Post by dex on Nov 9, 2012 4:09:56 GMT -5
* dexter h. o'reilly ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME Dexter Hanson O'Reilly
NICKNAMES Dex
DATE OF BIRTH July twenty-fifth
AGE Seventeen
GRADE/YEAR Twelfth
ELEMENT Water
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS Single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Robert Sheehan
EYE COLOUR Green
HAIR COLOUR Dark brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT Six feet flat, one hundred and sixty-one pounds
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Dexter's hair attracts a lot of attention with its unruliness. He has no beauty marks; so far, the only mark on his skin is a scar on his foot from an accident when he was seven years old.
CLOTHING STYLE He is very casual, sticking to jeans on a daily basis. He owns a variety of white shirts for no reason, which is what he normally wears paired with sneakers. Dexter doesn’t really give a crap how he looks, so most days he just puts on the first things he could get his hands on and walk about with that.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- Outgoing
- Playful
- Lively
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Cheeky
- Talkative
- Histrionic
- Insensitive
LIKES
- Parties
- Swimming
- Ice cream
- Winter
- Tea
DISLIKES
- Fire
- Reading
- Rodents
- Pumpkin soup
- Fogies
STRENGTHS
- Water tricks
- General knowledge
- Listening exercises
WEAKNESSES
- Intimacy
- Maintaining proper decorum
- Waiting
FEARS
- Rodents
- Dying of dehydration
- Romantic relationships that end horribly
- Being alone for the rest of his life
BEST MEMORY Dexter isn't very nostalgic, or reminiscent of things past. Most of the things he went through, he'd forget, more often than not, spare a handful few that really made an impact on him. Although Dexter certainly has a lot of exciting adventures in the past, the one that he recalls almost perfectly is the first time he went bungee-jumping. It's the adrenalin-filled moment that also left him scared shitless, which he found surprisingly fun.
WORST MEMORY Oddly enough, Dexter's worst memory would probably be when he was eight years old. The wound on his foot had become a hindrance to his swimming lessons that time, so young Dexter didn't have any idea how to float in water at all. He almost drowned, and for a while he was afraid of going in the water again. Of course, he knows how to swim, now - but a brush with death isn't an experience he's likely to just forget.
LONG-TERM GOAL Get over his intimacy issues.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Danne Angela (#49), Businesswoman.
FATHER Rowan James (#52; died age 41), Ex-policeman.
SIBLINGS N/A
OTHER N/A
HISTORY
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Ginny
YOUR AGE Seventeen
RP EXPERIENCE Six years, on and off
HOW'D YOU FIND US? Through a series of affiliate-button clicking on closed forums. >.>
SECRET WORD Silver bullets
RP SAMPLEOh god, no. This idea sounded way better in his head all those days ago, going in a pseudo-undercover mission to find out the inner workings of Raphael and Sam’s relationship with each other, but now that he was actually shopping with his girl and her best friend, he wished he could just rot in a hole and die.
Well, not really. He’s forgotten just how much he disliked shopping until the trio got to the mall, wherein Chauncey proceeded to subtly smack himself on the head in preparation for the silent torture. He had nothing against Sam’s spendings – he found that quite adorable, really, and despite her… er, morphing form, his care for her never swayed, never differed from the way it was before. Bearing in mind that this was all his idea in the first place – and his stupidity, again, for taking it easy on Sam during the game – Chauncey never let the irritation show in his face nor in his movements. He knew how sensitive women could get, which heightened during pregnancy as well. He couldn’t afford to upset Sam in any way, so he was trying his best to be a jolly good sport, and he reckoned he’s succeeded.
At least he got a good bite that morning. He had unintentionally holding his thirst in, so that he would have more time with Samantha, and it resulted into nothing good. Chauncey had been hungry for a while, but now that he had fed, his eyes seemed to blaze in their rosy red hue, accentuating his features even more. Chauncey would have bothered with contact lenses, had he not been discouraged from shopping in the first place. With a streak of immaturity, he voluntarily avoided having to conceal his eyes out of defiance. Now, whenever his eyes came in contact with a curious stranger’s, his face would crinkle up in an innocent, sanguine smile to dispel the interest in his strange eyes, knowing that the human mind would try its best to come at a logical conclusion to why Chauncey’s eyes were red.
No one was that paranoid to suspect him of being out of this world.
The thought of the naivety of humans cheered him up a little, his dampened mood beginning to improve as he walked alongside Raphael. The brown leather jacket he had on brushed against his inner shirt, making an almost inaudible noise as his Converse-clad feet pressed against the floor of the mall. Quite obviously, Chauncey wasn't his usual talkative self. Heck, if his day had been better since the hour he left the Battant mansion, he probably had given a running commentary on how their shopping spree was progressing. Because of that one thought, though, Chauncey's pouting was petering out to give way to his loquacious demeanor.
Samantha suddenly leaned back on him, and his muscles tensed a few millimeters, automatically worrying about how her body was coping wit the stress of having to walk so much. So fickle was his attention that it could be easily captivated from one moment to the next.
"Where are we off to next, boys?"
"Home,"
Chauncey snapped to attention when he noticed that Samantha's eyes sharpened, and his eyes rose to find another baby clothes shop heading their way. At least, that was how it seemed to him, seeing as Samantha thought it would be proper for him to be dragged. A split second after being dragged, however, Chauncey had already regained his balance and had begun striding beside Samantha, catching up to her pace. The hand that held Sam's encircled to her front, so that Chauncey's arm would be around her shoulders while never letting go of their entwined fingers. Her fragrance only increased at their close proximity - a sweet scent that he basked in happily. All of a sudden he was Jolly Chauncey again, with a trace of a smile already gracing his lips.
He loved the baby clothes all at once.
A brief moment of mild scrutiny occurred when Raphael brought up an article of clothing for criticism. "Did you know blue is actually the feminine color? People just get this stuff backwards all the time,"[/color] Chauncey drawled offhandedly, albeit he had already reached forward to nab the clothing out of his covenmate's hands. His cold fingers rubbed the fabric between them, and Chauncey grinned in delight at how soft the cloth was. He could just as easily fanboy over this - definitely a drastic mood swing, but then Raphael pointed out the wooden horse, and Chauncey eyes began to twinkle. "Horses are beautiful, don't get me wrong, but isn't wood just a bit too fragile?"[/color] he commented thoughtfully. Comically enough, he was already playing with the small rocking horse, nodding its body to and fro even as the words left his mouth.
"You know what, Sam? I want a Trojan horse for my birthday. I mean, a proper Trojan horse. Then it could be like a house decor after,"[/color] Chauncey grinned.
... Okay, so, he was very subtly trying to steal the spotlight away from Raphael. He hadn't talked very much, and this was the fastest way to gain his mate's attention in terms of conversing activity. Who can blame him? He's too temperamental to be even slightly normal in day-to-day happenings.
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