Post by Camellia Samson on Feb 15, 2008 16:05:41 GMT -5
Name
Mark Yale Cameron
Age
Twenty
Profession
Student Teacher
Love life
None...but I think Brook will be his girlfriend.
Celebrity
Adam Brody
Physical Description
This man is, to summarize it in one word, hot. His dark brown wavy hair is medium-length, and often sticks out in the morning. Stubble usually dots his cheeks--he's too lazy to shave every day. This actually makes him look good. Huge dimples make small ditches in his cheeks when he smiles...and about his smile--one of his best features. His mouth is full but not too full, and his straight teeth are perfectly white and just plain perfect. His gorgeous eyes are a hazel-brown color, and often sparkle.
[[sorry really short]]
Personality
Mark is a pretty reserved individual. He likes to stay calm and on top of everything. He listens to everyone and everything, always interested. Mark is one to be trusted, he would rather kill himself then blab a secret or start a rumor.
Mark is quiet, although like everyone, he had his moments. When he is mad, he looks adorable, just screaming away, looking like a old nice folk out of place. It is easy to laugh at him when he is mad because he doesn't look all that serious.
Mark is funny when the time comes. He can be a hilarious friend or the creator of those awkward moments, it mostly depends on who he is with. If he is comfortable with the person he his conversing with then he will act normal, even funny. If it is around someone he likes or feels uncomfortable around, he will be fidgety and quivering and most liking come up with bad jokes.
Mark is as sweet as candy corn. He is really very nice and generous. He knows when to give someone their personal space and when to help them. Mark is a gentleman, he is all for being nice to ladies, he would never treat them badly or anything.
History
Mark was born on August 9th, 1990 at 3:42 AM. It was immediate that the mother, Lily-Ann, called the baby boy Mark. Since she was little she had always dreamed to call her child Mark, and so it was decided. Turns out, Mark was born into a very well off family. His mother was a famous talk-show host, his dad a CEO. ‘Nuff said? I don't think so. Mark, as he was growing up, never got to see his parents. They were always out or away. When Mark was old enough to go out on his own, he went and bought a surf board and went to the beach. Since he didn't have a care in the world for anyone else at the time, he spent his whole childhood riding the waves by the beach. Mark loved the feeling, the adrenaline rush of surfing. Another thing he loved was learning--one of the few kids who liked school. He adored learning new things, and often twisted things around so he could see them in his own perspective. Mark adored school and one day hoped to teach kids what he'd learned...maybe that's why he became a student teacher.
One day, after his parents had finished their meetings and such, Mark found them. After neglect for so many years, he proposed something to them. He asked them if he could move out. It was a small apartment, but it fit their liking because, it was very exquisite. So, the parental units agreed. Now he lives alone, and graduated at the top of his class. He is now fulfilling his dream to become a teacher, with side trips to the beach from time to time.
RP example
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MY LUCKY DAY, UNLUCKY MOOD
an unsteady personality can affect you. will affect you.
[/i][/size]Mark Yale Cameron
Age
Twenty
Profession
Student Teacher
Love life
None...but I think Brook will be his girlfriend.
Celebrity
Adam Brody
Physical Description
This man is, to summarize it in one word, hot. His dark brown wavy hair is medium-length, and often sticks out in the morning. Stubble usually dots his cheeks--he's too lazy to shave every day. This actually makes him look good. Huge dimples make small ditches in his cheeks when he smiles...and about his smile--one of his best features. His mouth is full but not too full, and his straight teeth are perfectly white and just plain perfect. His gorgeous eyes are a hazel-brown color, and often sparkle.
[[sorry really short]]
Personality
Mark is a pretty reserved individual. He likes to stay calm and on top of everything. He listens to everyone and everything, always interested. Mark is one to be trusted, he would rather kill himself then blab a secret or start a rumor.
Mark is quiet, although like everyone, he had his moments. When he is mad, he looks adorable, just screaming away, looking like a old nice folk out of place. It is easy to laugh at him when he is mad because he doesn't look all that serious.
Mark is funny when the time comes. He can be a hilarious friend or the creator of those awkward moments, it mostly depends on who he is with. If he is comfortable with the person he his conversing with then he will act normal, even funny. If it is around someone he likes or feels uncomfortable around, he will be fidgety and quivering and most liking come up with bad jokes.
Mark is as sweet as candy corn. He is really very nice and generous. He knows when to give someone their personal space and when to help them. Mark is a gentleman, he is all for being nice to ladies, he would never treat them badly or anything.
History
Mark was born on August 9th, 1990 at 3:42 AM. It was immediate that the mother, Lily-Ann, called the baby boy Mark. Since she was little she had always dreamed to call her child Mark, and so it was decided. Turns out, Mark was born into a very well off family. His mother was a famous talk-show host, his dad a CEO. ‘Nuff said? I don't think so. Mark, as he was growing up, never got to see his parents. They were always out or away. When Mark was old enough to go out on his own, he went and bought a surf board and went to the beach. Since he didn't have a care in the world for anyone else at the time, he spent his whole childhood riding the waves by the beach. Mark loved the feeling, the adrenaline rush of surfing. Another thing he loved was learning--one of the few kids who liked school. He adored learning new things, and often twisted things around so he could see them in his own perspective. Mark adored school and one day hoped to teach kids what he'd learned...maybe that's why he became a student teacher.
One day, after his parents had finished their meetings and such, Mark found them. After neglect for so many years, he proposed something to them. He asked them if he could move out. It was a small apartment, but it fit their liking because, it was very exquisite. So, the parental units agreed. Now he lives alone, and graduated at the top of his class. He is now fulfilling his dream to become a teacher, with side trips to the beach from time to time.
RP example
xx xx MY LUCKY DAY, UNLUCKY MOOD
an unsteady personality can affect you. will affect you.
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Today was her birthday, today was her day, today was her day off. Today was a day when the darling known as her avoided everyone she knew and snuggled into the world, blending in perfectly, desiring not to be picked out of the blue as the red fish. This was a day when she wanted no one around her, wanted no one to talk to her, wanted no one to peer into her and fish the cages for what they could find and pick from her. This was a day where she rather be alone. This day was the day of silent reminiscence… and in doing that lovely [not so much] recalling, she found something that had not happened that long ago, that still had her hung up, still had that spear in her side. You see, it had happened a few days earlier, near the beginning of the week. A ratty package had come to be hers, having been bumped from here to there until finally coming to her door step, but what was important, dearest, was the sender. The name on the package was the either the gasoline or the water on the flame. A coin toss, it had been, and for once that coin toss landed with a more silent resolution dawning. Out of it, they said. She wasn’t so fiery, so mean. She was simply… there, not really acting, not her usual vibrant self by any sort of means. She drifted by like a ghost, half dead, half alive and too busy thinking and looking anywhere but front and center. They had tried to pep her up in the usual, blunt manner… but after such acts being brushed off just so, they simply withdrew and sought shelter. Surely this was the peace before the storm, no doubnt before long the ticking time bomb would go off. Not that they had any clue, not that they knew or that she wanted them to know. They didn’t need to, and, as said, she didn't want them to know. Still, It was sad, in a way…not really anything but sad when one choose to think about it casually. Nothing but sad… It was sad when she received gifts that were brides. Sad that they only remembered the date of her ’beginning of life’ because the one who had aided in the pregnancy of her mother who had birthed her, the one who had not believed her, the one who had never listened, the one who allowed this all to happen - the one who saw it dead in front of him and ignored it… That one… felt guilty. Sad that that one tried, by such petty means [believe it or not she wasn't all about the cash involved], to ease his pain. Sad. Even sadder was the fact that he didn’t even choose the gift, sad that he got the wench who she loathed and caused this catastrophe, this guilt he had, to pick it. To send it. To mail it. To lick the envelope with her poison. Almost as sad as her sending it back without even opening it - without even giving it a second glance. Sad that she wanted nothing to do with them after, finally, they caved in and wanted her back. If only because he was going to start a campaign and no one wanted this skeleton getting out of the closet without a happy story to tell of how she ‘recovered with the love of her family as her guiding light’. But you know she was just the sort of person who relished hurting someone else. Loved it after such a long spell, of how hard she tried, how much she put in it before getting burned in the end. She adored dishing hurt out to those who deserved it. A sin? She didn’t… really care.
And so went back the package, busted and ratty and banged around while fighting a journey to find her. After of course a little dog tinkle to give them something lovely to handle. The House's Sentiments, darling, the House's Sentiments. “Don’t go off far, ya hear?” She mumbled, having taken off sneakers once she had, minutes before, hit the sand, looking back over her shoulder only once to view the old jeep before heaving a rather ‘stressful’ sigh. The only one here, and wasn’t that bliss. But then again… after a few tries at the more crowded regions she soon found that she wasn’t too fond of cutting her feet on the bear bottles or having the dogs try to murder the taunting people. And after such a while she did a bit of snooping and a bit of prying and soon found, quite a distance away and in a rougher spot of terrain… another beach. More on the Eastern side there were few who visited the hidden shore and fewer yet sought it out. After all going to the beach was about the boys and the girls, the flowers and the bees, the rest of the cheezy crap that melted down to shopping for the next one night stand. Now, she was like any good girl worth her salt and on most occasions that was what she was at the beach for! Really! But, on those rare occasions she came here more for the hounds. The rascals, annoying as hell but lovable enough. Big boys needed their exercise and how rowdy they got in the small apartment… And after a while she soon found that the boys behaved much better when they were allowed to spend their weekends romping the sandy shores and playing in the salty sea. Amazing it was, and a true blessing [her and the landlord had been previously having bouts monthly over the dogs] with the best bit being the pouches actually enjoyed it! And so with her peace being spoken about not going to far [as if they could understand her] and with the collars ‘bout their neck tight enough they couldn't wiggle out of them, she went about spreading about the large, worn blanket and flopping down. Content to remain in her halter-top, cargos and sunglasses, with sneakers off and view of a rather seamless, dark ocean in sight. Seamless give or take the romping dogs that flopped, barked, and played in her gaze. Yapping and snapping and playing in the water. Making the most of their time they were, as was the young gal who lounged ever comfortably, who really simply had nothing to do. Having brought no book or device to occupy her time, she simply relaxed and watched the show. Undisturbed. As of yet. But, who knew? Perhaps her birthday would not go as she planned it to go - uneventful? Maybe, if chance, if fate, if fortune, if destiny so decided she would have some company? Good company, bad company, company she could not stand, company she simply adored, someone who could amuse her, could challenge her rather glum, mild approach to the day? Maybe? Maybe not?[/color][/center][/quote]
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