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| User: | bandaidbandit (219189) |
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| Name: | bandaidbandit | |||||||||
| E-mail: | kathlc2000@aol.com | |||||||||
| Bio: | OOC Name:Kat Age: 18 Email:Kathlc2000@aol.com AIM/MSN/YIM/Other: mercurypeasoup Previous RP experience(if you have none, give me an example of your writing): RPed a bunch with peeps from FF.net, and other threads on forums and such. Their names off the top of my head, I don't remember.. I mostly write outside of RPing, but it's where I got my start, and I aspire to be a writer. If you really want to read some of my work, just IM me and I'll show ya :D What kind of daiquiris do the mods like?: banana! Oh yes, I read the rules ^^ IC Name: Trevor Calvin Age/DOB: October 12th, 1990 Gender: male Sexuality: Not obviously, but he is, in the politically correct term, "bisexual." Physical Description: Average height,lean, kinda gruff. He has dark hair and light eyes, and his style isn't anything outrageously crazy. Personality: Mostly blunt, just because he hates beating around the bush, because it is quite troublesome. Usually goes along with whatever happens, and can be crude. He spends most of his time sleeping or walking about. He isn't very tidy or obsessive about anything, including his own style. Trevor takes a long time to think about what he wants to say, because he doesn't waste time with words that aren't worth saying. He's very patient, and it takes a lot to get him angry. Despite being quite laid back, he is social. He seems to make friends quite easily, and drama doesn't really stick to him. He never complains about anything, and isn't usually the one to start conversation. Trevor loves music, and the only thing he really does outside of sleep and walk is play on his acoustic guitar. History: Just a look at him, and you'd think he was just your average boy. If you saw how his parents took care of him, and how he took care of his younger brother, you would think he'd be able to bring home the perfect girl for mama and papa. But when he brought home the complete opposite, his loving family knew there was something wrong. Getting dumped by the drummer of his band didn't really stir him up as much as it should have, but getting sent to a 'correctional' school ticked him off enough to make up for it. He was born in Seattle, two years before his younger brother was born. He grew up in a pleasant environment, his family not too dysfunctional, not highly religious. His father made it clear that homosexuality was out of the question, and shunned anyone who was friendly to their own sex. His mother defended the gays, saying, "I have a couple gay friends, you know!" His mother had him learning classical piano, but it wasn't long until he found his love for guitar. Saving up for one by excessive baby-sitting, he bought one at the age of twelve. Since then he has tuned his playing skills, joined a band at the age of 16. Aaannd... This is where he met Ryan. Having never had a girlfriend, he never really understood why guys always drooled over girls. But once his bassist friend introduced him to Ryan, the drummer, he felt all the feelings that his friends described to him. Wasn't long before they were meeting secretly, and nobody told Trevor that it was wrong or right. It just felt that way to him, and it was too troublesome to think more on it. All he knew was that when practice time came around, he got a small tingling sensation, and he liked it. He just liked being around Ryan. He thought his parents would like him too. His parents knew that there wasn't much that they could do themselves, and they needed a place where Trevor could be safe from the cruel world, even if he didn't percieve it that way. Getting used to the jet lag from Seattle to Minnesota, he had his first airplane trip. Student/Faculty (please list position eg. Math Teacher, English Teacher, Cafeteria worker etc): Student List of Classes (must have seven if student/four if teacher): Creative writing, Pre-calculus, Astronomy, AP Psychology, Jap I/II, Gym, Intro to Music. List of Clubs (optional): none List of Sports (optional: Swimming Have you asked us to hold your PB?: yes! :D IC AIM: bandaidbandit90 Sample Writings: IC Journal Example (at least 150 words, 1st person, can be linked in from your journal): Well this isn't awkward at all. New school, new life, no friends... yet. So bothersome. To make friends all over again. I guess this is prime punishment, right? My beautiful "mother" tells me I should keep a journal so when I've changed out of my wrong ways I can look back on my sinful speech with scorn. So much for her gay friends. Anyway, enough ranting. Found my room on the 4th floor, shabby and all. And journal, if you knew me, you'd know that the first thing I did was plop myself right down on that bed (which wasn't as military-hard as I thought it would be) and fall asleep. This place just keeps on surprising me. Nobody even bothered me or anything. They just let me sleep the day away. I'm not complaining. I've signed up for a few good classes, well, at least I hope they're good. I don't know how this school runs their business, if we're a snobby private school, or a bad-boy punishment school. It's mind-wrecking to think of it at the moment. Man, why couldn't dad let me off with a warning? Hopefully it won't be hard to find someone with similar interests. Maybe a girl. Who likes me. In the way that I like guys. Hot damn. IC Log Example (at 150 words, 3rd person): Chuckling softly to himself, Trevor silently praised the irony of it all. Standing there, holding his lunch tray, watching people laugh and chatter endlessly, mixing together so perfectly, like water into a cup. There he was, exiled from home to be with people like him. This was supposed to make him straight how, again? For the sake of the cure, he sat at a side table, facing the wall to keep himself from checking out any innocent bystanders. He started on his bagel, munching thoughtfully. A fleeting thought of his brother passed behind closed lids, and the slight smirk he had lurking about his mouth faded. 'What does he think of me? Does he know?' The thought hadn't occurred to him until much longer after the fact. He pushed it away physically, running a hand sharply through his hair, almost in a comforting fashion. 'Forget about all that.' He watched his plate morosely, placing his bagel slice down slowly. | |||||||||
| Interests: | 6: guitar, japanese., music, piano, sleep, walking | |||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||||||
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| Account type: | Free Patient | |||||||||
