Post by joedy on Jul 25, 2007 16:52:49 GMT -5
Personal Information
Name:Joedy
Ways to contact you: Silver_shady@comcast.net
Other Characters that you play: --
How did you find this place: Friend
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Character Information:
Character's Name:Sunday V. Halacre
Age:17
Grade:12
Height:5'6
Hair color:Pink/Blue/Blonde/Other [not at the same time usually]
Eye color: a dark hazel
Other Family Members:
Father: Samuell Nathan Day Halacre
Uncle: Timmy Halacre
Aunt: Jeneane Halacre
Cousins: Tabitha, Kennedy
Personality [/u]
Sunday isn't very hard to please, but hard to impress. He is very sure of himself, but not to the point of cockyness, though he does get blamed for being cocky. He pays attention in three classes- English, Science, and Photography, because he does well in those. He doesn't like to do things that aren't challenging, or impossible to get. Which is a complete contradiction to itself, but that's Sunday. He picks up on things, pays attention to tiny detail, but it's hard to grasp a huge picture. He always wanted to write a book, but never could do to his attention to small things in short stories that can go unexplained where in a novel everything must tie together and make something big.
Sunday can be very scatter brained, yet in his head it makes sense. The thick stack of miscellaneous papers shoved into a folder is actually coordinated in his mind. He tends to be quite the talker in class, forgetting to turn things in but doing just fine on the tests.
Sunday has a mild case of ADD, which he keeps secret to himself as well as the fact that his former lover had died of AIDS. He doesn't like talking about them, because it brings back painful memories. His father had been terrified he'd caught the horrible virus, but it seemed that he was clean when he was tested. Call it a case of 'lucking out'. Guess who'll be the one to die in a freak accident involving an ironing board and dish soap? Haha.
Likes:
Talking
Reading/Writing
Painting though he sucks at it
Animals
Mechanics
Music
Keyboard
Photography
Dislikes:
Disease
Bitey bugs
Seeing someone being mistreated
Not knowing things
Doing assignments
Cleaning
Appearance
Sunday may be short, but he is in great physical shape. He has no six pack, but he is toned and supple. He has a natural knack for some sports, like tennis and soccer. Those are both games he and his father play on off occasions when they get to spend family time together.
Sunday's hair color changes like crazy. one day you'll see him with pink hair, the next with brown or black, and the next with blue. He is naturally very blonde in hair color, but loves change so much that he never keeps it one color for long.
Sunday has a few piercings, but fairly subtle ones. He has his ears pierced multiple times, and his right eye brow has a thin silver ring through it. He has plenty of scars on his knees and arms, but nothing noticeable.
Sunday's demeanor isn't overbearing or meek, but just friendly and cordial. He doesn't mind a good conversation with someone, no matter who they were. He certainly didn't believe in 'there's a great good in everyone', but even jackasses can make a good point. His voice isn't feminine, but it certainly isn't deep. He loves the fact that he doesn't need to shave his face, and does in fact shave his legs.
History:
Sunday was born in a small hometown hospital in California to Samuel Nathan Day Halacre, and Denika Halacre, The two were high school sweethearts who got a little too passionate and a little too careless in their senior year and Denika ended up pregnant. She seemed loving enough, up until Sunday's second birthday when she bailed out on her new family for another man. So Sam was stuck raising a kid by himself, and he was okay with that. His work was very understanding and allowed him to bring the toddler with him to work every day, where Sunday sat and colored happily on the floor of his daddy's office.
Sunday and his father have a very good relationship, which is understanding and lenient, yet structured enough to make sure Sunday didn't get into trouble. He didn't have much of a curfew, but he did call his father and tell him he was okay and what was going on. Sunday was more responsible than he put off, and even if he was doing something illegal, his dad would know.
Sunday grew into his early school years, where teachers found he was smart but simply preoccupied with other things. His father took him in to the doctor's office where he was diagnosed with a very mild case of ADD. He wouldn't need medication, but he would need to learn to focus properly.
All through elementary and Junior High Sunday was a successful student- in social terms, of course. He wasn't one of the people that were passed with awe on expressions, but he was someone that yuo simply had no reason to dislike. He was focused, usually, and fun as well as energetic and happy. A really bad habit he had was to be pretend to be happy. Even if he was having the worst day of his life, ready to take pills or something or thing about it, he was always smiling and greeting with hugs and dancing. It was a weird concept that Sunday HAD problems he worried about. But his toughest problem he had faced was the day he found out Hunter, his boyfriend, had contracted AIDS. His first fear was that he would lose him, his second that he had probably caught it as well. His father took him in to be tested, but weirdly he came out clean. He had read in history class that there were people that were immune, but he just thought it was a screw-up in luck.
Hunter died in the hospital six months after being admitted into its care, with Sunday by his side. He had taken online classes so he could be there for Hunter, but he wasn't doing so well. Hunter had been raised in a fairly poor family, and was thin and gaunt and unhealthy to begin with. This really affected Sunday. He was never quite the same on the inside, and some spark in him died. He was still that same seemingly happy person, but his eyes held something new in them. Pain.
Now he was coming back to school. He had basically taken his Junior year online, and his Senior year would be spent in the public school. He couldn't tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but either way he'd make it work.
Password: The adventure has just begun
RP Sample This is from another site.
Tae gulped, a lump forming in his throat. Arms were wrapped around one another, fingers tight on his skin, a wince-like look on his usually blank face. He'd never been fired before. It was a stupid concept, to be sad that you got let go. It was like when the straight A student got a B on the final test. It was crushing, but in a completely stupid, obsessive compulsive way it made him want to laugh and cry at the same time. But another part of him was afraid. Terrified. If he couldn't manage to get another job... They'd be late on rent. If they went on too long like that, they'd get kicked out. Then...
Then they'd have to go to their mother's house again.
The thought sent a chill up his arms, tiny bumps forming quietly on the skin. Tae almost jumped when he heard his little brother, shrugging. He didn't want to explain. Each moment of silence was like a relief. Then he could think. But Que kept asking and asking... He snapped, irritated with his brother and showing it for the first time in a long while. "I got fired , okay?!" He sighed, voice a little shaky. All this fret over work, going there on three hours of sleep and busting his ass for a paycheck and now they kicked him out for missing part of one day. f**k. This was going to kill him. Where else would he get a job?! Taking a deep breath, Tae stood up, hands pushing him from the wall. He didn't look at his brother, but rather moved into the kitchen, digging under the sink and finding cleaning solution, a rag. He began to clean the kitchen, starting with the counters.
Tae didn't know how to handle this on his own. He was only eighteen, and Que was what, sixteen? Seventeen? There was no way he could support himself. A wave of protectiveness hit him. Hard. There was no way in hell he was going to let Que go back home, even if he wanted to. Kidnap, if possible since Que hated their old home, would be an option, in his mind. Anything was better than subjecting him to their stepfather, the secret heavy on his shoulders. He owndered if his mother would ever believe what he told her. He doubted it greatly.
Scrubbing the counter, he continued to think sporadically, hoping his brother would go.. Do something. Tae didn't want Que-Min seeing him like this. He knew he probably looked insane. Face in an odd expression, scrubbing crazily. He was just overwhelmed. He hoped Que didn't become afraid of him.
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Name:Joedy
Ways to contact you: Silver_shady@comcast.net
Other Characters that you play: --
How did you find this place: Friend
Anything else we need to know about you?:[/b--.
Character Information:
Character's Name:Sunday V. Halacre
Age:17
Grade:12
Height:5'6
Hair color:Pink/Blue/Blonde/Other [not at the same time usually]
Eye color: a dark hazel
Other Family Members:
Father: Samuell Nathan Day Halacre
Uncle: Timmy Halacre
Aunt: Jeneane Halacre
Cousins: Tabitha, Kennedy
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Personality [/u]
Sunday isn't very hard to please, but hard to impress. He is very sure of himself, but not to the point of cockyness, though he does get blamed for being cocky. He pays attention in three classes- English, Science, and Photography, because he does well in those. He doesn't like to do things that aren't challenging, or impossible to get. Which is a complete contradiction to itself, but that's Sunday. He picks up on things, pays attention to tiny detail, but it's hard to grasp a huge picture. He always wanted to write a book, but never could do to his attention to small things in short stories that can go unexplained where in a novel everything must tie together and make something big.
Sunday can be very scatter brained, yet in his head it makes sense. The thick stack of miscellaneous papers shoved into a folder is actually coordinated in his mind. He tends to be quite the talker in class, forgetting to turn things in but doing just fine on the tests.
Sunday has a mild case of ADD, which he keeps secret to himself as well as the fact that his former lover had died of AIDS. He doesn't like talking about them, because it brings back painful memories. His father had been terrified he'd caught the horrible virus, but it seemed that he was clean when he was tested. Call it a case of 'lucking out'. Guess who'll be the one to die in a freak accident involving an ironing board and dish soap? Haha.
Likes:
Talking
Reading/Writing
Painting though he sucks at it
Animals
Mechanics
Music
Keyboard
Photography
Dislikes:
Disease
Bitey bugs
Seeing someone being mistreated
Not knowing things
Doing assignments
Cleaning
Appearance
Sunday may be short, but he is in great physical shape. He has no six pack, but he is toned and supple. He has a natural knack for some sports, like tennis and soccer. Those are both games he and his father play on off occasions when they get to spend family time together.
Sunday's hair color changes like crazy. one day you'll see him with pink hair, the next with brown or black, and the next with blue. He is naturally very blonde in hair color, but loves change so much that he never keeps it one color for long.
Sunday has a few piercings, but fairly subtle ones. He has his ears pierced multiple times, and his right eye brow has a thin silver ring through it. He has plenty of scars on his knees and arms, but nothing noticeable.
Sunday's demeanor isn't overbearing or meek, but just friendly and cordial. He doesn't mind a good conversation with someone, no matter who they were. He certainly didn't believe in 'there's a great good in everyone', but even jackasses can make a good point. His voice isn't feminine, but it certainly isn't deep. He loves the fact that he doesn't need to shave his face, and does in fact shave his legs.
History:
Sunday was born in a small hometown hospital in California to Samuel Nathan Day Halacre, and Denika Halacre, The two were high school sweethearts who got a little too passionate and a little too careless in their senior year and Denika ended up pregnant. She seemed loving enough, up until Sunday's second birthday when she bailed out on her new family for another man. So Sam was stuck raising a kid by himself, and he was okay with that. His work was very understanding and allowed him to bring the toddler with him to work every day, where Sunday sat and colored happily on the floor of his daddy's office.
Sunday and his father have a very good relationship, which is understanding and lenient, yet structured enough to make sure Sunday didn't get into trouble. He didn't have much of a curfew, but he did call his father and tell him he was okay and what was going on. Sunday was more responsible than he put off, and even if he was doing something illegal, his dad would know.
Sunday grew into his early school years, where teachers found he was smart but simply preoccupied with other things. His father took him in to the doctor's office where he was diagnosed with a very mild case of ADD. He wouldn't need medication, but he would need to learn to focus properly.
All through elementary and Junior High Sunday was a successful student- in social terms, of course. He wasn't one of the people that were passed with awe on expressions, but he was someone that yuo simply had no reason to dislike. He was focused, usually, and fun as well as energetic and happy. A really bad habit he had was to be pretend to be happy. Even if he was having the worst day of his life, ready to take pills or something or thing about it, he was always smiling and greeting with hugs and dancing. It was a weird concept that Sunday HAD problems he worried about. But his toughest problem he had faced was the day he found out Hunter, his boyfriend, had contracted AIDS. His first fear was that he would lose him, his second that he had probably caught it as well. His father took him in to be tested, but weirdly he came out clean. He had read in history class that there were people that were immune, but he just thought it was a screw-up in luck.
Hunter died in the hospital six months after being admitted into its care, with Sunday by his side. He had taken online classes so he could be there for Hunter, but he wasn't doing so well. Hunter had been raised in a fairly poor family, and was thin and gaunt and unhealthy to begin with. This really affected Sunday. He was never quite the same on the inside, and some spark in him died. He was still that same seemingly happy person, but his eyes held something new in them. Pain.
Now he was coming back to school. He had basically taken his Junior year online, and his Senior year would be spent in the public school. He couldn't tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but either way he'd make it work.
Password: The adventure has just begun
RP Sample This is from another site.
Tae gulped, a lump forming in his throat. Arms were wrapped around one another, fingers tight on his skin, a wince-like look on his usually blank face. He'd never been fired before. It was a stupid concept, to be sad that you got let go. It was like when the straight A student got a B on the final test. It was crushing, but in a completely stupid, obsessive compulsive way it made him want to laugh and cry at the same time. But another part of him was afraid. Terrified. If he couldn't manage to get another job... They'd be late on rent. If they went on too long like that, they'd get kicked out. Then...
Then they'd have to go to their mother's house again.
The thought sent a chill up his arms, tiny bumps forming quietly on the skin. Tae almost jumped when he heard his little brother, shrugging. He didn't want to explain. Each moment of silence was like a relief. Then he could think. But Que kept asking and asking... He snapped, irritated with his brother and showing it for the first time in a long while. "I got fired , okay?!" He sighed, voice a little shaky. All this fret over work, going there on three hours of sleep and busting his ass for a paycheck and now they kicked him out for missing part of one day. f**k. This was going to kill him. Where else would he get a job?! Taking a deep breath, Tae stood up, hands pushing him from the wall. He didn't look at his brother, but rather moved into the kitchen, digging under the sink and finding cleaning solution, a rag. He began to clean the kitchen, starting with the counters.
Tae didn't know how to handle this on his own. He was only eighteen, and Que was what, sixteen? Seventeen? There was no way he could support himself. A wave of protectiveness hit him. Hard. There was no way in hell he was going to let Que go back home, even if he wanted to. Kidnap, if possible since Que hated their old home, would be an option, in his mind. Anything was better than subjecting him to their stepfather, the secret heavy on his shoulders. He owndered if his mother would ever believe what he told her. He doubted it greatly.
Scrubbing the counter, he continued to think sporadically, hoping his brother would go.. Do something. Tae didn't want Que-Min seeing him like this. He knew he probably looked insane. Face in an odd expression, scrubbing crazily. He was just overwhelmed. He hoped Que didn't become afraid of him.
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