Post by Edward Brookes on Apr 27, 2007 17:35:55 GMT -5
::: Pretty Weak But I Am Done :::
Student Application
Basics
Full Name:
Edward Brookes
Age:
18
Grade:
12
Group (look at groups list):
Elite. I Guess.
Personality
General Personality:
- Fun; Edward is an overly fun and entertaing guy. He likes to have fun and live every moment to it's fullest. While he had his heart smashed only a few months ago he has tried to keep his bright out look of living every day to it's fullest. He knows about all the hottest parties, friends with some of the greatest people and makes himself surropunded in a fun and pleasurable envirement every day.
- Couragous; Practically fearless. He is confedent and has always been a bit more onto the edge, the dangerous side. He is normally the first one to walk into a situation and then the last one to come out. He likes to think about the things he does logically and breaks it down to a point where it seems harmless and that he can beat it. That's how he has made himself the fun loving popularity thrill he has grown up to be.
- Genuinne; He prefers to be honest and true about everything he does. He isn;t afraid to speak his mind or hold back when nessisary. He feels that lying just makes things worse and that they built the problem not solve it. His father also taught him that is he was 'true to himself, true to everyone else, the world would be true to him'. of course, lately it hasn't turned out that way.
- Proud; He is proud of his blood, where he is at, his friends, himself. He doesn't like to give in to anything less than what he feels is the proper amount. He likes to make things even and respectable. The people around him don't have to be smart or rich to get into his circle of friends, if they are true and try then he will be proud to accept.
Strengths:
- Flirting; He is a pretty well kept, overly charming, smooth talking boy who can flirt his way into or out of anything and everything. He uses this little trick for whatever he wishes. This strength is what attracts many girls to him but mostly they are just friends.
- Running; Athletic, quick as hell. He can run his a$$ off and most the time is darn near impossible to catch or catch up to. He takes pride in being fit seeing as he likes to excercise and keep himself in shape. His health is one of the things he values. He can beat almost everyone at the school in a sprint or in a long distance run.
- Writing; Among many of his talents this is one of the higher in skill. He was the pride of the family seeing as he could write any horror story that would scare you at the mere age of eight. He is normally fairly good with pressing the words down to the page without over killing the meaning of the story.
Weakness:
- Girls;
- Choclate;
Likes:
- Having a Good Time
- Showing Off a Little
- Hanging Out with Friends
Dislikes:
- Betrayle; One of the most powerful things that can get through to him. He detests the breaking of loyalty. He finds it ungly and disrespectful. This was increased when he saw Ali at the party. He still is trying to get over it, so far it hasn't worked out very well.
- Racism/Sexism/bullying; He has a rough exterior but he will show anyone who dares utter any racial terms or pick on someone who doesn't diserve it a peice of his mind.
Appearance
Physical Appearance:
Hair:
Brown, shaggy
Eyes:
Blue
Hieght:
6' 4"
Scars:
- Long scar on his back from falling out of a tree when he was Seven
- Cut on the back on his left arm from a fight he got into when he was fifteen, the opposing man used a knife and sliced up his arm.
Tatoos:
'No Mercy' is tatooed to the back of his right arm.
Picture:
History
Birthday:
October, 31
Birthplace:
Munich, Germany
Family Members:
Smith Brookes - Father
Raine Brookes - Mother
Jesse Brookes - Sister +Dead+
Jack Brookes - Brother
History:
The Early Years; Edward was born in the heart of Munich Germany. He is proud of his roots of being born there since he feels it is one of the greatest places in the world. He was the first born of three children. His parents would normally leave him incharge of them when they weren't around, which was a lot. He would normally let them do whatever he wanted and would go to hang around with his friends. He like the responsibility they thrusted upon him all of the time.
The First Scar; Edward was seven years old. He was out with Jesse in the old woods behind their house. The sky was turning a wonderful purple with the setting sun. The light was dimming but the children didn't care, and why should they have? They did this at least once a week. It was practically a routine, a tradition. The two of them wandered into the woods, deeper and deeper. A young, four year old Jack was running behind them, trying to keep up with his older siblings long strides. They came to a large, tall tree.
"Race you to the top?" Jesse said boldly to Edward. He gave her a little smirk and a nodd. He jumped up to the first branch. He was stronger than her was was able to pull his body weight up faster. He kept going, branch to branch. He was letting up, even though he knew Jesse was about five feet behind. He reached up for a branch that was slightly to far from him. He put his body weight into it, stretching his arm out. He grasped it, letting his weight off the branch he was on. His fingers started to slip immediately. He struggled to tighten his hand and get his other hand up but he wasn't able to.
His fingers lost their grip and he was sent tumbling to the dirty forest floor. On the way down, the skin on his back was split open from a sharp branch. He landed with a loud and hard thud on the ground. He screamed out in pain. Jesse started climbing back down while a confused Jack started crying with his older brother. Jesse reached the bottom of the tree and ran over to edward. On instict, she grabebd Edward by his wrists and tried to drag him out of the woods. She moved him about three feet before having to stop. His back was covered with dirt, making the cut burn like Hell.
"Jack, stay here with edward. Do not leave him or wander off. Got it?" Jesse ordered. Jack just sat down next to Edward and didn't move a muscle for a half an hour. Which is how long it took JEsse to get her father. "He's over there!" She shouted through the darkness of the woods. Edward was barely concious, his head was throbbing, his back numb. HIs fathers rough hands slid underneath him. He groaned in pain slightly as his aching body was lifted. He was safe now.
RP Example:
::: From Anouther Site :::
Soda was sitting in his bed. His legs folded, leaning forward a tilt, his elbows resting on his bed. His deep blue eyes glancing at the pages of the magazine he was reading. It was his sister's, that's all he knew. He was trying to get to sleep but was seeming having difficulty tonight. Normally the adverage guy would be extremely confused about what this magazine was about, others who did understand it would be labeled as gay and booted out the door. But Soda was at the state having shared a room with his sister up to a year ago was able to understand the female mind pretty well. It helped that he was able to read his sister's mind too. But whatever. Finally he grew bored of the magazine by page twenty-nine. Farther then he normally got. He shut the magazine and set it down on the floor next to his bed. So that in the morning he would step on it and remeber to give it back.
He swung his legs off of the side of the bed. His toes feeling around for his shoes. He wanted to go for a walk. To drain him of some energy. He finally found them and slipped them on. He quietly stood up and walked towards the door. He glanced at his sleeping classmates and smirked. He was a bit of a jerk and prankster at times. He took out his wand and muttered a spell under his breath. He sprinted out of the room and out of the common room. He jumped through the portait and then started down the stairs. When he was on the third floor he heard a loud and annoying fog horn type of a noise, it was loud enough to wake up half the castle. He heard some voices people who were waking up with a surprise. He could stay to enjooy his work cause soon enough he would see the annoyed, troubled, not to mention tired, faces of his peers in class. He sprinted out the front door right as people were coming out of their common rooms to see what was happening.
He looked back a the school once he reached the courtyard. He heard the noise come to a hault. Finally, someone smart enough to undo the spell. About time. He walked out towards the lake. Not planning to jump in of course. As he walked he could hear footsteps coming up behind him. He looked with a curious edge. Only a few feet away was standing his head of house. He grumbled slightly. He was busted. He should have just ran all the way to the lake. Would have saved him from being troubled...getting into trouble tonight. Oh well...
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Student Application
Basics
Full Name:
Edward Brookes
Age:
18
Grade:
12
Group (look at groups list):
Elite. I Guess.
Personality
General Personality:
- Fun; Edward is an overly fun and entertaing guy. He likes to have fun and live every moment to it's fullest. While he had his heart smashed only a few months ago he has tried to keep his bright out look of living every day to it's fullest. He knows about all the hottest parties, friends with some of the greatest people and makes himself surropunded in a fun and pleasurable envirement every day.
- Couragous; Practically fearless. He is confedent and has always been a bit more onto the edge, the dangerous side. He is normally the first one to walk into a situation and then the last one to come out. He likes to think about the things he does logically and breaks it down to a point where it seems harmless and that he can beat it. That's how he has made himself the fun loving popularity thrill he has grown up to be.
- Genuinne; He prefers to be honest and true about everything he does. He isn;t afraid to speak his mind or hold back when nessisary. He feels that lying just makes things worse and that they built the problem not solve it. His father also taught him that is he was 'true to himself, true to everyone else, the world would be true to him'. of course, lately it hasn't turned out that way.
- Proud; He is proud of his blood, where he is at, his friends, himself. He doesn't like to give in to anything less than what he feels is the proper amount. He likes to make things even and respectable. The people around him don't have to be smart or rich to get into his circle of friends, if they are true and try then he will be proud to accept.
Strengths:
- Flirting; He is a pretty well kept, overly charming, smooth talking boy who can flirt his way into or out of anything and everything. He uses this little trick for whatever he wishes. This strength is what attracts many girls to him but mostly they are just friends.
- Running; Athletic, quick as hell. He can run his a$$ off and most the time is darn near impossible to catch or catch up to. He takes pride in being fit seeing as he likes to excercise and keep himself in shape. His health is one of the things he values. He can beat almost everyone at the school in a sprint or in a long distance run.
- Writing; Among many of his talents this is one of the higher in skill. He was the pride of the family seeing as he could write any horror story that would scare you at the mere age of eight. He is normally fairly good with pressing the words down to the page without over killing the meaning of the story.
Weakness:
- Girls;
- Choclate;
Likes:
- Having a Good Time
- Showing Off a Little
- Hanging Out with Friends
Dislikes:
- Betrayle; One of the most powerful things that can get through to him. He detests the breaking of loyalty. He finds it ungly and disrespectful. This was increased when he saw Ali at the party. He still is trying to get over it, so far it hasn't worked out very well.
- Racism/Sexism/bullying; He has a rough exterior but he will show anyone who dares utter any racial terms or pick on someone who doesn't diserve it a peice of his mind.
Appearance
Physical Appearance:
Hair:
Brown, shaggy
Eyes:
Blue
Hieght:
6' 4"
Scars:
- Long scar on his back from falling out of a tree when he was Seven
- Cut on the back on his left arm from a fight he got into when he was fifteen, the opposing man used a knife and sliced up his arm.
Tatoos:
'No Mercy' is tatooed to the back of his right arm.
Picture:
History
Birthday:
October, 31
Birthplace:
Munich, Germany
Family Members:
Smith Brookes - Father
Raine Brookes - Mother
Jesse Brookes - Sister +Dead+
Jack Brookes - Brother
History:
The Early Years; Edward was born in the heart of Munich Germany. He is proud of his roots of being born there since he feels it is one of the greatest places in the world. He was the first born of three children. His parents would normally leave him incharge of them when they weren't around, which was a lot. He would normally let them do whatever he wanted and would go to hang around with his friends. He like the responsibility they thrusted upon him all of the time.
The First Scar; Edward was seven years old. He was out with Jesse in the old woods behind their house. The sky was turning a wonderful purple with the setting sun. The light was dimming but the children didn't care, and why should they have? They did this at least once a week. It was practically a routine, a tradition. The two of them wandered into the woods, deeper and deeper. A young, four year old Jack was running behind them, trying to keep up with his older siblings long strides. They came to a large, tall tree.
"Race you to the top?" Jesse said boldly to Edward. He gave her a little smirk and a nodd. He jumped up to the first branch. He was stronger than her was was able to pull his body weight up faster. He kept going, branch to branch. He was letting up, even though he knew Jesse was about five feet behind. He reached up for a branch that was slightly to far from him. He put his body weight into it, stretching his arm out. He grasped it, letting his weight off the branch he was on. His fingers started to slip immediately. He struggled to tighten his hand and get his other hand up but he wasn't able to.
His fingers lost their grip and he was sent tumbling to the dirty forest floor. On the way down, the skin on his back was split open from a sharp branch. He landed with a loud and hard thud on the ground. He screamed out in pain. Jesse started climbing back down while a confused Jack started crying with his older brother. Jesse reached the bottom of the tree and ran over to edward. On instict, she grabebd Edward by his wrists and tried to drag him out of the woods. She moved him about three feet before having to stop. His back was covered with dirt, making the cut burn like Hell.
"Jack, stay here with edward. Do not leave him or wander off. Got it?" Jesse ordered. Jack just sat down next to Edward and didn't move a muscle for a half an hour. Which is how long it took JEsse to get her father. "He's over there!" She shouted through the darkness of the woods. Edward was barely concious, his head was throbbing, his back numb. HIs fathers rough hands slid underneath him. He groaned in pain slightly as his aching body was lifted. He was safe now.
RP Example:
::: From Anouther Site :::
Soda was sitting in his bed. His legs folded, leaning forward a tilt, his elbows resting on his bed. His deep blue eyes glancing at the pages of the magazine he was reading. It was his sister's, that's all he knew. He was trying to get to sleep but was seeming having difficulty tonight. Normally the adverage guy would be extremely confused about what this magazine was about, others who did understand it would be labeled as gay and booted out the door. But Soda was at the state having shared a room with his sister up to a year ago was able to understand the female mind pretty well. It helped that he was able to read his sister's mind too. But whatever. Finally he grew bored of the magazine by page twenty-nine. Farther then he normally got. He shut the magazine and set it down on the floor next to his bed. So that in the morning he would step on it and remeber to give it back.
He swung his legs off of the side of the bed. His toes feeling around for his shoes. He wanted to go for a walk. To drain him of some energy. He finally found them and slipped them on. He quietly stood up and walked towards the door. He glanced at his sleeping classmates and smirked. He was a bit of a jerk and prankster at times. He took out his wand and muttered a spell under his breath. He sprinted out of the room and out of the common room. He jumped through the portait and then started down the stairs. When he was on the third floor he heard a loud and annoying fog horn type of a noise, it was loud enough to wake up half the castle. He heard some voices people who were waking up with a surprise. He could stay to enjooy his work cause soon enough he would see the annoyed, troubled, not to mention tired, faces of his peers in class. He sprinted out the front door right as people were coming out of their common rooms to see what was happening.
He looked back a the school once he reached the courtyard. He heard the noise come to a hault. Finally, someone smart enough to undo the spell. About time. He walked out towards the lake. Not planning to jump in of course. As he walked he could hear footsteps coming up behind him. He looked with a curious edge. Only a few feet away was standing his head of house. He grumbled slightly. He was busted. He should have just ran all the way to the lake. Would have saved him from being troubled...getting into trouble tonight. Oh well...
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