Post by brandon peter westley on Jun 29, 2008 2:01:43 GMT -5
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BRANDON PETER WESTLEY
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you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer,
FULL NAME: brandon peter westley
NICKNAMES?: prefers just brandon
AGE: 23
GRADE: junior
GENDER: male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight
OCCUPATION: bartender
SOCIAL STATUS: lower middle class
and the way she looked was way beyond compare ,[/COLOR][/font]
HEIGHT: 6'1''
WEIGHT: 58 kilos
HAIR:
His hair is not always the cleanest in the world, and is normally kind off to one side. In the winter is a very dark shade of brown, almost black. He doesn't like to have long hair, so its pretty clean cut on his head. As the seasons changes as summer comes around the summer his hair has been known to become a bit lighter and the color brown is a bit more noticeable. Even though his hair is quite short, its always a bit messy. He's not the kind of guy to come it in a fancy way otherwise.
EYES:
His eyes are amazingly captivating. When he is in a calm and relaxed mood, the color of light green is a bit more noticeable. But most of the time they are a darker shade of jade when he is in one of his moods. They, no matter what shade, always are cold hard, his gaze almost hard to stare into for two long. The pure intimidation in them are overwhelming, and sometimes he can truly look a bit dangerous. His eyes just give him one of those looks, like 'arrest him before he hurts anyone'. Brandon isn't much of a criminal, but his eyes has the glow of a cold hard killer.
BODY TYPE:
Brandon isn't a real brute of a man, but he is not really considered skinny neither. He is quite muscular, his muscles built up from long days at the gym to keep him fit. He is slim and in the right weight percentile, and he always looked like that really. He doesn't keep his weight in check or anything, but he is just naturally active. He is decently tall, in the middle of being extremely tall or way too short. Over all, Brandon is just in the 'middle' rang of guy. He is the normal dashingly handsome dude that just carries himself with a egotistical look to him. He just looks like a jerk from a distance, almost as much as he looks like trouble.
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS:
n/a
ANYTHING ELSE?:
His clothing is quite down-to-earth, and he rarely wears anything flashy. Normally slightly ripped jeans and a t-shirt is his normal clothing t-shirt. Around his neck is always a necklace, the object at the end appearing to be of pure gold. But not even Brandon knows what the object is supposed to be. It was just a gift from his uncle, and he never really needed to ask. Brandon is all on facial expressions, and plenty of them can come over his features. He is very animated when it comes to his eyebrows, and normally always has an amused look; a smirk and a raised brow.
OVERALL:
Overall, Patrick is just another jerk. He is hard to get along with, and sometimes a bit odd when it comes to relationships. He appears quite intimidating really, from the way he carries himself to the glow in his dark green eyes. He has the look of trouble about him; and just has an egotistical and overly selfish appearance to match. A very un-approachable guy it would seem. But almost out of place, he is extremely handsome. A weird combination
FACE CLAIM: jensen ross ackles
well my heart went zoom as i crossed that room,[/COLOR][/font]
PERSONALITY:
- Constantly having a huge ego, almost as if he loves himself more then anyone else.
- He is quite bi-polar, always changing his emotions within seconds. Its like he cant choose which one to settle upon.
- He is easily angered, and his ability to control himself is close to nothing with he is pretty pissed. This gets him into many horrid situations. To put it simply; you don't want to mess with his short temper
- Always and constantly sarcastic. His tone of voice is almost laced it in. He is always cracking a joke, making fun of anyone he could.
- He can be a bit stand-offish sometimes. He really just doesn't get along with most people. Almost to a point that he just ignores you completely before he couldn't control his anger any longer. He definitely prefers people that he knows better then anything. But he has been known to be a bit outgoing when he gets in the moods
- Amazingly, he is extremely loyal. Cracking past that outer-intimating shell of his reveals a truly caring guy. The only hard part is getting that far.
LOVES: Brandon loves only a few specific things, but with a passion. On the top of the list; he loves his car. He is practically close to marrying the old black Impala. He enjoys the company of his sister, but only that certain family member. He loves old movies and hard core music, and constantly is listening to music when ever he can. Whether its on his iPod or blasting in the car, music seems to surround him. He enjoys alcohol and parties, and has been known to let loose sometimes on these 'fantastic' situations. He loves food. No, adores it. Never can get enough of food actually, and hasn't found a food that he hates quite yet.
HATES: Brandon isn't really a big fan of animals, whether it be cats, dogs, fish, or whales. He just doesn't like creatures, and they annoy him till the end of the earth. He hates most of his family, and would rather not have known them at all really. Among his hate list is the fact that he is a bit too selective of his friends. He hates anything out the ordinary. For example; he hates anyone ugly, fat, too short, or extremely tall. He's a bit too selective sometimes, and hurts a lot of peoples feelings because of it. He thinks drugs and smoking his gross, and is smart enough to know that those kind of things get you killed or arrested. He hated anyone over the top. Anyone that is overly dramatic, overly depressed, overly happy etc.
FEARS: Personally, he fears not much. Mostly things that would never happen, and is quite good at masking his fear. But the thing on the all time list of hates is if he accidentally hurts someone he loves. Just the thought of it makes him shiver. He knows he has a short temper, but never seems to be able to control it. Its hard for him to love people purely because he doesn't want to hurt someone. Otherwise, his only one fear (or really phobia) is needles. Even the tough and overly intimating Brandon can nearly faint at the sight of the damn things.
HABITS: Oh god, his habits. For one, he eats like a pig. He stuffs as much food as he can into his mouth as fast as he can. Often it gets all over his face. He constantly runs his hands through his hair in almost every situation, as if he is confused at what is going on. He tends to depend on alcohol too much, and when he is overly sad he drinks like there is no tomorrow. He has the habit of over-reacting so much to a situation that he stirs trouble. He almost had the habit of getting so hungry that he just throws a punch at anyone or anything near by. He also has the habit of dozing off, almost as if he forgets whats going on. Whether it means day dreaming or fully out sleeping all depends on how boring the thing in front of him is.
FLAW: Almost as worse as his habits is his flaws. He is an mid-alcoholic, and tends to drink too much too fast when he gets in one of his moods. He is bi-polar, and gets into more fights then he does relationships. He has a very short temper, and even the tiniest things set him off. He has too much of an ego, and sometimes forgets about the people around him to concentrate on himself. He can be very possessive of his stuff, and will be set off into a rage is you mess with anything of his. He tends to raise his voice a little to much, and get a bit to loud. Even in public places. Finally, he cannot control himself. Whether its his anger, lust, sadness, or love; he just cannot seem to be able to gain his composure once he looses it.
yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away,[/COLOR][/font]
FAMILY:
his parents are not spoken of
younger sister - JENSEN MARIE WESTLEY
HOMETOWN: Maine
HISTORY:
As a kid, he grew up to be quite rebellious. And that was really for one reason; his parents. Mom was a bitch. Dad was a jerk. They really didn't give him any attention what so ever. So, naturally, he craved for the attention in any way that he could get it. So, he turned to trouble. His whole child hood was filled with trouble really. Whether it was trouble at school, home, friends, and even the police. In the end all of the blames went on him. He was constantly beat by his father for what he did. But, quite frankly, sometimes he was beat just because he was there. He just the pinata really, and his father had a go at him for the most randomest things. Whether it was because someone spilled the salt, changed the TV channel, or were home a few minutes late; they would get a huge punch anywhere that he chose. Brandon was thankful, however, that he was the main target instead of his younger sister. Anything or anyone then his younger sister. He hated seeing her get hurt, and especially by father.
The whole thing was caused by alcohol. And it seems that traits ran in the family. At a young age Brandon's mind was properly screwed up. He didn't understand why his parents were so indifferent to him and his issues. He didn't know why they had to blame him for everything and punish him in the most of harshest ways. But he was afraid. So he told no one. Not even his teachers. But he knew that they noticed the bruises on his face, arms, and legs. But the fact that they didn't say anything about it only made him feel more distant from the world. Living under his parents scrutiny only made him realize that only he could help himself, and no one else. So, because of that, he never tried to get anyone's help. He probably could of seriously helped himself and his sister if he just told someone. But he figured no one cared. He lost all respect for adults at a young age, only making him feel helpless around them. He become more rebellious, not caring how much his father hurt him. Like stated, as long as his father moved to beat him and not his sister he was fine with it. It just made him stone cold, just as indifferent as his parents.
When he reached 18, he finally tried to escape them. When he tried, he got the worst beating in the history of his pitiful life. His father threatened him, and his sister. But for once, Brandon threw back a punch in self defense. All that got him was a trip to the hospital with a broken arm and a few ribs. His dad told the doctors some lame ass story about Brandon falling down the stairs on accident. All he could do was nod and agree with him. The doctors, just like the rest of the world, looked away from him without a care. Left him in the dark. As soon as he got out of the hospital; he left. He grabbed all his stuff, his belongings, his car, and his sister and left for New York without any notice. The less his parents knew the better off they were.
In New York, life was new. Fresh. Luckily, his little sister Jensen, really didn't seem to be damaged by her past. Brandon was just one screwed up guy, so lost that he nearly jumped off into the abyss. The only thing that kept him alive, really, was his sister herself. He didn't approve of her irrational behavior, and she could be a little over-dramatic at some times; but without her his life would be one empty shit hole. So they started over in New York, Brandon finding a job as a bartender and soon getting his own place. Jensen lived him for a little while, but when she grew old enough and settled into New York as well, she moved out to live by herself. Brandon was left to himself, regretting the fact that Jensen needed to live somewhere then with her older brother the rest of her life. Eventually, the old scars healed over just enough for him to live on with some sort of ease. But his personality is permanently altered because of his past, and it would never change.
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YOUR NAME; Giana T. Just call me Thia
YEARS RPING; Geesh atleast 3-4 years now
PHRASE: acrosstheuniverse
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:
'Kate, i can explain' Patrick said, standing up slowly off the couch. The other girl was already struggling to pull her shirt back on in embarrassment. Kate looked like she was about to explode. And Patrick felt that familiar feeling of dread pour over him. His hands outstretched in front of him in a way that was almost like 'don't hurt me'. The girl was trying to edge away toward the door now that she was decent. Patrick kept his eyes on his so called girlfriend, the new groceries ruined and splattered and the floor of his apartment. Oh geeze. Slowly and surely he edged away from him, her face burning in rage and disbelief. It was clear by her gaze, however, she didn't know whether she should be angry or sad. 'Explain, what is there to explain Patrick?' she said, her voice quite close to hysterics at this point. She looked like a maniac, and animal back up into a corner and ready to explode. Patrick, making himself almost tiny in hopes to calm her down. 'You are a fucking horrible boyfriend Patrick, do you know that?' she said, her words more of a spat angered sentenced then a question. They had moved into the kitchen, Patrick straightening up a little more. There was his acting, and his face appeared completely apologetic. 'I know, I'm sorry' he said, his voice low and negotiable. It was so sweet and almost too sad that you just wanted to obey it and believe he was truly sorry. But at this point he was just trying to prevent an accident from happening. He was just trying to stop someone from getting hurt. He heard the sound of someone moving to his side, and he glanced quickly toward the door to see the girl making her escape. He held a smug and almost disappointed gaze in his eyes for a few moments at this, truly sad that they didn't get to finish. However, as he turned back to his 'girlfriend' he froze in shock. Wielded in her hands was a knife, its glittering metal shining in her sweaty palm. 'STOP!' she screamed, threating enough to make the girl sudden pause in fright. When she saw the knife she nearly fainted in fear, her feet moving quickly to back away from Kate. With a glare that was like 'Ill get you next' Kate turned away from Patrick and suddenly went after the girl. Murder in her eyes. Patrick stared in disbelief, his mouth open in shock at Kate's actions. She was the last girl he would expect to do such things. But, then again, Patrick really didn't make her happy a few moments ago.
She sure didn't seem very hesitant about Patrick being there. So he didn't really try to make himself known, and simply leaned against the wall of the bathroom in a nonchalant posture. But no one could mistake the glow of lust in his eyes. She was not the first one to get such attention from Patrick, that much was for sure. He really wasn't a single-relationship guy, and that was just how he rolled. Or whatever. Hell, he had a few so called 'girlfriends'. He was even having a not-just-friendly relationship with his single real exerciser, Julie. But so far that whole thing was out of the way, and not many people even knew about that little meeting they had. A smug smile formed on his lips at the thought, his hands pulling up to cross over his chest. Laid back was how he appeared, but he was fully and ready to jump to attention when needed. Well, I might be able to help you out with the lonely part, the rest of it I'm not so sure. she said teasingly, and he chuckled lightly at her comment. Patrick truly was rich wasn't he? Well, he had bet a hell of a lot of money on his horses. He always earned more then he lost, purely because he was good at knowing the winners. Maybe he was cheating a little bit. But technically there was no rule about trainer's betting on other horses. Of course, he bets on his own racers. But when he has the extra time he slips some cash under the table and gets his tickets. You could imagine his surprise when he left the track with almost 1000 dollars. Cha-ching! After a few moments of silence, Patrick spoke. "I would like that. Like that a lot"
She sure didn't seem very hesitant about Patrick being there. So he didn't really try to make himself known, and simply leaned against the wall of the bathroom in a nonchalant posture. But no one could mistake the glow of lust in his eyes. She was not the first one to get such attention from Patrick, that much was for sure. He really wasn't a single-relationship guy, and that was just how he rolled. Or whatever. Hell, he had a few so called 'girlfriends'. He was even having a not-just-friendly relationship with his single real exerciser, Julie. But so far that whole thing was out of the way, and not many people even knew about that little meeting they had. A smug smile formed on his lips at the thought, his hands pulling up to cross over his chest. Laid back was how he appeared, but he was fully and ready to jump to attention when needed. Well, I might be able to help you out with the lonely part, the rest of it I'm not so sure. she said teasingly, and he chuckled lightly at her comment. Patrick truly was rich wasn't he? Well, he had bet a hell of a lot of money on his horses. He always earned more then he lost, purely because he was good at knowing the winners. Maybe he was cheating a little bit. But technically there was no rule about trainer's betting on other horses. Of course, he bets on his own racers. But when he has the extra time he slips some cash under the table and gets his tickets. You could imagine his surprise when he left the track with almost 1000 dollars. Cha-ching! After a few moments of silence, Patrick spoke. "I would like that. Like that a lot"
Hur hur hur. His eye brows pulled up as far as they possibly could when Alayna turned to face him. Talk about revealing. You see, Patrick had one great big weakness. Women. He could be drawn to them in such a way that he could loose everything human and intelligent in him just for the experience. So, to put it simply, Patrick was stone-dumb and easily fooled when it came to women. That was why he got into so many bad situations. Just show him a bit of anything, or do just anything on the way-too-friendly side, and he would just loose his mind right then and there. Too much testosterone in his head or something. He was stupid and foolish enough to make love to a girl that he didn't even know, not even her name when he had a currently girlfriend. He was foolish enough to get himself hurt physically. On many occasions he had been used for something. Whether it was for the sex or just his money; he was uncanny when it came to giving whoever whatever they wanted. On many occasions he was robbed, and that girl that was so teasing purely wanted something of his. And sometimes, rarely, he got a bit too dangerous. As if he was put into one drive and couldn't back up. And sometimes, when a course is set on one thing he didn't stop until he got it. That was when he accidentally did things he regretted. Patrick was a unpredictable guy. Bi-polar, always changing. So you had to very careful when it came to getting to know him. Because sometimes he wouldn't accept the fact that you wanted to suddenly change your mind. That sounds as if you want something from me Patrick. she said, and he kept on smiling. He pushed those thoughts into the back of his mind, his weight shifting to the other foot as he stood up a bit more. She was coming closer, her movements almost too seductive for him to control himself. Revealing and still wet he could help but lean closer when her face came close to his. Truthfully, his heart was beating a thousand times a minute. "You could say that..."[/color] he said, a smirk on his features. Boldly, his hand wrapped around her back to pull her close to him. Her bare chest against his own he leaned down enough to touch his lips against her. Anyone could guess that his actions were a bit passionate, and this kiss was far different from the one on the walking path. It was more 'wanting' if anything, and he pulled her tight against him. Bold. A bit to bold. Bold enough to scare someone off.
Lips against lips he reset his position often, preforming the true word for 'make out'. His other hand gripped her wet hair tight for the moment. Then, he lost his composure. His hand dropped, moving to the side of her robe as if to move it off her shoulder. When he realized what he was doing, he froze, his hand nearly pulling off the only thing covering her body. He pulled his lips away from her's slightly, taking in fresh air for the moment. He took in one great gasp of air, letting it loose in almost a defeated sigh. She smelled so nice, so clean. He felt such an urge to just pull the robe off, let himself loose. Why was he being so careful with her, so cautious about his actions. She seemed to be a pretty strong gal, able to handle herself. And yet, for some reason, he was hesitant. He let go of her robe, his hand dropping to his sides. There was a slight smile on his features as he stared at her, his lust filled gaze almost glaring into her own eyes. There was a battle going on in his head, one that he couldn't not simply find a victor. He loosened his grip on her back, allowing some space between the two. His chest was rising and falling in a quick rhythmic motion, his heart beating against his chest with such intensity he felt as if he was going to burst. "I'm sorry..."[/color] he said under his breath. It was hard to tell if his apology was genuine or just another fake charade of his. [/quote]
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