Post by Dan Linkletter on Jun 17, 2007 21:18:56 GMT -5
About You;;
Name: Jess.
Age: 18.
Gender: Girl.
How active will you be? Plenty, school's out.
Your Character;;
Cannon?
Nope.
Name:
Daniel Linkletter.
Age/Grade:
18. Senior.
Gender:
Boy.
Race:
Caucassian.
Talent:
Music.
Look-a-Like:
Trent Ford.
Personality:
Appearance:
Background:
Sample of Role Playing:
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Name: Jess.
Age: 18.
Gender: Girl.
How active will you be? Plenty, school's out.
Your Character;;
Cannon?
Nope.
Name:
Daniel Linkletter.
Age/Grade:
18. Senior.
Gender:
Boy.
Race:
Caucassian.
Talent:
Music.
Look-a-Like:
Trent Ford.
Personality:
The funny guy, the odd ball, the outcast. Dan has never been one to long for the spotlight, he's truly happy watching from the outside. He's convinced life throws at you enough problems as it is and there's no need to go out looking for more. A really laid back fellow, with an optimistic attitude, down to earth and funny. Tension is not something he worries about since it can be dissolved with a joke. Sarcastic, outspoken, careless and also kind, Dano is a boy you discover you feel comfortable talking to and he loves taking pressure off of people by reminding them they shouldn't take life so seriously when they're not going to escape it alive anyway. He mocks airheads and actually loves to read classics and go see old films, write music and help arrange gigs for local bands.
He's a likeable guy but doesn't make friends easy, doesn't make an effort, just takes he ones that fall from the skies, the ones that are worth it. Dano is an old soul and actually thinks he does not belong in the current era. He loves to goof off and be annoying at times, but if you get him angry, which ain't easy, be prepared for him to erase you out of his life forever. Seeing as he very much welcomes anybody into his world, he will not trust anyone twice and that lesson he had had to learn the hard way. Dan is not someone who will seek revenge (he will when he's only annoyed), he would much rather cross you off his list and move on.
His likeability has opened a few doors for him throughout his life and as he can be really clumsy at times, he's learned to be clever enough only to get himself out of bad situations. He gets along with many people back home but has a tight group of friends, they've formed more than one band over the years and when they're together they can get out of control. In a good way.
Appearance:
Tall. That's one thing nobody can deny. He's been a tall entity ever since the age of twelve when he was already one head past his mother. He's lean, which makes him frown in front of the mirror. No matter what he does his muscles just don't seem to get any wider. Not a fan of the gym (or steroids), though, Dano keeps his legs healthy with soccer and jogging. He adores walking and running and that sort of outdoorsy activities.
His chest has got not hair at all. A bad one from nature as well. He'd like to look a bit more maculine. But his facial features are nothing to grimace about. Dano has a thin face with a strong jaw. Thick, wide lips under a normal-sized nose, not-too-prominent ears and tiny but deep blue eyes. They twinkle with laughter and can't help to express everything that goes on inside himself. He has thick, brown eyebrows and straight brown hair, just below his ears. It's so smooth he doesn't have to comb it in the morning which suits him just fine. Luckily his facial hair is thin too for Dan hates shaving and only ever does it when it gets out of hand.
Dan does like tattoos and piercings. His heroes have them. When he was little he wanted every tattoo Ozzy Osbourne has in the exact same place. Then he grew out of it, but he still likes them. The reason he has none is, well, they're expensive and can't decide what or where. The thing about being young is you don't know what you want and when you finally do, you're too old. He'll get his tattoo at the age of fifty. Neat.
Background:
Jessica was sixteen and Gary nineteen when their rubber tore and were forced to get married. These highschool sweethearts were middle class and both had plans for the future. Jessica wanted to be a singer (although her father siad she really was going to do something worthwhile) and Gary was going to have his own company someday. None of these things happened, of course, and Dano was born in New York in a small apartment that Gary's parents had given them. A couple of years after, their parents moved to a place that was more suitable for raising a family: New Jersey.
Jessica had gotten a job singing at weddings and other sorts of parties and Gary had become manager at his uncle's steel company. They had a nice, little house and a blue car. Now, if you want your kids to learn what dope is at an early age, take them to Jersey. The life they led was normal and pretty good, the occassional fight here and there and the ocassional beging called to the principal's office. Having a father who worked for a steel company but who traveled a lot and a mother who used to sing at weddings and took him to every single one of them, Dano grew more into the artistic side. Since very little he'd move to the groove of Jimmi Hendrix and as soon as he was able to voice out full on sentences, he told mom and dad he wanted to play the piano. Then the guitar.
By the age of ten, Dan was still an only child and their parents were having problems. Not much long after that they split up and his mother had to go to work a secretaire. Dan's relationship with his father deteriorated badly. They faught a lot, always had an attitude, the man left, moved back to New York to a bigger job and has started afamily of his own. Dan refuses to take any money from him or even see him often. They do okay, though, Jessica got a promotion and they keep their good life. She dates often but so far, nothing special and they have a god relationship.
Dan continued with the music thing. School isn't really his thing but the teachers liek him and he's got his friends. He plays a little soccer and can paint a pretty decent tree. The school councelor called him to talk about hsi future and his abilities and his hobbies and talked to him about continuing highschool somehwre else. Somewhere more... artistic. She showed him some leaflets and told him some people from there would be coming to town to offer some information and that he should go.
Sample of Role Playing:
The door was slightly ajar so that when sixteen year old Sirius Black turned from his desk he could see Kreacher’s small figure addressing him from the hallway.
It (for Kreacher could be considered, in his opinion, nothing but an it) repeated, “Young master must come to dinner now.” The house-elf just stood there, in its ragged pillow cover, awaiting an answer since Sirius had strictly forbidden it to set one foot in his room. He despised the creature so much he even cleaned (when the mess got out of hand) and made his bed every once in a while.
“I’m coming.” He muttered coldly, turning back to the letter he’d been writing and signing it. He then moved to the window where a gray-ish black owl was perched stiffly. Sirius tied the parchment to the bird’s leg and said, “It’s for Prongs, ok?” The owl left almost immediately.
Before going down, the young man took a peek at the mirror to fix his hair. It wasn’t hard, though, for it possessed that distinct elegance that was a Black Family trait. Formalities were highly observed in his house and he knew better than to ignore (at least in the presence of his parents) manners and every other bullnuts he’d been taught since birth. Otherwise, he’d have to stand a three-hour long speech about etiquette and yes, (apparently it was always in order) about blood status.
He was the last one to sit at the eighteenth-century-exported-from-France dining table without receiving one glance from his parents. No one had started to eat yet, formally waiting for him.
“About time.” Said Regulus annoyingly. Sirius chose to just give his younger brother a ‘f**k You’ look as the house-elves began to serve the food.
No one spoke throughout the whole meal. As usual.
“Want me to tell mom and dad for you that you went out with Ethne Myers?” asked Regulus as Sirius walked out of the loo next morning.
“What?” he asked without looking at him. “What’s wrong with that?”
“She’s a mudblood.” His little brother reminded him. Oh yeah. Sirius dated so many girls each year it that it was hard to remember each girl’s face... or name... let alone background (plus, he didn’t care about background). But apparently Regulus was glad to meticulously keep track for him.
“Whatever.” He replied nonchalantly. “She’s not the only muggleborn I’ve been with.”
“What is that, Sirius?” his mother walked slowly upstairs and by the look on her face she seemed to have heard some bit of the conversation. nuts. He froze, didn’t say anything but held her gaze steadily. “Sirius.” She repeated in a dangerous tone. Her face was white, eyes wider than normal and mouth so thin it was almost invisible.
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