Post by sniper on Feb 11, 2011 20:40:52 GMT -5
ALEXDAMIENCALL !
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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: Alex, Lex, Allie (when his brothers tease.)
age: fifteen years
gender: male
grade: sophomore
sexuality: closeted gay.
played by: alex pettyfer[/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:
Alex is an easy going guy. Not a lot bothers him, and he likes to meet and get to know people that are different than he is. People that are discriminatory (homophobes especially) really set him off. His story is the fact he has a gay brother, and he does, but it also has a bit to do with the fact that he himself is gay. Alex hasn’t admitted it to anyone, and continues to deny it to himself, but feels more secure with himself at school. That being said, he is a highly insecure guy and a bit of an attention seeker. He’s goofy until you do something to piss him off, and he can be a little unpredictable in that respect. He’s competitive and likes to be the best, especially when it comes to academics.
likes: + dogs + horses +fast cars + big trucks + video games + caffeine + Dr. Pepper + family + men + the color orange +
dislikes: - hypocrites – math – chick movies – turpentine smell – alcohol – Law & Order (the TV show) -
strengths: + protective + strong + good at concentration +
weaknesses: -slow runner – not very good at sports – can be overly protective – can be unpredictable – has a small problem with alcohol -
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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: Andrew Call
siblings: Andrew (older), Adam(older), Anthony(younger), Timothy(younger), and Duke (older)(brothers) Grace, (younger sister.)
significant other (s): none.
pets:
Thor, English bulldog, 6 years, male. 
Starliner Languid Stella Luna, “Boo,” 12 years old, 15.1 Hh, palomino aqh mare.hometown: Walker, MO. Population: 274. (this town really does exist. I haven’t actually been there, I literally googled small towns in Missouri and this came up.)[/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: AcesWesternGirl on AIM, Houndish@hotmail.com on msn. (I don’t check the email associated with this account however, if you would like my email please pm me for it.)
RP sample:
Anath's self control was nominal, and she would much rather let it go. It was more fun to have feelings, to have free rein over her emotions. No one could tell her what to think or what to feel, this girl was hell bent on staying her own lady. Okay, no, she wasn't technically a lady. Her own... her own pain in the ass. She was a pain in her own ass? Some days it seemed it, simply because she would talk herself into a corner, get her sorry self in a world of hurt.
But not really now. She was happy where she was, she was content with how she had spoken to this dude in the past. He was just another face in a sea of all the faces, all the scents, all the voices like them. He would just be lost in the crowd like the rest of them, like the rest of the ones she had seen in days that went by.
The wind carried her his scent and the primitively marked mare swiveled one ear in his direction, the other flicked backward a few more degrees. Her amber eyes were filled with a white hot fire, the desert would never leave her blood. This was a mare that nearly roasted to death on every usual day of her PT run, her hooves shifting in the sands and threatening a broken leg, threatening sudden death in these lands. It thrilled her, the possibility of death.
And how the hell could you tell? So what if she cut off his next question. Her rounding him was swift, a turn on her haunches, teeth bared and nostrils flaring. It was that look in her eye, the look that read death.
I always have a plan on ice, it comes with not trusting anyone. You've disrupted that. She looked at his eyes, daring him to meet them. She was drawn up, not necessarily tight, but high in her head set and high in the way she stood. Why did you do it? The words were a seeming growl, finding resonance deep in her throat.
But not really now. She was happy where she was, she was content with how she had spoken to this dude in the past. He was just another face in a sea of all the faces, all the scents, all the voices like them. He would just be lost in the crowd like the rest of them, like the rest of the ones she had seen in days that went by.
The wind carried her his scent and the primitively marked mare swiveled one ear in his direction, the other flicked backward a few more degrees. Her amber eyes were filled with a white hot fire, the desert would never leave her blood. This was a mare that nearly roasted to death on every usual day of her PT run, her hooves shifting in the sands and threatening a broken leg, threatening sudden death in these lands. It thrilled her, the possibility of death.
And how the hell could you tell? So what if she cut off his next question. Her rounding him was swift, a turn on her haunches, teeth bared and nostrils flaring. It was that look in her eye, the look that read death.
I always have a plan on ice, it comes with not trusting anyone. You've disrupted that. She looked at his eyes, daring him to meet them. She was drawn up, not necessarily tight, but high in her head set and high in the way she stood. Why did you do it? The words were a seeming growl, finding resonance deep in her throat.
This is a pretty average post from me, a bit short, from a mare I play on a webs-based horse site called The Lost Islands. Her name is Anath. Please keep in mind that this was formatted to the board with webs coding, and it couldn’t be retrieved right because (sorry!) my computer is being a dumbass.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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