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Post by Jude Castor on Apr 6, 2007 20:28:24 GMT -5
REAL;LIFE
name;
Alex.
Supreme god of everyone.
SOUTH
age(optional);
13. Bitches.
contact;
PM only.
role play sample.;
Ew. Screw you.
Jokes.
Normal people swim during the day. Not 9:30 at night. but who's normal these days? The small girl brushed the red strands of hair that had fallen from the loose bun. She placed her sun bag on the deck, beside a beat up old lawn chair. Pale lips parted slightly, a small sigh lacing off her tongue. She grasped her gray sweater, pulling it over her swimming suit top. She was too lazy to be bothered to go into the change room. All she needed to do after a swim was to go shower off, and dry, and pull her clothes over her swimsuit.. It was much easier, plus it saved time in the long run. You wouldn't have to spend time changing in those icky stalls, where mold grew on the floors, and god and heavens only knows what or whom has been there, or doing what. She plucked her skirt out, stepping into it, gingerly pulling it up her legs, wrestling it at her bottom. She needed to not have such a big arse. She hated it. Well, not really. But it was hard to get jeans that where moderately tight, and it didn't cut circulation off from her thighs down. She grunted, hopping slightly, finally getting it on. Dipping down to collect her bag, the girl walked away from the chair, and out the side doors, waves of cool air hitting her smack dap in the face. Looking down at her feet, her toes poking out from her sandals, wiggling them slightly, soft laughter echoing in the night. Her sandals make a sloshing noise, as water was trapped in the foamy material. She smirked, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, looking out at the parking lot. Soft jade eyes scanned for a bright violet car, until the color popped out from under a streetlight. Small feet started to sprint to the car, flinging open the door, slipping inside. Once inside, and settled, she placed her bag on the passenger seat, taking out her keys. Promptly engaging the engine, pressing her foot softly on the gas pedal, the strange car started rolling, heading out to the street.
Nickolea pushed a button, the window dropping down, making a whirring noise. She automatically lifted her hand off the steering wheel, lout the window, her hands just moving in the air. She wasn't sure where she was going. But she was starved, her stomach making a deep, rumbling snarl, alerting her that it was feeding time. Drumming her deep plum fingernails on the rubber wheel, Nick's mind processed the places she could go. McDonalds? Ew . No. Not after watching "Super Size-Me" in health one day. It made her feel repulsive just thinking of it. Burger King? No, that wasn't her cup of tea. Plus, it tasted wonky to her. What about KFC? Absolutely not. Rumors say they have mass factories where they kill the chickens inhumanely, by just hanging them upside down, and chopping their heads clean off. How could someone do that? Not that any other place was any better, but still, she didn't like cows, especially after she got attacked my one in Switzerland. Her father took everyone on a trip when she was younger, and they stayed in the countryside. Nickolea was out from a romp in the grass, when she looked up from her mud puddle, seeing a cow running at her. Yelling in a high-pitched voice, she took off running, literally kicking up dust. Taco Bell? It has good food, good price, and wasn't cruel from what she knew. Next stop, Taco Bell. She needed some good food, and plus, they where open until two o'clock, or three o'clock, so she could be gluttonous until late the next morning. Trans fats, here comes Nickolea!
Planning on cramming her mouth full of steaky goodness, Nickolea jerked on the steering wheel, the old car turning sharply on its axles, into the almost empty parking lot. Even if anyone were there besides employees, they’d be a stoner, or drunkard. Maybe she could bum a joint from someone. A girl can dream, can’t she? Nick sat in her car for a few minutes, quietly staring out the window, her forehead resting on the windowpane. Her hair was a bit damp from her swim, but she couldn’t be bothered to fix it. For now, it could live in loose bun, her bangs poking her soft cheeks. Blinking, her nimble hand reached out, griping the keys tightly, slipping the metal out of the hole, a small sigh leaving her lips. Opening the car door, small feet slipped out the side, a body following. Brushing off her shoulder, she slammed the door, and hurried to the front. She didn’t know what was in the dark. Passing a group of teenagers huddled, Nickolea doubled back, and peered over a short boys head. They where lighting joints, and taking small huffs. Feeling like she could use some pick-me-up, Nick hopped over, hanging over the shoulder of a boy, a small smile on her face. To steal one of the joints, she’d have to be a kiss-ass, and a total flirt. Pressed her cheek against his hair, she parted her lips slightly, the smile taking the form of a smirk. “Hey there” she whispered, seeing she didn’t need to break him down. He was mega stoned. He merely snorted, and turned around, a drunken look on his face. Nick almost wanted to run inside. He looked as though he was going to rape her. Plastering another fake smile on her face, Nick plucked the smoke from his hand, inspecting it. “Is it…good?” she asked, looking up at him with her bottle green eyes, a seductive simper on her supple lips. He nodded, giggling. Lifting it gradually to her mouth, she positioned the end resting on her bottom lip, finally inhaling, her eyes locked on his features. He was pretty ugly. Short nose, hefty mouth, and buggy eyes. She wanted to quiver. She laughed once more, inhaling deeply once more, exhaling, smoke billowing out of her lips, spiraling upwards, blotting the air. She smiled, and slowly put the cigarette against his lips, and backed away. ‘Thanks” she said breathlessly, and back away, skipping into the eatery, inhaled deeply, the pungent aroma nearly making her mouth water.
Striding to the counter, Nick bit her finger, leaning on the condiments stand, reading the foods of picking. Upon choosing to get two steak taco thingies, and a couple of cokes, grinning, Nick walked to the counter, leaning forward on it, staring at the acne-riddled boy. “Two steak fajitas, and a large coke please.” Her words stumbled over her tongue, almost bumping on her lips. It didn’t take much for her to zone out, and start a dawdling approach to a high. Hanging back, waiting for her food, humming a happy ditty, Nick grabbed her tray, and hurried off to a booth with a window on the wall beside it. Placing the tray down softly, the small girl climbed into the booth, sitting right adjacent to window, her head resting on the chilly glass. She reached out, clutching one of the tacos, pulling off the silver wrapping, biting down on the wrap, giggling as meat and vegetables spilled into her mouth, pinching a napkin, dapping at her mouth, she always did after a bit of food. Placing down her dinner, she continued to gaze out the windowpane, her emerald irises observed the dark night, the group of teens disappearing into the dark, the dull of tiny flecks of red and orange floating in the air, the ashes from their smokes falling, shooting into the winds, carried away. Absentmindedly grabbing her food, eating more, her attention still outside. Turning her head, her hair shifting, she glared at a clock on the wall. 10:23. She’d taken that long to get here, bum a smoke, and order her food? Hot dam. Not like she had anything to do. The night was young. She brushed hair from her eyes, adjusting her hair band, biting into the wrap once more.
Character
First&&Middle Name;
Levi Owen
Surname;
Yeo[Yo]
Nicknames;
Lee. Lee lee. Owen Sound
Age/year;
18/senior
gender;
male. i guess.
Body
Levi is quite short and chubby, at the same time. Levi stands at about 5 feet 2, 5 feet 4, maybe even a little taller. When he was a little he was very short. Everyone around him was taller then him and it really was quite depressing. Seriously, if he weren’t such an optimistic guy, he would have found an emo corner for him and gone to cry about it. But his parents kept telling him that he still had a chance to grow and that perhaps he would later on. Levi was also told that guys went through puberty later then girls, so he gave himself hope, and hoped that unfairness would not stomp on his heart. Thankfully, his parents were right! After grade nine, he shot up like a weed. There were people next year who said that they hadn't even recognized him from afar! Levi was truly about this and finally, he had grown into his skinniness a bit. He was still very skinny, especially more than other guys, but this growth spurt actually developed other things besides his height.
It made him look quite a bit older as well. With this, a few girls noticed Levi and it put him in his first few relationships. Before that girls before, but that grade ten he was, and it made his parents extremely relieved because he was so different then Gerry, his father, had never noticed him. And then at the same time, they were glad that Levi wasn't such a man whore. Well, his mother was anyways, his father secretly wasn't, but he kept that to himself for the fear of having to sleep on the couch that night. Levi has pretty pale skin, but a very nice complexion. He has never had to deal with skin problems and only has the occasional zit. His father had a great complexion as well, so Levi figures that he got that from him. Levi has bright brown-green eyes that are usually open and wide, he just seems to do that out of habit. Or maybe he really needed glasses before, but his family or him didn't realize that. He got them back in his grade seven and has been wearing them to read every once in a while ever since. Levi keeps his hair a glossy reddiesh-orange-ish, which is usually a semi-long. Or short. Never more. Never less. He hates his hair any other way. He keeps his appearance very high, and some might call it vain.
personality.
Personality;
A big part of Levi's personality is that he's a huge nerd and naturally, he looks like one for the most part. Not that he has huge coke bottle glasses or anything, but that he just acts like one in general, and he sends off this vibe that tells people that he is one actually. Levi does have glasses that he wears sometimes, but only for the occasional bit of reading. He reads quite a lot, but ever since his sister, Levi has been telling him that he needs to stop being so utterly nerdy [she's quite ebil, you see] Levi has been trying to listen to her at least a little bit.
Well, Levi is a nerd through and through. It's doubtful that anyone will ever be able to change that about him, no matter how hard they tried. And believe me, has his sister tried. Apparently he's not cool enough for her or something, pssh. Levi is obviously not cool, he's supa hot. So hot... he can melt someone, just by standing next to them, chyea. Anyways. -cough cough- He's really quite the oddball. He takes a lot more after his father's friend Ken, then his father himself. Gerry was quite the man whore back in his day, but Levi is quite far from that. Instead he just about dies in a girl's presence except for his friends and his sister. He has this habit of falling for girls who don't pay a single ounce of attention to him at all. Or he falls for the book-ish types, who are opposite him, but since they're usually really good friends with him... well, let's just say he never tells them because he doesn't want to ruin their friendship. Levi knows that maybe for once he should take a risk, but he's always so afraid of messing things up.
That has been a big fear for him since forever. He's not really a perfectionist, he just doesn't want to make people angry. Levi hates forcing his presence on someone or asking others for things. Even if they are happy to do whatever it is or really do like him, he just has a paranoia about that, and usually ends up getting them furious with him by asking them about every two seconds whether they are mad at him, or whether they really mind doing this for him. Levi is just about always seen with his head in a book. Often he'll forget about doing such things like eating, just because he's reading. He gets so immersed and lost in books, he just can't seem to help it. He's very klutzy and shy, and usually keeps to himself. It's really difficult for Levi to make friends because he doesn't know how to act around them, or he's just too worried about how he will appear in front of them. Levi is just very self-conscious about himself and has very low self-esteem. He's been teased a lot when he was younger and he just never quite seemed to get over that.
Granted, he has forgotten to eat while reading, but books come before food in his head. Despite the fact that humans [and since he seriously is one, even if his sister keeps telling him that he's so odd that he must come from another planet, and therefore be an alien] actually need food to live and not books, but you know, Levi is a bit odd and off his rocker. He tends to get like really hyper sometimes. Crazy hyper, even scary hyper. He'll start running around the school and people give him the strangest looks, like he's on crack or something like that. And Levi would never turn to drugs, he hates the damned things, and can't understand why anyone would ever do them. He has an awkward fashion sense and tends to wear things at times that don't necessarily match, like his socks for instance, but usually that isn't too noticeable. Although once wore his shirt and jeans inside out, and wore two different socks and shoes. Everyone thought he had done that on purpose, but he really hadn't.
So Levi can safely say that he once started a fashion trend once at his school, even though he's like the biggest and hottest nerd there, haha. He has this deep, intense love for music. Hearing someone sing makes him want to just lie there and listen to that person for the rest of the day. Well, providing that they can actually sing anyways. Levi is quite shy about his own singing, although he does it when no one is listening. He doesn't know whether he is good at it or not. He also loves to write. He writes poetry, songs, and stories. People can often see him with a notebook in hand. He's tried drawing as well, but it's safe to say that he sucks at that, unfortunately.
what people don't know;
A big part about Levi's personality that no one really knows is that he's bi. It's a bit odd for him to deal with. He knows that his family would be fine with it, but he's never really told anyone, and he's not quite sure as to how he'd be able to do that. He started to suspect this back in around his first year or so, but his fourth year was when he really took notice of it. It made a lot of sense to Levi and he struggled with whether he was gay or bi, since he knew that he was definitely not straight. After a year or so, he finally came to the conclusion that he was bi. It was confusing for him and he wishes that he could tell someone about it, but he wouldn't know whom to talk about it. Obviously most of the people around are very supportive. He recognizes that a lot of teens deal with this, but he always senses that sometimes it's very easy to feel like you're the most alone person in the world, and that there is no one else out there to help you. Also, people don't just go around, walking around with their sexuality on their head, now do they?
Background
History;
Dimitree moved from Greece at the age of 18, to start his life as a judge. While he was in Canada, he met a young Philippine woman named Monica, a model. The two fell in love, soon getting married. The marriage grew bitter, until the birth of Isadora. The two realized that they where just angry about money problems, and had been taking their angry out on each other. Soon, Dimitree got a job as a judge, and soon became a part of the Ontario Court.
Dimitree moved from Greece at the age of 18, to start his life as a judge. While he was in Canada, he met a young Philippine woman named Monica, a model. The two fell in love, soon getting married. The marriage grew bitter, until the birth of Isadora. The two realized that they where just angry about money problems, and had been taking their angry out on each other. Soon, Dimitree got a job as a judge, and soon became a part of the Ontario Court.
On February 7th, a screaming Levi was born. He has a normal life, of course. Nothing really outstanding. When Levi was ten or so, he had his first kiss. It was at a birthday party, and some one's older sister was there. She said they should play games, like spin the bottle. So they played, and Levi went first. He spun it, and it pointed straight at a boy, Justin Williams. Levi insisted that he spin again, but the older sister laughed at him, and said rules where rules. Levi closed his eyes tight, and leaned in, and kissed the boy. Everyone broke out in laugh, and someone took a photo of it. It got shown around school, and Levi was shunned for it. About a year later, almost everyone forgot. Except for his friends, they the tease him sometimes about it.
While Levi, and he was about thirteen, was away at summer camp, one unfaithful year, his mother was shot down in the streets one night, put into serious conditions. She was gunned down by a local gang that lived in his city, that had killed many before, on what was called a "Surge List", which contained a list of females that either owed money, or had rightfully pissed off a member enough to seek revenge. Levi returned early, his mother in critical conditions in the hospital. He used to run home from school each day, to go see his mother, and pick a random weed or flower on the way. She wasn’t getting any better. Soon, she died in her sleep, leaving Levi with an ice-cold feeling in his heart. it explains why he’s so bastardly towards everyone that he just meets.
His father was traumatized, but moved from Monica quickly, cynical bastard. He met a new woman, and made her his ‘summer’ wife, which meant she was a bit younger than him. She was a gold digger, no joke. She had her eyes set on that shiny pile of money in Dimitree’s bank account, and looked like she was willing to last until he croaked- or until he came to an ‘untimely’ death. But she was also winning to have a child with him; Benrin, or Ben the Bugger. What a horrible child. Must have taken after his mother. He liked to draw on Levi’s face and anything, and when I say anything, I mean it. Levi’s had to keep in his fist, from hitting him upside the head. Honestly. Not at all a pleasant child.
When Levi was about fourteen, his father packed up the family, shipping everyone to San Fran, moving into a rather large home, near the local high school. He wasn’t the coolest kid, but he wasn’t the loser kid in the corner, having a good cry. No. He fitted in. He continued his life in high school, being retarded, and having fun. No one would predict what would come up. He had enemies. Of course. But this one boy was quite insane. Levi had basically been a child with him. Levi had gone up to Benji, and pants’d him in front of a group of girls. Benji was not a mentally healthy boy. After this, Levi had continued life, until grade 10 dance, when someone spiked the punch, and Benji, who had always enjoyed his punch, drunk a tad too much. The results. A drunk Benji. A few hours after the ceremony, and the dance, Levi was in the parking lot of the school, him and his friends huddled around a car, laughing at anything. It was dark, late, and honestly –creepy out. Levi said his goodbyes, and started stumbling over the black concrete, his tie hanging on his neck loosely. Benji saw Levi, and trip up on his way to his car. The dead silence was cracked by a revving engine, the night broken by two large beams of light shining onto Levi. He looked behind him, squinting. The light was barreling at him. After cursing, his feet finally lifting off the ground, a large thumping noise echoed out. Benji had struck his back end, mostly affecting his left leg. Benji, freaking out, peeled off, Levi lurching in pain on the ground, gripping his shin, his teeth clenched.
His shin was shattered. Levi would be fine, he would just have a permanent limp for life. To say the least, Levi was piiiiised. That’s saying the least. He was stuck in his house for a year almost, making him quite the piggie. Levi blames that early age experience all for his confusion on what he likes. He now lives at school, blending into the crowds, and being a big player, not caring if he’s called promiscuous. He's not your average boy, so he tends to float about on his own, forgetting the world. He's partly given up on dating at the moment, since his last relationship, he took seriously. It was summer; Him and his girlfriend where staying at a cottage, and where taking a drive in his car. The car starting stuttering, and came to a rolling stop in the middle of a two-mile road. Levi let his girlfriend to watch the car, and he started his jog to a gas station. Around an hour later, Levi returned, panting and heaving, and couldn't see his girlfriend from where he was standing. Upon going right up to the car, he was greeted with his girlfriend 'knocking boots', to put it politely, with another man. Levi started yelling, then took her clothes, locking them in the trunk. He left her only in her under garments on the side of the road, and drove off, blank expression on his face. He was a tad bit over dramatic, but went it was truly your real first girlfriend, it can be a bit damaging.
Family[photo's if you can]
BIO-DAD;Dimitree Yeo;45;CEO of Layman inc.
BIO-MOM;Stacy Yeo;34;dead
STEP-MOM;Sandy Yeo;30;whore.
Siblings;
SISTER;Isadora Hentz;29;married/mother
STEP-BRO;Berin Yeo;9;student
EXTRA;
Celebrity;
Patrick Stumph.
Yes. Stumph. that's how it is orignally. but he changed it.
Wanted Clique?;
Neuteral
OTHER;
ALEX&EMILY LIVE IN BRENDON'S PANT!
fo scho.
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