Post by bruiser147 on Oct 18, 2010 19:35:05 GMT -5
XAVIERALEXANDERCROWE !
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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: Xav.
age: sixteen
gender: male
grade: sophomore
sexuality: gay
played by: adam lambert[/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: Xavier's a very bouncy, out-going guy; he's not afraid to just be himself. He's sweet most of the time, a bad-ass when he feels like it, a clown when he wants to be. He loves making friends, and he'll glomp random people on the streets. Despite being rich, he doesn't flash it around - it's only obvious when you realize that most of his clothes are new (except the clothes he loves and his band t-shirts) and he never seems to hurt for cash. He's down-to-earth, soft-spoken, and just loves having fun.
likes: Hugging, music, playing, kick-ball, dancing, making friends, ice cream, candy, making people laughing, running around, singing, glomping people
dislikes: Being made fun of, tripping over himself, hurting people by accident, falling
strengths: Being himself, having fun, being a clown, tripping over everything in his path
weaknesses: Balance-challenged, very adhd and hyper
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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: Alexander Crowe - adoptive father
siblings: none known
significant other (s): none
pets: Gir, male italian greyhound
hometown: los angeles, california[/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:
He smiled at her simple statement, how true. His father was a sadistic coward, but a coward none-the-less. He was to be feared for his sick ideas: he was to be bullied for his spineless ways. The black stallion was glad he was not of his fathers ways, just the same as he was relieved Hell did not follow their fathers footsteps. His twin brother carried the name of their sire, yes, but never had Stereo seen the blue-tinted stallion show the slightest semblance of their shared father.
He shifted beneath her questioning gaze, his lips pulling up in a smile of relief. He hadn't thought of having someone else talk to her...perhaps Zee could help his sister, though. "I'd love that, Zee. Maybe you could get her to open up." Perhaps she would speak to Zee, someone she'd known as a foal.
Confusion entered his eyes as she spoke of her mother, his head cocking to the side to regard her with a puzzled expression. "Why would miss Underoath say something like that to you? You're not him...you're so much better than him." A childs hero worship bled into his tones as he watched her nose at the grass, his ears pricked forward. He'd noticed she wasn't stumbling over her words quite as much anymore, but he didn't want to draw attention to the fact and embarress her.
Miss Underoath wouldn't have said something so hurtful to her own daughter, would she have? She'd taken him and his sister in, and treated Jester well, even if she'd mistrusted him for much of the time she had ruled. Besides...Zee wasn't her father, no matter how she might appear like him on the outside. She was shy, yeah, but she was...sweet? Kind? He wasn't sure what word he might use to describe her....but she wasn't an abomination. She was Zee.
He shifted beneath her questioning gaze, his lips pulling up in a smile of relief. He hadn't thought of having someone else talk to her...perhaps Zee could help his sister, though. "I'd love that, Zee. Maybe you could get her to open up." Perhaps she would speak to Zee, someone she'd known as a foal.
Confusion entered his eyes as she spoke of her mother, his head cocking to the side to regard her with a puzzled expression. "Why would miss Underoath say something like that to you? You're not him...you're so much better than him." A childs hero worship bled into his tones as he watched her nose at the grass, his ears pricked forward. He'd noticed she wasn't stumbling over her words quite as much anymore, but he didn't want to draw attention to the fact and embarress her.
Miss Underoath wouldn't have said something so hurtful to her own daughter, would she have? She'd taken him and his sister in, and treated Jester well, even if she'd mistrusted him for much of the time she had ruled. Besides...Zee wasn't her father, no matter how she might appear like him on the outside. She was shy, yeah, but she was...sweet? Kind? He wasn't sure what word he might use to describe her....but she wasn't an abomination. She was Zee.
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