Post by heath alexander farron on Jun 26, 2008 14:08:52 GMT -5
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HEATH ALEXANDER FARRON
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you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer,
FULL NAME: Heath Alexander Farron
NICKNAMES?: Pony.
AGE: twenty-three.
GRADE: Junior.
GENDER: Male.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight.
OCCUPATION: He is wealthy, no need for a job.
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HEIGHT: five'nine
WEIGHT: fiftyseven kilos
HAIR: His hair is cut not to short and shaggy. It's a medium brown colour. It may seem as though he doesnt take good care of his hair, but he actually spends more time on it than the average women. He likes playing around with jells and products in his hair. Anything to make him more appealing to the ladies.
EYES: His eyes are a deep chocolate brown. Heath believes his eyes are his best features, and so do his girls. They have little specks of grey in them, but you wouldn't notice unless you staired into them for a while.
BODY TYPE: Heath is the average hight and weight for his age. He isn't too toned, which he finds is a good way to not be intimidating for the ladies. He jogs and works out to stay in shape.
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS: Heath has a tatoo on the back of his neck. It is hard to see, unless your looking for it. It is two rings attached togther. It symbolizes his love for his mother.
ANYTHING ELSE?: The guy also has outstanding style. Heath is very into looking good, though he always thinks he looks good, no matter what. His style varies, and usually depends on what is in at the time. He can go from very preppy style, to jeans and a t-shirt. But one thing is for sure, he always has to look great.
OVERALL: Overall, Heath is one hott dude. Well, at least he thinks he is. He loves his 'I don't care about my hair' hair, is layed back style, and most of all, his handsome eyes. Heath gives credit to his looks for all the ladies he gets into bed.
FACE CLAIM: Ed Westwick.
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PERSONALITY:
- sarcastic.
- cunning.
- charming.
- rude.
- harsh.
LOVES: Girls. Girls, girls, and more girls. Heath loves his ladies and can't get enough of their overnight stays. He also loves his money. Heath adores being as wealthy as he is. Parties are a major past time of Heath's. He enjoys everything about them, from the girls to the booze. He is a big eater, even though it doesn't show on his body. His main guilty pleasure, fast food. Lastly, he loves to make himself look good. Wether its fashion, or hair, he knows how to look hot.
HATES: Heath hates girls who think they are too good for him. Come on, no one is. He also hates jocks. They walk around like the own the place. Guys who steal his girls also tick off Heath. He hates spiders, and lastly, he hates touch me not girls. Who are they kidding?
FEARS: losing his ability to get any girl he wants,
losing all his money.
HABITS: one night stangs.
flirting.
drinking.
partying.
constantly fixing his hair.
having too many girls.
FLAW: he thinks hes perfect.
can scare some girls off.
commitment issues.
arrogent.
cocky.
yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away,[/COLOR][/font]
FAMILY: `Joshua Farron- father.
`Rebecca Farron {deceased}- mother.
`Kirsten Farron- step mother.
`Richard (Ricky) Farron- younger brother.
HOMETOWN: New York City.
HISTORY: Heath's life is far from a fairy tail, but we will start this story as many have before with the classic "once apon a time". Once apon a time, there lived a boy named Heath Farron. He grew up, as many have with a mother, a father and an annoying little brother. He lived in a large town house in New York City with her normal, yet disfunctional family. His father was a very famous, very rich lawyer who was rarley home. His mother was a stay at home mom who was a model on the side. Heath never felt as close to his father as he did his mother. They spent almost every moment of everyday togther. His mother and her father had been having problems with their marrige for a while. Then, his mother was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of thirty nine. Heath stayed strong throughout the treatments and all the illness. Until, one day it got worse. It was so bad that the doctors felt they could do no more for her. Then three days before Heath turned twelve, his mother passed away. Heath tried to stay strong infront of his eight year old brother. He had to.
Then came the step mother. The gold digging twenty seven year old wiggled her way into Heath's father's life and they wed when Heath was sixteen. When she was infront of her new husband, Kirsten was sweet and kind to the children. But when he was gone, she turned into dragon lady. Heath hated this new life and wished that his mother was still alive. Heath moved out when he was eighteen years old. He decided to stay in New York City, however, to be there for his brother, and because New York was his home.
Heath believes he is they way he is today because of his past. His mother was always the one telling him to be a good boy. But now, hes not. His father never cared enough to teach him right from wrong. He often had women over at the house, making it seem like the norm for Heath to follow in his fathers footsteps in that area too. It is hard to believe that such a well behaved boy, turned out to be the Heath that he is today.
Now, Heath lives in a large penthouse in New York City. He is still living off his father's money, because he refuses to get a job. He is a Junior at Waverly University, and he loves everything about the school. Espically the girls. Somethings will never change, and Heath's additude towards women is one of them.
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YOUR NAME; sam.
YEARS RPING; one.
PHRASE: across the universe.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:
After a long day of auditioning, meeting with potential agents, and going to classes, it was time for a coffee break. This was the one time in Hannah's day where she didn't have to worry about rushing, being late, or trying to impress someone. It was her time, and she wished she could have more of it. But, being on the rise to fame, she was a busy girl, and didn't have time to stop and smell the roses. It was a harsh reality, but it was one she had delt with for the past few years, so it had become kind of second nature for her to be busy.
Instead of her usual routine of hailing a cab or taking a subway, Hannah decided to walk to Starbuks on that sunny afternoon. It was a beautiful day and she wanted to take advantage of her short time off. Her mind wonderd as she made her way down the busy streets of New York City. Hearing and seeing the sights and sounds of her fine city was one of Hannah's favourtie things about her day. It was home. She had lived in New York her whole life and never wanted to leave. Why should she? She had a promising acting career, friends she loved, and a spot in the best drama program in any university.
Hannah continued on her journy to the Starbucks. The people who worked there had become like family. She had been going to that same Starbucks sence she started drinking coffee. Drinking coffee was the one thing her and her father had in common. They both loved Starbucks, and that was they one place they would go togther. It was a weird tradition, but it was theirs. Hannah finilly arrived at the Starbucks with a grin on her face.
Ding the bell on the top of the door rang as she enterd the building. It was a fermilar noise she had heard daily. She walked up to the counter and looked at the menu, even though she got the same thing every time, it was nice to make it look like she would change her order. The man behind the counter was tall, blonde and pretty. He wasn't one of the usual cahseers, but he was kinda cute. Hannah ran her toung gently over her lips. Can I help you? He asked. A large coffee please, Hannah responded. She never used Starbucks lingo, even though she knew it oh so well. The man got her coffee, she payed him, and took a seat by the window. She looked out at New York. What a place to live.
Instead of her usual routine of hailing a cab or taking a subway, Hannah decided to walk to Starbuks on that sunny afternoon. It was a beautiful day and she wanted to take advantage of her short time off. Her mind wonderd as she made her way down the busy streets of New York City. Hearing and seeing the sights and sounds of her fine city was one of Hannah's favourtie things about her day. It was home. She had lived in New York her whole life and never wanted to leave. Why should she? She had a promising acting career, friends she loved, and a spot in the best drama program in any university.
Hannah continued on her journy to the Starbucks. The people who worked there had become like family. She had been going to that same Starbucks sence she started drinking coffee. Drinking coffee was the one thing her and her father had in common. They both loved Starbucks, and that was they one place they would go togther. It was a weird tradition, but it was theirs. Hannah finilly arrived at the Starbucks with a grin on her face.
Ding the bell on the top of the door rang as she enterd the building. It was a fermilar noise she had heard daily. She walked up to the counter and looked at the menu, even though she got the same thing every time, it was nice to make it look like she would change her order. The man behind the counter was tall, blonde and pretty. He wasn't one of the usual cahseers, but he was kinda cute. Hannah ran her toung gently over her lips. Can I help you? He asked. A large coffee please, Hannah responded. She never used Starbucks lingo, even though she knew it oh so well. The man got her coffee, she payed him, and took a seat by the window. She looked out at New York. What a place to live.
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