Post by Cameron Vought on Nov 19, 2006 17:09:36 GMT -5
About You//
Name: Courtney
Age: 14, almost 15.
Gender: Female.
How many hours do you spend online daily? Plenty.
Your Character//
Name: Cameron Vought.
Age: nineteen.
Gender: male.
Race: white.
Look-a-Like: Kevin Zegers
Personality:
The trickster and player. Those two words brought attention upon the young adult, describing him indefinitely. He has had the reputation for as long as he can remember. Middle school perhaps? It never got old to Cameron though, working his ‘magic’ with the ladies and pulling off classic pranks. There was no real reason for his ways, but I guess one could say that if his mother were still around he would be the sweet little pretty boy. Sure, he had the pretty boy part down, being called a ‘prep’ and what not, but Cameron was far from sweet. In the past, his few girlfriends, three to be exact, might have called him sweet. That is until he totally blew it by cheating on them. Cameron was more of the hook-up type if anything.
Known as the prankster for much of his years, Cameron has a good experience with getting into trouble. He has been arrested twice and it has gone beyond that. There was no telling if he would every buckle down. I guess inside it’s what he wants, but ask any of his friends, they can’t see him doing it. But it was just like Cameron to surprise someone, so maybe this year would be different, maybe he would find the right someone who could...change him perhaps?
Flaws
Just like everyone else, Cameron has a set of flaws for himself. To start off, I’d say that he absolutely cannot stand people who try to out do him. He hates it when people basically stand up and try to steal his reputation. It makes him sick to see all the wannabe’s out there and people who are fake and try too hard. He believes people should just be themselves and there should be no such thing as trying to impress someone by going out of your shell.
Now, most guys would tell you that they don’t like girls who just hand themselves over to you, but for Cameron, it is another story. If the girl is happy and he is happy, he has no problem with it. But when the girl wants to put herself into danger and he is present, it gets changed all around. He is scarred as hell to see someone die, especially a woman. Cameron has not lost anyone since is mother and he hopes he doesn’t have to experience it again for a good long time. Death is something Cameron doesn’t want to face. Unlike his sister, he is afraid to die.
Appearance:
Those dark and suspicious eyes that over look crowds will catch your attention rather quickly, drawing you into the body’s full figure and frame. With the good height of six foot, Cameron stands tall, almost giving him that shaded look. Tall, dark, and handsome is the phrase he has been referred to the most. Though Cameron doesn’t specifically like receiving compliments, or comments for that matter, he keeps them within his head—something to turn to if he needed the support. Built like his father, Cameron, or Cam, has the athletic type body. The stubble upon his face makes him look mature and more like a man, though, at heart, he is all but that.
Being the preppy pretty boy he is, you would think Cam has actually ‘been’ with a lot of girls. The truth is that he would rather go for a hook-up than to actually be someone’s boyfriend. His shagged dark brown hair adds to all of his beauty. Let’s refer his personality to a cake and his looks are just icing to top it.
Background:
To start off, explaining the death of Kerstin’s mother, Sharon, would suit. It had been the night of her mother’s return from Florida. She had gone down to Florida, the state in which the Vought family had lived before moving to New York when Cameron was seven, to visit her mother. After her flight had landed, her family sat at home, anxiously awaiting her arrival. The hours passed and Sharon had yet to arrive. Cameron and his sister Kerstin had finally drifted to sleep and Mark, their father had been the last to await his wife’s return. A late-night phone call had been received, explaining that there had been a wreck on the highway involving Sharon and her taxi cab driver. Cameron’s father had hung up the phone after an hour of silent tears falling from his now red eyes. Leaving both of the children devastated and worried, he told them to go up to their rooms and he’d been there in a minute to tuck them in.
After the news had been delivered to the children, there had seemed to be a dark gray cloud hovering above their lives, finding it almost unbearable to walk by the family photos that hung on the living room walls or to even touch Sharon’s clothes as they were given away. Though Kerstin and Cameron had only been young children, they knew what death was and knew that their loving mother would never be returning to them.
Cameron has accepted the terrible loss, but it seems to be harder for his sister to let go. He therefore tried his best to help her, lending her his heart whenever she needs him most. Most people don’t believe how nice he is to his sister, given his reputation and all, but Cameron feels for his sister and tells others that if they have ever been through what he has, they know what it’s like.
Sample of Role Playing:
As far as she knew, life was never going to be the same. With her parents now gone from her life, Kristin would only seize hell each waking morning. With no one who /really/ loved her by her side, her days would seemingly be number, if she couldn’t handle it that is. It had been only a week ago that both of her parents were killed in a car accident. With only her brother in her life, Kristin was unsure of the outcome of this situation. Her life just went down the tubes. Her want to go to college was now only a mere dream. At the age of 19, the young, brunette teen had many wants on her mind, all of which could now never be fulfilled.
And now, what was she doing with her life? Sitting at the bar of a hip dance club down the street from her house. Pitiful. Dressed in a black dress that stopped at about mid-thigh with matching black heels, Kristin’s hair was down, the light wave of her dark brown hair was noticeable, giving it a little extra ‘ump.’ Yeah, she was gorgeous usually, but today, oh today...she seemed dead. A corpse risen from its very grave, the sheer excitement within her facially _expression made even the bartender, who was at the moment setting a second vodka shot in front of the nineteen year old, wander slightly about the female. Though he went about his job, occasionally glances towards her were made.
While Kristin sat at the almost vacant bar, seeing as how the dance floor was swarmed with the night timers, her brother was among the fellow sweaters within the club. The two had come together. Being the only people who really mattered in each of their lives, the two decided that they would stick together and help one another come over the tragic incident of their parents. But it seemed Ryan, Kristin’s twenty-year-old brother, was already over it, seeing how he was enjoying his night to the fullest. Dressed in the casual attire, a pair of plain black slacks and a button-up shirt, this one a light pink and white-striped collard one, Ryan was probably off dancing with some stranger he had just met, leaving his sister to sulk on a stool with her drinks. This was typical Ryan though, the player, the daredevil, the ultimate big brother. Total package.
A heavy sigh was expelled from Kristin’s small, parted lips as she finished her second shot and set the glass atop the counter. She gave an uneasy look towards the bartender. Her eyes seemed to scream, ‘make this drink count, I /need/ to feel better’. The same bartender gave her a quick nod, getting yet another glass of vodka and setting it before her. Kristin’s hand wrapped around the glass, she tightened her grip around its outer containment, but did not move it towards her mouth. She simply only grasped it tighter and tighter before letting go altogether and setting her palm face down on the counter. Her free hand now cradled her head. The sweat fro her palm made its way onto her chin, making her whole body feel hot. Maybe she needed to take a breather. Yeah, that was it, but Kristin couldn’t seem to move. Most likely she was just too lazy to do so, but she still stayed seated, her body lose with relaxation and her eyes closing slowly, drifting off into a light sleep. Or as she would say, ‘a resting of her eyes.’
[/center]Name: Courtney
Age: 14, almost 15.
Gender: Female.
How many hours do you spend online daily? Plenty.
Your Character//
Name: Cameron Vought.
Age: nineteen.
Gender: male.
Race: white.
Look-a-Like: Kevin Zegers
Personality:
The trickster and player. Those two words brought attention upon the young adult, describing him indefinitely. He has had the reputation for as long as he can remember. Middle school perhaps? It never got old to Cameron though, working his ‘magic’ with the ladies and pulling off classic pranks. There was no real reason for his ways, but I guess one could say that if his mother were still around he would be the sweet little pretty boy. Sure, he had the pretty boy part down, being called a ‘prep’ and what not, but Cameron was far from sweet. In the past, his few girlfriends, three to be exact, might have called him sweet. That is until he totally blew it by cheating on them. Cameron was more of the hook-up type if anything.
Known as the prankster for much of his years, Cameron has a good experience with getting into trouble. He has been arrested twice and it has gone beyond that. There was no telling if he would every buckle down. I guess inside it’s what he wants, but ask any of his friends, they can’t see him doing it. But it was just like Cameron to surprise someone, so maybe this year would be different, maybe he would find the right someone who could...change him perhaps?
Flaws
Just like everyone else, Cameron has a set of flaws for himself. To start off, I’d say that he absolutely cannot stand people who try to out do him. He hates it when people basically stand up and try to steal his reputation. It makes him sick to see all the wannabe’s out there and people who are fake and try too hard. He believes people should just be themselves and there should be no such thing as trying to impress someone by going out of your shell.
Now, most guys would tell you that they don’t like girls who just hand themselves over to you, but for Cameron, it is another story. If the girl is happy and he is happy, he has no problem with it. But when the girl wants to put herself into danger and he is present, it gets changed all around. He is scarred as hell to see someone die, especially a woman. Cameron has not lost anyone since is mother and he hopes he doesn’t have to experience it again for a good long time. Death is something Cameron doesn’t want to face. Unlike his sister, he is afraid to die.
Appearance:
Those dark and suspicious eyes that over look crowds will catch your attention rather quickly, drawing you into the body’s full figure and frame. With the good height of six foot, Cameron stands tall, almost giving him that shaded look. Tall, dark, and handsome is the phrase he has been referred to the most. Though Cameron doesn’t specifically like receiving compliments, or comments for that matter, he keeps them within his head—something to turn to if he needed the support. Built like his father, Cameron, or Cam, has the athletic type body. The stubble upon his face makes him look mature and more like a man, though, at heart, he is all but that.
Being the preppy pretty boy he is, you would think Cam has actually ‘been’ with a lot of girls. The truth is that he would rather go for a hook-up than to actually be someone’s boyfriend. His shagged dark brown hair adds to all of his beauty. Let’s refer his personality to a cake and his looks are just icing to top it.
Background:
To start off, explaining the death of Kerstin’s mother, Sharon, would suit. It had been the night of her mother’s return from Florida. She had gone down to Florida, the state in which the Vought family had lived before moving to New York when Cameron was seven, to visit her mother. After her flight had landed, her family sat at home, anxiously awaiting her arrival. The hours passed and Sharon had yet to arrive. Cameron and his sister Kerstin had finally drifted to sleep and Mark, their father had been the last to await his wife’s return. A late-night phone call had been received, explaining that there had been a wreck on the highway involving Sharon and her taxi cab driver. Cameron’s father had hung up the phone after an hour of silent tears falling from his now red eyes. Leaving both of the children devastated and worried, he told them to go up to their rooms and he’d been there in a minute to tuck them in.
After the news had been delivered to the children, there had seemed to be a dark gray cloud hovering above their lives, finding it almost unbearable to walk by the family photos that hung on the living room walls or to even touch Sharon’s clothes as they were given away. Though Kerstin and Cameron had only been young children, they knew what death was and knew that their loving mother would never be returning to them.
Cameron has accepted the terrible loss, but it seems to be harder for his sister to let go. He therefore tried his best to help her, lending her his heart whenever she needs him most. Most people don’t believe how nice he is to his sister, given his reputation and all, but Cameron feels for his sister and tells others that if they have ever been through what he has, they know what it’s like.
Sample of Role Playing:
As far as she knew, life was never going to be the same. With her parents now gone from her life, Kristin would only seize hell each waking morning. With no one who /really/ loved her by her side, her days would seemingly be number, if she couldn’t handle it that is. It had been only a week ago that both of her parents were killed in a car accident. With only her brother in her life, Kristin was unsure of the outcome of this situation. Her life just went down the tubes. Her want to go to college was now only a mere dream. At the age of 19, the young, brunette teen had many wants on her mind, all of which could now never be fulfilled.
And now, what was she doing with her life? Sitting at the bar of a hip dance club down the street from her house. Pitiful. Dressed in a black dress that stopped at about mid-thigh with matching black heels, Kristin’s hair was down, the light wave of her dark brown hair was noticeable, giving it a little extra ‘ump.’ Yeah, she was gorgeous usually, but today, oh today...she seemed dead. A corpse risen from its very grave, the sheer excitement within her facially _expression made even the bartender, who was at the moment setting a second vodka shot in front of the nineteen year old, wander slightly about the female. Though he went about his job, occasionally glances towards her were made.
While Kristin sat at the almost vacant bar, seeing as how the dance floor was swarmed with the night timers, her brother was among the fellow sweaters within the club. The two had come together. Being the only people who really mattered in each of their lives, the two decided that they would stick together and help one another come over the tragic incident of their parents. But it seemed Ryan, Kristin’s twenty-year-old brother, was already over it, seeing how he was enjoying his night to the fullest. Dressed in the casual attire, a pair of plain black slacks and a button-up shirt, this one a light pink and white-striped collard one, Ryan was probably off dancing with some stranger he had just met, leaving his sister to sulk on a stool with her drinks. This was typical Ryan though, the player, the daredevil, the ultimate big brother. Total package.
A heavy sigh was expelled from Kristin’s small, parted lips as she finished her second shot and set the glass atop the counter. She gave an uneasy look towards the bartender. Her eyes seemed to scream, ‘make this drink count, I /need/ to feel better’. The same bartender gave her a quick nod, getting yet another glass of vodka and setting it before her. Kristin’s hand wrapped around the glass, she tightened her grip around its outer containment, but did not move it towards her mouth. She simply only grasped it tighter and tighter before letting go altogether and setting her palm face down on the counter. Her free hand now cradled her head. The sweat fro her palm made its way onto her chin, making her whole body feel hot. Maybe she needed to take a breather. Yeah, that was it, but Kristin couldn’t seem to move. Most likely she was just too lazy to do so, but she still stayed seated, her body lose with relaxation and her eyes closing slowly, drifting off into a light sleep. Or as she would say, ‘a resting of her eyes.’
