Post by che on Jan 31, 2011 18:25:37 GMT -5
ezra reed kaiser
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 , ezra reed kaiser.
NICKNAMES , ezzie, kaiser cheif/
AGE , twenty-three.
BIRTHDAY , december twenty-one.
SEXUALITY , straight.
OCCUPATION , photo journalist.
MEMBER GROUP , townie.
hello, my name is chell. i am eighteen years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE/ADVANCED roleplayer. i found this site through advertisement. so, here's an example of my average post:
---Upon escaping his Grandmother’s house Chuck gave his dark denim jeans a swift jingle making sure he didn’t leave home without a full pocket of change. His wallet was useless for this outdoor adventure therefore he decided to ditch it on his bedside table. Technically it was also his grandmother’s bedside table but Chuck figured he was privileged enough to claim at least the furniture that adorned the bedroom his good ol’ granny was kind enough to let him dwell in. There wasn’t enough flowered wall paper in the world but more specifically in Chuck’s new man cave that could take away that exact title from any bedroom the grungy twenty-two year old was to bunk in. Thankful that his bedside table wasn’t also his grandmother’s bedside table (considering that would mean that the two would be sharing a bed) and since Chuck’s room consisted of merely a full size bed and not at all bunk beds. The idea of waking up to that reminder of his wrinkled future each morning in the same bed as him sent shivers down his spine. The wide open door might also have contributed to Chuck’s sudden case of chills.It then became apparent to the buff young man that not even his dense muscles would keep him warm on his morning walk.
---Instantly shutting the door and shooing away his shivers, Chuck wrapped himself in his own warm embrace. This was a position Chuck often held. His thick arms lay folded square across his broad chest. The veins were visible on his arms not because he was a heroin addict but because he worked them excessively. When you drank as much as he did, you had to stay in shape or else you’d gain an unsightly swollen belly. Considering that it was an unsunny Sunday, Chuck allowed himself a day off from working out and had his cell phone in his back pocket. The only reason he had to make sure his phone was always on his person was for work related reasons which annoyed the shit out of him because he often just felt like tossing the Blackberry Torch against a wall. He was a high-tech sort of dude but this new phone with all it’s useless applications confused the shit out of him at times. He hated having his greasy fingers fondle it’s screen constantly so it was a mystery as to why he had upgraded his phone package in the first place. His original Blackberry had suited him just fine but now he was stuck with this elite version of the old gadget he was always keyboarding and finger fucking. Texting was certainly the only exercise his fingers pursued these days leaving no enticing scent on his grimy hands giving Chuck absolutely nothing interesting to talk about with the business he was due to text in every other hour. Chuck worked for the local paper, snapping the front page and sometime the sports sections photographs as well. He constantly needed his phone in order to see where and what exactly the front page story of The Valkyrie would be. Knowing he had at least a few hours before he’d get called into do any flash photography, Chuck merely focused on warming his body rather than being distracted once again by his phone on this holy day.
---The only jacket of his that lined the coat tree was what Chuck has branded his most ‘bad ass’ jacket. It was an authentic leather coat that was lined with satin that fashioned a map of the globe. He was quite fond of this particular jacket so he figured today was just as good as any day to make an appearance in public looking like a bad ass. Now that he was absolutely ready for escaping the house, Chuck stuffed his hands in his coat’s pockets after locking up the humble home and making his way down the block. Taking in the fresh air and keeping a decent pace Chuck eventually found himself strolling as far as Valkyrie Park. Since he had already come this far he figured he may as well enter. It wasn’t often that Chuck found himself at this local attraction and wound up being drawn toward the center that held the most germs. As his sneakers stepped onto the plush ground that lined the play area, the grown man of twenty-two found himself sailing on the device that resembled a zip line of sorts. It was a newer type of play ground equipment that Chuck could not recall ever having the pleasure of encountering one in his youth.
---It was quite exhilarating gliding on that playground’s toys. A gleeful smile stained his face for once with out having to be intoxicated to bring on his grin. It was a Sunday miracle! Smirking as his feet touched down on the opposite side of the hang glider, Chuck took a step back and looked at all the lovely public toys children were free to play with daily. It seemed like such a nice opportunity the children of Valkyrie had yet Chuck saw few little ones actually engaging in the free fun it offered.
---Moving his contemplative self to the seat of a swing, Chuck gently rocked himself back and forth on the rubber bench. As his feet left the floor he spotted a scene that belonged in a scrapbook. A child and what he assumed was either the young boy's mother or possibly older sister sprawled out on that cliche checkered blanket set up for lunch on the lush lawn Valkyrie park had to offer. The scenario caused Chuck to vaguely smile. As hard as he tried he couldn't remember a single moment that was as angellic as the one before him with his mother. This thought allowed his smile to quickly fade leaving a feeling of emptiness consume his soul. It was this intial thought that caused Chuck to suddenly feel very vulnerable. He had always wanted his mother to look at him the way the bashful brunette eyed the child before her. Taking in a big lungful of that crisp Californian air the curly haired one flung himself from the swing set, landing on his knees and open palms. The pain was instant and an uncensored cry escaped his lips as he gritted his teeth. "GOD DAMMIT!"
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---Instantly shutting the door and shooing away his shivers, Chuck wrapped himself in his own warm embrace. This was a position Chuck often held. His thick arms lay folded square across his broad chest. The veins were visible on his arms not because he was a heroin addict but because he worked them excessively. When you drank as much as he did, you had to stay in shape or else you’d gain an unsightly swollen belly. Considering that it was an unsunny Sunday, Chuck allowed himself a day off from working out and had his cell phone in his back pocket. The only reason he had to make sure his phone was always on his person was for work related reasons which annoyed the shit out of him because he often just felt like tossing the Blackberry Torch against a wall. He was a high-tech sort of dude but this new phone with all it’s useless applications confused the shit out of him at times. He hated having his greasy fingers fondle it’s screen constantly so it was a mystery as to why he had upgraded his phone package in the first place. His original Blackberry had suited him just fine but now he was stuck with this elite version of the old gadget he was always keyboarding and finger fucking. Texting was certainly the only exercise his fingers pursued these days leaving no enticing scent on his grimy hands giving Chuck absolutely nothing interesting to talk about with the business he was due to text in every other hour. Chuck worked for the local paper, snapping the front page and sometime the sports sections photographs as well. He constantly needed his phone in order to see where and what exactly the front page story of The Valkyrie would be. Knowing he had at least a few hours before he’d get called into do any flash photography, Chuck merely focused on warming his body rather than being distracted once again by his phone on this holy day.
---The only jacket of his that lined the coat tree was what Chuck has branded his most ‘bad ass’ jacket. It was an authentic leather coat that was lined with satin that fashioned a map of the globe. He was quite fond of this particular jacket so he figured today was just as good as any day to make an appearance in public looking like a bad ass. Now that he was absolutely ready for escaping the house, Chuck stuffed his hands in his coat’s pockets after locking up the humble home and making his way down the block. Taking in the fresh air and keeping a decent pace Chuck eventually found himself strolling as far as Valkyrie Park. Since he had already come this far he figured he may as well enter. It wasn’t often that Chuck found himself at this local attraction and wound up being drawn toward the center that held the most germs. As his sneakers stepped onto the plush ground that lined the play area, the grown man of twenty-two found himself sailing on the device that resembled a zip line of sorts. It was a newer type of play ground equipment that Chuck could not recall ever having the pleasure of encountering one in his youth.
---It was quite exhilarating gliding on that playground’s toys. A gleeful smile stained his face for once with out having to be intoxicated to bring on his grin. It was a Sunday miracle! Smirking as his feet touched down on the opposite side of the hang glider, Chuck took a step back and looked at all the lovely public toys children were free to play with daily. It seemed like such a nice opportunity the children of Valkyrie had yet Chuck saw few little ones actually engaging in the free fun it offered.
---Moving his contemplative self to the seat of a swing, Chuck gently rocked himself back and forth on the rubber bench. As his feet left the floor he spotted a scene that belonged in a scrapbook. A child and what he assumed was either the young boy's mother or possibly older sister sprawled out on that cliche checkered blanket set up for lunch on the lush lawn Valkyrie park had to offer. The scenario caused Chuck to vaguely smile. As hard as he tried he couldn't remember a single moment that was as angellic as the one before him with his mother. This thought allowed his smile to quickly fade leaving a feeling of emptiness consume his soul. It was this intial thought that caused Chuck to suddenly feel very vulnerable. He had always wanted his mother to look at him the way the bashful brunette eyed the child before her. Taking in a big lungful of that crisp Californian air the curly haired one flung himself from the swing set, landing on his knees and open palms. The pain was instant and an uncensored cry escaped his lips as he gritted his teeth. "GOD DAMMIT!"
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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 , 5'7
EYE COLOR , rootbeer.
HAIR COLOR , dark chocolate.
PLAY-BY , joseph gordon-levitt.
LIKES , "I Like a lot of things.I’m really into nature and my photography though. Other things that I find myself enjoying frequently is reading, sleeping, day dreaming, mellow music, food - all kinds, any bar, good films, cats, and romance."
DISLIKES , "I try not to hate on much because well one) it’s a waste of energy and two) I’ve realized when I have announced I dislike -blank- I sometimes contradict myself.However I can say with confidence that I hate hangovers more than anything. I also dislike heavy metal, karaoke, nasal sprays, celebrities, cheap motels, neon colors, dogs(but not really), melted ice cream, and broken glass."
FEARS , "I don’t have too many fears these days. Maybe that’s cause I’m always drunk but I wouldn’t count on it. Ultimately I am not too keen on getting my heart broken. I’m so uninterested in getting rejected when I put my heart on the line and it’s the main reason as to why I rarely ever do."
DREAMS , at least one
SECRETS , "I might drink a little more than I should...It’s not something I ever really think about even when I’m doing it. Especially when I’m doing it really. It’s really been worrying my grandmother as of lately but I don’t see the problem with it really but others do but hey what doesn’t kill me can only make me stronger. Ha, I seriously just quoted Kanye West. Oh I also might masturbate a lot too cause let’s face it I get little action...Does Kanye have a quote for that? "
HABITS/QUIRKS , at least one
OVERALL PERSONALITY ,
- pest
- awkward
- creative genius
- childish
- slow poke
- nature boy
- confused.
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 , Lousie Kelly Kaiser, news anchor, thirty-nine, “She’s a narcissistic twat, who needs her.”
FATHER , Alfred Michael Hammond, walking out on my mother, thirty-nine, “fuck him.”
SIBLINGS , only child.
PETS , Three cats.
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES, Grandmother Kaiser.
HOMETOWN , Seattle, Wahsington
OVERALL , "Growing up in a house with just my mom had it’s ups and downs. I complained a lot about the situation and still seem to. I mean here I am declaring how shitty it ultimately was. However, she’s my momma so I gotta so how her some respect. Asa boy I didn’t do that at all. I walked all over the bitch but she let me. Until she put me on Ritalin which drained a lot of my hyperactivity and creativity which was a huge bummer. I became depressed at age eleven and eventually stopped taking the drugs my mom was feeding me entirely. I started selling them to my peers actually considering if you’re not hyperactive the pill will do the opposite for you and some children at middle school like the rush it gave them so it was a way to make some cash.
At age thirteen is when I first sipped alcohol. I instantly liked the taste of that beer and well since then I haven’t really been able to resist the stuff. It wasn’t until high school, sophomore year more specifically that I began coming to school wasted. I often passed out on the grass lawn and ended up getting suspended more than once that year because of these ‘antics’. Eventually I was expelled and let’s just say I dropped out of school entirely. I fell really deep into drinking all by my lonesome that year and it wasn’t until the next one that I began to vaguely get my act together and began drinking a little less. I studied my ass off to get my GED and well that was the end of that fiasco I brought upon myself.
Now my life’s mostly just depressing. Fucking still, I should say. Which is the main reason that I often avoid talking about it. Though I do dislike my mother, I guess I owe her for my current gig. Why I dislike my mother is because she doesn’t care about anyone but herself and her son is definitely the last person on her mind. She claims to not understand why I drink so much and it’s mainly because I can’t deal with all of her bullshit. Geeze, now I’m rambling about my drinking habits when we all know you don’t want to hear about those... My current living situation is no longer with my mother and I couldn’t be more pleased to get away from that cunt. Look, I call my mom such harsh words on account of our past so don’t be the least bit shocked when I tell you that my mother has left me in a puddle of my own puke before on our doorstep without lending a hand for her baby boy at all. Now you might be wondering why and how I’ve become a Californian and that’s due to the fact that my mom one) got me a job here at the freakin’ local paper (yeah, so she’s done me right a few times but I still can’t stand the self-obsessed bitch) & two) I’ve been sent to help my beloved grandmother get things done. She needs help with the little things and instead of sending her to a home which no one in my family agrees is a good option, so here I am living with her now and my good old kitty cat Thomas tagged along the drive down from Seattle this past winter break and I’m here now getting work done and drinking a little less because although grandma has a bit of dementia she can still tell when I’m shit-faced so I’ve had to tone it down cause the little old lady ‘worries’"