Post by riz on Aug 5, 2010 12:11:42 GMT -6
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elliot carlisle gatsby
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 six[/font] years. i'm eighteen[/font] years old, and i found you through a various number of sites[/font]. as you can see, i enjoy using kwon ji-yong (g-dragon)[/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 ?- - - - - my name is elliot carlisle gatsby, as far as I know it hasn't any significance other than it is my name. the name elliot is a hebrew name meaning "my god is the lord" but i'm not super religious so it's just a name to me. carlisle is an english name, pronounced KAHR-liel. i did some research and found out that it was from an english surname back in the day. which was derived from the name of a city in northern england. gatsby means "the son of god" which is pretty cool but the religiousness of my name kind of makes me wish i had a different name. beggars cannot be choosers though, right?
i suppose names are names and there really is no changing them, because you can't escape who, or what you were born as, right? either way i am elliot carlisle gatsby, there are no if ands or buts about it.
` REMIND ME AGAIN, WHEN WERE YOU BORN ? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH.- - - - - i am fifteen years old, born on the fifteenth of october in nineteen ninety-five. i was born in newport beach, california and raised there by mostly my mother. my father is an airline pilot so i never see him much, he wasn't even there when i was being born. it's okay though, he tells me he loves me all the time, he calls me from places around the world and just talks to me, it must be hard on him because i can't say anything back. you see, i was born mute, meaning i haven't a voice to speak with, which is why you're getting this interview in writing. i have an older brother, who is a year older than me and he has his voice, mom says she doesn't know what went wrong with my voice but she tells me she loves me all the same.
I sheltered myself really, my mom didn't do it, I did. I shut myself away and taught myself acoustic guitar and eventually she took my brother and I to...well here. That's how we ended up here. She says she's still married to my father, I don't understand how. We never see him, of course it was rare to see him anyway.
` YOU LOOK FAMILIAR, HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL ?- - - - - Probably, I'm a freshman. I don't like being there so much because everyone either pushes me around in the hallway or thinks I'm ignoring them because I can't talk to them. I can write to them, but not speak with them, unless they know sign language. Frankly I haven't met anyone that knows sign language other than my brother here. I'm looking around for some that can communicate with me, but I live in a world where not everyone needs to know sign language, so it kind of bums me out. Most days I'd rather be home schooled but my mom won't let me because she says I need to socialize with other kids my age and get past my disability.
` MAYBE IT WAS JUST AROUND. WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?- - - - - Newport Beach, California. I loved it there, I loved everything about it! I didn't have to go to a public school because there my mom had the time and finances to home school me and my brother. When we moved here though my brother had to choose public schools! How stupid of him!
` OKAY, BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE YOU IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DON'T WORRY, MY LIPS ARE SEALED.- - - - - Well, uh....I like everybody, but if you're talking about like...love or whatever.I don't know! I'm really confused about the whole thing and I don't want to look like an idiot around school, but..I guess I just don't want to know about that stuff. I don't understand it and I don't want to hear about it. When kids at school talk about it I get tense, and awkward, and you can actually see me get all scrunched up about it.
` ALRIGHT, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF. WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME ? ANY FAVORITE PASTIMES ?- - - - - I play the acoustic guitar and in my spare time I really like to go to the park and feed the koi fish in the ponds and the carp in the lake. I feed them popcorn, and...I eat some of it also! I mostly like to sit around the park and play my guitar for the fishies, because they probably get lonely at the park by themselves. I like to watch Nums swim in his tank also. I like to take walks through the park, and sometimes I play soccer with the other kids. Overall I think my favorite things to do are colour and swim. I'm afraid of the water though so I sit on the beach by the water. Aside from the park I like to hang out at the beach because it's really fun to see all the kinds of people. I like to people watch also, but I never gossip.
` TELL ME: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE.- - - - - I like goldfishes and teddy bears, classical music, white shirts, soft things, hair, eyes, books, gummi bears, nature, walking, acoustic guitar, and the internet. I spend a lot of my time on most of these things, like the guitar, listening to classical music, reading books and eating gummi bears. I can usually be found walking around town, which is how i keep my mom from yelling at me for being cooped up in the house all day so I guess everything evens out. I spend a lot of time in nature, with trees and rain and whatever, because it makes me feel good, i don't have to talk when i'm with the trees, I don't have to talk in the rain, i can just be there, by myself without anyone bothering me. i like naps, sometimes i accidentally take them in school and then i get in trouble by my mom and my teachers! it's not very fun.
` AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THERE ARE THINGS WE JUST CAN'T STAND. WHAT ARE YOUR'S ?- - - - - i really don't like being treated like i'm stupid because i can't speak. and just so you know, i CAN hear you when you talk to me like i'm mental. i'm not stupid, or deaf, just mute. it doesn't matter if you don't know sign language, because then i can just write to you, like i said, i can hear! I think that bugs me most about my life, is people think i'm retarded or something. Other things I don't like include (but are not limited to) vehicles, loud noises, thunder storms, a lot of talking, sexual references, perverts, computer games, television, soda-pop, medication.
` ANY SHORT OR LONG TERM GOALS ? WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS ? IN TEN ? HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET THERE ?- - - - - your character’s view of the future. their goals, where and what they want to be, how they plan on achieving that, etc.
` 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 afraid of any animal that isn't a goldfish! I have a fear of sexual encounters and sexual perversion. I'm afraid of a lot of things actually.
` IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?- - - - - include character’s marital status. if they like commitment, if they’re more into long relationships, etc. maybe include some memories of past relationships, both good and bad.
` 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.- - - - - Extravagant? I don't know that i'd call my parents that and i think that bird lied to you. ha. my mom is a seamstress, she's thirty-four years old and she's a busy, but caring woman. my dad is an airline pilot, he's forty-one years old. my mom doesn't get to see my dad much because he travels all over the world every day! when i was being born he was heading to france! i think that's pretty cool, but my mom's pretty mad at him for that still. I mean i guess she has a right to be mad with him, but i'm not. i don't think my parents get along anymore, i don't think they like each other at all. i think they stay together for my sake and i really hope that's not the case. If that is the case then I'm going to have to tell my mom that it'll be okay if they aren't happy with each other anymore. I don't know a whole lot about love but i know it can happen more than once, and i know it doesn't always stay forever.
My parents, like i said don't see each other often, so there isn't anytime for arguing. My mom left him in Newport Beach, California and took my brother and I here. I think that pretty much mean they're not together anymore. My brother says that we don't have a dad, but I know we do, and I know he loves us, he just works a lot! My brother tells me I'm fooling myself, and that our father isn't our dad because he is never around he calls him...what was it....a spam donut? i don't know i think that's it. If you really want to know how he feels about daddy you should ask him!
` DANG. ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ?- - - - - siblings here. age, occupation (if older), relationships with them.
` HOW ABOUT PETS, HAVE ANY OF THOSE ?- - - - - my mom has a shar pei puppy called Epic, he's very nice but i don't like dogs very much. i don't like cats, or snakes, lizards, frogs, turtles, bears, monkeys, birds, most fishes, sheep, cows, chickens, horses and a lot of other animals. i'm mostly scared of them. my very first pet though was a goldfish! I have had four of them now, and my new one is call Nums. he's a year old, so he's older than Epic!
` OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHAT'S YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET ? I WON'T TELL !- - - - - simple: deepest, darkest secret. what it is, if anyone else knows it, etc. if you want to include more than one secret, that’s fine, too.------------------------------------------------------------
oh hai there, CARSON HIGH ! my name is Riz
His blond hair wasn't easy to hid, but neither was his frail body and blood shot eyes. High, that's usually how you seen old Mykie, but you'd not guess he was high when he was working at the bar, you'd think his eyes were irritated by the smoke floating around the bar. Walking into the mall with Desaraye was making a public appearance, which he apparently needed. She told him a million times he needed to be out and around people, and stop being a sour hermit. Mykael was here with her now, his hand in hers. Was it odd, dating a girl younger than him? She was seventeen, he was twenty-two but he was okay with it. His real problem was she'd dated a Vassallo before him, he couldn't match up to their money and their income, but he was real with her, and he hoped Des could appreciate that, rather than money. He wasn't even sure what they were here for, but he was wearing the same shirt he had worn for the past two days, lucky for him it didn't smell, and his pants? Well they looked clean and that was all you needed to know. Maybe Mikey was gross, or maybe it was just he was usually too high to wash his clothes. He was at a point in his life where he didn't care about much of anything. You could tell that by his messy hair, typical bedhead that stood up in multiple directions.
Strolling the mall, unbeknown as to why, he realised he was comfortable anywhere as long as Des was beside him. Desaraye was darling though, she made him look like street trash, but he was okay with that, because he kind of was street trash. Without the bar to support him, Mykael would be on the street asking you for a dime. The arthritis in his body argued with him as he carried on, his wrist locking up while holding hands with Des. His muscles were tight and in pain, it felt like she was standing on his hand with all her might. He didn't say anything though, and he hoped the extra dosage of vicodin would kick in faster. Walking by a store, his eyes scanned through it. That damn Vassallo kid was in there with a girl he'd never seen before. His blue eyes kinda glared the Sicilian's direction, before he looked away. He hoped Des wouldn't see him. He was afraid she'd realise how much better he was and try to run back. Growing unhealthily self-conscious over his hair and appearance he flipped up the hood on his purple hoodie, which probably should be stripped from him and burned.
Romeo didn't notice at first, he was waiting for Johanna to pick a dress. This was exciting but boring rolled into one. Romeo didn't like clothes shopping simply because he never had to do it in public. Most of his clothes were shipped to him from family, or bought online by himself. This was weird, being in the mall, he hated it here and only came here for his coffee every once in a great while and the occasional "try to find something to do to pass the fucking time" trip. At second glance out to the dwindling number of people in the hallways he seen Desaraye. She was holding a guys hand, the guy being in a purple hoodie and torn jeans. His brown eyes mocked the kid she was with, laughing in his head, pissed off with her. She left him for that? Ew?!
Strolling the mall, unbeknown as to why, he realised he was comfortable anywhere as long as Des was beside him. Desaraye was darling though, she made him look like street trash, but he was okay with that, because he kind of was street trash. Without the bar to support him, Mykael would be on the street asking you for a dime. The arthritis in his body argued with him as he carried on, his wrist locking up while holding hands with Des. His muscles were tight and in pain, it felt like she was standing on his hand with all her might. He didn't say anything though, and he hoped the extra dosage of vicodin would kick in faster. Walking by a store, his eyes scanned through it. That damn Vassallo kid was in there with a girl he'd never seen before. His blue eyes kinda glared the Sicilian's direction, before he looked away. He hoped Des wouldn't see him. He was afraid she'd realise how much better he was and try to run back. Growing unhealthily self-conscious over his hair and appearance he flipped up the hood on his purple hoodie, which probably should be stripped from him and burned.
Romeo didn't notice at first, he was waiting for Johanna to pick a dress. This was exciting but boring rolled into one. Romeo didn't like clothes shopping simply because he never had to do it in public. Most of his clothes were shipped to him from family, or bought online by himself. This was weird, being in the mall, he hated it here and only came here for his coffee every once in a great while and the occasional "try to find something to do to pass the fucking time" trip. At second glance out to the dwindling number of people in the hallways he seen Desaraye. She was holding a guys hand, the guy being in a purple hoodie and torn jeans. His brown eyes mocked the kid she was with, laughing in his head, pissed off with her. She left him for that? Ew?!
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