Post by reily on Jun 22, 2010 20:08:27 GMT -6
reily evan zamora
a r e y o u u p f o r , a r e y o u u p f o r t h i s ?
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[/font] and i've been roleplaying for seven[/font] years. i'm eighteen[/font] years old, and i found you through caution 2.0[/font]. as you can see, i enjoy using olivia wilde[/font] as a play-by. oh, and if you want to see what i can do, check out the role play sample. yeah, i'm awesome. i know ! [/blockquote][/blockquote]` I DARE SAY THAT I'VE HEARD OF YOU BEFORE. REMIND ME AGAIN, WHAT'S THE NAME YOUR PARENTS GAVE YOU, ANY SIGNIFICANCE ?- - - - -
well, i wasn't named after anyone except for my dad. I have no idea in hell where Reily came into the picture, but that's my name. Evan is my dad's name, then the last name is just the family name.
` REMIND ME AGAIN, WHEN WERE YOU BORN ? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH.- - - - -
I'm eighteen years old. Birthday's in June. The eighteenth to be exact. I was born and raised
` YOU LOOK FAMILIAR, HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL ?- - - - -
I'm a senior. It's better than being a freshman, of course. God, did I hate my freshman year! It was hell. School's okay I guess. Nothing too special about it. I just wish stupid blonde hoes would keep their mouths shut for once. I get sooo annoyed by the drama!
` MAYBE IT WAS JUST AROUND. WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?- - - - - I was born and raised here, baby. California is my dream, or I guess to everyone around me it should be. Personally, it's not much different from anywhere else you go. Except for the beach, and you get a better tan. Other than that, it's nothing all too special.
` OKAY, BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE YOU IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DON'T WORRY, MY LIPS ARE SEALED.- - - - -
I'm bisexual, I guess you'd label. I just fuck who I fuck, I don't really care. I'm not into relationships.
` ALRIGHT, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF. WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME ? ANY FAVORITE PASTIMES ?- - - - - I love singing and writing music. I get such an amazing high from it. When I finally get every single lyric right, and the tune so perfect, and the song just flows. It's beautiful, really. Partying is essentual to me. I love drinking, especially beer and Malibu rum. I love the way drinking makes me feel. How it just takes you to a whole other level and nothing seems to matter. Sex is one of my vices. I have to have it. It drives me crazy if I cant have someone in bed with me at night. I don't want commitment, because I know I'm too selfish and stubborn for anyone to really want me. I don't wanna hurt anyone, so I sleep around. Keep myself and others safe, haha. Rock and techno rule my world pretty much, especially 60's old school. Led Zeppelin, Jimmy Hendrix, Jefferson Airplane, Janis Joplin, and more. I love them all.
` TELL ME: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE.- - - - -
Well, as I said up there I like drinking, rock, and techno. Just cause they, in their own way, make me feel good. I couldn't live without mascara. I know that sounds totally girly but it's the truth. I love dancing especially when I'm drunk. My favorite show of all times is Weeds. Seriously, that show is so freaking amazing, and considering the fact I like pot I guess I relate to it. Blue eyes make me drool, not even kidding. Especially on guys with blonde hair. It's just so...yummy, haha. Dr. Pepper is pretty much the best soda in the world, though my favorite alcoholic drink is Keystone Lights.
` AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THERE ARE THINGS WE JUST CAN'T STAND. WHAT ARE YOUR'S ?- - - - - I hate to no end preps. Seriously, get a life you blonde whores. Ugh, I can't stand them! I hate Miley Cyrus, The Jonas Bothers, and every other Disney twit. They call that garbage music? Pssh, I beg to differ. Oh, and what the hell is up with guys who wear Hollister? It's so ugly! Oh! And the scene kids who wear the girl jeans when they're a guy? Ew! It's like either dress up as a guy, or admit your gay already. It's not attractive at all. If I wanted a girl, I'd get a girl. If I want a man, damn it, it better be a man, haha. Drama, above all is the most annoying. I don't understand why people have to start shit all the time. And this whole rumor thing everyone seems to be so keen on spreading, yeah. It about makes me wanna set off bombs in my school. I'm exaggerating, of course, but still. Liars are the worst. I believe in honesty, and if you lie about everything, than I couldn't be friends with you. Actually, that's a big part of why I don't have much friends.
` ANY SHORT OR LONG TERM GOALS ? WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS ? IN TEN ? HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET THERE ?- - - - -
Really, all I see myself doing as of now is graduating High School, going to College for Performing Arts, and somehow become a producer for artist, or something to where I can write music others sing. That's my main goal really. Other than that, I'm just living life.
` WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT HAS SCARED YOU THE MOST, WHAT WOULD IT BE ?- - - - -
I'm scared that I'll never be able to trust anyone enough to have a relationship. There's reasons why that go beyond my personal prefferance in people, but lets just say I've had a messed up past. Another thing I'm terrified of is thunderstorms. I know, it's silly, but watching Twister when you're six on the night of a big storm tends to scar you for life.
` IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?- - - - -
I don't do good with relationships at all. The one relationship I did have was with my mother's boyfriend who was technically my step dad. It was one of those relationships that should've never happened, but it just did. Then after that ended, the next guy I was with, well, he wasn't a good guy. He liked the bottle, and the bottle liked to knock his girlfriend around without regret. Ever since then I have no interest in even attempting a relationship. Though, honestly, I do want to be with someone someday.
` NOW, YOU KNOW THAT I ADORE YOU, BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY EXTRAVAGANT PARENTS, TELL ME ABOUT THEM.- - - - -
EVIE ROXANNE ZAMORA-MOTHER-THIRTY SIX
Evie is my mom, a.k.a bitch face. Let's just say she hasn't been the best mother in the world. Unless you consider a gold digging, daddy every month, Vicodin addict from hell a responsible parent. She's the one who gave me my first cigarette. She gave me my first beer. Hell, she even talked me into lying to the doctor in order to get pills. When I was little, I actually looked up to her. Then when I got older, I realized she wasn't as perfect as I thought she was.
JAMES EVAN ZAMORA-FATHER-DECEASED
James was my father. I don't really know much about him. He died when I was six years old. From what I remember, he was a good dad. He always played with my X-Men dolls with me, and he'd watch Power Rangers every Saturday morning. He'd make us both Peanut Butter Captain Crunch every single morning before he went to work. It's only the little things I remember. The little things that keeps me awake at night missing him. Sometimes, a girl needs her daddy.
ETHAN DRAKE MONROE-STEP FATHER-FORTY
Ethan is my step dad. Him and I have a...interesting past together. To put it bluntly, he popped my charrie. I was fourteen at the time. I had came home slightly drunk and he was on the couch, and looking pissed. I found out that he had found out my mom was cheating on him. It didn't surprise me. My mother was never satisfied. Anyways, he was just so hopeless and I felt so bad for him. My drunken mind made me kiss him. After finally winning him over, he took my virginity. After that, I was hooked. I loved him more than life itself, and I think at a time, he felt the same. Then, rumors started to fly. My mom was checking up on us more and becoming more suspicious. We had to end the affair. I had just turned seventeen when it ended. What a awesome birthday present, huh?
` DANG. ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ?- - - - - N/A
` HOW ABOUT PETS, HAVE ANY OF THOSE ?- - - - -
I used to have a black cat named Artimis when I was little, but he died when I was thirteen. Since then I haven't had any pets.
` OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHAT'S YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET ? I WON'T TELL !- - - - -
No one knows about my step father and mine's relationship and no one ever will. I'll take that to my grave.------------------------------------------------------------
oh hai there, CARSON HIGH ! my name is Cierra
Rowan stepped into the Lobo, clad in what could only be described as every mans fantasy. Channeling an almost Barbarella type style, with a blue, suede, short jumpsuit that was skin tight and hugged every curve of her perfect body. She topped this off with a matching pair of blue, suede, knee high platform boots that made her look at least an inch taller than usual. Her raven, long hair was in lock, and very volumized on the top. Her make up was done how it usually was with slightly thick eyeliner, heavy mascara, and pink lip stick. She smirked as she strutted into the bar with all the confidence in the world, heading toward her boss's door with a spring in her step. Every man, and some women in the bar stopped and stared, practically drooling at the site of her risky outfit. She pulled her round, coke bottle, white sunglasses off her eyes and laid them to rest on the top of her head. Her blue eyes glanced around the room, grinning sexily toward the males, loving the jealous glances she got from the women. It was heaven, and she couldn't wait to see what Sully thought of her little outfit.
She sighed when she thought about early today when she had bought the outfit. How much she wanted to kill every person in that stupid store. They were sure as hell happy to help when they saw how much cash she brought to spend, but her personal taste had offended and shocked the shop keepers of the store. She didn't understand what the big deal was. If Jane Fonda could do it, then why couldn't she? She didn't personally think she was as good looking as Jane, or pulled off the look as well, but it didn't hurt to try. She didn't know why it bothered her all the sudden what they thought, which with every glance she got, she started not caring even more. It's not really that she cared, she just wished that she would've done something about it instead of just sitting there. She remembered when Sully had told her she couldn't just kill for any reason, and Rowan remembered her asking why the hell not. Rowan's problem was, was that she didn't care about anyone. She didn't care if they all were destroyed as long as she wasn't dragged down along with them. All she cared about was her job, and herself, and that's how it always was going to be.
She smirked once she reached his office door, the door slightly ajar. She rested against the door frame, posing sexily for him, sliding one hand up the door frame while her other rested on the curve of her hip. She looked her boss up and down, her smirk growing as well as her desire for him. She couldn't help but want to slam that man against his desk and remind his old ass of the real reason why he hired her, because to her, he was sexy. Plain fucking sexy, and it helped that he didn't think she was all too hideous either. Her blue eyes glared back into his, twinkling with mischief as she finally parted her lips to speak. "What's the tally today of how many morons I get to kill? I don't know how the hell you expect me to do this job without powder." she rolled her eyes, referring to cocaine as she walked into the office, shutting the door behind her.
She sighed when she thought about early today when she had bought the outfit. How much she wanted to kill every person in that stupid store. They were sure as hell happy to help when they saw how much cash she brought to spend, but her personal taste had offended and shocked the shop keepers of the store. She didn't understand what the big deal was. If Jane Fonda could do it, then why couldn't she? She didn't personally think she was as good looking as Jane, or pulled off the look as well, but it didn't hurt to try. She didn't know why it bothered her all the sudden what they thought, which with every glance she got, she started not caring even more. It's not really that she cared, she just wished that she would've done something about it instead of just sitting there. She remembered when Sully had told her she couldn't just kill for any reason, and Rowan remembered her asking why the hell not. Rowan's problem was, was that she didn't care about anyone. She didn't care if they all were destroyed as long as she wasn't dragged down along with them. All she cared about was her job, and herself, and that's how it always was going to be.
She smirked once she reached his office door, the door slightly ajar. She rested against the door frame, posing sexily for him, sliding one hand up the door frame while her other rested on the curve of her hip. She looked her boss up and down, her smirk growing as well as her desire for him. She couldn't help but want to slam that man against his desk and remind his old ass of the real reason why he hired her, because to her, he was sexy. Plain fucking sexy, and it helped that he didn't think she was all too hideous either. Her blue eyes glared back into his, twinkling with mischief as she finally parted her lips to speak. "What's the tally today of how many morons I get to kill? I don't know how the hell you expect me to do this job without powder." she rolled her eyes, referring to cocaine as she walked into the office, shutting the door behind her.
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