Post by adrian lyell on Dec 6, 2009 8:14:52 GMT -5
" is this really necessary? fine then. i smoke too much, can be a jerk when i'm drunk, don't really care about much, and can't commit. except this one time, but lets not get into that. now please fuck off."
meet adrian thomas lyell. british, seventeen, a tourist because he's not in the mood to be schooling at the moment, and really fucking pissed off. his family owns a hotel chain, so you could say he's rich, but he never would. he's not particularly cocky, and his life doesn't revolve around the fact that he is rich - he just finds it to be benefitial at times. he used to go to norwood, but didn't come here because of that. back home, he met this girl, they were together for over a year, and he asked her to marry him - she didn't reply. you might think he went a bit overboard, but it was only because he knew she was the one - still thinks she is. she was everything he hoped for, bit of a rebel, a girl who was beyond the label craze and didn't care about what people thought of her, and who, miracolously, loved him too, and only said no because she couldn't trust him. being rejected hit him pretty hard, and he fled. so now he's in paris, trying hard to get over her by fucking everything with a vagina, but its not doing him so well. he needs eveything, ( fuck buddies mostly) except a final, because it will be the given girl, and someone should make that girl for him, because he's desperate without her. his aim is heavenly crashing, show him some affection.
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"i just want to say this is stupid - to ask someone about their opinion of themselves. how can one be objective? i mean, i think i'm not that great of a person, but i'll do, but that doesn't mean other people don't think of me as a bitch. "
meet celeste elizabeth victoria of york. british/french, seventeen, original notre damian, from the royal family but hides it, and the kindest of my characters. she's intelligent and book smart, sociable, a hippie, book warm, smokes and drinks too much coffee. she aspires to study history and politics and oxford and then go work for the un. if you've listened to oceana's cry cry, you have a good idea who celeste is - the song was practically written for her. she's sociable, friendly, a natural flirt, and can pretend to be a total whore because she thinks its fun - though she most certainly is not one. she's not a prude, and doesn't need to be going out with a guy to have sex with him, she just doesn't take sex ligthly, and only has meaningless ex if she's really drunk or is trying to hurt someone, which is rarely the case. she is really good at playing the piano and could sing anyone dead, but doesn't like to mention that. she would go out of her way to help a friend any day, and is a good soul at heart. but she's pretty guarded when it comes down to it, and that's because she had her heart broken hard a year ago. she was in love with this guy four years older than her, who left one day and didn't come back, and she learned later on that he'd ODed five months after he left. she never managed to last longer than a month in a relationship ever since. she needs everything, friends, romances, and even enemies, though i doubt she'd have many of those. her aim is roads to freedom, im her for random conversations.
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" fuck - jacqueline ? oh, thank god. what, a sentence on myself? i'm a bit busy at the moment, can't you call later? no, that wasn't a moan you heard. anyway, have a good day. "
meet wentworth caradoc ames. british, twenty two, parisian, engaged but cheating, appears to be perfect. this boy comes from one of the richest families in the eu, and is the heir to a multi billion fortune. if 2012 had been real, he'd totally have a seat in one of the arcs. anyway, he can be a perfect gentleman when he wants to be, and acts like he is half of the time. but the rest of the time, his real personality comes out to play, proving what an ass he really is. the real went - that's my shitty nickname for him - is a cocky bastard who fucks a different girl every night, and finds joy in other's pain. he actually loves his fiancé but is not aware of it, and i think she's going to leave him at some point and then he'll realise it. he's a smart guy, but not really intellectual, that's just not his field. he was a professional football (soccer for americans) player for two years, but then got injured and stopped, and is now in training as a bussinessman, since he'll be taking over the company in the future. he needs friends, mostly men, a fiancé (i call her jacqueline for now, but her personality&name&anything else is totally up to you), one night stands, and anything else you can think of. his im is lords of endeavours, im him for a good fuck.
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addison gray bromance all the way[/ul] [/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sup][/justify]
"what the - don't you have anything more entertaining or self educating to do other than interrupting people's lives with your voyeuristic ways? i'll let the police know shall you every call me again."
meet andré romain lenoir. french, twenty one, normale kid, arrogant, elitist. this boy is not like any other rich kid in the bloc. he's genius, and i'm not just saying that. he thought himself how to read when he was four, and knows six languages. however, instead of becoming a scientist, he wishes to be a politician, because he believes science could only do so much, and the rest is for the politicians to take care of. he's a total elitist, and will not talk to anyone who's not intellectualy stumilating out of bed. he has a bit of a temper, and has been arrested a couple of times because of it. he does not tolerate stupidity or ignorance, and doesn't give second chances. his biggest personal fault is that he's attracted to "interesting" people, meaning those with psychological disorders. see, in the beggining of any relationship, he's the perfect boyfriend, but in time he gets bored and stops caring. and with "interesting" people, though other problems might surface in time, boredom is never in question. his aim is existential angst, im him to be outsmarted.
relationships,
" i don't know, can't we do this later - wait, no, i might be in a more inappopriate situation, this is probably a good time. anyway, i'm... well, i have a few bad habbits, but - no, go ahead, i have more - its nothing significant. what? no, given that i do not ask for payment afterwards, i am not. are you really this shallow?"
meet viola simone de certeau. british/french, nineteen, normale kid, out of line, experimental. viola is a 'try everything once' kind of girl, except just once doesn't cut it for her. she's tried almost everything to be tried, except stuff that include needles, since she's afraid of them. she alone proves that one's family shapes one's personality, though she doesn't see that as a bad thing. her father is a director who does both blockbusters and independent movies, former for money, and the latter to not despise himself. he is the one who raised viola and her brother, and was not the best rolemodel - usually he would be smoking pot and playing poker with his friends as they slept on the couch, high from the smoke coming from the poker table. the same goes for their mother, an nobel winning author - everytime they went to see her, she'd introduce them to another eighteen year old boy toy, and still does, claiming that younger men are a source of inspiration. and then there was her brother, who dragged her from one party to another - well, not exactly parties, but gatherings where about twenty dirty rich teenagers came together, listening brit rock, getting high and having sex - and was always too high to notice viola getting a bit too personal with some kid not five feets away from him, and that's how she became who she is. she's also a pretty talented writer, a trait she inherited from her mother, and studies literature in ens. her aim is coke diet, let her talk you into self destruction.
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wesley brecekridge is her current fuck buddy and things are a bit awkward, later on final.[/ul][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sup][/justify]
" yeah, this is kingsley. oh em gee, what a brilliant idea ?! anyway, dropping the gay act now. - get off of me for a second, i'm on the phone here - i'm really the best fuck, and cool and well, brilliant, not even kidding. though i sound a bit queer these days, that's not usually the case either."
meet kinsgley reuel wells ( i love his middle name, don't you? ). british, nineteen, normale kid, cocky as fuck, total slut. i just want to say, i have so many fuck ups its illegal, but i truly love them all, and kings is a fave. he's super chat speak, and though is super (i can use gay words while describing him, he wouldn't mind) intellectual, he's so up to date with popular culture you wouldn't believe it. he's a sex addict basically, and a total slut, and the terms loyalty or relationships are really unfamiliar with him. he's a bit depressed these days because that's what i've just decided, and also because he fucked his soon to be stepmother and is feeling guilty about that. he's a master at pitty sex, so don't fall for his lame games, or do, because that'd be so much fun. he's a smart kid who doesn't give a fuck about school but still is good at it, and he's totally the type to seduce you in a club, fuck you in his car and drop you at the high way. his im is crash course, talk dirty to him.
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[/sup][/justify]FOOTNOTE,'ello, this is anna. the bbz up there are all mine and il them, so plot with them, plz&ty. i'm a bit too chat speak these days, so try to not mind my gayness ( ik, ik, ginasfs, but force of habbit ), and i totally hijacked the his aim is bla bla idea from cait. i think that's it, ty for your timee.
