Post by aspen colombia cullen. on Sept 28, 2009 13:32:04 GMT -5
age and birthday ,[/color] seventeen. february fourth, nineteen ninety two.
height ,[/color] six foot.
body type ,[/color] athletic, muscular, jacked, toned, etc.
sexuality ,[/color] bisexual.
relationship status ,[/color] single.
play - by ,[/color] taylor lautner.
group ,[/color] tourist.[/ul]
-rough sex.
-animals.
-thunderstorms.
-soccer.
-swimming.
-working out.
-winning.
-drawing.
-reading.
-writing.
-playing guitar.
-making people happy.
dislikes ,[/color]
-children.
-ignorance.
-stereotypes.
-alcohol.
-being quiet.
-sitting still.
-football.
-smokers.
-blood.
-drama.
-school.
-boring people.
fears ,[/color]
-his father.
-spiders.
-rats.
-mice.
-muddy water.
-blood.
-hurting someone.
-losing his mother.
habits ,[/color]
-pops his neck.
-stares.
-bites his lip.
-chews on his pencils.
flaws ,[/color]
-he can be moody.
-he laughs too much.
-he's too loud.
-he's too secretive.
personality ,[/color]
-funny.
-sporty.
-loud.
-secretive.
-caring.
-protective.
-rebel.
-artistic.
-fast-learner.
-intelligent.
-scared.
-emotional.
-brave.
-romantic.
-valiant.
-loyal.
-sarcastic.
-proud.
-tough.
-corny.[/ul]
-angela noelle cullen. mother. thirty six. doctor.
-josiah anthony austin. father. thirty eight. deceased.
-scott felix cullen. step father. thirty nine. doctor.
siblings ,[/color] none.
other family ,[/color] none.
history ,[/color]
born on february fourth, nineteen ninety two, aspen colombia cullen was born to angela noelle austin and josiah anthony austin of cheyenne, wyoming. he didn't cry at all, he just stared up at the people who were staring down at him and let out a shrill little giggle. from that moment on, he was able to warm the hearts of almost anyone around him. growing up, aspen was given anything and everything. he never had to ask for anything nor did he get the chance to earn it, which was something he hated. so, from the age of twelve, he has hidden his wealth from his friends in hopes that they won't use him for his money. when he was fourteen years old, he accidentally killed his father, josiah. it was an accident, but he hated his father more than anything. his father continually raped him from the ages of nine and a half to fourteen when his mother wasn't home. in a desperate attempt to get away from him, aspen shoved a carving knife into his dad's right eye and his temple, killing him on impact. he didn't cry, he just stared until the police and ambulance came. he was sent to a mental hospital for a year for borderline personality disorder, depression, self mutilation and panic disorders. shortly after coming back to cheyenne, he discovered that his mother had married her boss, who had made it clear in the past that he had wanted her. he couldn't really say he was ecstatic about it, but he was happy.
the years went by with no mention with what had happened, but aspen suspected that they talked about it behind his back. life still went on though. he became best friends with a girl he had met over the computer, even though he had never met her in real life. and then one day she sent him an email saying that she wanted him to come down and actually meet her. he had never felt so happy in his entire life. though he had only seen a few pictures of her, she was the most gorgeous girl he had ever laid eyes on. though his mom and step dad didn't really approve, he was on a plane to hilo, hawaii the next day to meet the girl, he was sure, was his true love.[/ul]
age ,[/color] fourteen. i'm underage, so i won't be having sexy times with you! =P
years of experience ,[/color] two. ^_^
gender ,[/color] the last time i checked, i'm a guy. ^_^
anything else ,[/color] nope.
role playing sample ,[/color]
jacob could see the guilt in her eyes. he hated how she could just so happily choose one thing one minute, but when she finally realized that she had hurt someone, she felt guilty. he bit down on his lip to keep from saying something he would regret later. he wasn't here to throw insults in her face or fight with her. he was here to finally free himself from her and move on with his life. she looked at her feet as she set back down on the couch. "will you please look at me? when you look at your feet it's like i'm talking to a freaking wall." he said softly. he know understood what she had gone through it was like there wasn't life anymore. like time had stopped completely and he was just left standing there. he had to admit, he missed her company and he still loved her a little bit, but it was over now. she couldn't have his heart anymore. she didn't deserve it.
he stared down into her eyes as she spoke to him. still brown. still beautiful. he couldn't help but get lost in them like he always did. he sneered at her and rolled his eyes. "i'm sorry swan. i'll remember that next time" he said, switching his weight over to his left side. he stared at her as she got up and went into the kitchen. he stood where he was, looking at his over-sized feet. her anger wasn't anywhere near what he felt. in a hundred years or so, she would forget about him and her family. she wouldn't remember him standing her, trying his best not to cry in front of her or how hard he had fought for her or how the cullen's had left her. she wouldn't remember how she could sit down all the time and read and entire book in one day or how they sat down in his little garage all day and drink warm cokes all day. or how she tripped over everything and how she blushed at everything people aid about her. all she would remember was them.
he finally realized how pathetic he had been. fighting over a girl who was already marked for dead as soon as she entered this tiny little town. she had been a lost cause and he should have known that. he had been so obsessed with her that his grades had started to slip and that he forgot that his father actually needed his help. he should have known that they would have came back for her and that she would run back to them with open arms. he felt a single tear slide down his cheek and he wiped it away. he could cry again later, but now he had to get this over with. he sighed and walked into the kitchen where she now sat. he leaned against the door way and let out another low sigh. he looked back up at her as she spoke. he felt his eyebrows knit together and he clenched his fists. "i don't want your damn head on a platter bella. just because i'm pissed at you doesn't mean i want you dead." he hissed loudly. he felt his body begin to shake and he took in a few deep breaths. after he settled down, he walked to her kitchen table and sat down. he looked her in the face and took in a deep breath. "bella, i'm leaving this hell hole tomorrow. i'm through. he wins. he can have you. i'm through fighting for a lost cause and for someone who will never want me. there's no point in it. i'll never be good enough you'll always go running back to them. this is the last time you'll ever see me and i mean it." he said, getting up from his spot. "but in a hundred years or so, when you see little kids running to their moms at the park or see an old couple eating at a diner together, i want you to know what you gave up so you could have your happy ever after." he said, feeling the warm tears sliding down his face again.[/ul][/size][/color][/font]
