Post by Elliot Matthews on Jun 15, 2008 1:55:38 GMT -5
'Elliot Andrew Matthews;
'Things are Shaping Up to Be Pretty Odd;
About The Character
Name: Elliot Hernandez
Nicknames: El, Ellie.
Age: 17
Birthdate:October, 15th
Gender: Male
School Year: Senior
School: Lucy Madison High
Sexual Orientation: Straight
'What You Do on Your Own Time's Just Fine;
Likes:
x. Singing
x. Guitars
x. Drinking
x. Partying
x. Board games
x. Converse
x. Techno music
x. Cooking
x. Texting
x. Chocolate
x. Flirting with girls
x. Kittens
x. Hoodies
Dislikes:
x. Vegetables
x. Not smelling good
x. Math
x. Reading
x. Jocks
x. Jello
x. Country music
x. Spiders
x. Waking up early
x. Always serious people
Hobbies:
x. Spending time with his sister.
x. Singing
x. Playing guitar
x. Drawing
x. Partying[When he gets the chance]
Habits:
x. Stealing the little things nobody will miss.
x. Biting his lip when nervous
Goals:
x. To go to college eventually
x. To make life as good as possible for his sister.
Fears:
x.Losing his little sister
x.Dying alone
x.Spiders
General Personality: Elliot is a nothing short of simply immature. He’s the kid who is hardly ever serious, and is easily entertained. The guy is normally always happy and cheerful. Ever heard of nice people being scarey when they actually do get mad? Yeah well, thats Elliot. Manage to get him mad, and there will be hell to pay. Elliot is pretty straight foreward with his opinions. He won't hesitate to tell you that you're hair looks like shit today, or if you look drop dead gorgeous. Theres nothing to lose by telling someone they look good today, right? And if they get mad, he could always just run away! Elliot is pretty sneaky as well, which simply comes with being a Klepto.
Elliot is as social as social can get. Which isn't that surprising because of how happy and cheerful he is. Walking up and talking to random people definately isn't hard for him. Though he does know now to ask a million questions right off the bat. Going out and hanging out with friends is one of his favorite things to do. Whether it be just going to get food, or going out to a movie. Not that it happens very often, because normally he is stuck watching over his little sister. Well, unless he can pay someone to watch her for him, that is!
Like most teenagers, he doesn't like the rules. He breaks them whenever possible. Nor does he follow the laws. Drinking, smoking, tagging up some random wall, you name it, he's probably done it. For such a sweetheart kid, he sure has his little dark side. He keeps that hidden, though, atleast when his little sister is around.
'You Are My Heroine;
Looks Like:Brandon Killen
Appearance: The guys hair color is constantly changing. One week there will be big blonde patches in it, and the next they will be red patches, or pink. The style pretty much stays the same, though. Shoulder length, fringe covering one eye, and normally quite messy. His natural hair color is dark brown, and his eyes are a hazel color. Along with that, he has his septum pierced and his ears are gauged.
Elliot is quite skinny, but that hardly means anything. To him, it just means he has a very fast matabolism, which he is proud of. He stands about 5'8". Even though he is really skinny and tall, that doesn't mean he can't pack a punch. Elliot is pretty strong despite his size, but that doesn't mean he can take on some steriod pumped up jock. No, thats when his long legs come in use for running away!
Clothing Style: Elliot has quite the interesting dress style. Though he looks like one of those 'emo' kids that would only wear band shirts and skinny jeans, he does, but his attire is much more than that. One necklace, two necklace, three necklaces worn at once? Who does that? Why, Elliot, of course! Along with atleast a few bracelets on his left hand at all times.
Skinny jeans, skinny jeans, and more skinny jeans! Of all the colors of the rainbow, too! He wears an assortment of shirts, anywhere from band shirts to v-neck shirts, to some with just random doodly designs on them, and then theres the striped and plaid shirts! He also wears a bunch of different shoes. Anywhere from diffferent colored converse, to multi-colored Kicks.
'The Hours That Were Left Behind;
Family:
Aleece Matthews[Mom. 40. Deceased.]
Kevin Matthews[Father, 43]
Alexandria Matthews[Little Sister, 5]
History: Aleece and Kevin were highschool sweethearts. They started dating sophmore year, and even went on to get labeled 'Cutest Couple' for Senior awards when Senior year came about. Sure, they fought, but like most couples they made up every single time. Then they followed each other off to college. After college, Kevin proposed, and of course, Aleece said yes. They married and everything seemed grand. All good things come to an end, though. First came Elliots birth, and everything seemed fine. He was spoiled, loved, the whole bit. Kevin's job kept him at work all night long, leaving Aleece to care for the newborn by herself normally. If Kevin wasn't working, he was sleeping during the day. Or he was off drinking with his friends and partying it up, and coming home completely wasted.
A few years later, when Elliot was 12 years old, his mother became pregnate again. Except this time, the pregnancy took a turn for the worst. She died giving birth to the little girl that became Elliots little sister, Alexandria. Naturally, this drove Elliots dad into a depressed madness. He kept the children, yes, but Elliot was left to basically care and raise his little sister. So much for being a kid, right?
Even now, as he continues his school, his life surrounds his little sister. He still takes care of her, picking her up from school and driving her to her little dance lessons, swim lessons, or whatever it may be. His dad still works at night, sleeping all day. They rarely see him, unless he's actually awake. Sure, he would of loved to go to Lordings, because he does have a talent for singing and playing guitar, but things worked out otherwise. Atleast his dad still brings in a lot of money. Meaning they are nothing close to being poor.
'Imagine Knowing Me;
About you
Name:Monica
Age:17
Experience: Going on 8 years.
Contact:PM on here, or I have MSN and Yahoo messenger. Or by email.
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RP Sample:
Well, it wasn't everyday that one would find a miss Francis Autumns in the cafeteria. In fact, it was a really rare thing to see. Francis was a smart girl, and she was smart enough to know that the food in the cafeteria was absolutely disgusting. She would rather avoid that sludge called potatos or the fake eggs that they called 'food'. For some reason they had prune juice too, as if they were all old and wrinkly and needed it. Gross. No, she normally waited for the cafeteria to die down, sneak in and make her OWN food, or she flat out went and bought some from a local fast food place. That second one though, depended on how much money had. That depended on how nice Felix was being to her, of course!
She hated being a complete and utter moocher all the time, so thats exactly why she was in the cafeteria now. It was still fairly early in the morning, too. Another odd thing. Francis was hardly up and about before noon, but here she was..up and about at 9 in the morning. Looking pretty was something she never aspired for, either. Especially early in the morning. If she dared to chance it, she would of walked around in her pajamas. That didn't sound like a smart idea with all the Lusts running around, or the Jumpers or Vipers that could of done something. No no, Francis was a smart girl. Ususally. Hence why she was fully dressed, in a pair of black skinny jeans, and a navy blue tank top. Maybe she was just paranoid, but she'd rather be paranoid than regretful after a careless mistake.
Francis let out a loud yawn as she strolled slowly on into the cafeteria. There was a few people, scattered acround. There wasn't anyone she knew, though. Ah well, she couldn't run around thinking she was miss popular and thinking she'd run into someone she knew everywhere she went, now could she? Her fingers slipped into her pack pocket, pulling out a pink hair tie out of it. In a messy fashion, she raked her hair into a sloppy ponytail. It only made her look like she crawled out of bed even more, though. As if on cue, her stomach let out a loud rawr. Not a literal rawr, but a grumbling growl. Well, thats what happens when a person doesn't eat for a day.
Exactly why she was here, sort of. The fact that someone running down the girls dorm hall banging on the walls sort of didn't help either. If Francis could of gotten her head together, she would have chased the fucker down. Except, she was one of those people that took about an hour to finally crawl out of bed after being woken up, though. What a shame. A small scowl appeared on the girls lips as the brightness of the cafeteria suddenly hit her. Wayyy too bright, and wayyy to early. Her hazel eyes squinted, glaring around for an object to ease the annoying bright light. Sunglasses..sunglasses. Surely there had to be someone with them around here somewhere, right?
It wasn't long before she found it. There was a girl, passed out at one of the tables. A pair of big white sunglasses perched atop her pretty little head. It took only a few mere seconds for Francis to form a little plan in her head. Step one: Make it look completely unobvious that you're going to steal something! Since she was hungry, she figured she'd go ahead and grab some grub. So, she wandered her way on over to where all the food was, grabbing a tray and plate. What looked good..hey..NOTHING! Waffles. Oh god, she could go little kid status and make a mansion!! So, thats exactly what she got. The black haired girl then glanced back on over to her victim. Perfect. Nobody was looking at her, and the security guards weren't even around. Thank god.
Step Two: Approach victim! Francis steadily made her way towards the passed out girl. A look of pure excitement crossed over the girls facial expression as she got closer. She couldn't help it. The adrenaline was pumping through her, even though it was just a pair of sunglasses. Step Three: Snag! Her fingers reached out as she walked by the girl, and she slowly tugged the sunglasses off the girls head. She had to go slow, or the girl would probably wake up for sure. Luckily, the girl only made a small noise and barely shifted while the sunglasses were slid off her head. Step Four: Walk away, as if you never did a god damn thing. Francis shoved the sunglasses on, grinning and savoring her victory while it lasted. No doubt she'd be busted whe the girl woke up. Ah well. Hopefully it was a stray, and not some Viper that'd kick her ass. Hm..maybe she should have thought about that? Nah.
Francis then wandered on towards a table, dumping the tray and the mess called waffles onto the table. Shit. She forgot something to drink. Ohhh well. Maybe if she got lucky, she'd be able to steal those too. Geesus, she probably looked really weird wearing huge preppish white sunglasses at 9 AM in the fucking cafeteria. Did she give a rats ass what people thought? No, not at all. With all this said and done, the girl made herself comfortable, and began stacking up her waffles. A look of pure concentration over came the girls face as she started her masterpiece. Wow, that probably looked fairly odd. A sloppy haired chick with huge sunglasses on, and a waffle mansion. Go, Francis, GO!
It'd be the best god damn waffle mansion EVER!
She hated being a complete and utter moocher all the time, so thats exactly why she was in the cafeteria now. It was still fairly early in the morning, too. Another odd thing. Francis was hardly up and about before noon, but here she was..up and about at 9 in the morning. Looking pretty was something she never aspired for, either. Especially early in the morning. If she dared to chance it, she would of walked around in her pajamas. That didn't sound like a smart idea with all the Lusts running around, or the Jumpers or Vipers that could of done something. No no, Francis was a smart girl. Ususally. Hence why she was fully dressed, in a pair of black skinny jeans, and a navy blue tank top. Maybe she was just paranoid, but she'd rather be paranoid than regretful after a careless mistake.
Francis let out a loud yawn as she strolled slowly on into the cafeteria. There was a few people, scattered acround. There wasn't anyone she knew, though. Ah well, she couldn't run around thinking she was miss popular and thinking she'd run into someone she knew everywhere she went, now could she? Her fingers slipped into her pack pocket, pulling out a pink hair tie out of it. In a messy fashion, she raked her hair into a sloppy ponytail. It only made her look like she crawled out of bed even more, though. As if on cue, her stomach let out a loud rawr. Not a literal rawr, but a grumbling growl. Well, thats what happens when a person doesn't eat for a day.
Exactly why she was here, sort of. The fact that someone running down the girls dorm hall banging on the walls sort of didn't help either. If Francis could of gotten her head together, she would have chased the fucker down. Except, she was one of those people that took about an hour to finally crawl out of bed after being woken up, though. What a shame. A small scowl appeared on the girls lips as the brightness of the cafeteria suddenly hit her. Wayyy too bright, and wayyy to early. Her hazel eyes squinted, glaring around for an object to ease the annoying bright light. Sunglasses..sunglasses. Surely there had to be someone with them around here somewhere, right?
It wasn't long before she found it. There was a girl, passed out at one of the tables. A pair of big white sunglasses perched atop her pretty little head. It took only a few mere seconds for Francis to form a little plan in her head. Step one: Make it look completely unobvious that you're going to steal something! Since she was hungry, she figured she'd go ahead and grab some grub. So, she wandered her way on over to where all the food was, grabbing a tray and plate. What looked good..hey..NOTHING! Waffles. Oh god, she could go little kid status and make a mansion!! So, thats exactly what she got. The black haired girl then glanced back on over to her victim. Perfect. Nobody was looking at her, and the security guards weren't even around. Thank god.
Step Two: Approach victim! Francis steadily made her way towards the passed out girl. A look of pure excitement crossed over the girls facial expression as she got closer. She couldn't help it. The adrenaline was pumping through her, even though it was just a pair of sunglasses. Step Three: Snag! Her fingers reached out as she walked by the girl, and she slowly tugged the sunglasses off the girls head. She had to go slow, or the girl would probably wake up for sure. Luckily, the girl only made a small noise and barely shifted while the sunglasses were slid off her head. Step Four: Walk away, as if you never did a god damn thing. Francis shoved the sunglasses on, grinning and savoring her victory while it lasted. No doubt she'd be busted whe the girl woke up. Ah well. Hopefully it was a stray, and not some Viper that'd kick her ass. Hm..maybe she should have thought about that? Nah.
Francis then wandered on towards a table, dumping the tray and the mess called waffles onto the table. Shit. She forgot something to drink. Ohhh well. Maybe if she got lucky, she'd be able to steal those too. Geesus, she probably looked really weird wearing huge preppish white sunglasses at 9 AM in the fucking cafeteria. Did she give a rats ass what people thought? No, not at all. With all this said and done, the girl made herself comfortable, and began stacking up her waffles. A look of pure concentration over came the girls face as she started her masterpiece. Wow, that probably looked fairly odd. A sloppy haired chick with huge sunglasses on, and a waffle mansion. Go, Francis, GO!
It'd be the best god damn waffle mansion EVER!