Post by Drake Adams on Feb 11, 2011 1:13:13 GMT -5
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Drake Luke Adams
twenty-eight, celebrity
WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK. EVEN WHILE
YOU SLEEP, WE WILL FIND YOU ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR
WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK. EVEN WHILE
YOU SLEEP, WE WILL FIND YOU ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR
FULL NAME , Drake Luke Adams
NICKNAMES , None
AGE , Twenty-eight
BIRTHDAY , October 9th
SEXUALITY , Straight
GRADE , N/A
OCCUPATION , director
MEMBER GROUP , celebrity
hello, my name is DANNI. i am SEVENTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE roleplayer. i found this site through I CAN'T EXACTLY REMEMBER BUT ON AN AFFILIATES PAGE ON ANOTHER RP FORUM. so, here's an example of my average post:
His eyes were half open, a lazy smile on his lips. Music pounded in his ears, muffled and distorted. Bright lights flashed before his hazy eyes. The room was spinning. He really had no idea what he had taken but whatever it was, he liked it. Sex, drugs and alcohol were his life mission. Meet 16 year old Alex. All these factors helped him to forget his worries, his fears. His problems were washed away with just one pill or just a few drinks.
He could feel lips pressed against his neck, forcing a moan of pleasure. As he did so, a sharp pain happened in his side. “Aah!” His head lolled back and he bit down on his lip hard, a broken rib. It hurt to breathe. His external wounds were temporary tattoos of his internal wounds. A reminder of the Hell he came from. His father beat him and his mother or more like when he couldn’t get to his mom, he settled for Alex.
Child Services had often stolen him away for a few days but they didn’t understand. He protected his mom. He took the beatings for her and proudly. His mother was at work now though while his father drank himself into a stupor. Something similar to what Brent had in mind for the night.
It disgusted him that he was even remotely like his father. His last name was Franko. It seems practically all of them were addicted to some substance. Our blood must be poisoned, cursed. Heh. If he believed in that stuff...maybe.
One thing he was sure of is he would never settle down. He would never fall in love. He never wanted to. He had enough pain. He didn’t need heart break adding to it. Most importantly, he didn’t want to end completely like his father. He didn’t want to hurt the one he loved so dearly.
He didn’t want to think about this though. That’s not why he was here. He was here to forget, steal a few moments of delusional happiness. Growling lowly, he pushed the woman away, having momentarily forgotten about her, lost within his painful memories.
His hand wrapped firmly around a bottle of Tequila. He chugged it down, letting the alcohol take effect. And then he took another pill, another hit of heroine. He wanted to get lost in it all. The high would make everything better, even if for only brief moments. It had to. It was now his only hope. His savior?; Perhaps. “No one can save me.” He mumbles, a soft, sardonic chuckle erupting from his chest.
He could feel lips pressed against his neck, forcing a moan of pleasure. As he did so, a sharp pain happened in his side. “Aah!” His head lolled back and he bit down on his lip hard, a broken rib. It hurt to breathe. His external wounds were temporary tattoos of his internal wounds. A reminder of the Hell he came from. His father beat him and his mother or more like when he couldn’t get to his mom, he settled for Alex.
Child Services had often stolen him away for a few days but they didn’t understand. He protected his mom. He took the beatings for her and proudly. His mother was at work now though while his father drank himself into a stupor. Something similar to what Brent had in mind for the night.
It disgusted him that he was even remotely like his father. His last name was Franko. It seems practically all of them were addicted to some substance. Our blood must be poisoned, cursed. Heh. If he believed in that stuff...maybe.
One thing he was sure of is he would never settle down. He would never fall in love. He never wanted to. He had enough pain. He didn’t need heart break adding to it. Most importantly, he didn’t want to end completely like his father. He didn’t want to hurt the one he loved so dearly.
He didn’t want to think about this though. That’s not why he was here. He was here to forget, steal a few moments of delusional happiness. Growling lowly, he pushed the woman away, having momentarily forgotten about her, lost within his painful memories.
His hand wrapped firmly around a bottle of Tequila. He chugged it down, letting the alcohol take effect. And then he took another pill, another hit of heroine. He wanted to get lost in it all. The high would make everything better, even if for only brief moments. It had to. It was now his only hope. His savior?; Perhaps. “No one can save me.” He mumbles, a soft, sardonic chuckle erupting from his chest.
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character details
TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE, EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD
IT'S MY OWN DESIGN, IT'S MY OWN REMORSE, HELP ME TO DECIDE.
TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE, EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD
IT'S MY OWN DESIGN, IT'S MY OWN REMORSE, HELP ME TO DECIDE.
HEIGHT , 6' 1"
EYE COLOR , Blue
HAIR COLOR , Brown
PLAY-BY , Bradley Cooper
LIKES , alcohol, films, writing, oldies rock & roll, cemeteries.
DISLIKES , perfectionists, diet soda, crowds, fame, small towns, horror movies.
FEARS , death, heights, hospitals.
DREAMS , of making movies that leave the viewer breathless and in awe, writing a book.
SECRETS , sometimes sleeps with the actresses in his films.
HABITS/QUIRKS , runs his hands through his hair a lot and chews on his lower lip when he's nervous.
OVERALL PERSONALITY , arrogant, narcissistic, childish, friendly, funny, trustworthy, creative.
character history
HELP ME MAKE THE MOST OF FREEDOM AND OF PLEASURE. NOTHING
EVER LASTS FOREVER. EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD.
HELP ME MAKE THE MOST OF FREEDOM AND OF PLEASURE. NOTHING
EVER LASTS FOREVER. EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD.
MOTHER , Emily Adams(deceased)
FATHER , Jake Adams (deceased)
SIBLINGS , None
PETS , None
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES,
HOMETOWN , Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
OVERALL , Drake's life started out really well. His family was happy. He was doing great in school and was little by little achieving his dream. He even had a notebook filled with scripts he had written.
Then tragedy struck at age twelve, his mother was killed in a car crash. After that, his father turned to alcohol for comfort in the lonely nights. It rubbed off on Drake as well. He's an alcoholic who has a reputation of being a womanizer and getting into bar fights. However, there is one thing he refuses to talk about to anyone which has also left a mark on his reputation. Scandals have emerged of his mystery past, rumors as to what it could be and why he won't talk about it.
Only two years after his mother had died, on the anniversary of her death, in fact, he had been sleeping. A shot rang out and he rushed downstairs. His father had shot himself in the head. Drake just sat there beside his body till a neighbor called 911. It left him catatonic for three days. He came out completely different than he used to be. It was like he never had any parents to begin with.
He has a negative view on life and love because of this. He doesn't want to care about anyone else, paranoid that he will lose them far too soon. He doesn't want to experience the pain. He blames himself for his father's death as if he could have seen it coming. He refuses to talk about it though it still haunts his dreams.
At eighteen, he left for New York and never looked back. He has achieved most of what he wanted, a well known director. Every now and then he'll do an Alfred Hitchcock and have a brief appearance in one of his movies. He hopes to one day write a book.
As for acquaintances, to help ease the loneliness, he has a few brief lovers. Due to his trust issues, he doesn't have one person he can call a best friend. Most of his friends don't know him as well as they think do.
Now at twenty-eight, he's a decent guy who has a bit too many hangovers for his age. Overall, he's still a boy at heart.
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