Post by sixtycigarettes on Jul 25, 2007 15:39:20 GMT -5
Personal Information
Name: Bailey
Ways to contact you: Find out for yourself.
Other Characters that you play: None.
How did you find this place: L.
Anything else we need to know about you?: Um. I’m gay? And male?
Character Information:
Character's Name: Isreal Triskit
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Height: 5'2"
Hair color: Dirty blond
Eye color: Pale green.
Other Family Members: Mom, Dad, three brothers.
Likes:
Makeup
Boys
Pretty clothing
Playing sports
Laughing
Flirting
Dancing
Doodling
Smiling
Singing sad songs
Rockstars
Oreos
Oldschool cartoons
Pretty colors
Dislikes:
The sounds someone makes when they throw up
Scary movies
Being hurt
Feeling hurt
Being misjudged
The color brown
Feeling stupid
Getting bad grades
Crying
Personality: Isreal is a klutz. He is constantly tripping over his own two feet. He isn’t very smart, but he tries his hardest in school to get good grades. In other words, he’s book smart but when it comes to things like common sense he’s really lacking in that department. He loves friendships and is determined to do anything for his friends. He walks tall even though mostly everyone looks down on him, and not just because of his short height. He is sometimes a bitch but that’s just because it comes so naturally to him. He spends most of his life being cussed out by other people who think they know how to live his life, so he can’t help the rude responses he usually supplies with people. However when he likes someone he’s a real flirt. He seems small and frail but he knows how to kick some ass. He’s very affectionate.
Appearance: Israel is sometimes called a cross dresser, but when people really look at his clothes its not really so. He just prefer clothing that actually fit his body well. He’s into girls clothes but he rarely wears dresses or skirts or anything like that. He prefers bright and happy colors, and lots of patterns and polka dots. He likes to put makeup on, which is probably one of his most startling features other than his hair, which must be his favorite masterpiece. He is short structured, but well rounded off. He is a little weird and random at times but he is very loveable. His hair is hinted with bizarre colors and combinations, and is extremely long. Israel is constantly being mistaken for a girl.
History:Israel was originally born in southern Ireland to Margaret and Jacob McNally. He grew up in a small, tightly compacted house right on the harsh sea shores with his grandmother, aunt, and older cousin. They lived near a dock and were always constantly out at sea. Since his Mother worked full time, he was usually left in the care of his Aunt—A woman with a lot of freckles and short fiery red hair. Everyday his Aunt and Grandmother would bring home heaps of magazines that came from America, and each time they did Israel would snatch one and curl under the blankets of his bed and flips through the pages. He was in awe.
Was everyone in America this beautiful?
Every page was filled with utterly flawless people—mostly women—and he was completely awe-struck by this. His aunt would bring home things like Teen magazine or Sixteen for her daughter, Israel’s cousin, so mostly every page held figures of girls. Every once in a while would be a particularly handsome man, but the Irish boy paid no mind to this. Growing up, Israel was always a little self-conscious. He was always very small compared to the other boys, and he had sandy blond hair like his Swedish mother, unlike the others who had red or black. But everyday he would look in those magazines and vow that one day he would be as beautiful as the people in the American magazines.
A few weeks after Israel’s seventh birthday, Margaret and Jacob began losing money. Margaret had lost her job, and Jacob wasn’t catching as much fish as he usually was. They were going downhill, in fact bankrupt, and extremely fast. When their house was being sold, they knew that they couldn’t support their child in the ways that they wanted to.. And after a few hard, cold, and tearful nights.. They decided to set Israel up for adoption. And in no time the blonde-haired boy was torn from his parents and tossed into the world where he had earlier thought was flawless.
As Israel grew into his new family of giants—The tallest being 6’6” and the shortest 5’9” – his view on this country barely changed. His Mother and Father were crazy people, but he supposed he wouldn’t be with them if they weren’t. They were on vacation in Ireland when they had adopted the youth—It was more of a.. spur-of-the-moment sort of thing. But they had the money for just.. one more child, adding to their already three set. His view on this seemingly perfect world has yet to be shattered—He still feels like an outcast just walking into school. Every day he pampers himself and hides his face behind a mask of makeup and clothes. He still thinks that he needs to look perfect to actually be accepted. He still thinks he needs to look like the girls in the magazines he saw back in Ireland.
He doesn’t know where his parents are but he always wishes them well. When he was younger he always hoped that they would come back one day and pick him up and go back to the salty shore of their home.. But that dream soon faded away when reality sets in. But now, he isn’t sure if he would like to go back just yet. He has three older brothers whom are a little hard to deal with but care for him, and a set of loving parents. He couldn’t possibly ask for more.
Israel lacks friends. Since he always felt like someone who didn’t belong here, he always distances himself from those around him. He hopes one day he could find someone, though. Just someone to be a friend.
Password: The adventure has just begun
Pictures:
RP Sample
Que nodded and closed his eyes. He wouldn’t mind if he fell asleep here.. After all, he liked feeling tightly compacted. He couldn’t fall asleep without feeling like a sardine. Que-Min snuggled against his brother, careful not to touch him, though. Even though they were so close, the Korean brother still felt a little weary about touching him. He felt that way about everyone, though. He rarely touched anyone out of pure comfort or affection, other then when having sex. Because deep down in his mind he was afraid; He was afraid that when he finally opened up, when he finally let someone inside, they were going to turn and abandon him like his Mother did. That Tae was going to suddenly leave him for somebody else.
Now, that didn’t mean he didn’t want Tae to have a lover. That wasn’t it at all. In fact, he would probably feel more relieved if his brother did find someone to be with. At least that way he wouldn’t feel bad about leaving at night, and maybe then Tae would have someone to talk to. He was a rather introverted guy, and it sort of bothered Que how he rarely talked about his feelings. He liked it when Tae smile—Like he was doing now. It made something in him spark and it felt nice.. And he knew if Tae found someone, he would smile like that all the time. He would really like that.
Just as he was about to nod off to sleep, the phone rang and startled the poor boy. For a minute he just groaned and his brows furrowed and he thought about snuggling down into his brother further. He was warm and comfy and did not want to get up. But then he figured he should.. He didn’t want to get Tae up, after all. A new leaf, remember? He sighed and sat up, a cool rush of air falling over his skin. He groaned a few times, stumbling off the futon and tripping on a few things on the floor. He made his way into the kitchen to reach the phone, getting ready to glare at whoever dared to distrupt his peace on the caller ID. Then, his breath hitched in his throat and he felt his heart sink.
Shinsei Academy.
He answered the phone with trembling hands, bringing the receiver over to his ear and answering with a low, “M-Moshi moshi?” He recognized the voice on the other end. Mr. Takanaka, or Ayame as Que had been calling him lately. He let out a sigh, noticing the concerned tone of the teacher. He was worried because Que-Min hadn’t come back from school today. He told the man to wait a minute and set the phone down gently, dashing over to see if Tae had fallen asleep yet. Feeling relieved, he padded back over to the phone and picked it up.
“Okay. Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” His voice was low and quiet, so as not to wake his brother. That would be the last thing he wanted to happen. “..Ayame.. Ayame, you can’t keep calling. I know. I know! It’ll be fine. I’ll stay after school tomorrow and wait for you, okay? We can go somewhere.” He let his finger curl around the coiled cord of the phone, and his troubled face soon broke into a small smile. He couldn’t help it. “..Okay. Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.”
He set the phone down quietly and started to walk back to the futon. He just wanted to sleep. This day had really worn him out.
ooc| Moshi moshi - Hello? (Only on the phone.)
Name: Bailey
Ways to contact you: Find out for yourself.
Other Characters that you play: None.
How did you find this place: L.
Anything else we need to know about you?: Um. I’m gay? And male?
Character Information:
Character's Name: Isreal Triskit
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Height: 5'2"
Hair color: Dirty blond
Eye color: Pale green.
Other Family Members: Mom, Dad, three brothers.
Likes:
Makeup
Boys
Pretty clothing
Playing sports
Laughing
Flirting
Dancing
Doodling
Smiling
Singing sad songs
Rockstars
Oreos
Oldschool cartoons
Pretty colors
Dislikes:
The sounds someone makes when they throw up
Scary movies
Being hurt
Feeling hurt
Being misjudged
The color brown
Feeling stupid
Getting bad grades
Crying
Personality: Isreal is a klutz. He is constantly tripping over his own two feet. He isn’t very smart, but he tries his hardest in school to get good grades. In other words, he’s book smart but when it comes to things like common sense he’s really lacking in that department. He loves friendships and is determined to do anything for his friends. He walks tall even though mostly everyone looks down on him, and not just because of his short height. He is sometimes a bitch but that’s just because it comes so naturally to him. He spends most of his life being cussed out by other people who think they know how to live his life, so he can’t help the rude responses he usually supplies with people. However when he likes someone he’s a real flirt. He seems small and frail but he knows how to kick some ass. He’s very affectionate.
Appearance: Israel is sometimes called a cross dresser, but when people really look at his clothes its not really so. He just prefer clothing that actually fit his body well. He’s into girls clothes but he rarely wears dresses or skirts or anything like that. He prefers bright and happy colors, and lots of patterns and polka dots. He likes to put makeup on, which is probably one of his most startling features other than his hair, which must be his favorite masterpiece. He is short structured, but well rounded off. He is a little weird and random at times but he is very loveable. His hair is hinted with bizarre colors and combinations, and is extremely long. Israel is constantly being mistaken for a girl.
History:Israel was originally born in southern Ireland to Margaret and Jacob McNally. He grew up in a small, tightly compacted house right on the harsh sea shores with his grandmother, aunt, and older cousin. They lived near a dock and were always constantly out at sea. Since his Mother worked full time, he was usually left in the care of his Aunt—A woman with a lot of freckles and short fiery red hair. Everyday his Aunt and Grandmother would bring home heaps of magazines that came from America, and each time they did Israel would snatch one and curl under the blankets of his bed and flips through the pages. He was in awe.
Was everyone in America this beautiful?
Every page was filled with utterly flawless people—mostly women—and he was completely awe-struck by this. His aunt would bring home things like Teen magazine or Sixteen for her daughter, Israel’s cousin, so mostly every page held figures of girls. Every once in a while would be a particularly handsome man, but the Irish boy paid no mind to this. Growing up, Israel was always a little self-conscious. He was always very small compared to the other boys, and he had sandy blond hair like his Swedish mother, unlike the others who had red or black. But everyday he would look in those magazines and vow that one day he would be as beautiful as the people in the American magazines.
A few weeks after Israel’s seventh birthday, Margaret and Jacob began losing money. Margaret had lost her job, and Jacob wasn’t catching as much fish as he usually was. They were going downhill, in fact bankrupt, and extremely fast. When their house was being sold, they knew that they couldn’t support their child in the ways that they wanted to.. And after a few hard, cold, and tearful nights.. They decided to set Israel up for adoption. And in no time the blonde-haired boy was torn from his parents and tossed into the world where he had earlier thought was flawless.
As Israel grew into his new family of giants—The tallest being 6’6” and the shortest 5’9” – his view on this country barely changed. His Mother and Father were crazy people, but he supposed he wouldn’t be with them if they weren’t. They were on vacation in Ireland when they had adopted the youth—It was more of a.. spur-of-the-moment sort of thing. But they had the money for just.. one more child, adding to their already three set. His view on this seemingly perfect world has yet to be shattered—He still feels like an outcast just walking into school. Every day he pampers himself and hides his face behind a mask of makeup and clothes. He still thinks that he needs to look perfect to actually be accepted. He still thinks he needs to look like the girls in the magazines he saw back in Ireland.
He doesn’t know where his parents are but he always wishes them well. When he was younger he always hoped that they would come back one day and pick him up and go back to the salty shore of their home.. But that dream soon faded away when reality sets in. But now, he isn’t sure if he would like to go back just yet. He has three older brothers whom are a little hard to deal with but care for him, and a set of loving parents. He couldn’t possibly ask for more.
Israel lacks friends. Since he always felt like someone who didn’t belong here, he always distances himself from those around him. He hopes one day he could find someone, though. Just someone to be a friend.
Password: The adventure has just begun
Pictures:
RP Sample
Que nodded and closed his eyes. He wouldn’t mind if he fell asleep here.. After all, he liked feeling tightly compacted. He couldn’t fall asleep without feeling like a sardine. Que-Min snuggled against his brother, careful not to touch him, though. Even though they were so close, the Korean brother still felt a little weary about touching him. He felt that way about everyone, though. He rarely touched anyone out of pure comfort or affection, other then when having sex. Because deep down in his mind he was afraid; He was afraid that when he finally opened up, when he finally let someone inside, they were going to turn and abandon him like his Mother did. That Tae was going to suddenly leave him for somebody else.
Now, that didn’t mean he didn’t want Tae to have a lover. That wasn’t it at all. In fact, he would probably feel more relieved if his brother did find someone to be with. At least that way he wouldn’t feel bad about leaving at night, and maybe then Tae would have someone to talk to. He was a rather introverted guy, and it sort of bothered Que how he rarely talked about his feelings. He liked it when Tae smile—Like he was doing now. It made something in him spark and it felt nice.. And he knew if Tae found someone, he would smile like that all the time. He would really like that.
Just as he was about to nod off to sleep, the phone rang and startled the poor boy. For a minute he just groaned and his brows furrowed and he thought about snuggling down into his brother further. He was warm and comfy and did not want to get up. But then he figured he should.. He didn’t want to get Tae up, after all. A new leaf, remember? He sighed and sat up, a cool rush of air falling over his skin. He groaned a few times, stumbling off the futon and tripping on a few things on the floor. He made his way into the kitchen to reach the phone, getting ready to glare at whoever dared to distrupt his peace on the caller ID. Then, his breath hitched in his throat and he felt his heart sink.
Shinsei Academy.
He answered the phone with trembling hands, bringing the receiver over to his ear and answering with a low, “M-Moshi moshi?” He recognized the voice on the other end. Mr. Takanaka, or Ayame as Que had been calling him lately. He let out a sigh, noticing the concerned tone of the teacher. He was worried because Que-Min hadn’t come back from school today. He told the man to wait a minute and set the phone down gently, dashing over to see if Tae had fallen asleep yet. Feeling relieved, he padded back over to the phone and picked it up.
“Okay. Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” His voice was low and quiet, so as not to wake his brother. That would be the last thing he wanted to happen. “..Ayame.. Ayame, you can’t keep calling. I know. I know! It’ll be fine. I’ll stay after school tomorrow and wait for you, okay? We can go somewhere.” He let his finger curl around the coiled cord of the phone, and his troubled face soon broke into a small smile. He couldn’t help it. “..Okay. Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.”
He set the phone down quietly and started to walk back to the futon. He just wanted to sleep. This day had really worn him out.
ooc| Moshi moshi - Hello? (Only on the phone.)
