Post by Ant & Ash Conan on Dec 10, 2006 19:45:55 GMT -5
About You//
Name:Landen. Duuuh.
Age:16
Gender:Male
How many hours do you spend online daily? I dunno. A lot on week ends some on weekdays.
Your Character//
Name: Thomas Ashton Bauer
Age:20
Gender:Female. JK Male, male for suree.
Race:White.
Look-a-Like:Tom Falcone
Personality: He acts, gay, you know that, always happy kind of way. Nothing can get him down? Yeah, thats him, but he can play the tough guy... At some points hardly ever. He isn't shy at all the opposite of his cousin Antony and is nearly always loud, okay not nearly always loud, always loud. He always has something to say, kind or not. He speaks the truth so if it comes from him, you can bet its gonna be what he thinks is true. Truly, the only times when is quite is when he is asleep or eating just because he has good manners he makes a habit not to talk with his mouth open and, well when he is asleep he is dreaming. He is hyper, but not because of a disorder, no he was just naturally hyper Though if you didn't know him you would say it was a disorder, but to those who did know him, they just knew he was high off life. If you knew the boy well enough, you would know there is hardly ever not a smile on his face even if it was just a small one barely noticeable.
It was there all the same. He was usually seen smiling, that was true, about one thing or another, even if he was insulted he would smile with the satisfaction of knowing he was perfectly fine with himself and he knew he wasn't what that person had said about him or his family members. But that didn't mean he wouldn't fight, oh yes, the boy loved to fight when Anthony got involved. The two made a formidable force, one always avoiding and one always hitting. A distraction attack kind of thing going on between the two. The only thing else about him was that he liked to talk, mostly because he didn't like the silence, it truthfully, scared him. I mean, wouldn't it anyone? So many thoughts not being said? So many truths not being spoken? Hardly ever did he leave something unsaid, most people just thought he didn't know when to shut up. But, well then, who really knows this boy? No one, except Antony.
Appearance:He has a round shaped face with a sort of rounded flat chin, which is also covered in his five o'clock shadow nearly all the time. His hair was long brownish blond hair long in the front, short in the back. 'Emo' cut some would say. His hair goes down a little past his chin in the front and is always swept of to the side hiding his left eye from the world. Who knew why Ashton sure didn't. While in the back its cut short so it sort of spikes out. At the bottom it flares out backwards and up a bit, only though, when its wet and not brushed, once it was brushed it was perfectly spiked, not to much, but not to less. His eyes are almost always hidden by his hair, but when they aren't you can see clearly they are a deep rich brown color. Though, he always wished his eyes weren't so deep brown because truthfully, he wanted green eyes, or a blue and a green eye, not those rich dark brown eyes that had the green flecks in them. That wasn't enough to suit his need to be an individual. He wanted to differ from everyone, almost always.
The only piercing she had were three. Three and only three. One in his lip on the right side of his bottom one. Another is his nose the left side of it was pierced with a little diamond stud. And the last was on his ear. The right ear, that is. As far as tattoos went, he had none. He wasn't into the coloring of his skin. He could just get some face paint if he wanted to do that. But his take on it was that his skin was fine the way it was, sort of tan but not to much. It came from the years of living and working on a farm with his cousin and Aunt. Other than that there was nothing special about the boy he isn't very tall about 5' 7. He didn't care, and he didn't weigh much at all though he wasn't quite sure exactly what his weight was. He couldn't even began to guess. He just knew he was about the same size as Antony was. The same size and height. It was odd that they were both the same everything.
Flaws: Ashton for one, knew he wasn't perfect. He could count the flaws of his person and feel bad, for a moment then set about to get them straighted out. One of his flaws was just getting annoying oh so fast from his careless nature of talking about anything rather or not you wanted to hear it, sometimes it would come out offensive without his meaning it. He also got in fights a lot, because well. Because His sarcasm was cruel, but only to people he didn't know very well, or didn't like at all, you wouldn't see him being mean to his cousin, or a friend. But that would go unsaid, because the boy needed friends like a human needs food. Without friends he would be extremely reckless. Which brings me to his major flaw. He was reckless when he was alone.
He would do almost anything to get the attention he thrives on. Yes the boy was much like an attention whore. He needed attention to live. So thats why he loved hanging with Anthony, because Anthony paid attention to him. An example of how reckless he gets when he needs attention is this, when he lived, back with Anthony on the farm he used to climb up onto the four wheeler starting it up then taking it out over the land that the farm owned. Then, when he felt the time perfect he would cut the engine when it was going just the right speed and jump off. He had broken his arm and leg once from this, two different times. And know what? He enjoyed every moment of it.
Background:He didn't know his mother or father very well at all. He was raised by his grand parents because, well he was an orphan in a sense, he got to see his mother and father over the years, not much, and only when supervised, they gave him up because they just didn't want a child. They didn't want the responsibility to have to care for a little boy. They would rather get high off something or get drunk then pay attention to a child. For this he dislikes them. If they didn't want a child, then why let him be born? That was his thought on the matter. Even though he lived with his grandparents and was raised by them he spent as much time next door at his Ant and Cousin's house because, well, his Cousin was his best friend and he needed the boy like a person needs water.
So they were best friends nothing cloud separate them, living with him in the past when his grandparents died, he was thirteen at the time of that. Once on the farm he grew into a boy that had to be around people. Every time he was left by himself, he would just grow reckless and began to do dangerous stunts to have a few laughs. The boy wasn't crazy, no. Far from it, he just... Got lonely easily. And when he got lonely, bad things happened. But it wasn't as bad now. Because now he had ways to entertain himself, but it still occurred. Other than that, his child hood was pretty normal. Growing up with everything he could need and with a best friend that never abandoned him. Good, right?
Sample of Role Playing ((Any Genre)): Ashton looked at Antony who was beside him on another horse just like him. They were both black stallions, young ones, just for the two boys. Ashton ran a hand through his short blond hair then took the reins in both hands and snapped them. His stallion shot out across the field followed close behind by Anthony. 'This will be good.'He thought to himself as he raced his best friend and cousin. They were headed into town, and since each was far to young to drive they took their horses, newly given to them for their birthdays. Ashton was merely fourteen, while his cousin was fifteen. "What are we getting today?"Ashton asked slowing down his horse to a trot so he could talk with Anthony who had slowed down already. "Well, I dunno. I figured we could get something to eat for lunch, then whatever Old Joe needed."Anthony said nodding to the piece of paper jetting out of Ashton's khaki pants. "Oh."Ashton said pulling at his orange shirt. Anthony was dressed similarly to Ashton, only except for the orange shirt, his was in a light blue one. "Yeah."Anthony said a small smile playing at his lips as he saw the dopey grin on his cousin's.
Name:Landen. Duuuh.
Age:16
Gender:Male
How many hours do you spend online daily? I dunno. A lot on week ends some on weekdays.
Your Character//
Name: Thomas Ashton Bauer
Age:20
Gender:Female. JK Male, male for suree.
Race:White.
Look-a-Like:Tom Falcone
Personality: He acts, gay, you know that, always happy kind of way. Nothing can get him down? Yeah, thats him, but he can play the tough guy... At some points hardly ever. He isn't shy at all the opposite of his cousin Antony and is nearly always loud, okay not nearly always loud, always loud. He always has something to say, kind or not. He speaks the truth so if it comes from him, you can bet its gonna be what he thinks is true. Truly, the only times when is quite is when he is asleep or eating just because he has good manners he makes a habit not to talk with his mouth open and, well when he is asleep he is dreaming. He is hyper, but not because of a disorder, no he was just naturally hyper Though if you didn't know him you would say it was a disorder, but to those who did know him, they just knew he was high off life. If you knew the boy well enough, you would know there is hardly ever not a smile on his face even if it was just a small one barely noticeable.
It was there all the same. He was usually seen smiling, that was true, about one thing or another, even if he was insulted he would smile with the satisfaction of knowing he was perfectly fine with himself and he knew he wasn't what that person had said about him or his family members. But that didn't mean he wouldn't fight, oh yes, the boy loved to fight when Anthony got involved. The two made a formidable force, one always avoiding and one always hitting. A distraction attack kind of thing going on between the two. The only thing else about him was that he liked to talk, mostly because he didn't like the silence, it truthfully, scared him. I mean, wouldn't it anyone? So many thoughts not being said? So many truths not being spoken? Hardly ever did he leave something unsaid, most people just thought he didn't know when to shut up. But, well then, who really knows this boy? No one, except Antony.
Appearance:He has a round shaped face with a sort of rounded flat chin, which is also covered in his five o'clock shadow nearly all the time. His hair was long brownish blond hair long in the front, short in the back. 'Emo' cut some would say. His hair goes down a little past his chin in the front and is always swept of to the side hiding his left eye from the world. Who knew why Ashton sure didn't. While in the back its cut short so it sort of spikes out. At the bottom it flares out backwards and up a bit, only though, when its wet and not brushed, once it was brushed it was perfectly spiked, not to much, but not to less. His eyes are almost always hidden by his hair, but when they aren't you can see clearly they are a deep rich brown color. Though, he always wished his eyes weren't so deep brown because truthfully, he wanted green eyes, or a blue and a green eye, not those rich dark brown eyes that had the green flecks in them. That wasn't enough to suit his need to be an individual. He wanted to differ from everyone, almost always.
The only piercing she had were three. Three and only three. One in his lip on the right side of his bottom one. Another is his nose the left side of it was pierced with a little diamond stud. And the last was on his ear. The right ear, that is. As far as tattoos went, he had none. He wasn't into the coloring of his skin. He could just get some face paint if he wanted to do that. But his take on it was that his skin was fine the way it was, sort of tan but not to much. It came from the years of living and working on a farm with his cousin and Aunt. Other than that there was nothing special about the boy he isn't very tall about 5' 7. He didn't care, and he didn't weigh much at all though he wasn't quite sure exactly what his weight was. He couldn't even began to guess. He just knew he was about the same size as Antony was. The same size and height. It was odd that they were both the same everything.
Flaws: Ashton for one, knew he wasn't perfect. He could count the flaws of his person and feel bad, for a moment then set about to get them straighted out. One of his flaws was just getting annoying oh so fast from his careless nature of talking about anything rather or not you wanted to hear it, sometimes it would come out offensive without his meaning it. He also got in fights a lot, because well. Because His sarcasm was cruel, but only to people he didn't know very well, or didn't like at all, you wouldn't see him being mean to his cousin, or a friend. But that would go unsaid, because the boy needed friends like a human needs food. Without friends he would be extremely reckless. Which brings me to his major flaw. He was reckless when he was alone.
He would do almost anything to get the attention he thrives on. Yes the boy was much like an attention whore. He needed attention to live. So thats why he loved hanging with Anthony, because Anthony paid attention to him. An example of how reckless he gets when he needs attention is this, when he lived, back with Anthony on the farm he used to climb up onto the four wheeler starting it up then taking it out over the land that the farm owned. Then, when he felt the time perfect he would cut the engine when it was going just the right speed and jump off. He had broken his arm and leg once from this, two different times. And know what? He enjoyed every moment of it.
Background:He didn't know his mother or father very well at all. He was raised by his grand parents because, well he was an orphan in a sense, he got to see his mother and father over the years, not much, and only when supervised, they gave him up because they just didn't want a child. They didn't want the responsibility to have to care for a little boy. They would rather get high off something or get drunk then pay attention to a child. For this he dislikes them. If they didn't want a child, then why let him be born? That was his thought on the matter. Even though he lived with his grandparents and was raised by them he spent as much time next door at his Ant and Cousin's house because, well, his Cousin was his best friend and he needed the boy like a person needs water.
So they were best friends nothing cloud separate them, living with him in the past when his grandparents died, he was thirteen at the time of that. Once on the farm he grew into a boy that had to be around people. Every time he was left by himself, he would just grow reckless and began to do dangerous stunts to have a few laughs. The boy wasn't crazy, no. Far from it, he just... Got lonely easily. And when he got lonely, bad things happened. But it wasn't as bad now. Because now he had ways to entertain himself, but it still occurred. Other than that, his child hood was pretty normal. Growing up with everything he could need and with a best friend that never abandoned him. Good, right?
Sample of Role Playing ((Any Genre)): Ashton looked at Antony who was beside him on another horse just like him. They were both black stallions, young ones, just for the two boys. Ashton ran a hand through his short blond hair then took the reins in both hands and snapped them. His stallion shot out across the field followed close behind by Anthony. 'This will be good.'He thought to himself as he raced his best friend and cousin. They were headed into town, and since each was far to young to drive they took their horses, newly given to them for their birthdays. Ashton was merely fourteen, while his cousin was fifteen. "What are we getting today?"Ashton asked slowing down his horse to a trot so he could talk with Anthony who had slowed down already. "Well, I dunno. I figured we could get something to eat for lunch, then whatever Old Joe needed."Anthony said nodding to the piece of paper jetting out of Ashton's khaki pants. "Oh."Ashton said pulling at his orange shirt. Anthony was dressed similarly to Ashton, only except for the orange shirt, his was in a light blue one. "Yeah."Anthony said a small smile playing at his lips as he saw the dopey grin on his cousin's.
Wild elephant children. Elegance at its best... "
