Post by Wheeler "Wheels" Adams on Mar 28, 2008 13:33:34 GMT -5
Name: Wheeler Adams [AKA "Wheels"]
Age: 17
Grade: 11 - Junior in High School -Admin Edited-
Emotion: Jealousy
Appearance:
He stood at a height of 5 feet 9 inches, his figure thin with some muscle on his bones. His skin was slightly tanned from days of loafing around. His hands were smooth, it was obvious that in his young life he was not used to heavy labor. His dark brown eyes stared solemnly under his dark brow, a bit of resentment in them. Wheeler's hair was dark brown like his eyes, a soft and wavy nest, always just scruffy enough in a picture of leisure.
Photo:
PB: Ricky Ullman
Personality:{At least a paragraph}
Wheeler was an odd fellow at times, at his best a cool guy full of life and laid back sappiness. But when times were bad he was quick to blame others and very deeply envious, sometimes going to extreme lengths to ruin others as a result of his jealousy. Inside he was full of self pity and ego, often wondering why guys who were not as good looking as him, not as cool and fun as him had it better.
History:{At least two paragraphs}
Wheeler was born to a poor family, his parents conceived him when they were both just 17. His father left the scene as soon as he found out Wheeler's mother was going to go through with the birth, and so May Adams was to raise him on her own. She was a very uptight woman, and it didn't help that Wheels was eating and drinking and growing out of things so quickly. He was an average boy, and did what he was told without much fuss when understood that if he wanted to go out and play with his friends, he would have to do chores and be patient when relatives came over.
He met Dr. Samolczyk when he was picking up some mangoes for his mother's famous mango pastries. He was always interested in being part of something that could help the world and maybe being experimented on would even make him famous. Of course, if that happened then making ends meet probably would be a lot easier at home. He agreed to take part eagerly, but when he came back his whole life changed. He lost many of his friends and the others grew apart. They still hung out but whenever someone had something good, they learned to keep the good news from Wheels, who once slashed the tires on his friend's brand new car- that he chipped in for. His mother was concerned that her son was so angry and solitary all of a sudden and raised a little money to send him to a clinic, where he was diagnosed with a mild case of manic depression.
RP Sample:
Wheeler sat patiently at small table of the Red Lobster, calmly waiting for his lunch to arrive. He folded and unfolded his napkin a few times and sipped at his Sprite delicately, the bubbles stinging his nose slightly. He gazed around the room, half-admiring the seawardly decor.
He glances at a couple nearby, and admires the lean, curvy physique of the girl, and her flowing black hair. The guy cuddled the broad now, and they laughed. She pulled him closer and they made out intimately. Their drinks arrive and they continue to tease each other, never skipping a beat. Wheels' gaze flickered to the empty chair beside him and he felt a sudden pressure on his chest.
His hands instantly became icy cold and his face grew warm. They were being so absurdly rude, didn't they realize that? He glared at them both intensely for a few minutes, daring for the guy to look his way but neither of them noticed him at all. He sighed heavily, feeling abashed and sure he was being put on the spot.
Wheels was just certain they were just being so intimate so they could make him so uncomfortable. How could he just sit there and let them torment him like that? Out of the corner of his eye he noticed his dish had arrived. He was too focused to notice. He stared at the food. He was suddenly hungry again and began to eat despite his disgust.
Age: 17
Grade: 11 - Junior in High School -Admin Edited-
Emotion: Jealousy
Appearance:
He stood at a height of 5 feet 9 inches, his figure thin with some muscle on his bones. His skin was slightly tanned from days of loafing around. His hands were smooth, it was obvious that in his young life he was not used to heavy labor. His dark brown eyes stared solemnly under his dark brow, a bit of resentment in them. Wheeler's hair was dark brown like his eyes, a soft and wavy nest, always just scruffy enough in a picture of leisure.
Photo:
PB: Ricky Ullman
Personality:{At least a paragraph}
Wheeler was an odd fellow at times, at his best a cool guy full of life and laid back sappiness. But when times were bad he was quick to blame others and very deeply envious, sometimes going to extreme lengths to ruin others as a result of his jealousy. Inside he was full of self pity and ego, often wondering why guys who were not as good looking as him, not as cool and fun as him had it better.
History:{At least two paragraphs}
Wheeler was born to a poor family, his parents conceived him when they were both just 17. His father left the scene as soon as he found out Wheeler's mother was going to go through with the birth, and so May Adams was to raise him on her own. She was a very uptight woman, and it didn't help that Wheels was eating and drinking and growing out of things so quickly. He was an average boy, and did what he was told without much fuss when understood that if he wanted to go out and play with his friends, he would have to do chores and be patient when relatives came over.
He met Dr. Samolczyk when he was picking up some mangoes for his mother's famous mango pastries. He was always interested in being part of something that could help the world and maybe being experimented on would even make him famous. Of course, if that happened then making ends meet probably would be a lot easier at home. He agreed to take part eagerly, but when he came back his whole life changed. He lost many of his friends and the others grew apart. They still hung out but whenever someone had something good, they learned to keep the good news from Wheels, who once slashed the tires on his friend's brand new car- that he chipped in for. His mother was concerned that her son was so angry and solitary all of a sudden and raised a little money to send him to a clinic, where he was diagnosed with a mild case of manic depression.
RP Sample:
Wheeler sat patiently at small table of the Red Lobster, calmly waiting for his lunch to arrive. He folded and unfolded his napkin a few times and sipped at his Sprite delicately, the bubbles stinging his nose slightly. He gazed around the room, half-admiring the seawardly decor.
He glances at a couple nearby, and admires the lean, curvy physique of the girl, and her flowing black hair. The guy cuddled the broad now, and they laughed. She pulled him closer and they made out intimately. Their drinks arrive and they continue to tease each other, never skipping a beat. Wheels' gaze flickered to the empty chair beside him and he felt a sudden pressure on his chest.
His hands instantly became icy cold and his face grew warm. They were being so absurdly rude, didn't they realize that? He glared at them both intensely for a few minutes, daring for the guy to look his way but neither of them noticed him at all. He sighed heavily, feeling abashed and sure he was being put on the spot.
Wheels was just certain they were just being so intimate so they could make him so uncomfortable. How could he just sit there and let them torment him like that? Out of the corner of his eye he noticed his dish had arrived. He was too focused to notice. He stared at the food. He was suddenly hungry again and began to eat despite his disgust.
