Post by atticus on Aug 18, 2007 17:58:48 GMT -6
Full Name;;Atticus Liaze
Username;;atticus
Age;;17
Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, or Senior?;;Junior
Personality [at least three paragraphs];; Atticus seems to have retained some of his father's traits. He has a sensitivity that is touched to the core, he likes to read, but doesn't do so openly. He seems to be more his mother, though, in his very small mannerisms. He likes to keep busy, and absolutely hates boredom. This has caused him to adopt a hobby. When he was ten, Atticus held his first guitar, a friend's. He loved the way it felt in his hands and begged his family for one. His mother relented and bought him one. He then worked on perfecting his craft, and by the time he was sixteen, he was playing in local cafes. He was amazing, but never has any huge aspirations for a career. His guitar was a hobby, and he likes to play it in front of an audience, no matter how big or small.
He can tend to be a bit of a narcissist, and likes attention to be on him. He curbs this though, and can stand not being paid much attention to. He isn't shy, and won't hesitate to introduce himself. He can be a flirt, but has morals and isn't a "player". He is very respectful of women and girls and can get very attached, to the right young lady. He has this soft aura about him that can be very attracting to some people. He doesnt often like to be alone, but on some occasions he can say that he needs to be alone to either gather his thoughts or just to relax.
Appearance [at least two paragraphs];; Starting at his head, Atticus's hair is a jet black color. It is very soft almost like touching silk fabric. It isn't long, but it isnt too short. It reaches the bottom of his ears. The front is a little longer than the back, but not too much. His bangs [[which are the longest of any other part of his hair]] often falls over his face. His eyes are almond shaped, and are a deep emerald color. His skin is lightly tanned, and he stands about 5' 11''. He is thin, but has muscles in all the right places. His muscles don't bluge though, they are more subtle than that. They are a part of his body. He is in great shape.
In the way of clothing, Atticus likes to wear anything that is comfortable to him. He loves layers, often wearing shirts on top of each other. He likes to wear tighter pants, but not so tight you can see everything. Just tight enough to be confortable, and not fall down to his ankles. He doesnt usually like to wear accessories as in a necklace or rings or anything. Those things to him just seem overrated, and often at times a little too girly.
Picture of character;;
Who is your celeb?;; Randy Romance
History [at least two paragraphs];;History
His birth wasn't extraordinary. He was born to a regular wizarding family, or so he thought. For a long time he thought that his mother was a witch, and his father was a wizard because he had never been told any differently, but when he was about 11 he found out that his mother was a muggle. It wasn't really hard news to learn. It was just one of those things that when your parents lie to you for a long period of time it hurts, and you feel you'll never be able to trust them again.
He pressed for their life story and found out that they were born in different sides of the earth, his mother here in France, and his father in the united states. His maternal grandmother and grandfather weren't French, however, and moved there from America before his mother was born, so his mother never had a French accent. She could speak French though, fluently. His mother, Amalie Gradian, met his father when he was studying abroad. His father was a muggle of the worst kind. He was a very curious young man, and had a slightly nerdy streak. He was in college, and was sent to France to study. He hadn't planned on meeting anyone, but found first a friend and then a soul mate in the beautiful Amalie. They soon became inseparable, people often asking the stunningly gorgeous young woman what she was doing with such a bookworm, but she told Atticus once in confidence that his father was one of the most adorable beings on the planet. He was so sensitive and caring. It soon came that his father, Darren, couldn't leave Amalie, and he stayed in France, transferring to a University
Likes;; Music, Girls, being outside
Dislikes;; Insects, being confined to one place for a long period of time.
Sample RP;;
The sound was like a blast in his head. The young man with the cherry brown hair sat back in his armchair. He was thinking deeply while he stared out of the sun room, his brown eyes thoughtful. The sounds that engulfed him could be seen as some as annoying, even frightening. The storm that lit up the darkness outside was merely soothing to the boy. It helped him clear his head, and the sound of the rain on the roof was like a gentle melody. Nature had its own music, and he often employed this to aid him in improving his own. Running a tongue over his lips, he gripped the emerald hued guitar in his hands. he ran his hands down over the strings, listening to the "twang!", of the strings. The sound filled the room and then tapered into oblivion. He paused for a few seconds, seemingly absorbing the sound.
At length, he began strumming on the strings again, putting the notes together in a beautiful melody. He timed the music with the rain still pattering the roof in measured strokes and the thunder making itself known in the night sky. This was perfect, it was what he wanted. This moment couldn't be suspended in time, no matter how much he wanted it to be, but he would keep it for a small while, anyway, playing his guitar in time to the storm outside.
Username;;atticus
Age;;17
Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, or Senior?;;Junior
Personality [at least three paragraphs];; Atticus seems to have retained some of his father's traits. He has a sensitivity that is touched to the core, he likes to read, but doesn't do so openly. He seems to be more his mother, though, in his very small mannerisms. He likes to keep busy, and absolutely hates boredom. This has caused him to adopt a hobby. When he was ten, Atticus held his first guitar, a friend's. He loved the way it felt in his hands and begged his family for one. His mother relented and bought him one. He then worked on perfecting his craft, and by the time he was sixteen, he was playing in local cafes. He was amazing, but never has any huge aspirations for a career. His guitar was a hobby, and he likes to play it in front of an audience, no matter how big or small.
He can tend to be a bit of a narcissist, and likes attention to be on him. He curbs this though, and can stand not being paid much attention to. He isn't shy, and won't hesitate to introduce himself. He can be a flirt, but has morals and isn't a "player". He is very respectful of women and girls and can get very attached, to the right young lady. He has this soft aura about him that can be very attracting to some people. He doesnt often like to be alone, but on some occasions he can say that he needs to be alone to either gather his thoughts or just to relax.
Appearance [at least two paragraphs];; Starting at his head, Atticus's hair is a jet black color. It is very soft almost like touching silk fabric. It isn't long, but it isnt too short. It reaches the bottom of his ears. The front is a little longer than the back, but not too much. His bangs [[which are the longest of any other part of his hair]] often falls over his face. His eyes are almond shaped, and are a deep emerald color. His skin is lightly tanned, and he stands about 5' 11''. He is thin, but has muscles in all the right places. His muscles don't bluge though, they are more subtle than that. They are a part of his body. He is in great shape.
In the way of clothing, Atticus likes to wear anything that is comfortable to him. He loves layers, often wearing shirts on top of each other. He likes to wear tighter pants, but not so tight you can see everything. Just tight enough to be confortable, and not fall down to his ankles. He doesnt usually like to wear accessories as in a necklace or rings or anything. Those things to him just seem overrated, and often at times a little too girly.
Picture of character;;
Who is your celeb?;; Randy Romance
History [at least two paragraphs];;History
His birth wasn't extraordinary. He was born to a regular wizarding family, or so he thought. For a long time he thought that his mother was a witch, and his father was a wizard because he had never been told any differently, but when he was about 11 he found out that his mother was a muggle. It wasn't really hard news to learn. It was just one of those things that when your parents lie to you for a long period of time it hurts, and you feel you'll never be able to trust them again.
He pressed for their life story and found out that they were born in different sides of the earth, his mother here in France, and his father in the united states. His maternal grandmother and grandfather weren't French, however, and moved there from America before his mother was born, so his mother never had a French accent. She could speak French though, fluently. His mother, Amalie Gradian, met his father when he was studying abroad. His father was a muggle of the worst kind. He was a very curious young man, and had a slightly nerdy streak. He was in college, and was sent to France to study. He hadn't planned on meeting anyone, but found first a friend and then a soul mate in the beautiful Amalie. They soon became inseparable, people often asking the stunningly gorgeous young woman what she was doing with such a bookworm, but she told Atticus once in confidence that his father was one of the most adorable beings on the planet. He was so sensitive and caring. It soon came that his father, Darren, couldn't leave Amalie, and he stayed in France, transferring to a University
Likes;; Music, Girls, being outside
Dislikes;; Insects, being confined to one place for a long period of time.
Sample RP;;
The sound was like a blast in his head. The young man with the cherry brown hair sat back in his armchair. He was thinking deeply while he stared out of the sun room, his brown eyes thoughtful. The sounds that engulfed him could be seen as some as annoying, even frightening. The storm that lit up the darkness outside was merely soothing to the boy. It helped him clear his head, and the sound of the rain on the roof was like a gentle melody. Nature had its own music, and he often employed this to aid him in improving his own. Running a tongue over his lips, he gripped the emerald hued guitar in his hands. he ran his hands down over the strings, listening to the "twang!", of the strings. The sound filled the room and then tapered into oblivion. He paused for a few seconds, seemingly absorbing the sound.
At length, he began strumming on the strings again, putting the notes together in a beautiful melody. He timed the music with the rain still pattering the roof in measured strokes and the thunder making itself known in the night sky. This was perfect, it was what he wanted. This moment couldn't be suspended in time, no matter how much he wanted it to be, but he would keep it for a small while, anyway, playing his guitar in time to the storm outside.
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