Post by prescott elliot kingsley on Jul 8, 2009 20:12:56 GMT 10
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cunning &bull indecisive &bull arrogant
Name: Prescott Elliot Kingsley
Nickname(s): He isn't that fond of nicknames.
Degree: Art
Major: Theatre
Minor: Voice (Yes, voice.)
Age: Twenty
Grade: Sophomore
Birthdate: September 6th
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Upper East Side, New York
`Appearance !
In Prescott's eyes, he is the most good-looking thing to ever walk the planet. He stands at 5'11", almost 6 feet (he wishes he would have made it to 6 feet tall) and is quite well-built, but not obviously, in the sense that he does not have huge rippling muscles and six-pack abs that you can see through his shirt. His hair is short and well kept, though when going out to, say a ball or a dance or something formal like that, he prefers keeping it parted which is something he does not usually do.
His eyes are brown, warm and deep. He was gifted with long eyelashes, something his sister always yelled at him for, but he doesn't see the use in them. His nose is one thing he's really not quite fond of. It's rather flat in his opinion, and it bothers him when he looks close enough at it.
Style-wise, Prescott always changes. He really doesn't like fashion, that's why he always had his mother and sister there to help him with things such as that. He prefers dwelling on the formal side, and really likes high-society events so he can wear things like tuxes and suits. He loves the color black on himself. It's dark and gloomy, but it looks good, he thinks. You can often find him wearing dress shirts with jeans, even if he's just going to class or inside his room.
In Prescott's eyes, he is the most good-looking thing to ever walk the planet. He stands at 5'11", almost 6 feet (he wishes he would have made it to 6 feet tall) and is quite well-built, but not obviously, in the sense that he does not have huge rippling muscles and six-pack abs that you can see through his shirt. His hair is short and well kept, though when going out to, say a ball or a dance or something formal like that, he prefers keeping it parted which is something he does not usually do.
His eyes are brown, warm and deep. He was gifted with long eyelashes, something his sister always yelled at him for, but he doesn't see the use in them. His nose is one thing he's really not quite fond of. It's rather flat in his opinion, and it bothers him when he looks close enough at it.
Style-wise, Prescott always changes. He really doesn't like fashion, that's why he always had his mother and sister there to help him with things such as that. He prefers dwelling on the formal side, and really likes high-society events so he can wear things like tuxes and suits. He loves the color black on himself. It's dark and gloomy, but it looks good, he thinks. You can often find him wearing dress shirts with jeans, even if he's just going to class or inside his room.
Best Feature: "Hmmm.. it's hard to choose. My eyes? Or my hair? No, definitely my hair. But still, I can't really be sure..."
Worst Feature: "My nose. That wasn't very hard; there are so few of them its not even difficult to pick one. My flat, aggravating nose."[/size]
`Personality !
&&cunning
Prescott can often be found trying to figure out how to trick some girl into going out with him, or manipulating his professors into giving him an extra day for an assignment. His favorite pastime is bothering Cecilia Reese, in fact. He grew up sneaking around with girls and tricking his sweet, innocent mother into believing his lies. Therefore, he's grown up to be just that kind of person: the cunning, sneaky, tricky guy that twists around words to get what he wants.
&&indecisive
Instead of quickly choosing something, Prescott will often debate with himself for minutes trying to choose one over the other. He weighs out the possibilities, the pros and cons, and can never make up his mind. Especially when it comes to love. Does he love her? Does he hate her? Is he just taking advantage of her? He really doesn't know what to do when it comes to decision making, which is why he isn't the most committed person out there. When he finds that someone, though, he's sure that he'll be better at making up his mind.
&&arrogant
As previously mentioned, Prescott sees nothing but greatness of himself. He thinks he's great-looking and charming and the best of the best. Of course, he's far from right. Just being like this makes him far from the best of the best, but he doesn't realize that. At moments, he can break through and see a fault in himself here or there, but those are very rare moments. And just the fact that girls keep encouraging his arrogance is enough to reinforce this trait all the time.
&&cunning
Prescott can often be found trying to figure out how to trick some girl into going out with him, or manipulating his professors into giving him an extra day for an assignment. His favorite pastime is bothering Cecilia Reese, in fact. He grew up sneaking around with girls and tricking his sweet, innocent mother into believing his lies. Therefore, he's grown up to be just that kind of person: the cunning, sneaky, tricky guy that twists around words to get what he wants.
&&indecisive
Instead of quickly choosing something, Prescott will often debate with himself for minutes trying to choose one over the other. He weighs out the possibilities, the pros and cons, and can never make up his mind. Especially when it comes to love. Does he love her? Does he hate her? Is he just taking advantage of her? He really doesn't know what to do when it comes to decision making, which is why he isn't the most committed person out there. When he finds that someone, though, he's sure that he'll be better at making up his mind.
&&arrogant
As previously mentioned, Prescott sees nothing but greatness of himself. He thinks he's great-looking and charming and the best of the best. Of course, he's far from right. Just being like this makes him far from the best of the best, but he doesn't realize that. At moments, he can break through and see a fault in himself here or there, but those are very rare moments. And just the fact that girls keep encouraging his arrogance is enough to reinforce this trait all the time.
Likes:
-Girls
-His wealth
-His sister
-Cecilia Reese
-Sugar
-Black tuxedos
-Dances/formal events
-Late morning
-Scarves
Dislikes:
-Cats
-His mother
-Cecilia Reese
-Visiting his grandparents. They're so boring.
-Credit card bills
-Bills in general
-Raspberries
-Ghost stories. What nonsense.
-Toddlers. Once they're at least seven or eight, they're okay, but those tiny babbling nuisances annoy him greatly.
Positive Traits:
&&sensitive:: Yes, it's hard to believe, but once he his shell has been broken through, he's a sensitive person. He has those that he cares for greatly, and he shows it by being overprotective, annoyed, and irritating around them all the time. Of course, not many know of this side of him.
&&caring:: It really hasn't happened much yet, but there are certain people in his life that he cares for more than anything and that he would do anything to protect. One of them is his sister Lily. The other is... well, he's not quite sure yet.
&&honest:: Depending on which way you look at it, this can be a negative trait, too, but Prescott considers it positive. He doesn't really like lying to his friends (his mother is a whole different story) and likes telling them his honest opinion, no matter how much it hurts. The truth is better than lying and making them look stupid.
Negative Traits:
&&stubborn:: Don't even try to change his mind on something. He has his opinion, which he believes is right, and is more than willing to go into heavy debate on it. It is extremely hard for just anybody to change his mind on a given situation.
&&sexist:: Yes, Prescott is one of those sexist males who is always checking out girls and believes that girls are good for sex and nothing else, especially when he doesn't even know the girl. He believes in male dominance and thinks females are the weaker sex in almost every area.
&&sarcastic:: Prescott loves friendly debate. Especially when he gets the opportunity to be sarcastic. Especially around his friends who are girls, he can get very sarcastic and blunt. It gives him more of that 'pessimist' personality.
Greatest Ambition: To actually find love. He doesn't think he will, though, and believes that the girl who'll fall in love with him will end up hating him because of the way he acts.
Greatest Fear: You see, usually when Prescott hurts someone, it's just friendly and out of playfulness. No one REALLY gets hurt, there's little spats here and there, etcetera etcetera. But Prescott fears ACTUALLY hurting someone: seriously. [/size]
`History !
On September 6th, Prescott Elliot Kingsley was born to Natalie Maria Kingsley and Aiden Joseph Kingsley. Natalie was a lawyer, big in the business and doing very well. She was very involved with her work and barely had time for her son, but thankfully, Aiden was home more often. Aiden was a doctor, but he worked nights, so he was home during the day to take care of Prescott. Natalie would come home from work as soon as she could and Aiden would leave for work when she got back. When this got too hectic, they hired a nanny--yes, a nanny, whom Prescott hated very much--to take care of Prescott in the evening so Aiden could get to work on time.
Three years later, when Prescott had just turned three years old, Natalie announced that she was pregnant. Prescott didn't know what it meant, but when his father explained to him that he would have a baby brother or sister in the near future, he got overjoyed. This was excellent! A little sibling! It also occurred to him that things would get even crazier, but he paid it little mind.
Nine months later, on May 10th, came Lily Vivian Kingsley, who grew up to be a blond copy of Prescott: they looked very similar, and Prescott loved it. He instantly became very close to his sister and she was the one person he could truly depend on, no matter how little she was. She grew to depend on Prescott, too, and brought out more of his sensitive side. As time passed, they attended the same boarding school in the Upper East Side and Prescott watched out for her in her early years of school.
Prescott grew up going to formal events, balls, and dances with his father and his mother, who were well known on the Upper East Side because of 'knowing all the right people'. His life was very busy all the time, but he kind of liked it as he grew used to it. Lily never liked it--she hated the spotlight--but Prescott was her comfort and she stayed with him through the events.
When Prescott was a sophomore and in the high school division of their school, Lily was a eighth in the junior high division. They were both separated a lot of the time, so during lunch and after school were the only times they got to talk before coming home. Prescott got interested in girls, girls got interested in Prescott, Lily got left out of the loop whenever he snuck out or just went out with a group of people. Lily saw her brother changing, coming home with strange girls, growing more and more conceited, turning sour in front of their parents. She kept reminding herself that it was the same old Prescott, but she had her doubts in the back of her mind.
Prescott got accepted at Seattle Bay University as a theatre major and was excited. Theatre had been a big part of his life growing up; in eighth grade he had starred as Romeo in a local production of Romeo and Juliet and kept participating in theatre from then on. Lily had vowed to come there too, so she could make sure her sweet, protective older brother didn't change, and skipped ahead a grade. She looked for colleges, and guess what? Seattle Bay was on the list. Now Prescott doesn't know what's going to happen, but he'll secretly be glad if Lily comes to his college.
After all, it is college, and anything can happen.
On September 6th, Prescott Elliot Kingsley was born to Natalie Maria Kingsley and Aiden Joseph Kingsley. Natalie was a lawyer, big in the business and doing very well. She was very involved with her work and barely had time for her son, but thankfully, Aiden was home more often. Aiden was a doctor, but he worked nights, so he was home during the day to take care of Prescott. Natalie would come home from work as soon as she could and Aiden would leave for work when she got back. When this got too hectic, they hired a nanny--yes, a nanny, whom Prescott hated very much--to take care of Prescott in the evening so Aiden could get to work on time.
Three years later, when Prescott had just turned three years old, Natalie announced that she was pregnant. Prescott didn't know what it meant, but when his father explained to him that he would have a baby brother or sister in the near future, he got overjoyed. This was excellent! A little sibling! It also occurred to him that things would get even crazier, but he paid it little mind.
Nine months later, on May 10th, came Lily Vivian Kingsley, who grew up to be a blond copy of Prescott: they looked very similar, and Prescott loved it. He instantly became very close to his sister and she was the one person he could truly depend on, no matter how little she was. She grew to depend on Prescott, too, and brought out more of his sensitive side. As time passed, they attended the same boarding school in the Upper East Side and Prescott watched out for her in her early years of school.
Prescott grew up going to formal events, balls, and dances with his father and his mother, who were well known on the Upper East Side because of 'knowing all the right people'. His life was very busy all the time, but he kind of liked it as he grew used to it. Lily never liked it--she hated the spotlight--but Prescott was her comfort and she stayed with him through the events.
When Prescott was a sophomore and in the high school division of their school, Lily was a eighth in the junior high division. They were both separated a lot of the time, so during lunch and after school were the only times they got to talk before coming home. Prescott got interested in girls, girls got interested in Prescott, Lily got left out of the loop whenever he snuck out or just went out with a group of people. Lily saw her brother changing, coming home with strange girls, growing more and more conceited, turning sour in front of their parents. She kept reminding herself that it was the same old Prescott, but she had her doubts in the back of her mind.
Prescott got accepted at Seattle Bay University as a theatre major and was excited. Theatre had been a big part of his life growing up; in eighth grade he had starred as Romeo in a local production of Romeo and Juliet and kept participating in theatre from then on. Lily had vowed to come there too, so she could make sure her sweet, protective older brother didn't change, and skipped ahead a grade. She looked for colleges, and guess what? Seattle Bay was on the list. Now Prescott doesn't know what's going to happen, but he'll secretly be glad if Lily comes to his college.
After all, it is college, and anything can happen.
Best Memory: "Probably when I first heard Lily talk. I was just sitting there, watching her play (I was almost five), when I distinctly heard a noise. Instinctively, I called out, "What?" The noise was repeated from Lily's mouth. It sounded a lot like 'Brother', only more like 'Bwotha'. My mother smiled at me, and I was so proud to be her elder brother at that moment.
Worst Memory: My first girlfriend and I were at home. It was eighth grade. I was about to kiss her--I was so close!--when my mother and father walked in. My mother had tears streaming down her face, and was holding hands with Lily, who looked confused and disoriented. Lily ran up to me while my father looked upset. They had been fighting, and my girlfriend saw it all. To top it off, Lily yelled, "Go away, stranger, can't you see we're having family issues?!" to my girlfriend, who, looking disgusted, left. We broke up two weeks later. I blame my mother.
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`Writing Skill !
No one appreciated winter anymore.
I mean, really, what was so bad about a little (okay, a lot of) snow and some chilly (possibly negative) temperatures? It was just the perfect excuse to act immature again: whipping snowballs at each other while the wind whipped at your delicate nose and melted, ice cold snow seeped through your thin boots.
Okay, sure, Adelle could see people's outlooks on life. It was hard to be living in New York during winter, especially in December, when it had suddenly snowed and no one was prepared for it. A few girls in skimpy tanktops and shorts ducked into Starbucks, where the warmth would enrich their body, heat the tips of their noses, and the coffee would warm their hands as they shivered. (Okay, nobody was THAT underprepared for the weather. Adelle looked around for the cause of the lack of clothing and found it: three tall , college-aged boys standing around outside Starbucks, on their way in as well. That would do it.) That sounded like a good enough plan to Adelle, especially since she had agreed to meet Bijoux there.
Really, all she wanted to do was talk. I mean, it wasn't like Levi was ALL she wanted to talk about. No, not at all. Sincerely. But she did want to try and figure out the cause of their sudden break-up (even though it was a joint decision, neither of them were really sure what happened) and it would be nice to have a friend like Bijoux there to be there for her. Even though she was over Levi. Completely and totally and most definitely over him, 100%. But they were still friends, even though they were on quite awkward times at the moment due to the current predicament, and it would make things a lot easier for Adelle if there was an explanation.
It had all happened really fast. They had been good friends and suddenly, BAM, their relationship sprung up out of nowhere. Though she had been infatuated with the idea of being in a relationship with one of her good friends, she was not certain that she had been so in love with Levi himself. And then, just as fast as it had started, it had ended. They had talked (Adelle had been suspicious. Something had been wrong with Levi... he wasn't as focused anymore, always daydreaming and drifting off into space a lot more often) and came to a conclusion that, for the better, they should separate, but stay friends. And yet nothing had stayed the same. So yes, Adelle needed an explanation as to why the breakup was so quick and unexplained. An explanation.
And Bijoux would (hopefully) be willing to help provide one.
"Peppermint mocha, please?" I gasped as a rush of warm air hit me from a vent above the counter as I handed him ten dollars. The amiable employee smiled and handed me my receipt and change. I saw Bijoux come in and my spirits lifted.
"Hey, girly, come here!" I beckoned her over to the chair where I was now sitting, waiting for my order, and awaited her to join me.
[/size][/center]No one appreciated winter anymore.
I mean, really, what was so bad about a little (okay, a lot of) snow and some chilly (possibly negative) temperatures? It was just the perfect excuse to act immature again: whipping snowballs at each other while the wind whipped at your delicate nose and melted, ice cold snow seeped through your thin boots.
Okay, sure, Adelle could see people's outlooks on life. It was hard to be living in New York during winter, especially in December, when it had suddenly snowed and no one was prepared for it. A few girls in skimpy tanktops and shorts ducked into Starbucks, where the warmth would enrich their body, heat the tips of their noses, and the coffee would warm their hands as they shivered. (Okay, nobody was THAT underprepared for the weather. Adelle looked around for the cause of the lack of clothing and found it: three tall , college-aged boys standing around outside Starbucks, on their way in as well. That would do it.) That sounded like a good enough plan to Adelle, especially since she had agreed to meet Bijoux there.
Really, all she wanted to do was talk. I mean, it wasn't like Levi was ALL she wanted to talk about. No, not at all. Sincerely. But she did want to try and figure out the cause of their sudden break-up (even though it was a joint decision, neither of them were really sure what happened) and it would be nice to have a friend like Bijoux there to be there for her. Even though she was over Levi. Completely and totally and most definitely over him, 100%. But they were still friends, even though they were on quite awkward times at the moment due to the current predicament, and it would make things a lot easier for Adelle if there was an explanation.
It had all happened really fast. They had been good friends and suddenly, BAM, their relationship sprung up out of nowhere. Though she had been infatuated with the idea of being in a relationship with one of her good friends, she was not certain that she had been so in love with Levi himself. And then, just as fast as it had started, it had ended. They had talked (Adelle had been suspicious. Something had been wrong with Levi... he wasn't as focused anymore, always daydreaming and drifting off into space a lot more often) and came to a conclusion that, for the better, they should separate, but stay friends. And yet nothing had stayed the same. So yes, Adelle needed an explanation as to why the breakup was so quick and unexplained. An explanation.
And Bijoux would (hopefully) be willing to help provide one.
"Peppermint mocha, please?" I gasped as a rush of warm air hit me from a vent above the counter as I handed him ten dollars. The amiable employee smiled and handed me my receipt and change. I saw Bijoux come in and my spirits lifted.
"Hey, girly, come here!" I beckoned her over to the chair where I was now sitting, waiting for my order, and awaited her to join me.
`Behind The Character !
Name: ash!
Age: 93840375 years old
Role-playing experience: I believe it's been four years now.
How you found us: I was a member of Free Falling
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