Post by volvokillscaravan on Jan 6, 2011 15:13:49 GMT -5
sam jason owen
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 , Sam Jason Owen
NICKNAMES , his birth name was Samuel, but when he turned 18 he changed it to Sam. So call him Sam
AGE , twenty one
BIRTHDAY , March 15th
SEXUALITY , straight, but open to experimentation ;)
GRADE , n/a
OCCUPATION , professional photographer
MEMBER GROUP , townie
hello, my name is KAIA. i am SIXTEEN years young and i consider myself an BEGINNING- INTERMEDIATE roleplayer. i found this site through HERE. so, here's an example of my average post:
****. Mark Stafford wasn't so stupid that he was limited to one word phrases whirring around his head but for the past five minutes- from the moment he and his arse had made a rather uncomfortable meeting with the floor, to the minute he stumbled out of his bedroom- the curse was all that was on his mind. It wasn't often that he overslept; in fact, he could distinctly remember that this was only the third time in all of his 5 years at Wilson's High School. Exactly why he had overslept was oblivious to him. It wasn't as though he had tired himself out with football practice the night before, purely because not even he, the mildly psychotic football captain, would hold a practice before actual tryouts. He had done all his homework early the night before, because he was just that bored, so it definitely wasn't because we stayed up late studying. On the subject of school, Mark suddenly remembered that he had physical education first. Damn, one of his favourites.
"I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date", he muttered under his breath as he stumbled put of his bedroom, still buttoning up his crumpled, white shirt. As he briskly jogged down the stairs, Mark mused that he probably looked quite the sight, with his tangled mess of unbrushed curls, slightly stubbly chin and half dressed... well, everything! The laces of his Converse (proper shoes had been tossed to the side at approximately half way through Year 9) trailed precariously at his heels and, every so often, he would trip himself up ever so slightly as one got caught in the other. Fortunately, he managed to avoid disaster for long enough to reach the kitchen and grab an apple.
Taking a bite out of the fruit, he cantered into the living room to grab his bag, only to freeze, his eyes darting to the small body curled up on the small sofa. It seemed achingly familiar, despite the double take and the rapid blinking that was required for Mark to assure himself that this was not a dream. A deep frown settled on his forehead as he wrestled with his own thoughts. The conclusion he came to was the same as the one he had started off with, that- for some bizzare reason- his... 'arch enemy', if you will, Janine Fox, was sleeping on his sofa. His mind clear of all thoughts about school, he pondered over what do next. After some thinking, he decided to wake her up, primarily because he hated her guts. He crept over to her side, knelt next to her, and bent down to her ear. A fleeting grn on his face, he yelled into her ear, "FIRE, FIRE!".
"I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date", he muttered under his breath as he stumbled put of his bedroom, still buttoning up his crumpled, white shirt. As he briskly jogged down the stairs, Mark mused that he probably looked quite the sight, with his tangled mess of unbrushed curls, slightly stubbly chin and half dressed... well, everything! The laces of his Converse (proper shoes had been tossed to the side at approximately half way through Year 9) trailed precariously at his heels and, every so often, he would trip himself up ever so slightly as one got caught in the other. Fortunately, he managed to avoid disaster for long enough to reach the kitchen and grab an apple.
Taking a bite out of the fruit, he cantered into the living room to grab his bag, only to freeze, his eyes darting to the small body curled up on the small sofa. It seemed achingly familiar, despite the double take and the rapid blinking that was required for Mark to assure himself that this was not a dream. A deep frown settled on his forehead as he wrestled with his own thoughts. The conclusion he came to was the same as the one he had started off with, that- for some bizzare reason- his... 'arch enemy', if you will, Janine Fox, was sleeping on his sofa. His mind clear of all thoughts about school, he pondered over what do next. After some thinking, he decided to wake her up, primarily because he hated her guts. He crept over to her side, knelt next to her, and bent down to her ear. A fleeting grn on his face, he yelled into her ear, "FIRE, FIRE!".