Post by gary jamison becke on Sept 5, 2009 21:40:58 GMT -5
age and birthday ,[/color] sixteen; july 4, 1992
height ,[/color] 5' 4"
body type ,[/color] thin; muscular
sexuality ,[/color] bisexual
relationship status ,[/color] single
play - by ,[/color] alex evans
group ,[/color] high school student[/ul]
dislikes ,[/color] dogs, adults, children under 10, school, white, television, homophobes, seniors, parents, siblings, and mice.
fears ,[/color] fire, depression, death, failing, rejection, becoming a scape-goat, total isolation.
habits ,[/color] biting his nails, licking his lips, swallowing hard when nervous, flinching at touch, procrastination.
flaws ,[/color] fears others, anxiety, rage episodes, short-temper, too flirtatious, rejects friendship.
personality ,[/color] being a younger brother, gary is used to being picked on by the other kids. he is labeled as "weird," "emo," and many other harsh names. because of this, he prefers to keep to himself, pushing away adults and peers who try to pry into his social and personal life. gary always has a small, leather-bound notebook with him, where he spills his dreams, fears, and emotions every night. his greatest fear is for someone to read it, so he hides it under a loose floorboard below his bed. however, gary can be quite outgoing, though his sexual orientation is still up to debate. usually, he won't be as pushy with men, but more so with women. though shy, gary is quite kind to the female species, although his fear of men usually interferes with any successful flirting. since gary has very low self esteem, it can be hard for him to make friends with others, as he fears of their quick judgment. thus, gary shies away from new friends and counselors, who attempt to reach out and help. [/ul]
siblings ,[/color] tony becke (19)
other family ,[/color] deceased
history ,[/color] like most angsty teens, gary has probems at home. his father is a plummer, and his mother is a house-maid. there's little money going in and too much going out at the becke house. ron suffers severe alcoholism, and spends most of the income on wine, while his mother is a smoker, and spends all her income on cigarettes, leaving little for food or home payments. they've been evicted from three apartments, forcing gary to change three schools all in one year. gary never does anything intentionally to upset his father, and stays well out of his way most of the time. because ron grew up in germany, his accent makes him hard to understand, especially with his clients. maddie came from ireland with her grandparents to find a better life. it had been accidental that they had gary, since they hadn't wished for a second child. in fact, they hated all children but his older brother, and ignored gary most of his life.
likewise, they discouraged interaction between gary and tony, at least on gary's part. tony had freedom in the house, so ron and maddie never broke up fighting between the boys. they believed it could toughen gary up, for he clung to his mother. tony and gary soom grew to despise each other, and tony took pleasure in hurting gary in whatever form pssible. the more degrading and embarrassing the action, the more tony enjoyed it, and the more secluded gary became. at school, the shy behavior was noticed by his teachers, but gary moved schools before anyone found out. recently, he'd been removed from his home, after suspected sexual abuse from his father, and now lives in a foster home.
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age ,[/color] 15
years of experience ,[/color] 4
gender ,[/color] female
anything else ,[/color] nope
role playing sample ,[/color]
Yet again did Cloudysky feel like a total loser. There were so many days he wished that he could just… disappear, but the forest was his home, now. Terror shot through him like a lightning bolt. What if Ravenstorm was only being modest, and not actually telling Cloudysky the whole truth? The ex loner had met a lot of liars in his lifetime, but never did he ever think the deputy to be one of those. Cautiously, he let his body slide over the ground, standing up only to lock eyes on the black warrior. Ravenstaum… aim tarrabuly sorreh ‘baut dat as well… yew’d beh ah gureat huntah. Bowing his head modestly, he sat there.
"you wanna go hunt with me?"
Cloudysky’s ears pricked up. Hunting? With the deputy? Cloudysky beamed with an inner pride, but those rays would have to stay in his chest for now. There was no use getting excited over something that was bound not to happen. And even if Ravenstorm accepted him to go hunting, it was probably a pass or fail test. That wasn’t to say… Of course, Cloudysky trusted his deputy, but something inside him just said no. Something… something totally inside him that he had never felt it before. It was like a conscience of sorts, a little voice inside his head telling him something… something… Again, the tabby warrior flicked his ear. Shehr, Ravenstaum. Ai’s luv tah gew hauntin’ wit’ yew. Guild cascaded over his heart, and Cloudysky ignored the feeling all together.
His eyes traveled to the lush outdoors of MountainClan forest. Even though most of the territory was mountains, there were still plenty of forests around here. And memories… Cloudyky didn’t know what was going on, but lately, he had seen images of other cats, cats he didn’t know. He had seen a black cat with dark green eyes just a mouse length away from the border, and a few more lengths down he spotted a gray tabby cat, having dull blue eyes. The strangest part was near the leaders den, when a young tabby kitten would appear to him, his lush pupils covered with a thick film of scar tissue. Those visions followed him everywhere.
"haven't been hunting in a while, i might as well brush up on it again."
Me neither, thought the warrior unhappily. Maybe this cat could show him some secrets of the trade. Ewkeh, mewed Cloudysky energetically, waving his tail with a sudden grace. He padded away from Ravenstorm, heading in the direction of the forest when suddenly--
Cloudysky stopped. He could see the end of the forest, and into the snowy glaciers. Two cats stood together, one on the chest of the other. A dark gray cat pushed a light, sandy pelted apprentice. Cloudysky could only see the gray one’s back. Though he could not hear what they were both saying, he made out the name “Whitepaw.” Whipping his tail, Cloudysky inched forewarns to get a glimpse of the cats when there was a sound.
A guest of wind blew the cat off balance, his ears ringing with a bloodcurdling scream. Snow and leaves whipped around him, and the tabby braced himself. He lifted his head to try and make out the figures once again, but they had vanished.
Ded… ded yew see thaut? Asked Cloudysky, turning to Ravenstorm. Whew… whew is Whitepaw?
"you wanna go hunt with me?"
Cloudysky’s ears pricked up. Hunting? With the deputy? Cloudysky beamed with an inner pride, but those rays would have to stay in his chest for now. There was no use getting excited over something that was bound not to happen. And even if Ravenstorm accepted him to go hunting, it was probably a pass or fail test. That wasn’t to say… Of course, Cloudysky trusted his deputy, but something inside him just said no. Something… something totally inside him that he had never felt it before. It was like a conscience of sorts, a little voice inside his head telling him something… something… Again, the tabby warrior flicked his ear. Shehr, Ravenstaum. Ai’s luv tah gew hauntin’ wit’ yew. Guild cascaded over his heart, and Cloudysky ignored the feeling all together.
His eyes traveled to the lush outdoors of MountainClan forest. Even though most of the territory was mountains, there were still plenty of forests around here. And memories… Cloudyky didn’t know what was going on, but lately, he had seen images of other cats, cats he didn’t know. He had seen a black cat with dark green eyes just a mouse length away from the border, and a few more lengths down he spotted a gray tabby cat, having dull blue eyes. The strangest part was near the leaders den, when a young tabby kitten would appear to him, his lush pupils covered with a thick film of scar tissue. Those visions followed him everywhere.
"haven't been hunting in a while, i might as well brush up on it again."
Me neither, thought the warrior unhappily. Maybe this cat could show him some secrets of the trade. Ewkeh, mewed Cloudysky energetically, waving his tail with a sudden grace. He padded away from Ravenstorm, heading in the direction of the forest when suddenly--
Cloudysky stopped. He could see the end of the forest, and into the snowy glaciers. Two cats stood together, one on the chest of the other. A dark gray cat pushed a light, sandy pelted apprentice. Cloudysky could only see the gray one’s back. Though he could not hear what they were both saying, he made out the name “Whitepaw.” Whipping his tail, Cloudysky inched forewarns to get a glimpse of the cats when there was a sound.
A guest of wind blew the cat off balance, his ears ringing with a bloodcurdling scream. Snow and leaves whipped around him, and the tabby braced himself. He lifted his head to try and make out the figures once again, but they had vanished.
Ded… ded yew see thaut? Asked Cloudysky, turning to Ravenstorm. Whew… whew is Whitepaw?
