Post by tripp on Apr 11, 2009 13:51:34 GMT -5
show the world a little style,
a little attitude
[/color]a little attitude
BRETT"TRIPP"BOWERS[/color][/font][/b]
sup, my name is JAMES
been breathing air for 22 years now
but only been living for FOUR YEARS
you can drop me a line at EMAIL
hey teachers, hey creatures,
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nicknames: Tripp
age: nineteen
birthday: January 25th 1990
gender: male
orientation: Straight
school year: Senior
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just wait
take a breath of air before you faint
[/color][/font][/center]take a breath of air before you faint
height: 6'3"
weight: 180
build built without obvious buff
eyes: blue-gray, almond shaped
hair: a big mess on the top of his head- golden brown
distinguishing features: none
tattoos and piercings: none
personal style:
A nice a classy outfit, that shows sophistication. Mainly black and white outfits though. A laid back approach to clothing when it comes to nights out and the week ends- he is rarely ever seen in something as simple as jeans and classic tee he threw on.
appearance:
Brett dresses to be a hot shot since he feels he is hot shit. his eyes are what girls get trapped in a lot. his hair is brown, long and all over the place. he sometimes goes for the gruffy look but most the time he is cleanly shaven. he doesn't have many beauty marks. he doesn't have any tattoos or piercings since he finds them pointless.
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do you think you're right,wronged,
or do you think you'll fight?
[/color][/center][/font]or do you think you'll fight?
} women
} sex
} smoking
} drawing
} making jokes
} parties
} painting
} socializing
} sports
} charming a lady
dislikes:
} prudes
} drugs
} alcohol
} pink
} indian food
} math
} people who think they are better than the rest
} rain
} school
} cold weather
strengths:
charming ladies, sweet talking his way out of situations, sports, fighting for himself, keeping a secret (Mainly his own).
weaknesses:
brunettes, girls who like to party, reynolds, independent people
greatest fear:
missing his chance at love
greatest desire:
to live life
habits and quirks:
taps his fingers against the counter, runs a hand through his hair, smokes
overall personality:
basically he is kind of a party animal out of control all over the place. he likes to be the life of the party even though he doesn't drink or do drugs. he likes to be in the right sense of mind just in case something were to happen. drawing is one of his passions. he likes to smoke cigarettes since it keeps him calm. sometimes he can be rather snappy or rude but it's because he is a little too honest. he doesn't try to be rude at all since he wants people to like him. he wants to be popular so he strives to getting people to like him.
now girls, that is one of his weakness since he is in love with the females. he loves to flirt with everyone who is a female or who'd have him around. he'd crawl into bed with anyone since he likes to have the flings over and over. he is not the type of guy to be in a relationship with anyone. this is due to his parents relationship of some bitter hate and some loving moments. he doesn't want to be caught up in something like that. he just wants to live while he is young and party while he has the chance. he is an easy guy to get along with since he is super nice and caring. he also is very flirtatious but mostly with the ladies.
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we are young, we are done
we ain't fighting nothing
[/color][/font][/center]we ain't fighting nothing
father: Charles, 45, business owner
siblings: Sharyn, 2, she's a baby
pets: name, breed, age. no more than 5 unless on a farm
nationality: spanish&white
birthplace: NY
history:
Brett spent most of his life hearing his mother complain about his father. In his eyes, love does not exist. It never existed in his life. Sure, he saw plenty of people who are in love or were in love, but he can't wrap his head around the fact that it could happen to him- at any moment. It's hard to him to swallow that. Ever since he was 5 his mother would complain about Charles. He found it insane, later on in his life, that she managed so many years of marriage before finally running away. He figured his mother didn't believe in love either because she just left without even leaving divorce papers around.
Brett hadn't been planned. He is a birth control baby. His mother had never wanted a child- but watched him grow up till he was 16. Maybe it was that mother bond to their child that made her stay for so long and be miserable. Either way, it affected Brett's life. He grew up watching his father hit on other women-when it was supposed to be him and Brett hanging out. This is where he learned about charm. Not love. There was rarely a thing in life, besides media and books, that showed him what love was. But books aren't reality and neither are movies. When he was 16 his mother just disappeared. She didn't have a job so Brett wasn't sure how she planned on being on her own. Maybe she got one. He wonders about her often, but never bothers to ask about her- if she wanted him to know, she'd never have left.
High school. He's sure that college will prove to be ten times better with ladies and parties, but for now, high school has been the best four years of his life- until the crash that is. He is known to be the ladies man and doesn't mind. He keeps in shape and appreciates a nice looking lady- with a wonderland body. A woman's body to him is a world unexplored. And he just loves a good adventure. He won't touch the contaminated bodies though, you know what I'm saying. He likes to see some innocence in a girl and holds power knowing that he has some negative effect on that innocence.
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way outside yourself
there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
[/color][/center][/font]there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
member title: can't think od one yet
roleplay sample:
Trace had just finished the last of the cups and plates and stupid silverware when he heard a knock on the door. His finger slipped stupidly on a fork and his wrist was stabbed, "Ouch, shit!" He muttered as he dropped the fork into the sink. It made a loud clatter and he ignored it, giving up, "Sharyn get the door!" He called out as he reached over and grabbed a paper towel from the roll and wiped his hands. Then he made his way back into the living room and watched as Sharyn, slowly, made her way to the door, her eyes going back to the TV screen as she walked and then finally she reached up and turned the doorknob. As soon as it opened a crack she ran back to her spot in front of the tv. Trace let out a laugh and rolled his eyes, opening the front door all the way for Riley. He looked her over for a moment, noting the dress and boots that adorned her body, before standing aside and letting her pass through.
"Hey, I see you made it out of the house without being tackled by a hired someone." He joked as he closed the door. As he walked over to where Riley stood Sharyn's movie was put on pause and she stood up, without notice of Riley and locked the front door and went into the kitchen. Trace shook his head lightly knowing that she'd call for him in a few seconds, "You can make yourself at home. I've gotta help her for a sec." He muttered, placing his hand on her arm and letting it slid off half a second later when Sharyn called for his attention. He knew Sharyn well enough by now to know what she wanted when she didn't even ask. But the small sippy cup that rested in her hands was always a clue.
Moments later brother and sister made their way back into the living room, which was simply decorated with the family room (couch, TV, coffee table,) then the family 'office' room. But Trace never really went there since he had his laptop, which laid open on the coffee table in front of the couch. His IM with Riley still open on the screen. Sharyn froze for a moment when she saw a blonde stranger placed in the living room. Her plastic sippy sup straw half way to her mouth and she looked up at Trace with questionable eyes. Trace let out a laugh and patted her head, "Riley, meet Sharyn. Sharyn say hi to Riley." Trace ordered softly to his little two year old. She smiled and instead returned to her movie, knowing that her big brother would bug her no longer. She was right.
Trace walked over and sat down on the couch, with a sigh he looked over at Riley, "Ah, well, that's Sharyn. She'll pay more attention when her movie is over." He shrugged. He didn't feel the least bit akward with Riley in his living room. Sure, it was the first time they'd actually be hanging out, but to Trace it wasn't a big deal. At least his mother wasn't home pestering with annoying or embarassing questions.
"Hey, I see you made it out of the house without being tackled by a hired someone." He joked as he closed the door. As he walked over to where Riley stood Sharyn's movie was put on pause and she stood up, without notice of Riley and locked the front door and went into the kitchen. Trace shook his head lightly knowing that she'd call for him in a few seconds, "You can make yourself at home. I've gotta help her for a sec." He muttered, placing his hand on her arm and letting it slid off half a second later when Sharyn called for his attention. He knew Sharyn well enough by now to know what she wanted when she didn't even ask. But the small sippy cup that rested in her hands was always a clue.
Moments later brother and sister made their way back into the living room, which was simply decorated with the family room (couch, TV, coffee table,) then the family 'office' room. But Trace never really went there since he had his laptop, which laid open on the coffee table in front of the couch. His IM with Riley still open on the screen. Sharyn froze for a moment when she saw a blonde stranger placed in the living room. Her plastic sippy sup straw half way to her mouth and she looked up at Trace with questionable eyes. Trace let out a laugh and patted her head, "Riley, meet Sharyn. Sharyn say hi to Riley." Trace ordered softly to his little two year old. She smiled and instead returned to her movie, knowing that her big brother would bug her no longer. She was right.
Trace walked over and sat down on the couch, with a sigh he looked over at Riley, "Ah, well, that's Sharyn. She'll pay more attention when her movie is over." He shrugged. He didn't feel the least bit akward with Riley in his living room. Sure, it was the first time they'd actually be hanging out, but to Trace it wasn't a big deal. At least his mother wasn't home pestering with annoying or embarassing questions.
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I WANTED TO BE ME !
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