Post by robert mathew sting; on Jul 28, 2008 23:22:13 GMT -5
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ROBERT MATHEW STING
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as i write this letter,
FULL NAME: robert mathew sting
NICKNAMES?: rob, robby
AGE: thirty
GRADE: professor
GENDER: male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: strait
OCCUPATION: english professor at waverly university
SOCIAL STATUS: first class
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HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 153 lb.
HAIR: mr. sting has gorgeous blond hair, that gets darker under and closer to his neck. he never does it in any particular style, he just flops it over nicely and calls it a day. it's rather long for a professor's do though, and he looks young with it.
EYES: rob has stunning green-blue eyes. not so much hazel as a delightful mix of the two colors green and blue. they are easy to get lost in, but i'm sure not too many people will be staring into them any time soon.
BODY TYPE: robert has a stunningly athletic build for a literature teacher. he has muscular arms and gorgeous shoulders that he hides under button-up polos every day in his job.
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS: none.
ANYTHING ELSE?: rob is a teacher. is there much else to say? he wears polos and nice shirts to work, along with either jeans or khakis. he's so blah during the school day, and not a whole lot better out of it. he's an average guy, and wears average white tees with average jeans average plaid shirts. nothing is extremely amazing looking, or formal. it's all average, because that's the sort of person rob tends to be. plain and simple.
GENERAL APPEARANCE: you see a gorgeous man walked down the sidewalk. he has blond hair, that looks long and shaggy. he looks free-spirited because of this trait, and his striking eyes only add to the time you are lost in his image. they catch the light of the sun almost perfectly, and you can immediately see that they are green; but wait, they're blue, too. the more he moves the more you can see the two colors blend in the light he basks in.
this man has a firm, yet gentle looking face. he looks like he has no emotion on him, but once you catch his eyes and their gentle movement, you can tell he's just a sweety. his hair also cues to this, since it is long and moves as gently as he does,
when this man smiles, you can't help but want to smile as well. his teeth are average and clean, but the way his lips move make you shiver. he always looks so calm and caring, and you can tell he's a teacher. he has a gentle, teacher-like wave that radiates from him, and you know he understands words. he has the expression of a poet, but he could be an athlete.
his body is well toned for a teacher. he has the eyes and expression of a gentle poet, but he also has the body of an athlete. he looks strong and muscular in the arms and chest, and he stands strong but not totally buff. he doesn't consider himself very masculine as of muscle mass. the man barely takes himself as good looking, because he can only see himself as a quick-witted literature teacher, with a way of words. and most literature teachers like him would be lean and lanky, not strong and average.
FACE CLAIM: matt damon
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GENERAL TRAITS: witty wordful feeling
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ANOTHER PERSON'S OPINION ON YOUR CHARACTER: he's an ass. but a charming, gorgeous, understanding ass he is. he can always help anyone that walks through the door. be it a student or an elderly man. rob has a sweet spot for gorgeous women though, and that can get him into a pickle. like once he feel for a student of his? not pretty, he almost got fired. of coarse he's the best literature professor anyone could find in this hell whole of a country, so they have to keep him. i'm sure he could date any woman, and if they were right and smart, they'd love him.
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FAMILY:
mother: delilah sting, 59, retired
father: george sting, deceased
siblings: none
HOMETOWN: new york, new york
HISTORY: this little city man was born in new york city on december 12. his mother and father were married and he was planned; thank god. he was to be their first of three children. you see, the stings had everything planned out. their family was organized. everything was planned and either had a date on the calender or wasn't an actual event. all the birthday parties were planned one month beforehand. everything was tidy and clean.
when robert mathew sting was born, his father was still with them. he grew an innocent childhood, and once school started, his parents could see that he had a sharp mind. he was extremely smart, excelled in all of his classes. this is really how his life went through elementary school.
when junior high appeared, both his grandparents died, and soon after, his father. his life was quiet and small, and his mother did everything she could to comfort the child. but a barrier was put up in front of everyone, and soon he was the sixth grader that was super smart, clean and cute; but he had the personality of a gnat. he was always quiet, never spoken unless he was answering a question during class.
he met a girl though, and she was the exact opposite of him. she was free spirited, hippie-like, and opened robert up like a drawer. he became happy, they fell in love, and he was finally a teenager again. he was still extraordinary in school, having a girlfriend never changed his grades thank goodness. she was the only thing on his mind, and he was madly in love.
then she died in a car accident. robert was devastated, all he did was do his homework, sleep, and write deep poetry. he skimmed through high school, and immediately went to a top literature school in massachusetts. his life looked a little brighter, and he had a better outlook on it then he had before. he met another woman, and they married when when he was a junior in collage. he was training to be a teacher and novelist, and he wrote his first novel on his new wife.
but the couple drew apart as the choice of children loomed in the distance. he wanted no children, she desperately wanted one.
the two fought constantly, and when robert was a fourth grade school teacher, he almost got fired because he was so ornery to all the children. the two finally divorced, and robert was happy. well, he was still torn up, but he was all 'good ridiance, bitch' on his ex.
he escaped her to new york, where he landed the amazing job of being a college professor and a novelist. he was there fir a year, when he met a student that he soon fell for. he lost control of his job, and almost lost it. but the lovers were over, and robert went back to his job. he has great strength to reach out to his students, and gets along great with all of them now.
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YOUR NAME: floride!
YEARS RPING: three-four years
OTHER CHARACTERS: tallulah anne grace & alexander jay martin
PHRASE: acrosstheuniverse
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:
miss macaroni burgers!
Her green high top converse scuffed against the cement of backstage. It was a Monday afternoon at Affina Gardens and here was little miss Tallulahh. She pivoted on her left foot, turning around completely and pacing back the other way. Her fingernails were being chewed up by the second, but the black Sharpie that used to cover them had long-since faded. Now there was a small line of it lining her cuticles, but that was it. Why was she so nervous? It was a Monday, like I said, and she had no afternoon classes. So she performed at Affina Gardens hotel in the Green Room. It was a spiffy name, but every afternoon there would be an act; a performance of some kind. Tallulah volunteered, since it was paying, and agreed to play guitar and sing. It wasn't like a full time job, but it payed her well and she would just play certain songs every Monday.
This Monday was different. She had asked to play her own work. Bad idea for miss stage fright. How would she sing words that actually meant something to her, rather than a Relient K anthem that was easy on acoustic? She wasn't even a musician, so she could be singing horribly. But the hotel had no other performances, so they would have to live with her. She slid her phone open, checking for any texts from her jayjay the jet plane. literally, that's what his id was on her phone. jayson jeff; a rockstar now.
But when they met, they were just city kids. Little city kids. They were always friends; like really close. They could laugh together. She was always there for him though, emotionally especially. A close friend of his left town senior year without the least goodbye. Of coarse Tallulah was there, and she glided through it with him, keeping the kid distracted and always just there to goof off with. They hit it off real well at a party though. And there they were, in love. I mean, Tallulah was in love. There wasn't a moment she didn't think about Jayson. But she didn't know about him, she wasn't psychic. She never liked thinking about him and other girls, but he was so awesome, he distracted her enough to where the thought barely skimmed her mind.
Backstage was small; it was more of a red curtain that fell between a cement slab and the wooden stage. She took about seven steps per pace, then whirled around. yeah, that small. He was supposed to be there, Jayson was. He promised, because he knew what it was like to have stage fright, or maybe not, but he claimed he did, and he said he'd be there. She ruffled through her short brown hair, adjusting her black vest over her green tee that read Nevershoutnever! over the chest. A pair of skinny jeans and her converse and she was set. It was just a little performance anyway, right? There was nothing to be scared of, right? As long as Jayson was there, she'd be fine.
Why was she so freaking nervous in the first place? Why couldn't things be easier, and have no one show up at the performance? She slid her phone open again, feeling herself get warm. tallulah wasn't one to get nervous, you know. She usually would be belting out complicated Guns'N'Roses crap right now if it weren't her own work. Sure, singing other's music was fun, but her own work? It was like screaming, 'OH MY GOD I TORE THIS FEELING IM SINGING RIGHT OUT OF MY HEART PLEASE DON'T CRITISIZE ME BECAUSE I WOULD DIE!' right on stage. That was just another reason she was so proud of Jayson; he had the guts to be able to sing his own music while being criticized and hated on. He was so brave. So was Tallulah, but when it came to this horn-dog lyric crap? she was totally out of there.
She checked her phone again, no new texts. It was 4:53. Show started at 5. She'd be singing three of her own songs, then encore if anyone even cared with a few other covers. She gripped the guitar's neck high, right under the pegs. It was her acoustic she was using, and she loved it. It was one of her first guitars, but not her absolute first, you know? The first one she got when she was wittle, but it sort of grew from there. And she had to remember; singing wasn't her thing. She wrote. She wrote books, for the paper, and a song for Jayson to play. She didn't know if he used it, but if he did she would be giddy and know every word and it's meaning.
Still no new texts. She was beginning to worry. And it was just in a little hotel; probably no one would come to watch anyway. If just Jayson came, that'd be fine with her.
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