Post by ambient on Jun 18, 2009 0:16:57 GMT -5
Jefton Lane Pierce
* Go without,
Till the need seeps in
You low animal,
Collect your novel petals for the stem.
And glow.
Glow.
Melt and flow.
Eviscerate your fragile frame.
And spill it out on ragged floor.
A thousand different versions of yourself.
And if the old gods still offend,
They got nothing left on which you depend.
So enlist every ounce
Of your bright blood.
And off with their heads.
Jump from the hook.
You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise.
See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life,
And they got no right.
As sure as you have eyes,
They got no right. .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS ambient, AND I AM 20.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT on and off for 6 years & I'M A intermediate AFTER ALL THIS TIME. MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE -. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
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- - - - nicknames, Jeff
- - - - gender, male
- - - - age, 26
- - - - sexuality, straight
- - - - member group, crew
- - - - (if band or crew)band, Hazardous Rumour
- - - - play by, Channing Tatum
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- - - - hair, blonde
- - - - built, muscular
- - - - height, 6'3"
- - - - fashion sense, Prefers form-fitting t shirts and jeans when relaxed; collared shirts or suits when not.
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- - - - loathes, insomnia, being hit on, stress, incompetent people, mediocre forms of alcohol.
- - - - strengths, loyal, dedicated,
- - - - weaknesses, commits slowly, not easily persuaded, judges easily, often favours one night stands, often suffers from insomnia.
- - - - dreams, to eventually change careers, meet "someone special", move someplace warm.
- - - - fears, dying before accomplishing anything worthwhile.
- - - - overall personality, Jefton cannot be described as merely a player; although this is what some of his past "experiences" would love to peg him as. He tends to fear commitment, or take a while to decide on such a matter. He loves to drink, and is often found in a bar when his insomnia takes a hold of his life. Jefton's parents did not take care of or care for him very well while he was growing up, and he still lives with the burdens of his past. A quiet and brooding person, women are often only attracted to him on the basis of his looks alone.
Despite the "flaws" in his character, Jefton sometimes realizes that there is something else to him; a different person, almost. This person is everything he wishes he could be, but Jefton never seems to be able to unlock the soul hiding underneath. He occasionally wonders if this line of thinking is stemming from drinking so frequently, or his insomnia, or both.
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- - - - family, Jackson Lane Pierce -biological father
Adelle Marie Falkner -biological mother
- - - - pets, none
- - - - overall history, Born on a sunny day in the middle of July, Jefton Pierce immediately caught his mother's smile and his father's frown. Needless to say, his beginning in this world caused an immense amount of strife in his family. He was an "accident", per se, and Jefton's father has never let the matter rest. As time wore on, the effect from his father influenced Jefton's mother, and then Jefton had to worry about the constant state of extreme disappointment they cast his way. Jefton became a depressed, desolate child, and this only served to prod his parents further. He did well in most areas in school; and yet, it was not enough. Jefton was always pushed to succeed, and when failure occurred, it was unacceptable.
Passing high school with honors that the school recognized, but his family disregarded, Jefton went on to attend college. He quickly entered the party scene, but only for the small amount of pleasure he could obtain from such events. His grades slipped a little, and Jefton's parents began threatening him again. After two years at this school, he met some fellow students who were forming a band. They sized up his muscular frame and his quiet, unassuming demeanor and offered him a job as the primary bodyguard. Jefton did not accept immediately; this was not something he was really interested in. However, after much debating, he accepted on the grounds that he wanted to see more of the world and the people in it.
This is where he is left, a bodyguard for a small band. The rest, is up to him...
- - - - rp sample, (not my best ever, perhaps, but it's all I have atm. sorry!)
Bryn was nothing but relieved when the bouncer intervened and led the girl away. She waited until their backs were turned before letting out a small gasp of pain. She had never hit anyone before...and damn that hurt!! She cradled her hand gently. Bryn hadn't been sure what she was going to do if the girl decided to hit back...and then suddenly, a delicious tickle went down her spine as he leaned close and whispered in her ear. She was lost in his eyes. Bryn forced herself to concentrate on what he was saying....but all she could manage was a nod and a smile in response. Never had she been struck dumb by a man before. Bryn never had trouble making conversation, especially with men. She couldn't remember ever feeling this way before...and whoa wait what?? Bryn was totally confused as the man began moving away. He had a strange look on his face, Bryn wasn't sure what he was thinking. He seemed tired, and nervous, and confused, and apologetic, but he didn't seem to want her to leave, or to leave her. Bryn didn't hesitate to think; she simply reached out with her right hand and gently grabbed his sleeve. "No wait!" she began to protest. "Wait, shouldn't we....oh damn. damn." Poor Bryn had completely forgotten about her hand, and as she grabbed his sleeve the pain came rushing back. She bit her lip, not sure what to do. Her adrenaline was wearing off, and she was starting to feel tired. Bryn's thought process became jumbled as her hand throbbed. She needed this man; needed to have him near her. He couldn't leave her, she couldn't let that happen. But now her stupid hand wasn't calming down, and it hurt. A single tear appeared at the corner of her eye and gently ran down her cheek. She was afraid to look up, afraid he was already gone. [/ul][/ul]
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(lyrics from above are from "Sleeping Lessons" by The Shins)
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