Post by steele on Jan 3, 2011 15:51:23 GMT -5
steele alexander buganski
character basics
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 , steele alexander buganski
NICKNAMES , none, steele is unique enough
AGE , nineteen
BIRTHDAY , feb fourteenth
SEXUALITY , gay
GRADE , n/a
OCCUPATION , waiter
MEMBER GROUP , townie
hello, my name is KRISTINE. i am EIGHTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) ADVANCED roleplayer. i found this site through JUNO. so, here's an example of my average post:
After a long day of sitting around, doing nothing, Steele was in need of a fix. All day long he sat on the couch, watching television and snarfing down cereal. Steele had wasted a beautiful Friday afternoon, and he needed something to make up for it. It wasn't like Steele didn't like sitting around all day, sometimes they were the best kinds of days, but once he was over it, he was always in a rush to do something fun. The first thing that popped into his head was heading to the club for a few drinks and drunken dancing. If he was lucky, possibly some company tonight, but Steele wasn't going to try to control his night. He would leave that task to the alcohol. Only a few months ago Steele turned twenty one, and already he drank more than most people did in their lifetime. Steele knew his limits though. They consisted somewhere between buzzed and one night stands.
To Steele, one night stands were just a common thing. Every guy needs a fix once and awhile, and although most guy settle for a girl, Steele is not willing to judge. He had to admit he was a bit more attracted to men than women, only because men were also in it for their quick fix. Girls wanted to sit there and cuddle with you and in the morning they want some kind of relationship or they get all upset if you don't remember that name. As for guys, they usually were out the door by the time Steele got up. That's what one night stands were supposed to be about. Two complete strangers meet up, either under the influence of alcohol, but sometimes not, do their thing, and then forget about each other the very next day.
Twenty minutes later from his decision to get drunk, he arrived at the bar wearing his brand new v-neck shirt and tight jeans that you can see every feature of his lower body. Steele was not ashamed to wear these pants, especially since guys were all a bit bi-curious after a couple of drinks. In a way, Steele thought he was some kind of god, that he was able to relieve people of their problems for one night, and in the morning do them a favor and leave. Girls usually needed this just as much as guys did, although if Steele were to pick up a girl, he had a checklist to determine if she was going to want to stick around afterwards. Every once in awhile new friendships sprouted from a one night stand between Steele and a few other people. This was able to happen because there was a mutual understanding of the term used so loosely now a days.
Steele took a seat down at the bar and ordered a shot of tequila. What better drink to start off the night. He glanced around the bar, half hoping to catch the eye of another person's. After he completely scanned everyone in the place, he began to grow a bit agitated. It was a Friday night for goodness sakes, where were all the good looking people? The night was still young, Steele had remind himself. He turned back around in the chair and watched the bartender cater to the already plastered people across the bar. He leaned back, and took a shot of the tequila, slamming the tiny shot glass back down on the table. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the alcohol going down his throat.
A couple more shots of tequila and already Steele could start feeling the effects of the alcohol. He could feel his head grow light and the rest of his body numb to everything. The feeling had never felt this good before. Steele couldn't even recall the last time he had alcohol, but it couldn't have been more than a week ago. A week was a long time according to Steele. That was practically a month to him. The days soared by so slowly in the course of a week in Steele's life. Nothing exciting happened in a really long time, but hopefully tonight would change that. Steele knew walking into this bar and the chances of him getting lucky tonight was slim, since no one in their right mind would show up to a bar alone, except the desperate ones. Was Steele desperate? Steele did not like to think of himself that way, but he also knew that desperate people sit at the bar, taking shot after shot, just waiting for someone to strike interest. Normally Steele did not stoop this low, but there was always a first for everything.
To Steele, one night stands were just a common thing. Every guy needs a fix once and awhile, and although most guy settle for a girl, Steele is not willing to judge. He had to admit he was a bit more attracted to men than women, only because men were also in it for their quick fix. Girls wanted to sit there and cuddle with you and in the morning they want some kind of relationship or they get all upset if you don't remember that name. As for guys, they usually were out the door by the time Steele got up. That's what one night stands were supposed to be about. Two complete strangers meet up, either under the influence of alcohol, but sometimes not, do their thing, and then forget about each other the very next day.
Twenty minutes later from his decision to get drunk, he arrived at the bar wearing his brand new v-neck shirt and tight jeans that you can see every feature of his lower body. Steele was not ashamed to wear these pants, especially since guys were all a bit bi-curious after a couple of drinks. In a way, Steele thought he was some kind of god, that he was able to relieve people of their problems for one night, and in the morning do them a favor and leave. Girls usually needed this just as much as guys did, although if Steele were to pick up a girl, he had a checklist to determine if she was going to want to stick around afterwards. Every once in awhile new friendships sprouted from a one night stand between Steele and a few other people. This was able to happen because there was a mutual understanding of the term used so loosely now a days.
Steele took a seat down at the bar and ordered a shot of tequila. What better drink to start off the night. He glanced around the bar, half hoping to catch the eye of another person's. After he completely scanned everyone in the place, he began to grow a bit agitated. It was a Friday night for goodness sakes, where were all the good looking people? The night was still young, Steele had remind himself. He turned back around in the chair and watched the bartender cater to the already plastered people across the bar. He leaned back, and took a shot of the tequila, slamming the tiny shot glass back down on the table. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the alcohol going down his throat.
A couple more shots of tequila and already Steele could start feeling the effects of the alcohol. He could feel his head grow light and the rest of his body numb to everything. The feeling had never felt this good before. Steele couldn't even recall the last time he had alcohol, but it couldn't have been more than a week ago. A week was a long time according to Steele. That was practically a month to him. The days soared by so slowly in the course of a week in Steele's life. Nothing exciting happened in a really long time, but hopefully tonight would change that. Steele knew walking into this bar and the chances of him getting lucky tonight was slim, since no one in their right mind would show up to a bar alone, except the desperate ones. Was Steele desperate? Steele did not like to think of himself that way, but he also knew that desperate people sit at the bar, taking shot after shot, just waiting for someone to strike interest. Normally Steele did not stoop this low, but there was always a first for everything.