Post by andrew on Jun 18, 2006 17:00:27 GMT -5
Full Name: Andrew Nicholas Carrerio
Nickname(s): Andy
Age: 16
Grade: Junior
Clique: Jock
Appearance (1-2 paragraphs):
Andy is quite the aristocratic young man. With an avid grin plastered across his face and his unpretentious size, he can easily pass for being between the ages of 12 and 15. Topping it off around 5’6” (which he isn’t likely to overpass by much), he has a small-medium build weighing in at around 140 pounds. He is of a leggier figure then most, meaning he is meant for running and playing tennis. He has got long, lean muscles from playing multiple sports on school premises along with his hobbies, which consist of solely sports. He has long, well-rounded arms, toned with playing quarter-back at football that are always topped with either a gold chain, or several of those black relationship bands (must I explain?). Although he hasn’t got a six-pack, and is unlikely to ever get one, he does have a flat stomach without that disgusting gut that many guys his age are beginning to get.
Andrew has a highly defined face, with high cheekbones, an ample nose, and strong chin. He has that slight bit of cherub in his cheeks that make him not only look younger, but make those disgusting aunts pull at them continuously. He has a light splash of freckles from playing multiple hours outdoors over his nose and cheeks. He has luckily gone through with the entire acne stage, and is quite proud to say he has very few facial flaws. He has a proportionally sized nose for his face, not too small, yet not too large either. It curls up a tad at the end, giving him that slight stuck-up look. His skin tone during the winter is of a medium complexion, due to the fact that he is half Italian and half Portuguese. But during the summer, he gets so dark that he looks as if he hasn’t had a shower in days due to the fact that he is outdoors more then in.
Andrew has inherited from his mother, the broad naïve hazel orbs resting just above his cheeks and below his eyebrows. They under certain types of light look either brown or more of a green. They are surrounded by bountiful dark eyelashes to ascent them and increase that bit of feminine that always lingered in his small-figure. They are very expressive eyes, and along with his dark thick eyebrows, one can tell exactly what is on his mind. Occasionally, specifically after the big game or before exams, they are surrounded with dark circles as well hinting that fewer hours of sleep have been endured. His most well known feature around the school is his infectious grin adding to his childish look. His eyes chink when he grins and his pearly whites show. Although his grin is not perfect, he has pretty decent teeth, and one can tell that he is a mischievous folk with his slightly-crooked grin. The last physical aspect that needs to be addressed is his dark locks. Now, he has medium-dark brown hair, yet in some light, such as bright, it appears mouse brown whileas in dimmer lights, it appears to be jet-black. However, one thing stays the same no matter what light he is in – his style. The front is jelled up in several different areas making it appear as if he has just gotten out of bed. The back however, is laid untouched, mainly because he always forgets the back, the second reason being it can’t easily be reached. Once his hair grows too long, he knows it is time for a haircut for it begins to curl (which he loathes with a passion.)
Andrew carries in himself in a way that shows obvious self-confidence. Despite the fact he stands short by four inches in his gender, he has grown to live a life of popularity. He walks with a ‘cool’ swagger, with his chest puffed out to a small extend and his arms not by his sides, but out a few inches, where his toned arm muscles are pulsed out. Along with this, he isn’t frightened of pushing someone twice his size out of the way, for he is one to be known not to dress with.
Clothing Style:
Andrew tends to layer his clothing quite a bit, normally with a dark t-shirt over a gray long-shirt. He has yet to fallen into ‘lets wear our pants to our knees and see if we can walk’ look thankfully, but he deems to be heading in that direction. Instead, he wears a tighter pair of jeans not to the 80’s time period high, but higher then most of the guys in the school. They are normally held up with a dark belt of some sort. If he has no jeans left, he tends to wear a pair of low-rising gray sweats. For his hair during sports, he has been known to put a thick red-headband (his best colour) through his hair.
Interesting Clothing Facts:
Although Andrew isn’t likely to admit to this, he still fits into a size thirteen shirt, and fourteen pants. When in elementary school, grade eight, where they had to wear a uniform, he had a small waist-line of around 28 inches. Now-a-days, his rather small feet fit into a size 6 men’s, and his waist currently hits around 34 inches or so. Who measures this anyhow?
Personality (1-3 paragraphs):
Andrew although looking naive is far from it. He is truly dark inside, and he has learned to live a life of sneaking, and power-hungry to the smallest of things. Andrew is a Scorpio, and the general Scorpio traits include the abuse of power, the darker side of magic, fanatic, destructive, self-serving. He is often stricken with the green-eyed monster as jealousy is one of his worst faults. He is also resentful, compulsive, obsessive, secretive and obstinate.
Andrew often finds trouble no-matter where he goes, as his big mouth refuses to take the fact that he is wrong, and he will argue hours on end if he must in order to win the argument. He often uses his traits to make others feel bad about them. He is power-hungry, and will not rest until he is the top of the game power-wise, or social-wise. Emotional-wise, he believes emotions are for the weak and character-less, thus he pays no attention to one of his main faults.
Andrew is vindictive and brooding, he is one that never forgets a grudge. Andrew is prone to having an inner self destruct button, which they push compulsively from time to time, even if it is the smallest of details, like a single person looked up to more then him. He is sly, and cunning, he finds ways for others to his work for him, so he can be lazy, and not have to do anything to any extent. He is also very ambitious, and this quality often leads him into trouble.
Andrew is as conceited and full of himself as they come. He often thinks of himself above others, both physically, and …. Physically. Anyhow, he believes he is better then everyone else. Andrew has never held a shy disposition, as he is the type to go straight to the person's face and speak his mind despite the fact of his small size. Andrew has possessed a quality to whenever responsibility has been laid upon him to either back off, or get other's to do the work for him. He not only conceited, but lazy and often gets him into a knack for trouble. The only responsibility he currently holds is for his sports.
Andrew, however holds a soft-side. Girls. Pretty ones to be exact. He can be a charmer if he want something, a.k.a. a pretty girl, and be very flirtasish. He often gets what he wants with this bit of charm, and therefore, he abuses this as well. Also, he has a tendancy to find himself a small spot for chick-flicks. As he has brought many a girl to the movies, he has learned to like them and find their constant problems enjoyable and amusing.
History/Background (2-4 paragraphs):
Jamie Irving, being the founder of the Irving of the family, as her parents both passed away, now carries the demanding family position being the oldest sibling, and no males in the family. Jamie grew up in a small community where almost everyone knew everyone else, omitting the few beings whom liked to stay to themselves. Her life as she was younger, was devoted only to her family’s business – the farm. The farm kept her outdoors and active with all the chickens, but she knew deep inside that if she wanted to create opportunities for herself, then she had to let Irving Ranch rest and move out. This is what precisely what Jamie did, she closed the family business, and moved from Southern Scotland to the more populated and ideal for development, Northern Scotland. There, she claimed for United Kingdom citizenship, and began a new life.
Jamie had never been the most intelligent girl, and therefore, her entire plot to moving to Scotland was completely pointless. She dropped out of college training for Marine Biology not too long afterwards, and she knew that she had little of a chance to get any further in her life, for she was much too spiteful and energetic to get a desk-job of some sort. Therefore, she began her search for a decent husband. Upon first laying her baby blue eyes on Allen Carrerio, she believed he would be the one she would marry. He seemed to be studious, ambitious, and most importantly, able to bring in a decent income. This is for the fact he was carrying a book on physics on a daily stroll throughout the city, glasses perched on his nose. She was stereotypical, and thought all those who read and wore glasses were intelligent.
Quickly, Jamie in lighter terms then one would might use, ‘followed’ Mr. Allen Carrerio around, finding out tidbits of information. Where he lived, what he liked in a girl, and the fields he planned to go into. Not only this, but she began to think the he was really the one, his intriging dark curls and his persuasive cobalt eyes were beginning to get to her. Not to mention the cheerful way he nodded at her every morning upon leaving the house. She began to get into a beyond infatuation, for her life consisted at working at a grocery store, eating, sleeping, following Allen around, and dreaming over-excessively on Allen’s soft yet handsome aspects. She believed it was time to get closer to him, she was 21, and at a perfect time to find a man. Therefore, she began wearing outrageous colours, and writing him secret messages.
Back to the other side of the story… Allen was sick and tired. Sick of some remotely pretty young lady to follow him around, sick of everyone goggling over his high grades. Allen had recently graduated towards the higher end of the school mark-wise, and had spent two entire years trying to get some more education through going to a small Jamie School just inside the Northern half of Scotland. He was training to be a part of the Government office at the time, finding the job quite suitable to his ambition. He indeed began to notice the girl constantly trying to get his attention, following him halfway across the city, staring glances at him. Changing her entire style colour-wise, and clothing just to get his attention. He wasn’t blind after all.
At long last, Jamie finally sent him a letter by mail saying that she would stop stalking him throughout the city only if he went on a single date with her. Allen, relieved that the wrecked lady might stop following him after this one date, accepted at once. That Friday, apparently, she ‘wowed’ him, for he proposed to her about three months later. So much for his philosophy of ditching her after meeting her… Less then a year after the sudden proposal, they got married in England on the water. It was a small wedding of about 100 peoples, with only close relatives and few friends attending. The area, they decided, was better suited towards their current compared to Scotland (even though in Scotland, they had the Scottish Lavender) and they claimed citizenship there to raise a family. Therefore, they moved to California, USA.
And raising a family was what they did. Just about two years upon moving to California, Allen and Jamie Carrerio were proud to announce their first child, Andrew Branco Carrerio into the world. Allen was quite pleased to see that most of his own physical aspects excluding his eyes were found in the boy. His dark hair, hazel eyes, and a ‘charming’ personality. Soon, Allen grew a close bond to his son, intending to teach him all the wonders of the world. Andrew would soon grow to be Allen’s favorite child. Not only had the arrival of their first child please the Carrerio family, but also Jamie’s newly found artistic talents were soon put to use, bringing the family a decent income along with Allen’s office job.
They raised Andrew as a normal boy – bringing him into the world of sports quick suddenly, and found that he was decent at them. He loved them as well, and they soon became a passion for the boy. When Andrew was soon to turn four, Allen and Jamie brought their second child into the world. They weren’t exactly proud of their second son, for he wasn’t exactly the cheerful type. In fact, he used to coward around certain pieces of large furniture. He became neither of their favorites for he wasn’t a ‘cute kid’ compared to his brother. For he had beyond cherub cheeks, and seldom did he smile. They just couldn’t find the same spot in hearts for the boy as they had done with Andrew.
Anyhow, Andrew got into school at the meer age of four, and found himself slowly falling behind the other students, for he wasn’t a quick learner. But to him, it didn’t matter, he only cared for baseball, soccer, and Ultimate Frisbee (his favourite four sports). As he got into the preteen stages (12 to be exact), he hit puberty perhaps a bit early, hense the reason he was tall as a child, yet as he got into High School, everyone shot above him. He got the worst acne that one could find. His parents were worried, and therefore, bought him some special stuff which steadily cleared up his acne.
((ooc: Now I'm just feeling very lazy...
))
Andrew was soon accepted into Hamilton High School, and began as a freshman that was not easily pushed around. He grew to be moody, being the oldest of three children, and snapped at pretty much everyone. Although his grades were barely passing, he found himself passion in all the sports omitting hockey, curling, and cricket, and therefore stuck with those three.
Since entering the school, he has become to be a well-known player (both in and out of the game), as he has had several flings, none lasting longer then much more then a week.
Likes (3+):
x. Sports – Basketball, volleyball, soccer, tennis, cross-country, flag-football (can you imagine him playing tackle?), golf, track, ultimate Frisbee.
x. Flirting/ Pretty girls.
x. Making fun of the geeks/individuals.
x. Hanging out wherever.
x. Chocolate… mmmm….Chocolate
(couldn’t resist… sorry )
Hobbies (3+):
x. All sports, wither he can play them or not omitting hockey and curling.
x. Doodling.
x. MSN – got to love it.
x. eating and sleeping – what teenage guy doesn’t?
Dislikes (3+):
x. School – he sucks
x. Facing his parents with failing grades (which is often)
x. his inferiors.
x. winter – because the only sports are curling and hockey neither of which he plays.
x. Chinese food omitting rice.
Quirks/Habits:
x. Procrastinating continiously
x. Snapping at people.
x. Fretting over tests at the last second.
x. Biting his nails and occasionally gnawing his bottom lip feriously.
Sample RP: ((ooc: I’m not in a current roleplaying state right now, therefore I will be writing one during the renaissance period))
As the chaise continued rolling northwards, one of the occupants gave a hearty sigh and flung her magnificent right wrist out the window. Lady Whitney rolled her cobalt eyes tediously and retorted to her husband sarcastically, “Yet another hour until we arrive, yet boredom is gnawing at my sides mercilessly.” She battered her long dark lashes flirtatiously at the brick wall of a man before turning back towards the window and rolling her eyes yet again. At least the lavender and buttercups caught her short attention span.
Whitney wasn’t only coming to pick up her niece and bring her to France to turn her into a lady, but to wring and suffocate her reluctant brother’s scrawny neck. How dare he bestow his barbaric daughter upon her using the non-existent law of bankruptcy? Many similar rhetorical questions were running through her mind along with several foul words in a variety of languages, each directed at the coward.
Whitney added with an exaggerated yawn, “So, what physical traits do you assume will be part of Krysta?” Without giving the slightest bit of a chance to respond, she continued with such energy that only a toddler could master, “She’ll have the Sutherland nose, cute and minuscule. Her mother’s pale green eyes. Her grandmother’s infamous dark locks. Her mother’s sweet disposition…”
The rest was cut off due to the fact Lord Ian snorted stonily and elapsed into vivid chuckles. Between breaths, he wrathfully taunted, “Sweet Disposition? May I refresh your memory?” He abruptly came out of his Indian-style seating and his hand jerked out a rolled piece of parchment. He gave a soft cough to catch attention, and his voice tremored hauntily, “Krysta is a bruteful, ungraceful-stricken monster of a girl. She pays seldom attention and even less impetuous taste in her habitants.”
Whitney frantically began talking with her hands and responded icily through gritted teeth, “You and I both know my sibling is an amoral, greedy, self-centered bastard whom shows no intentions of changing his mini-philosophies. He shows miniscule sympathy and the sole reason of Krysta being as vain as he mentioned would be because of him.” With this, she stubbornly crossed her hands across her chest indignantly before turning back to the window.
Ian rolled his dark eyes impishly before whipping out his wand and pointing it at her arms, forcing them to cross down at her lap. He snapped back wrathfully, “I suppose then a quick temper runs in the family?” With this, his eyes dropped down to the newly revealed skin with his nifty charm. His lips curled upwards into a soft smile as he continued unintentionally, “I suppose the family keeps the good looks throughout?”
Whitney wrinkled her nose, took off her shoe and slapped him with it. She gave a soft grin and whipped out her wand gingerly, cursing a few words at him. It was fun making him look like a baboon.
Aww come on you guys… roleplaying fickle-minded guys is sooo much fun ;D
Nickname(s): Andy
Age: 16
Grade: Junior
Clique: Jock
Appearance (1-2 paragraphs):
Andy is quite the aristocratic young man. With an avid grin plastered across his face and his unpretentious size, he can easily pass for being between the ages of 12 and 15. Topping it off around 5’6” (which he isn’t likely to overpass by much), he has a small-medium build weighing in at around 140 pounds. He is of a leggier figure then most, meaning he is meant for running and playing tennis. He has got long, lean muscles from playing multiple sports on school premises along with his hobbies, which consist of solely sports. He has long, well-rounded arms, toned with playing quarter-back at football that are always topped with either a gold chain, or several of those black relationship bands (must I explain?). Although he hasn’t got a six-pack, and is unlikely to ever get one, he does have a flat stomach without that disgusting gut that many guys his age are beginning to get.
Andrew has a highly defined face, with high cheekbones, an ample nose, and strong chin. He has that slight bit of cherub in his cheeks that make him not only look younger, but make those disgusting aunts pull at them continuously. He has a light splash of freckles from playing multiple hours outdoors over his nose and cheeks. He has luckily gone through with the entire acne stage, and is quite proud to say he has very few facial flaws. He has a proportionally sized nose for his face, not too small, yet not too large either. It curls up a tad at the end, giving him that slight stuck-up look. His skin tone during the winter is of a medium complexion, due to the fact that he is half Italian and half Portuguese. But during the summer, he gets so dark that he looks as if he hasn’t had a shower in days due to the fact that he is outdoors more then in.
Andrew has inherited from his mother, the broad naïve hazel orbs resting just above his cheeks and below his eyebrows. They under certain types of light look either brown or more of a green. They are surrounded by bountiful dark eyelashes to ascent them and increase that bit of feminine that always lingered in his small-figure. They are very expressive eyes, and along with his dark thick eyebrows, one can tell exactly what is on his mind. Occasionally, specifically after the big game or before exams, they are surrounded with dark circles as well hinting that fewer hours of sleep have been endured. His most well known feature around the school is his infectious grin adding to his childish look. His eyes chink when he grins and his pearly whites show. Although his grin is not perfect, he has pretty decent teeth, and one can tell that he is a mischievous folk with his slightly-crooked grin. The last physical aspect that needs to be addressed is his dark locks. Now, he has medium-dark brown hair, yet in some light, such as bright, it appears mouse brown whileas in dimmer lights, it appears to be jet-black. However, one thing stays the same no matter what light he is in – his style. The front is jelled up in several different areas making it appear as if he has just gotten out of bed. The back however, is laid untouched, mainly because he always forgets the back, the second reason being it can’t easily be reached. Once his hair grows too long, he knows it is time for a haircut for it begins to curl (which he loathes with a passion.)
Andrew carries in himself in a way that shows obvious self-confidence. Despite the fact he stands short by four inches in his gender, he has grown to live a life of popularity. He walks with a ‘cool’ swagger, with his chest puffed out to a small extend and his arms not by his sides, but out a few inches, where his toned arm muscles are pulsed out. Along with this, he isn’t frightened of pushing someone twice his size out of the way, for he is one to be known not to dress with.
Clothing Style:
Andrew tends to layer his clothing quite a bit, normally with a dark t-shirt over a gray long-shirt. He has yet to fallen into ‘lets wear our pants to our knees and see if we can walk’ look thankfully, but he deems to be heading in that direction. Instead, he wears a tighter pair of jeans not to the 80’s time period high, but higher then most of the guys in the school. They are normally held up with a dark belt of some sort. If he has no jeans left, he tends to wear a pair of low-rising gray sweats. For his hair during sports, he has been known to put a thick red-headband (his best colour) through his hair.
Interesting Clothing Facts:
Although Andrew isn’t likely to admit to this, he still fits into a size thirteen shirt, and fourteen pants. When in elementary school, grade eight, where they had to wear a uniform, he had a small waist-line of around 28 inches. Now-a-days, his rather small feet fit into a size 6 men’s, and his waist currently hits around 34 inches or so. Who measures this anyhow?
Personality (1-3 paragraphs):
Andrew although looking naive is far from it. He is truly dark inside, and he has learned to live a life of sneaking, and power-hungry to the smallest of things. Andrew is a Scorpio, and the general Scorpio traits include the abuse of power, the darker side of magic, fanatic, destructive, self-serving. He is often stricken with the green-eyed monster as jealousy is one of his worst faults. He is also resentful, compulsive, obsessive, secretive and obstinate.
Andrew often finds trouble no-matter where he goes, as his big mouth refuses to take the fact that he is wrong, and he will argue hours on end if he must in order to win the argument. He often uses his traits to make others feel bad about them. He is power-hungry, and will not rest until he is the top of the game power-wise, or social-wise. Emotional-wise, he believes emotions are for the weak and character-less, thus he pays no attention to one of his main faults.
Andrew is vindictive and brooding, he is one that never forgets a grudge. Andrew is prone to having an inner self destruct button, which they push compulsively from time to time, even if it is the smallest of details, like a single person looked up to more then him. He is sly, and cunning, he finds ways for others to his work for him, so he can be lazy, and not have to do anything to any extent. He is also very ambitious, and this quality often leads him into trouble.
Andrew is as conceited and full of himself as they come. He often thinks of himself above others, both physically, and …. Physically. Anyhow, he believes he is better then everyone else. Andrew has never held a shy disposition, as he is the type to go straight to the person's face and speak his mind despite the fact of his small size. Andrew has possessed a quality to whenever responsibility has been laid upon him to either back off, or get other's to do the work for him. He not only conceited, but lazy and often gets him into a knack for trouble. The only responsibility he currently holds is for his sports.
Andrew, however holds a soft-side. Girls. Pretty ones to be exact. He can be a charmer if he want something, a.k.a. a pretty girl, and be very flirtasish. He often gets what he wants with this bit of charm, and therefore, he abuses this as well. Also, he has a tendancy to find himself a small spot for chick-flicks. As he has brought many a girl to the movies, he has learned to like them and find their constant problems enjoyable and amusing.
History/Background (2-4 paragraphs):
Jamie Irving, being the founder of the Irving of the family, as her parents both passed away, now carries the demanding family position being the oldest sibling, and no males in the family. Jamie grew up in a small community where almost everyone knew everyone else, omitting the few beings whom liked to stay to themselves. Her life as she was younger, was devoted only to her family’s business – the farm. The farm kept her outdoors and active with all the chickens, but she knew deep inside that if she wanted to create opportunities for herself, then she had to let Irving Ranch rest and move out. This is what precisely what Jamie did, she closed the family business, and moved from Southern Scotland to the more populated and ideal for development, Northern Scotland. There, she claimed for United Kingdom citizenship, and began a new life.
Jamie had never been the most intelligent girl, and therefore, her entire plot to moving to Scotland was completely pointless. She dropped out of college training for Marine Biology not too long afterwards, and she knew that she had little of a chance to get any further in her life, for she was much too spiteful and energetic to get a desk-job of some sort. Therefore, she began her search for a decent husband. Upon first laying her baby blue eyes on Allen Carrerio, she believed he would be the one she would marry. He seemed to be studious, ambitious, and most importantly, able to bring in a decent income. This is for the fact he was carrying a book on physics on a daily stroll throughout the city, glasses perched on his nose. She was stereotypical, and thought all those who read and wore glasses were intelligent.
Quickly, Jamie in lighter terms then one would might use, ‘followed’ Mr. Allen Carrerio around, finding out tidbits of information. Where he lived, what he liked in a girl, and the fields he planned to go into. Not only this, but she began to think the he was really the one, his intriging dark curls and his persuasive cobalt eyes were beginning to get to her. Not to mention the cheerful way he nodded at her every morning upon leaving the house. She began to get into a beyond infatuation, for her life consisted at working at a grocery store, eating, sleeping, following Allen around, and dreaming over-excessively on Allen’s soft yet handsome aspects. She believed it was time to get closer to him, she was 21, and at a perfect time to find a man. Therefore, she began wearing outrageous colours, and writing him secret messages.
Back to the other side of the story… Allen was sick and tired. Sick of some remotely pretty young lady to follow him around, sick of everyone goggling over his high grades. Allen had recently graduated towards the higher end of the school mark-wise, and had spent two entire years trying to get some more education through going to a small Jamie School just inside the Northern half of Scotland. He was training to be a part of the Government office at the time, finding the job quite suitable to his ambition. He indeed began to notice the girl constantly trying to get his attention, following him halfway across the city, staring glances at him. Changing her entire style colour-wise, and clothing just to get his attention. He wasn’t blind after all.
At long last, Jamie finally sent him a letter by mail saying that she would stop stalking him throughout the city only if he went on a single date with her. Allen, relieved that the wrecked lady might stop following him after this one date, accepted at once. That Friday, apparently, she ‘wowed’ him, for he proposed to her about three months later. So much for his philosophy of ditching her after meeting her… Less then a year after the sudden proposal, they got married in England on the water. It was a small wedding of about 100 peoples, with only close relatives and few friends attending. The area, they decided, was better suited towards their current compared to Scotland (even though in Scotland, they had the Scottish Lavender) and they claimed citizenship there to raise a family. Therefore, they moved to California, USA.
And raising a family was what they did. Just about two years upon moving to California, Allen and Jamie Carrerio were proud to announce their first child, Andrew Branco Carrerio into the world. Allen was quite pleased to see that most of his own physical aspects excluding his eyes were found in the boy. His dark hair, hazel eyes, and a ‘charming’ personality. Soon, Allen grew a close bond to his son, intending to teach him all the wonders of the world. Andrew would soon grow to be Allen’s favorite child. Not only had the arrival of their first child please the Carrerio family, but also Jamie’s newly found artistic talents were soon put to use, bringing the family a decent income along with Allen’s office job.
They raised Andrew as a normal boy – bringing him into the world of sports quick suddenly, and found that he was decent at them. He loved them as well, and they soon became a passion for the boy. When Andrew was soon to turn four, Allen and Jamie brought their second child into the world. They weren’t exactly proud of their second son, for he wasn’t exactly the cheerful type. In fact, he used to coward around certain pieces of large furniture. He became neither of their favorites for he wasn’t a ‘cute kid’ compared to his brother. For he had beyond cherub cheeks, and seldom did he smile. They just couldn’t find the same spot in hearts for the boy as they had done with Andrew.
Anyhow, Andrew got into school at the meer age of four, and found himself slowly falling behind the other students, for he wasn’t a quick learner. But to him, it didn’t matter, he only cared for baseball, soccer, and Ultimate Frisbee (his favourite four sports). As he got into the preteen stages (12 to be exact), he hit puberty perhaps a bit early, hense the reason he was tall as a child, yet as he got into High School, everyone shot above him. He got the worst acne that one could find. His parents were worried, and therefore, bought him some special stuff which steadily cleared up his acne.
((ooc: Now I'm just feeling very lazy...
))Andrew was soon accepted into Hamilton High School, and began as a freshman that was not easily pushed around. He grew to be moody, being the oldest of three children, and snapped at pretty much everyone. Although his grades were barely passing, he found himself passion in all the sports omitting hockey, curling, and cricket, and therefore stuck with those three.
Since entering the school, he has become to be a well-known player (both in and out of the game), as he has had several flings, none lasting longer then much more then a week.
Likes (3+):
x. Sports – Basketball, volleyball, soccer, tennis, cross-country, flag-football (can you imagine him playing tackle?), golf, track, ultimate Frisbee.
x. Flirting/ Pretty girls.
x. Making fun of the geeks/individuals.
x. Hanging out wherever.
x. Chocolate… mmmm….Chocolate
(couldn’t resist… sorry ) Hobbies (3+):
x. All sports, wither he can play them or not omitting hockey and curling.
x. Doodling.
x. MSN – got to love it.
x. eating and sleeping – what teenage guy doesn’t?
Dislikes (3+):
x. School – he sucks
x. Facing his parents with failing grades (which is often)
x. his inferiors.
x. winter – because the only sports are curling and hockey neither of which he plays.
x. Chinese food omitting rice.
Quirks/Habits:
x. Procrastinating continiously
x. Snapping at people.
x. Fretting over tests at the last second.
x. Biting his nails and occasionally gnawing his bottom lip feriously.
Sample RP: ((ooc: I’m not in a current roleplaying state right now, therefore I will be writing one during the renaissance period))
As the chaise continued rolling northwards, one of the occupants gave a hearty sigh and flung her magnificent right wrist out the window. Lady Whitney rolled her cobalt eyes tediously and retorted to her husband sarcastically, “Yet another hour until we arrive, yet boredom is gnawing at my sides mercilessly.” She battered her long dark lashes flirtatiously at the brick wall of a man before turning back towards the window and rolling her eyes yet again. At least the lavender and buttercups caught her short attention span.
Whitney wasn’t only coming to pick up her niece and bring her to France to turn her into a lady, but to wring and suffocate her reluctant brother’s scrawny neck. How dare he bestow his barbaric daughter upon her using the non-existent law of bankruptcy? Many similar rhetorical questions were running through her mind along with several foul words in a variety of languages, each directed at the coward.
Whitney added with an exaggerated yawn, “So, what physical traits do you assume will be part of Krysta?” Without giving the slightest bit of a chance to respond, she continued with such energy that only a toddler could master, “She’ll have the Sutherland nose, cute and minuscule. Her mother’s pale green eyes. Her grandmother’s infamous dark locks. Her mother’s sweet disposition…”
The rest was cut off due to the fact Lord Ian snorted stonily and elapsed into vivid chuckles. Between breaths, he wrathfully taunted, “Sweet Disposition? May I refresh your memory?” He abruptly came out of his Indian-style seating and his hand jerked out a rolled piece of parchment. He gave a soft cough to catch attention, and his voice tremored hauntily, “Krysta is a bruteful, ungraceful-stricken monster of a girl. She pays seldom attention and even less impetuous taste in her habitants.”
Whitney frantically began talking with her hands and responded icily through gritted teeth, “You and I both know my sibling is an amoral, greedy, self-centered bastard whom shows no intentions of changing his mini-philosophies. He shows miniscule sympathy and the sole reason of Krysta being as vain as he mentioned would be because of him.” With this, she stubbornly crossed her hands across her chest indignantly before turning back to the window.
Ian rolled his dark eyes impishly before whipping out his wand and pointing it at her arms, forcing them to cross down at her lap. He snapped back wrathfully, “I suppose then a quick temper runs in the family?” With this, his eyes dropped down to the newly revealed skin with his nifty charm. His lips curled upwards into a soft smile as he continued unintentionally, “I suppose the family keeps the good looks throughout?”
Whitney wrinkled her nose, took off her shoe and slapped him with it. She gave a soft grin and whipped out her wand gingerly, cursing a few words at him. It was fun making him look like a baboon.
Aww come on you guys… roleplaying fickle-minded guys is sooo much fun ;D
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