Post by james on Dec 4, 2010 1:29:48 GMT -5
JAMESALECHARRISON !
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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: j, trix
age: sixteen
gender: male
grade: junior
sexuality: bisexual
played by: cameron bright[/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]
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personality: james is exceedingly protective of those he cares about, his sister especially. no matter the situation or the influence he is under he won't hurt them or at least not on purpose. he has on one occasion hit a close friend while intoxicated, something he's never really forgiven himself for and nor have they. friendship is something that's extremely important to him and not something he takes lightly. the type to have a small group of friends, but close to them, almost like family. an artist at heart and creative, the two major parts of her personality. he's constantly working on a project, it consumes him.
he does have a weakness, one that he doesn't think is a problem. recreational drug use as he likes to call it with the occasional recreational drinking. it's starting to become a problem. they are affecting his life and becoming the soul focus, even above his heart. he isn't the type to ask for help or admit he has a problem, a bad combination.
likes:
video games
cars
drugs, the high
writing
drawing
animals
playing the drums
playing the piano
dislikes:
drug problem and inability to stop
homophobic people
people who toy with others' emotions
strengths:
drawing
protective
con-artist
weaknesses:
impatient
overreacts
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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: christopher harrison
siblings: october rose harrison (17 year old)
significant other (s): n.a
pets: a black cat named Rascal
hometown: new orleans, louisiana
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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: n.a
best way to reach you: nevergevup@aim.com
RP sample:
Viviane had requested a day off from her duties to be a part of this meeting. Her charge was important, but her people’s lives weren’t something she could ignore. There was a possibility that her craft could be of use in combating this terrible plague that was claiming several of Chaillot’s own. This was the chance she had been waiting for. A chance to prove not only to herself, but to her family that Black Widows were not unnatural women. Just like Healers, Black Widows had the potential to save lives. That was her goal for tonight as well as part of her reason. Her other reason was a little girl; a little girl that she feared might contract the plague. If a cure was found she wouldn’t have to worry everyday about the girl she’d come to care so much for. She would do anything to protect that girl even if it meant standing against jewels far darker then her own. At the thought of jewels she caressed the Yellow jewel she wore with pride; its soft power calmed her. It was soothing, that familiar feeling that came from the jewel she wore. Many found it odd she still wore her birthright, she never understood their reasons. To her it felt right; she wasn’t ready for the descent to her full strength. Not yet, she would earn that right on the battleground she was about to become a part of.
Viviane stopped at the drive as the realization hit her. This call had been sent out to not only Black Widows in Chaillot, but Black Widows around the realm. There would be several of them present which meant an interesting night. All those personalities clashing and the typical personality of Black Widows were explosive at best. Viviane was one of the few that didn’t share those traits or at least, they didn’t control her like they did some. She was prone to outburst here and there, but nothing like some of the Widows she had seen. It was those thoughts that made her slow as she approached the door. She checked her hair twice as she walked, making sure it would stay in the tight bun she’d put it in. She would have checked it a third time, but she’d managed to stop the fidgeting gesture with a bit of self control. That didn’t keep her from smoothing out any wrinkles of the simple dress she wore. It fit her perfectly, but didn’t speak of wealth. It was a simple slip of dark yellow, a sort of autumn color. Viviane didn’t want her nervousness to show, but it was rather hard when you expected to walk into a room filled with volatile women, women with nails.
Viviane stopped at the porch staring at the door; she couldn’t take the step forward. The power of the women in that building hit her in waves. The darkest she’d encountered didn’t hold a candle to one of these women. If that wasn’t enough to unsettle her, it was the fact that there was more than one. This was a room filled with Black Widows and jewels darker then her own. It didn’t make her nervous; no it scared the living shit out of her. She clutched her Yellow jewel for support, reassurance. She realized quickly how foolish it was, she wore yellow. What could she do against these women if anything happened? Hide in a corner and wait for the fight to end, that’s what she’d have to do.
“I’m sure that won’t happen. Were all adults here and here for a good cause…hopefully?” Viviane muttered to herself. “Now or never.” Taking a deep breath and excelling she took the final step forward and opened the door walking in. The psychic scents hit her hard, but she didn’t let it show. She wouldn’t show that hint of fear or that she felt inferior to these women because of their jewels. Viviane was proud of what she wore and she may not be able to do some of the things they could, but that didn’t mean anything. The darkness gifted them with what was best for them; there was a reason for everything. She knew that and held onto that fact with a vice grip.
“You’ve got two options girl. Either come in snarling or come in whimpering, it’ll decide how they treat you. Make your choice right now!” The thought snapped her out of her fearful disposition. She would not be at the bottom of the food chain and seen as the weak one here. She was a Black Widow. Maybe not a dark jeweled one, but still a Black Widow. Instead of suppressing the traits that came with it she should embrace them, maybe not forever. Just for now, when she would need them.
Viviane’s walk changed as she surrendered to the personality that was her caste, the one she kept locked away. A Hearth Witch couldn’t afford to behave like a Black Widow. This was a different situation. Her walk wasn’t aristocratic, but it wasn’t that of a girl with her tail between her legs. She walked with purpose, keeping her head held high. She looked like a woman with pride and a strength to her that came with personality.
“Hello sisters.” Viviane gave the two dual caste black widows a slightly insolent smile, and sat down next to them. Black Widows had a strong personality, why not let hers show from the get go? Showing a little bite might keep them from seeing her only as a Yellow jewel. “I’m Viviane; it’s nice to meet your acquaintance. It really is refreshing to see sisters from outside the territory. I do hope you’ll enjoy Chaillot, it’s an accommodating place.” A lot of her usual personality traits were being undone tonight; one of them was trying to avoid the socializing. Tonight was all about being a Black Widow, she’d except what it came with and take it in stride.
Viviane stopped at the drive as the realization hit her. This call had been sent out to not only Black Widows in Chaillot, but Black Widows around the realm. There would be several of them present which meant an interesting night. All those personalities clashing and the typical personality of Black Widows were explosive at best. Viviane was one of the few that didn’t share those traits or at least, they didn’t control her like they did some. She was prone to outburst here and there, but nothing like some of the Widows she had seen. It was those thoughts that made her slow as she approached the door. She checked her hair twice as she walked, making sure it would stay in the tight bun she’d put it in. She would have checked it a third time, but she’d managed to stop the fidgeting gesture with a bit of self control. That didn’t keep her from smoothing out any wrinkles of the simple dress she wore. It fit her perfectly, but didn’t speak of wealth. It was a simple slip of dark yellow, a sort of autumn color. Viviane didn’t want her nervousness to show, but it was rather hard when you expected to walk into a room filled with volatile women, women with nails.
Viviane stopped at the porch staring at the door; she couldn’t take the step forward. The power of the women in that building hit her in waves. The darkest she’d encountered didn’t hold a candle to one of these women. If that wasn’t enough to unsettle her, it was the fact that there was more than one. This was a room filled with Black Widows and jewels darker then her own. It didn’t make her nervous; no it scared the living shit out of her. She clutched her Yellow jewel for support, reassurance. She realized quickly how foolish it was, she wore yellow. What could she do against these women if anything happened? Hide in a corner and wait for the fight to end, that’s what she’d have to do.
“I’m sure that won’t happen. Were all adults here and here for a good cause…hopefully?” Viviane muttered to herself. “Now or never.” Taking a deep breath and excelling she took the final step forward and opened the door walking in. The psychic scents hit her hard, but she didn’t let it show. She wouldn’t show that hint of fear or that she felt inferior to these women because of their jewels. Viviane was proud of what she wore and she may not be able to do some of the things they could, but that didn’t mean anything. The darkness gifted them with what was best for them; there was a reason for everything. She knew that and held onto that fact with a vice grip.
“You’ve got two options girl. Either come in snarling or come in whimpering, it’ll decide how they treat you. Make your choice right now!” The thought snapped her out of her fearful disposition. She would not be at the bottom of the food chain and seen as the weak one here. She was a Black Widow. Maybe not a dark jeweled one, but still a Black Widow. Instead of suppressing the traits that came with it she should embrace them, maybe not forever. Just for now, when she would need them.
Viviane’s walk changed as she surrendered to the personality that was her caste, the one she kept locked away. A Hearth Witch couldn’t afford to behave like a Black Widow. This was a different situation. Her walk wasn’t aristocratic, but it wasn’t that of a girl with her tail between her legs. She walked with purpose, keeping her head held high. She looked like a woman with pride and a strength to her that came with personality.
“Hello sisters.” Viviane gave the two dual caste black widows a slightly insolent smile, and sat down next to them. Black Widows had a strong personality, why not let hers show from the get go? Showing a little bite might keep them from seeing her only as a Yellow jewel. “I’m Viviane; it’s nice to meet your acquaintance. It really is refreshing to see sisters from outside the territory. I do hope you’ll enjoy Chaillot, it’s an accommodating place.” A lot of her usual personality traits were being undone tonight; one of them was trying to avoid the socializing. Tonight was all about being a Black Widow, she’d except what it came with and take it in stride.
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