find the means of payment on their own. And although it wasn't necessary, Archie was never to leave an injured man to juggle his own strings and possibly go handicapped for the rest of their life. With every cent that he could spare, Archie gave on to those who needed it.
To those unknowns to it, they would look up at Gleeson as he strode through the streets on his pedigree stallion as someone to despise. They knew his reputation as a mob leader's son. They knew him as a murderer, and most of all, a petty rich ass who could afford to buy the land they walked on. No matter how much the man wished he could change their outlook on him, he knew just as their minds would be set on government campaigns, it was nearly impossible to sway any one of them. But, nonetheless, this was not at all close to why he had ridden to the Eastern streets. The week had been harsh as stated, he had been running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Stress had backed up his emotional and physical plumbing, and he was out looking for a wrench to pry open the pipes. His hunt was on for a woman, one who could use his money, and wherever else should he start his search then the Pub.
After dropping Frits off with what would be the vale of the future, he walked his gray cloth boots into the sour smelling building. Music played on the dusty piano by a man who would have qualified as a cavemen back in B.C. It being around dinnertime, people were eating and drinking their fill. People who had finished their cheap burbon and crappy meals were dancing, the women shaking their long thick shaggy skirts and the men ogling their behinds, swaying lazily. When Archie came to this side of town he always wore his cheapest clothes, to fit in yes, but mostly because there was a solid chance it'd get ruined. A calm collared white, wired up long sleeve with zero ruffling on the cuffs, along with long creased black cotton pants that just merely missed dragging on the ground. This simple attire was topped off with a faux leather black barre.
Eyes found him as he took a stool at the bar. In here, though, the eyes were friendly and simply acknowledgable. Most of them were actually good friends. Some were thankful, as Archie had in quite a few cases, worked to save the astabolishment that was Spirits' Coop. In fact, the drinks would be free for him if he didn't insist otherwise. After ordering a whiskey straight, a man only a little younger then Archie with graying brown hair came over with a smile and took a seat. His name was Dublie and he had known Archie since his family moved to Europe. "How's to ya, Archie? What brings ya round? It's been a lil while since we've seen ya." Dublie inquired, ordering a drink for himself.
"Hey Dublie, I'm doin' good my friend." Archie patted the man on the shoulder, "Yeah, a lot has been happening that's got me strung up. Figured there's no better place to go to let loose, none other then Spirits.'" Archie studied the room, now looking for one girl in particular. Sophia was one of his favorites in the business, she knew how to handle him in bed, rather in the other way around. He figured he needed some treating, someone who would do the work for him. "Well it's fine to see you Arch." Dublie laughed before following Archie's gaze. "Indeed you are right. This place is my second home." He licked his dry, chapped lips,
To those unknowns to it, they would look up at Gleeson as he strode through the streets on his pedigree stallion as someone to despise. They knew his reputation as a mob leader's son. They knew him as a murderer, and most of all, a petty rich ass who could afford to buy the land they walked on. No matter how much the man wished he could change their outlook on him, he knew just as their minds would be set on government campaigns, it was nearly impossible to sway any one of them. But, nonetheless, this was not at all close to why he had ridden to the Eastern streets. The week had been harsh as stated, he had been running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Stress had backed up his emotional and physical plumbing, and he was out looking for a wrench to pry open the pipes. His hunt was on for a woman, one who could use his money, and wherever else should he start his search then the Pub.
After dropping Frits off with what would be the vale of the future, he walked his gray cloth boots into the sour smelling building. Music played on the dusty piano by a man who would have qualified as a cavemen back in B.C. It being around dinnertime, people were eating and drinking their fill. People who had finished their cheap burbon and crappy meals were dancing, the women shaking their long thick shaggy skirts and the men ogling their behinds, swaying lazily. When Archie came to this side of town he always wore his cheapest clothes, to fit in yes, but mostly because there was a solid chance it'd get ruined. A calm collared white, wired up long sleeve with zero ruffling on the cuffs, along with long creased black cotton pants that just merely missed dragging on the ground. This simple attire was topped off with a faux leather black barre.
Eyes found him as he took a stool at the bar. In here, though, the eyes were friendly and simply acknowledgable. Most of them were actually good friends. Some were thankful, as Archie had in quite a few cases, worked to save the astabolishment that was Spirits' Coop. In fact, the drinks would be free for him if he didn't insist otherwise. After ordering a whiskey straight, a man only a little younger then Archie with graying brown hair came over with a smile and took a seat. His name was Dublie and he had known Archie since his family moved to Europe. "How's to ya, Archie? What brings ya round? It's been a lil while since we've seen ya." Dublie inquired, ordering a drink for himself.
"Hey Dublie, I'm doin' good my friend." Archie patted the man on the shoulder, "Yeah, a lot has been happening that's got me strung up. Figured there's no better place to go to let loose, none other then Spirits.'" Archie studied the room, now looking for one girl in particular. Sophia was one of his favorites in the business, she knew how to handle him in bed, rather in the other way around. He figured he needed some treating, someone who would do the work for him. "Well it's fine to see you Arch." Dublie laughed before following Archie's gaze. "Indeed you are right. This place is my second home." He licked his dry, chapped lips,
"Sophia hmm? No I don't think so. Not sure, she's generally around this time. Plan on takin' that whore back to West London with ya?" Dublie knew Archie took the prostitutes back to his lavish homes on occasion, lucky bitches. Dublie never really understood what plied the man to treat such lowlife so good. It was true he almost wished he were in the business, just so he could see what it was like to live like them. Archie chuckled and shrugged, considering the question. He wasn't sure. He actually felt like staying here, where the people who built what upper society was spent their time. He was sure Sophia might not approve as much, but what else choice did she have? "I think I might rent a room actually. What do you think? Mind if I crash your chicken coop for the night?" He smirked, knowing that of course the man didn't mind. Archie grabbed his shot and threw his head back to savor the foul liquid. It stung his cervix and warmed his insides. He sighed and motioned his fingers at the bar tender for another. "Not at all Archie buddy, it'll be good to spend a little bit of time with you. Hopefully that Sophia will come along. Otherwise I'm sure you'll find someone else to your liking. You always do." Dublie took his shot as well before resting back and taking in the atmosphere as Archie did. Tonight would be one of pure relaxation, pray to God. And may God forgive him.
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