Post by neia on Feb 4, 2009 14:18:55 GMT 10
[/size]`callum usher brody !!!
• • Daredevil • Impulsive • Actor • •
Name: Callum Usher Brody [pronounced: kay • lum]
Nickname(s): He's most commonly known by Taz, for being a daredevil, and Kay. The name Cub was popular freshmen year – for his initials and for being known as Kurt’s younger brother – but thankfully he was able to grow out of it. However, there’s a good number of girls who presently call him Cubby Bear, most of whom are good friends of his.
Major: Theatre
Age: 20
Grade: Junior
Birthdate: January 17, 1988
Orientation: Straight
Location: Stevens Point, Wisconsin
`Appearance ,,
Callum's hair is brown with naturally appearing lighter brown and dark blonde highlights. His hair is always kept short and - for the most part - spiked. Sometimes he may resort to tossing it about in a messy style to give the impression that he just rolled out of bed and could care less about his appearance. Just a little secret, it actually takes him a good ten or fifteen minutes to get it to look so attractively messy. But of course he wouldn't volunteer this information if anyone asked him. Callum's light brown eyes usually always possess a light of mischief, but you know he's really up to something when a devilish little smirk - a known trademark of his - flashes across his face.
Shaving tends to make Callum look a little younger, even innocent maybe, and it does a good job of accenting his bone structure and jaw-line. But for the most part, Callum chooses to leave a small bit of a scruff on his face for a more rugged and bad-boy look. Because the ladies love it? Nah, just because shaving takes up too much time. As for Callum's build, he turns out to be a pretty average guy, if not a little more toned. His standing height is 5'10" and he weighs about 170 pounds, though most of it consists of muscle anyway. But that wouldn't be too hard to tell, well depending on what he was wearing.
Even though Callum is essentially known for being a daredevil and a thrill seeker, he can still be quite a prep. He likes to wear his jeans fitted, maybe even slightly baggy, but for the most part fitted. Most of his long sleeve shirts tend to be fitted with the exception of a few loose sweaters or hoodies. And though his short sleeved shirts typically don't tend to be very tight, they usually are around the sleeves, which does a good job of defining his muscles. And anything with a collar is almost always popped. Especially jackets. It's a rare thing indeed to see Callum Brody without a popped collar. Ever. And he most especially loves leather jackets. You better believe that he'll throw one on the first chance he gets.
Callum's hair is brown with naturally appearing lighter brown and dark blonde highlights. His hair is always kept short and - for the most part - spiked. Sometimes he may resort to tossing it about in a messy style to give the impression that he just rolled out of bed and could care less about his appearance. Just a little secret, it actually takes him a good ten or fifteen minutes to get it to look so attractively messy. But of course he wouldn't volunteer this information if anyone asked him. Callum's light brown eyes usually always possess a light of mischief, but you know he's really up to something when a devilish little smirk - a known trademark of his - flashes across his face.
Shaving tends to make Callum look a little younger, even innocent maybe, and it does a good job of accenting his bone structure and jaw-line. But for the most part, Callum chooses to leave a small bit of a scruff on his face for a more rugged and bad-boy look. Because the ladies love it? Nah, just because shaving takes up too much time. As for Callum's build, he turns out to be a pretty average guy, if not a little more toned. His standing height is 5'10" and he weighs about 170 pounds, though most of it consists of muscle anyway. But that wouldn't be too hard to tell, well depending on what he was wearing.
Even though Callum is essentially known for being a daredevil and a thrill seeker, he can still be quite a prep. He likes to wear his jeans fitted, maybe even slightly baggy, but for the most part fitted. Most of his long sleeve shirts tend to be fitted with the exception of a few loose sweaters or hoodies. And though his short sleeved shirts typically don't tend to be very tight, they usually are around the sleeves, which does a good job of defining his muscles. And anything with a collar is almost always popped. Especially jackets. It's a rare thing indeed to see Callum Brody without a popped collar. Ever. And he most especially loves leather jackets. You better believe that he'll throw one on the first chance he gets.
Best Feature:
"Uh, my eyes I guess? ...Yeah, they can look pretty cool sometimes. Once when I looked in a mirror they were gray. It was awesome."
Worst Feature:
"My ears. Seriously, look at the size of these things. Dumbo would sue me. Oh and definitely my eyebrows. Don't they look a little too neat? Some girls say they look nice, even pretty sometimes, but that's just...emasculating."[/size]
`Personality ,,
``daredevil :: A very imaginative and lively guy, there's nothing Kay loves more than living life on the edge and testing his boundaries. He just loves the thrill and the rush of adrenaline. He's not really a guy to turn down a good dare and he can often be found searching for new stunts to pass his time. Pranks, crazy dares, life-threatening stunts, mischief, wild parties; they all have Kay's name written all over them. However, his thrill-seeking attitude has led him to trouble plenty of times in the past: experimentation with drugs, injuries, and more one-night stands then he could count on both hands. Yeah, Kay's been around and he's definitely seen a lot. And yet it never seems to faze him 'cause the crazy guy just keeps coming back for more. But hey people either admire him for it or shake their heads in disapproval and call him an idiot. But does he cry? Why not at all. He just pops a birdie and dedicates his next act especially to them.
``impulsive :: Callum Brody is very unpredictable. He acts on impulse and you never know what to expect from him. He hates planning and keeping to schedules and he prefers to take things as they come, just going with the flow of the tide. This makes him a very adjustable and flexible person because it allows him to adapt easily to obstacles and sudden changes and work around them. And he's of course open to new experiences. A lot of what Callum does and says depends largely on his mood at the given moment, and yet his mind is constantly working, conjuring new scenarios and possibilities. This is what makes him so hard to predict because you never know what's going on in that head of his. It even sometimes works too quickly for him.
``actor :: Sure Callum holds the title of actor in professional terms, but he's considered a natural for a reason. His life is practically one big stage play. He can easily slide into whatever character he wants at any given time. Need a get-out-of-trouble-fast card? Just flip the guilt switch and play up on someone's sympathies.Trying to get into bed with that hot blonde? Break out the adorable sweetheart looking for a real girl. (Not that he would do this anymore) Need a favor from big bro? The classic annoying little brother gig. How about for getting dad off your balls and quit bugging the hell out of you? Just play the good son that does what he's told and doesn't think for himself. Hey it gets you further in life.
The real setback in this is that Callum tends to hide his emotions through acting. Ironically enough, he is an actor who works expertly and beautifully on stage, but who has a hard time expressing his emotions in real life. He almost never cries and a lot of times it's hard to tell if you've pissed him off because he'll usually just calmly brush it off as if nothing happened, when he could actually be fuming inside. It's hard to tell what he's thinking and there aren't many people who know how he operates. Callum only opens up to people he feels very close to and that he can trust deeply. So if you find that Callum Brody is sharing his feelings and spilling all of his deepest secrets with you, consider yourself lucky. Very very lucky.
``daredevil :: A very imaginative and lively guy, there's nothing Kay loves more than living life on the edge and testing his boundaries. He just loves the thrill and the rush of adrenaline. He's not really a guy to turn down a good dare and he can often be found searching for new stunts to pass his time. Pranks, crazy dares, life-threatening stunts, mischief, wild parties; they all have Kay's name written all over them. However, his thrill-seeking attitude has led him to trouble plenty of times in the past: experimentation with drugs, injuries, and more one-night stands then he could count on both hands. Yeah, Kay's been around and he's definitely seen a lot. And yet it never seems to faze him 'cause the crazy guy just keeps coming back for more. But hey people either admire him for it or shake their heads in disapproval and call him an idiot. But does he cry? Why not at all. He just pops a birdie and dedicates his next act especially to them.
``impulsive :: Callum Brody is very unpredictable. He acts on impulse and you never know what to expect from him. He hates planning and keeping to schedules and he prefers to take things as they come, just going with the flow of the tide. This makes him a very adjustable and flexible person because it allows him to adapt easily to obstacles and sudden changes and work around them. And he's of course open to new experiences. A lot of what Callum does and says depends largely on his mood at the given moment, and yet his mind is constantly working, conjuring new scenarios and possibilities. This is what makes him so hard to predict because you never know what's going on in that head of his. It even sometimes works too quickly for him.
``actor :: Sure Callum holds the title of actor in professional terms, but he's considered a natural for a reason. His life is practically one big stage play. He can easily slide into whatever character he wants at any given time. Need a get-out-of-trouble-fast card? Just flip the guilt switch and play up on someone's sympathies.
The real setback in this is that Callum tends to hide his emotions through acting. Ironically enough, he is an actor who works expertly and beautifully on stage, but who has a hard time expressing his emotions in real life. He almost never cries and a lot of times it's hard to tell if you've pissed him off because he'll usually just calmly brush it off as if nothing happened, when he could actually be fuming inside. It's hard to tell what he's thinking and there aren't many people who know how he operates. Callum only opens up to people he feels very close to and that he can trust deeply. So if you find that Callum Brody is sharing his feelings and spilling all of his deepest secrets with you, consider yourself lucky. Very very lucky.
Likes:
• Partying - everyone knows parties are the spice of life!
• Food - the grail of all things holy. this is the next best thing after partying
• Alcohol - beer, rum, vodka, you name it!
• Hard rock - especially heavy metal
• Singing - his deepest passion; he's pretty good at it really
• R&B - it's soothing and puts you in an easy state of mind
• Cold weather - it gives you a good adrenaline rush
• Body art - the best way to express yourself; he even has an ear pierced
• Big dogs - too bad just because he likes them doesn't mean they like him
• Playing guitar - his passion since he was nine
• Baseball - the best sport ever created; go Yankees!
• Snakes - the one animal that doesn't seem to hate him. how awesome is that?
• Dares/Stunts - the reason he's alive and probably the reason he'll die
• Competing - he's a very competitive guy; his testosterone wouldn't have it any other way
• Dancing - he doesn't mind dancing at clubs every once in a while
• Swimming - water allows more freedom than land does
• Working out - it's what keeps him in shape
• Action & Comedy movies - only the best
• Being in the spotlight - he loves getting attention
• Gossip about him - he finds it amusing
Dislikes:
• Punk rock - Kay does love most music; but this isn't real music
• Dancing - sometimes it gets boring; and he doesn't like dancing for a long time
• Soccer - he HATES it. probably because he sucks at it
• Getting busted - that's never a good thing
• Shopping - it's so boring, especially with girls. they never stop. the only way he's going is if there's food involved... or if he's dragged along
• Whiners & snobs - need I explain?
• Small, yappy dogs - they just seem to hate him for some reason; right back at ya bitches!
• Cats - they always attack him. maybe animals just hate him
• Heights - if you saw some of the dares he's done, you wouldn't believe it
• Gossip - it's just annoying to hear 24/7; some people just need lives
• Coffee - blegh. really, who drinks this stuff?
• Moody, self-pitying people - again, need I explain?
• Chick Flicks - the only way he's going is if there's food involved... or if he's dragged along
Positive Traits:
Outgoing • Anyone who knows me knows that I'm a very outgoing person. I'm not afraid to walk up to a complete stranger and start talking to them. Really I'm not. Hell, I'd slide my chair closer to the girl next to me in class and pop one of her earbuds into my ear to see what she was listening to on her iPod. Believe me, I've done it before. I guess I'm just not afraid of putting myself out there. What can I say; I'm a very social guy.
Independent • I like to do my own thing, plain and simple. I don't care what other people think about me and I don't follow everyone else around like a brainless monkey either. I'm my own person and that's how I like it. I don't need someone else telling me how to act, what to say or do, or how to dress. I'm pretty sure I can figure out life on my own without hurting myself...too much.
Protective • Hard to believe? No? Well good. I may seem like a laidback guy (or not), but I do get very defensive of people that are close to me. If someone even says one harsh word about a friend or a girl I care about, I'll be quick to stand up for that person.
Singing • Believe it or not, there aren't too many people who are aware of this talent. Maybe because it could possibly stunt my thrill-seeking reputation. No pun intended. Yeah yeah, Taz isn't supposed to care what other people think, blahblahblah. It's not really that, I just think less people would take me seriously if they found out that I sing - wait for it... R&B music. Besides, I don't want people calling me the next Robin Thicke or something.
Negative Traits:
Sarcastic • Oh c'mon, if anything this should be a positive trait right next to intelligent and humorous. That's really all it is... The combination of intelligence and good humor. But I think it's mostly the simple-minded people who hate this one. You know, the air-headed ones who can't even get a blonde joke. Or maybe they just hit too close to home. Kidding.
Not-so-good Influence • Alright so I admit that I'm not the greatest role model. What with the crazy dares and the trouble I get myself into... But you gotta admit, I'm a fun guy to hang around right? C'mon there's no denying that!
Short Attention Span • Well I mean it's not like I'm a little kid or one of those really retarded cats. I'm not gonna jump from topic to topic or start looking around crazily in the middle of a conversation, at least if it's not boring. But sometimes it is hard for me to stay focused, especially if I'm just sitting still doing nothing. My dad actually thought I had ADD when I was younger. But I just can't focus like that. Staying in one spot all day. It's just so... boring. You can't blame me if my mind starts to wander. No wonder I'm always looking for a new thrill. It keeps my mind occupied and the blood rushing.
Can't Follow Directions • Not to say that I'm completely incapable of following directions. I don't know what it is. It just seems like every time I get a specific set of instructions, I always manage to screw them up someway or another. And I don't even try to, I swear. Maybe it goes back to that whole attention span thing. Maybe I just have a bad memory. Who knows.
Proud • Ok so it's not like I'm exactly arrogant or anything. (Although I am aware of the fact that there's something attractive about me.) But I just don't like asking for help or hand-outs, no matter how much shit I get into. My pride just won't let me beg for things or ask others for help. Sometimes I even have a hard time accepting and admitting that I'm wrong about something, but I'm trying to fix that.
Greatest Ambition: Surprisingly enough, it's not to become a famous actor or to go on Broadway. Callum's true ambitions are to someday make it big as a solo R&B artist.
Greatest Fear: Forgetting who he is and where he came from.[/size]
`History ,,
All in all, Callum had a fairly good childhood. He was quite a handful when he was younger, though he still is. He was a loud baby that always demanded attention and definitely kept his parents busy. It's a wonder his parents, being so young, were even able to handle him. From the age of five, it seemed as if Callum was always getting into trouble and it wasn't long before the phrase, "Why is it so quiet... Where's Callum?" became popular in the household; because of course that meant he was always getting into trouble. And he had quite a resume as a kid. Pretending glass plates were steering wheels and accidentally breaking them, dumping food he didn't want into the fish tank, coloring on walls, trying to "dye" his hair with paint, throwing toys at racing ceiling fans, trying to pierce his own ears. Yeah Callum did all of these things and more. And of course the mischief he got into didn't get any more innocent as he grew older.
His parents decided that it would be best to try to occupy him with something safe and productive, so they eventually decided to buy him a guitar and pay for lessons when he was in elementary school. At first it didn't seem as if their plan would work, but Callum came around and actually began to take an interest in the instrument. Though the guitar was successful in occupying his time, he still managed to get himself into trouble and mischief, as was his nature. But despite the fact that he was playing the guitar and slowly developing a new interest in music, he still hadn't discovered his talent in singing at that point. Junior high brought an unexpected change in the social order. Whereas he was fairly popular and the leader of his group of friends in elementary school, junior high brought new relationships and that awkward stage of human development known as puberty.
Callum remembers his middle school years as his worst. He and his old friends had started drifting apart and cliques were starting to form in the school system. It was also during his middle school years - through a required music course - that he discovered his passion for singing. Although he wasn't exactly a natural at it, he had a unique style and voice and he could carry a note. There was nothing a few classes couldn't help. However, when other kids - boys especially - found out that he could sing they made fun of him for it. After all he hadn't been involved in any sports or school activities, so they assumed that he was gay. But it meant all the logic in the world to them: If you're a junior high boy that doesn't play football or basketball, but sings and plays guitar, then clearly you must be gay. So he was picked on often and called names. And since he was scrawny and awkward at the time, it wasn't like there was much he could do about it physically. But then, he got picked on regardless because his sarcasm and his smart mouth always managed to work him into a sticky situation with at least one of the school bullies.
But high school was a different story. Callum was determined to make up for the hell he'd had to go through in junior high. During his high school years, he rebelled more and became more unruly. It was doing his sophomore year of high school that he really started feeding into the thrill-seeking antics and daredevil stunts. He joined sports - namely football and baseball - which made him buff up, and he especially shot up. From 5'5" to 5'10", seemingly overnight. He definitely wasn't getting picked on anymore because he wasn't afraid to kick anyone's butt and everyone knew it. But people were actually starting to... like him? It was a big diference from middle school, where blending in meant everything and being a troublemaker was looked down upon. But in high school people seemed to like his reckless behavior and the sarcasm that came with it.
But one thing he learned in junior high. Be careful who you open up to and what you opened up about. And high school wasn't any better, where gossip got around like a wildfire and reputations were ruined within seconds because of it. So he learned to keep his business to himself, exclusively his. And he'd be damned if he let a soul know about his singing. Nope. He'd rather dote on his reputation as the bold risk-taker and a damned good actor, and play his guitar privately to himself when he locked himself in his room at home. But high school exposed him to many things, the main ones being sex, drugs, and moronic jerks for friends that talked him into doing a countless number of stupid things. But of course it was all thrilling to Callum who at this point was barely being watched by his parents anymore. Not like he was complaining though.
Towards the end of high school, when the time came for Callum to start thinking about college, he knew that he wanted to attend the Washinton University of Arts and major in music. It was his life dream after all. To become a famous and successful R&B singer, solo artist of course. But his dad didn't approve, only because he was so stuck on having his son be the best that he could be. And from his perspective, that could only happen if he majored in acting and went on to do theatre work. After all, Callum's acting was much more solid than his singing and if he pursued a career in acting he was more likely to succeed. They argued about it for months, maybe even a year, before Callum's dad set his decision in stone: either Callum went to WuoA and majored in theatre, or he didn't go at all. Simple as that. Even though this angered Callum to no end, he chose to attend the University anyway. It wasn't that he didn't like acting. Oh no, he loved it. His passion for music just ran deeper, that's all.
Freshman year at WuoA mostly consisted of wild parties, alcohol, sex, and some drugs. Oh and of course stunts. What would Callum Brody be without wild stunts? He was popularly known as a wild partier and a player, maybe even a bit of a ho to some people, but that didn't make him change. If anything it was his own way of acting out his against his dad's strict ruling, a way for Callum to show himself that he did have control over his life and that he could do what he wanted. Near the end of freshmen year, he stopped doing drugs and lightened up his alcohol intake, but the partying and one-night stands remained consistent. But that began to change towards the end of sophomore year. He began to grow bored with his life as a player and the meaningless relationships, or lack thereof, he had with girls. Yearning for something real and concrete, he decided to put an end to all of that and start his junior year off clean. Which he has so far. But the wild parties, stunts, and alcohol? Those aren't going anywhere for a while. After all, they're what define Callum Brody, the Tasmanian Daredevil.
All in all, Callum had a fairly good childhood. He was quite a handful when he was younger, though he still is. He was a loud baby that always demanded attention and definitely kept his parents busy. It's a wonder his parents, being so young, were even able to handle him. From the age of five, it seemed as if Callum was always getting into trouble and it wasn't long before the phrase, "Why is it so quiet... Where's Callum?" became popular in the household; because of course that meant he was always getting into trouble. And he had quite a resume as a kid. Pretending glass plates were steering wheels and accidentally breaking them, dumping food he didn't want into the fish tank, coloring on walls, trying to "dye" his hair with paint, throwing toys at racing ceiling fans, trying to pierce his own ears. Yeah Callum did all of these things and more. And of course the mischief he got into didn't get any more innocent as he grew older.
His parents decided that it would be best to try to occupy him with something safe and productive, so they eventually decided to buy him a guitar and pay for lessons when he was in elementary school. At first it didn't seem as if their plan would work, but Callum came around and actually began to take an interest in the instrument. Though the guitar was successful in occupying his time, he still managed to get himself into trouble and mischief, as was his nature. But despite the fact that he was playing the guitar and slowly developing a new interest in music, he still hadn't discovered his talent in singing at that point. Junior high brought an unexpected change in the social order. Whereas he was fairly popular and the leader of his group of friends in elementary school, junior high brought new relationships and that awkward stage of human development known as puberty.
Callum remembers his middle school years as his worst. He and his old friends had started drifting apart and cliques were starting to form in the school system. It was also during his middle school years - through a required music course - that he discovered his passion for singing. Although he wasn't exactly a natural at it, he had a unique style and voice and he could carry a note. There was nothing a few classes couldn't help. However, when other kids - boys especially - found out that he could sing they made fun of him for it. After all he hadn't been involved in any sports or school activities, so they assumed that he was gay. But it meant all the logic in the world to them: If you're a junior high boy that doesn't play football or basketball, but sings and plays guitar, then clearly you must be gay. So he was picked on often and called names. And since he was scrawny and awkward at the time, it wasn't like there was much he could do about it physically. But then, he got picked on regardless because his sarcasm and his smart mouth always managed to work him into a sticky situation with at least one of the school bullies.
But high school was a different story. Callum was determined to make up for the hell he'd had to go through in junior high. During his high school years, he rebelled more and became more unruly. It was doing his sophomore year of high school that he really started feeding into the thrill-seeking antics and daredevil stunts. He joined sports - namely football and baseball - which made him buff up, and he especially shot up. From 5'5" to 5'10", seemingly overnight. He definitely wasn't getting picked on anymore because he wasn't afraid to kick anyone's butt and everyone knew it. But people were actually starting to... like him? It was a big diference from middle school, where blending in meant everything and being a troublemaker was looked down upon. But in high school people seemed to like his reckless behavior and the sarcasm that came with it.
But one thing he learned in junior high. Be careful who you open up to and what you opened up about. And high school wasn't any better, where gossip got around like a wildfire and reputations were ruined within seconds because of it. So he learned to keep his business to himself, exclusively his. And he'd be damned if he let a soul know about his singing. Nope. He'd rather dote on his reputation as the bold risk-taker and a damned good actor, and play his guitar privately to himself when he locked himself in his room at home. But high school exposed him to many things, the main ones being sex, drugs, and moronic jerks for friends that talked him into doing a countless number of stupid things. But of course it was all thrilling to Callum who at this point was barely being watched by his parents anymore. Not like he was complaining though.
Towards the end of high school, when the time came for Callum to start thinking about college, he knew that he wanted to attend the Washinton University of Arts and major in music. It was his life dream after all. To become a famous and successful R&B singer, solo artist of course. But his dad didn't approve, only because he was so stuck on having his son be the best that he could be. And from his perspective, that could only happen if he majored in acting and went on to do theatre work. After all, Callum's acting was much more solid than his singing and if he pursued a career in acting he was more likely to succeed. They argued about it for months, maybe even a year, before Callum's dad set his decision in stone: either Callum went to WuoA and majored in theatre, or he didn't go at all. Simple as that. Even though this angered Callum to no end, he chose to attend the University anyway. It wasn't that he didn't like acting. Oh no, he loved it. His passion for music just ran deeper, that's all.
Freshman year at WuoA mostly consisted of wild parties, alcohol, sex, and some drugs. Oh and of course stunts. What would Callum Brody be without wild stunts? He was popularly known as a wild partier and a player, maybe even a bit of a ho to some people, but that didn't make him change. If anything it was his own way of acting out his against his dad's strict ruling, a way for Callum to show himself that he did have control over his life and that he could do what he wanted. Near the end of freshmen year, he stopped doing drugs and lightened up his alcohol intake, but the partying and one-night stands remained consistent. But that began to change towards the end of sophomore year. He began to grow bored with his life as a player and the meaningless relationships, or lack thereof, he had with girls. Yearning for something real and concrete, he decided to put an end to all of that and start his junior year off clean. Which he has so far. But the wild parties, stunts, and alcohol? Those aren't going anywhere for a while. After all, they're what define Callum Brody, the Tasmanian Daredevil.
Best Memory: Let's see, best memory... Oh I know! The Christmas before my ninth birthday. I'd been bugging my parents about getting a pet snake for the longest. But my mom hadn't thought I was old enough or responsible enough to take care of a snake, not to mention she was freaked out by them. And whenever I asked my dad, he just gave me one of two responses; either "We'll see," or "Let me think about it." But if I really want something I'm not going to let go of it so easily. So of course I kept nagging them about the snake. My mom was even ready to kick me out the car at one point when she'd picked me up from school.
You can't believe how excited I was when I woke up that Christmas. I was the first one up, which meant that I had to run around the house screaming to get everyone else up. It was a rule that we couldn't open presents until everyone had gotten up. After the entire household had gone half deaf, I tore open anything that had my name on it in the hopes of finding some sort of tank for the snake. Know what I got? Clothes. A book. Home Alone 3. And a guitar. Oh you better believe I was royally pissed. A guitar? In what way was that rugged? Well my mom took me for lessons a few days later and that was the beginning of a new obsession. That was really what first got me into music. So yeah, I ended up forgiving my parents about the whole snake thing... But I never let them forget it.
Worst Memory: "Callum it's not that I don't have faith in your skills as a musician. I just think you would have a far more promising future if you went into acting." From his desk, Callum glared angrily at the doorway where his father stood. His fingers toyed with the red pen laying on the computer desk, but he was quiet. "Your theatre teacher always says how good of an actor you are. I mean you're a natural really, I don't see why you would want to go into music in the first place." Hm let's see, maybe it was because it was something he was passionate about! But he was still quiet. "So you can either go to Washington University of Arts and major in the acting courses, or you can go to a state university. It's your choice. But I won't pay for you to waste your future." His dad paused and then left the room. Sure he could've argued his point better, but what was the point? They always fought about this and his dad never listened. Callum's eyes drifted to his bed and he shook his head with an angry sigh. "Bullshit."
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`Writing Skill ,,
A sample with a character of mine who happens to be a vampire Prince.
It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was out and shining, a nice breeze was blowing, and it was the time of year when it wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold. It was that in-between weather that you could never go wrong with. It was perfect. The day was still early on in the afternoon, but Travis had decided that he just had to get outside. He was sick of sitting around all day and he wanted to see what the rest of the world was up to. Besides, going out in broad daylight always gave him an excuse to wear his favorite black sunglasses, a fashion trend that he'd just recently gotten into over the last decade or so. Surprisingly, Travis wasn't out to dress to impress to today. He had just thrown on a simple white - though slightly transparent - shirt and a pair of jeans with some black gymshoes. Someone he knew surely would've had a heart attack to see the fellow walking in public in such name-brandless attire. But he was just going to the graveyard anyway. How many vampires headed over there at this hour? Most of them tended to go later at night, though he thought that it was mostly for the whole horror effect: vampires and ghosts wandering through deserted cemeteries late at night to hold secret meetings with werewolves. That kind of thing. Of course that was only bullshit that a mere mortal would think of, but he still had suspicions that some of the fledglings still thought it was cool. The bunch of losers they were.
Travis stopped when he reached the iron gates that surrounded the village's small graveyard. Even at his short height (which regrettably was only five-foot-five), the gates were still short enough to merely step over. He rolled his eyes in annoyance as he easily placed one leg over the gates, and than the other. Whoever had originally built this village before Kindred had come was an idiot. After all, what was the point of having a gate if it wouldn't do much to keep intruders out? And he doubted it had just been placed there for mere decoration. Nevertheless it still added a touch of individualism to the graveyard, however strange it was. As Travis stood just inside the cast iron gates, he carefully studied the cemetery from behind his dark shades. He had to admit, it wasn't as beautiful as it was at night. In daylight, the sun roughly hit each boring, gray tombstone and cast a warm feeling over the grass and the actual cemetery itself. It was just so boring. But at night, shadows fell over every grave and flitted around the few trees that were there. It was always a lot quieter at night and you could hear every single tree branch creaking, the crickets chirping, the wind ruffling the wild, unkempt grass. And the moon always did an excellent job of adding an eerie touch to the whole scene. And if you were lucky, a layer of fog might even rise up along the ground late at night.
But instead he was standing here in the drab light of the afternoon sun, receiving none of the effects he truly desired. The elder's jaw locked in place as he swiftly moved through the cemetery, passing the burial sites of people he could care less about. He knew where he was going and he didn't need to look at the names of worthless souls to get there. He finally stopped at one of the larger tombstones with the name "Moenig" etched across the base. It was a fancy thing to look at, with careful designs etched into the tomb's face and a silver cross fixed into its center. The top of the tomb was broad, flat, and devoid of any silly statuesque figurines like angels or sculptures or the like. Travis peered up at the large tombstone, placing it to be about a foot taller than himself, before swiftly leaping up to sit on its flat top. The surface was made of smooth marble and felt cool beneath his palms. He allowed a small smile of content to flit across his face as he brought his legs up and stretched them out along the head of the tombstone. He often came here to enjoy the nightly sights of the graveyard or just to think quietly to himself. Or sometimes, even wait for someone to come meandering innocently through the graveyard and look up in surprise to see a very young looking guy resting on the top of a grave. He always got a kick out of that one.
[/size][/center]A sample with a character of mine who happens to be a vampire Prince.
It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was out and shining, a nice breeze was blowing, and it was the time of year when it wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold. It was that in-between weather that you could never go wrong with. It was perfect. The day was still early on in the afternoon, but Travis had decided that he just had to get outside. He was sick of sitting around all day and he wanted to see what the rest of the world was up to. Besides, going out in broad daylight always gave him an excuse to wear his favorite black sunglasses, a fashion trend that he'd just recently gotten into over the last decade or so. Surprisingly, Travis wasn't out to dress to impress to today. He had just thrown on a simple white - though slightly transparent - shirt and a pair of jeans with some black gymshoes. Someone he knew surely would've had a heart attack to see the fellow walking in public in such name-brandless attire. But he was just going to the graveyard anyway. How many vampires headed over there at this hour? Most of them tended to go later at night, though he thought that it was mostly for the whole horror effect: vampires and ghosts wandering through deserted cemeteries late at night to hold secret meetings with werewolves. That kind of thing. Of course that was only bullshit that a mere mortal would think of, but he still had suspicions that some of the fledglings still thought it was cool. The bunch of losers they were.
Travis stopped when he reached the iron gates that surrounded the village's small graveyard. Even at his short height (which regrettably was only five-foot-five), the gates were still short enough to merely step over. He rolled his eyes in annoyance as he easily placed one leg over the gates, and than the other. Whoever had originally built this village before Kindred had come was an idiot. After all, what was the point of having a gate if it wouldn't do much to keep intruders out? And he doubted it had just been placed there for mere decoration. Nevertheless it still added a touch of individualism to the graveyard, however strange it was. As Travis stood just inside the cast iron gates, he carefully studied the cemetery from behind his dark shades. He had to admit, it wasn't as beautiful as it was at night. In daylight, the sun roughly hit each boring, gray tombstone and cast a warm feeling over the grass and the actual cemetery itself. It was just so boring. But at night, shadows fell over every grave and flitted around the few trees that were there. It was always a lot quieter at night and you could hear every single tree branch creaking, the crickets chirping, the wind ruffling the wild, unkempt grass. And the moon always did an excellent job of adding an eerie touch to the whole scene. And if you were lucky, a layer of fog might even rise up along the ground late at night.
But instead he was standing here in the drab light of the afternoon sun, receiving none of the effects he truly desired. The elder's jaw locked in place as he swiftly moved through the cemetery, passing the burial sites of people he could care less about. He knew where he was going and he didn't need to look at the names of worthless souls to get there. He finally stopped at one of the larger tombstones with the name "Moenig" etched across the base. It was a fancy thing to look at, with careful designs etched into the tomb's face and a silver cross fixed into its center. The top of the tomb was broad, flat, and devoid of any silly statuesque figurines like angels or sculptures or the like. Travis peered up at the large tombstone, placing it to be about a foot taller than himself, before swiftly leaping up to sit on its flat top. The surface was made of smooth marble and felt cool beneath his palms. He allowed a small smile of content to flit across his face as he brought his legs up and stretched them out along the head of the tombstone. He often came here to enjoy the nightly sights of the graveyard or just to think quietly to himself. Or sometimes, even wait for someone to come meandering innocently through the graveyard and look up in surprise to see a very young looking guy resting on the top of a grave. He always got a kick out of that one.
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: Neia
Age: 17
Role-playing experience: 5 years
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