Post by Blaine Grayson on Jul 22, 2007 4:38:39 GMT -5
Personal:
Name: Chrissssstopher!
Years of Roleplaying: Too many...
Any Other Characters on this Site? Not yet...
Character Basics:
Name: Blaine Markus Grayson
Nickname(s): Grayson/Gray, occasionally.
Age: 19
Grade: Senior
Gender: Male
Weight: 168
Height: 6'1”
Eye Color: Hazel, more so green with a hint of gray.
Hair Color: Lighter brown, dirty blonde
Tattoos/Piercings:
Scars/Birth Marks:
Blaine’s body is lined with scars from his childhood living with an abusive father. His wrists also have single scars on them from when he attempted suicide at thirteen. Blaine’s birthmark is located just in front of his right ear, it’s far too light to be visible unless actually looking though.
Physical Appearance:
Standing just at the perfect height for any girls dream guy and under the just-below-loose shirt that is overrode by a hooded zip-up or pull over jacket, is a just-above average body that would typically give him some sort of incorrect “jock” status. Though, his chiseled chest and large arms art filled just right by his off brand or band name tee, it is quite easy to see by his clothing that he is anywhere but in that clique. His long sleeved shirts or jackets are often just long enough to hide his hands inside. His usual pair of blue jeans consist of a few holes due to constant wearing. He rarely gets rid of a pair he likes until they’re at the point of falling apart. His pants are just tight enough too show off his butt, still, defiantly loose enough to have room for his hands and wallet in his pockets.
His hair is often spiked upward has a tendency to favor one side over the other so when he doesn’t want to waste time fixing it just right, he slips on one of the many hats he owns or goes out with natural bed hair. Blaine has also found out that a bright blue Mohawk fits him well.
His hazel green eyes have the ability to cause a girl to get lost in them. They often stand out when he wears darker colors, which is a daily thing. No wonder this emo boy gets so many girls…
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Marital Status: Single/Swinger
Character Academics:
Classes:
- Calculus
- Senior Health and Physical Education
- French IIII
- Physics
- English 12
- Photography
- Woodshop
- Advanced Art
Sports:
- Cross Country
- Swimming
Activities:
- Photography Club
- Art Club
Clique: “The Emo Kids”
About your Character:
Personality:
Meet darkness. His name you ask? Blaine Grayson. He’s the boy in the back of the classroom that you never hear a peep from unless he was unwillingly asked to the board or is proving your dumb-ass wrong. Intelligence is a understatement for this creative mind. Blaine is very outspoken and has no problem making you look like an unintelligent person.
However, Blaine’s personality is torn by his past. Being handed the burden of one of the emo’s, after word got around of his attempted suicide, his outspoken self once again became the quiet mouse in class, now only replying to teachers or classmates in an upset tone. He’s a very physical person, both sexually and angrily. Words are often covered up with fists due to his broken soul. To the naked eye, people fail to see just how fragile this world loathing boy is. The smile that can be seen on his face a few times through out the day often fool those that walk past him, until the truth is caught in their ear. Blaine’s tortured heart has given up on making his life any better, resulting in the continuance of his rage and picking up the unhealthy habit of excessive drinking, fueling his rage that much more.
Blaine is anything but an open book. Instantly, walls are put up, guarding his heart from letting people in, refusing to allow another to break an already broken, pieced back together heart. By shielding his heart from outside contact, it’s easy for him to become attached to anyone. The downfall though, with every open door or window that he is closing, he is losing his chance to take that risk to what could be something wonderful. Blaine never was the emotional daredevil.
As for people that somehow tore down his walls, his personality has a slight difference, but not completely. Blaine is still the depressed, broken hearted angry teenager, just with a light hint of happiness every now and again. It’s a surprise to most to find out that this closed off boy can actually be a real party animal, and even crack a joke.
Likes:
+ Art
+ Girls
+ Sex
+ Alcohol
+ Staying healthy (Working out, sports)
+ Junk food
+ Cars
+ Writing
+ Sleeping in
+ Cuddling
+ Warmth from another
+ Late night phone calls
+ Swimming
+ School, for the most part
+ Lust
+ His room
+ Exploring others through his pictures (emotions, expressions, etc.)
+ Cheating (The rush he gets from it)
Dislikes:
- Life
- Himself
- Being alone
- Abuse, with the exception of self inflicted wounds and alcohol
- Errors
- Writers block
- Loneliness that he can blame only himself for
- Being caught
- Early phone calls that wake him up
- Interruptions
- People, with the exception of a few
- Things out of order
- Nightmares
- His parents
- Childhood
Strengths:
+ Art
+ Seriousness
+ Responsibility
+ Physical appearance
+ Depth
+ Cheating
Weaknesses:
- Unwilling to commit
- Shyness
- The instant reaction to put walls up when people enter his life
- Staying closed off
- Emotional distance
- Cheating
- Failure
Hobbies:
Blaine’s main priority is his art. He enjoys drawing, painting, photography, and messing around with photo-shop. Next is his fitness, Blaine is obsessive about keeping his body in shape and often takes long runs, jogs or walks through town or at the football field when it’s empty. He’s also caught down at the pool practicing for the next competition. Other than that, you’ll rarely see this secretive guy unless you walk in on him at a party with a girl, at the bar getting drunk, or you live with him/visit a lot. He’s not very social, he’s the exact opposite actually.
Family:
History:
Hi, my name is Blaine Grayson and I’m a future alcoholic. I was born and raised here in Pennsylvania. Yep, that’s right, my ancestors have fucked me over and I’m stuck here forever, or so the legend says…
You see, I’m the guy that you despise but, at the same time, you lust for me. It’s possible that I’m addicted to sex. You normal people walk past me without a care in the world, you’ve shoved me into lockers because of my emo status, but instantly regret it when I push back and you find me in bed with your girlfriend within the week. I will fuck up your life like mine has been fucked up since I was born.
Remember me? I’m the lost boy sitting in the corner at seven years old with gashes in my skin and bruises on my face that daddy dearest caused. You only talk about me behind my back now, unaware of my figure sitting behind you, listening to every word flow into my ear, tearing another piece of my heart that is only touched by my past.
Did you watch the news that day? Breaking News: The thirteen year old Blaine Grayson that sliced his wrist open with his father’s razor blade in his tree house after burning down the empty house, loveless house just weeks ago has yet another down fall- becoming an orphan after his ungrateful parents died in a car accident. His only brother, Joshua, took him in after that. He was the only decent one in the family, the only one that cared about what his younger brother grew up to be.
Now grown and residing with his brother (who stays gone) in Legend Falls houses, Blaine lives a spectacular life. He drinks until he can’t walk straight, fucks whoever he wants, and is one of the best student’s teachers could ask for. Unlike a lot of kids at his school, Blaine has a special talent, only, his is much different the sport talent his classmates have. His passion is for art and writing. It’s his one true love that has yet to give up on him. He’s excellent at it, too, but he’d never admit it. Life isn’t always as it seems though, as you’ll find out with just one talk session. His other love was ruined by his cheating, he was broken by his faults. All of them sat in a pile that stayed on his mind, depressing this emo boy even more as he swam through his past, drowning in it with no one to save him.
Character Extras:
Celebrity: Ackles, Jensen
Canon or Original: Canon
Finishing Up:
Sample Post:
Stepping out of the black Hummer that he seemed to of deserved after the death of his parents, Forrest closed the door, taking in the memories of that day. These kids didn't deserve anything like they were getting, personal servants, cars that they could never afford if it wasn't for their parents or guardians, and these houses. Of course, nobody deserved these houses. Who needs nine bathrooms and ten bedrooms for a three person family anyway?
With the shake of his head, his golden locks fell to his face. Forrest was quick to run the tips of his fingers through his hair, pushing it back into place as he walked up the small set of stairs and to the door. Pressing his finger against the white button, sounds of a song that the title was at the tip of your tongue played throughout the house. Soon after, a petite girl came running down the stairs and greeted him at the door. Jacie Di'Orio. She couldn't resist a good fuck if she tried. Giving into temptation had become impossible for her, of course, Forrest had no room to talk. Perhaps that's why they got along so well, being so much a like. They could talk about anything, lately they just chose not to. Physical attraction had got the better of them. What more could you expect in a town of sin though?
Forrest took it upon himself to look the girl up and down quickly as she walked away from him. He knew exactly what he was getting with her. This wasn't their first time. The two had exchanged blog messages, texts and phone calls asking for a meeting to satisfy their needs. Though, she sometimes surprised him, just wanting to chat as a cure to her undying boredom. He hated those surprises. He'd much rather have her opening her legs to him.
"Where's your Dad?"
He had caught her eye for a moment, long enough to ask the only question he was interested in getting an answer to. It wouldn't matter if he was here or not, it wasn't like the two didn't betray her father upstairs in her bedroom while he sat quietly down stairs listening to the TV. The two had some what mastered the art of staying quiet during their sin filled moments. Cupping each others hands over their mouths as built up moans escaped their lips. Daddy Dearest had to know by now that his little Princess wasn't as pure as he'd like to think.
As always, Forrest made himself at home, grabbing a soda from the fridge and placing himself on top of the island that sat in the middle of the rather large kitchen.
"Couldn't find anyone else to help with your dirty deeds?" That certain smirk crossed his lips, the one he uses after an unnecessary smart ass comment. Jacie, like most, had grown used to it, but it didn't stop it from hitting a nerve when he found pleasure in not caring about whoever he might of been with that night. Forrest however, didn't mind. Every girl in school knew of his overly confident attitude the moment they talked to him. It only started getting out of hand after his break up Sophomore year, but he took no notice to his flaws. They didn't matter, he wasn't there to impress a girl, he was there to get some ass. That's all it ever meant.
Popping the top of his can of drink, Forrest brought it to his parted lips and allowed the chilled beverage to flow into his mouth and down his throat before sitting it next to him. It wouldn't take long, after this small conversation filled with wise cracks, they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off of each other... Hopefully... He wasn't here for conversation, not today.
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Name: Chrissssstopher!
Years of Roleplaying: Too many...
Any Other Characters on this Site? Not yet...
Character Basics:
Name: Blaine Markus Grayson
Nickname(s): Grayson/Gray, occasionally.
Age: 19
Grade: Senior
Gender: Male
Weight: 168
Height: 6'1”
Eye Color: Hazel, more so green with a hint of gray.
Hair Color: Lighter brown, dirty blonde
Tattoos/Piercings:
Scars/Birth Marks:
Blaine’s body is lined with scars from his childhood living with an abusive father. His wrists also have single scars on them from when he attempted suicide at thirteen. Blaine’s birthmark is located just in front of his right ear, it’s far too light to be visible unless actually looking though.
Physical Appearance:
Standing just at the perfect height for any girls dream guy and under the just-below-loose shirt that is overrode by a hooded zip-up or pull over jacket, is a just-above average body that would typically give him some sort of incorrect “jock” status. Though, his chiseled chest and large arms art filled just right by his off brand or band name tee, it is quite easy to see by his clothing that he is anywhere but in that clique. His long sleeved shirts or jackets are often just long enough to hide his hands inside. His usual pair of blue jeans consist of a few holes due to constant wearing. He rarely gets rid of a pair he likes until they’re at the point of falling apart. His pants are just tight enough too show off his butt, still, defiantly loose enough to have room for his hands and wallet in his pockets.
His hair is often spiked upward has a tendency to favor one side over the other so when he doesn’t want to waste time fixing it just right, he slips on one of the many hats he owns or goes out with natural bed hair. Blaine has also found out that a bright blue Mohawk fits him well.
His hazel green eyes have the ability to cause a girl to get lost in them. They often stand out when he wears darker colors, which is a daily thing. No wonder this emo boy gets so many girls…
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Marital Status: Single/Swinger
Character Academics:
Classes:
- Calculus
- Senior Health and Physical Education
- French IIII
- Physics
- English 12
- Photography
- Woodshop
- Advanced Art
Sports:
- Cross Country
- Swimming
Activities:
- Photography Club
- Art Club
Clique: “The Emo Kids”
About your Character:
Personality:
Meet darkness. His name you ask? Blaine Grayson. He’s the boy in the back of the classroom that you never hear a peep from unless he was unwillingly asked to the board or is proving your dumb-ass wrong. Intelligence is a understatement for this creative mind. Blaine is very outspoken and has no problem making you look like an unintelligent person.
However, Blaine’s personality is torn by his past. Being handed the burden of one of the emo’s, after word got around of his attempted suicide, his outspoken self once again became the quiet mouse in class, now only replying to teachers or classmates in an upset tone. He’s a very physical person, both sexually and angrily. Words are often covered up with fists due to his broken soul. To the naked eye, people fail to see just how fragile this world loathing boy is. The smile that can be seen on his face a few times through out the day often fool those that walk past him, until the truth is caught in their ear. Blaine’s tortured heart has given up on making his life any better, resulting in the continuance of his rage and picking up the unhealthy habit of excessive drinking, fueling his rage that much more.
Blaine is anything but an open book. Instantly, walls are put up, guarding his heart from letting people in, refusing to allow another to break an already broken, pieced back together heart. By shielding his heart from outside contact, it’s easy for him to become attached to anyone. The downfall though, with every open door or window that he is closing, he is losing his chance to take that risk to what could be something wonderful. Blaine never was the emotional daredevil.
As for people that somehow tore down his walls, his personality has a slight difference, but not completely. Blaine is still the depressed, broken hearted angry teenager, just with a light hint of happiness every now and again. It’s a surprise to most to find out that this closed off boy can actually be a real party animal, and even crack a joke.
Likes:
+ Art
+ Girls
+ Sex
+ Alcohol
+ Staying healthy (Working out, sports)
+ Junk food
+ Cars
+ Writing
+ Sleeping in
+ Cuddling
+ Warmth from another
+ Late night phone calls
+ Swimming
+ School, for the most part
+ Lust
+ His room
+ Exploring others through his pictures (emotions, expressions, etc.)
+ Cheating (The rush he gets from it)
Dislikes:
- Life
- Himself
- Being alone
- Abuse, with the exception of self inflicted wounds and alcohol
- Errors
- Writers block
- Loneliness that he can blame only himself for
- Being caught
- Early phone calls that wake him up
- Interruptions
- People, with the exception of a few
- Things out of order
- Nightmares
- His parents
- Childhood
Strengths:
+ Art
+ Seriousness
+ Responsibility
+ Physical appearance
+ Depth
+ Cheating
Weaknesses:
- Unwilling to commit
- Shyness
- The instant reaction to put walls up when people enter his life
- Staying closed off
- Emotional distance
- Cheating
- Failure
Hobbies:
Blaine’s main priority is his art. He enjoys drawing, painting, photography, and messing around with photo-shop. Next is his fitness, Blaine is obsessive about keeping his body in shape and often takes long runs, jogs or walks through town or at the football field when it’s empty. He’s also caught down at the pool practicing for the next competition. Other than that, you’ll rarely see this secretive guy unless you walk in on him at a party with a girl, at the bar getting drunk, or you live with him/visit a lot. He’s not very social, he’s the exact opposite actually.
Family:
Joshua Grayson
Relationship: Brother
Job: Lawyer
Age: 26
description: Joshua has always been successful in everything he has done, even when the two were growing up. At the young age of twenty, Joshua took in his younger brother and continued raising him as best he could. After all, he was a child himself, raising a thirteen year old that wasn‘t even his. This is the only remaining, claimed family member that Blaine has. After going through college, Joshua‘s success remained, landing him a well earned job as a high paid lawyer. Blaine barely sees him anymore though, his older brother is always on business trips out of town.
Relationship: Brother
Job: Lawyer
Age: 26
description: Joshua has always been successful in everything he has done, even when the two were growing up. At the young age of twenty, Joshua took in his younger brother and continued raising him as best he could. After all, he was a child himself, raising a thirteen year old that wasn‘t even his. This is the only remaining, claimed family member that Blaine has. After going through college, Joshua‘s success remained, landing him a well earned job as a high paid lawyer. Blaine barely sees him anymore though, his older brother is always on business trips out of town.
History:
Hi, my name is Blaine Grayson and I’m a future alcoholic. I was born and raised here in Pennsylvania. Yep, that’s right, my ancestors have fucked me over and I’m stuck here forever, or so the legend says…
You see, I’m the guy that you despise but, at the same time, you lust for me. It’s possible that I’m addicted to sex. You normal people walk past me without a care in the world, you’ve shoved me into lockers because of my emo status, but instantly regret it when I push back and you find me in bed with your girlfriend within the week. I will fuck up your life like mine has been fucked up since I was born.
Remember me? I’m the lost boy sitting in the corner at seven years old with gashes in my skin and bruises on my face that daddy dearest caused. You only talk about me behind my back now, unaware of my figure sitting behind you, listening to every word flow into my ear, tearing another piece of my heart that is only touched by my past.
Did you watch the news that day? Breaking News: The thirteen year old Blaine Grayson that sliced his wrist open with his father’s razor blade in his tree house after burning down the empty house, loveless house just weeks ago has yet another down fall- becoming an orphan after his ungrateful parents died in a car accident. His only brother, Joshua, took him in after that. He was the only decent one in the family, the only one that cared about what his younger brother grew up to be.
Now grown and residing with his brother (who stays gone) in Legend Falls houses, Blaine lives a spectacular life. He drinks until he can’t walk straight, fucks whoever he wants, and is one of the best student’s teachers could ask for. Unlike a lot of kids at his school, Blaine has a special talent, only, his is much different the sport talent his classmates have. His passion is for art and writing. It’s his one true love that has yet to give up on him. He’s excellent at it, too, but he’d never admit it. Life isn’t always as it seems though, as you’ll find out with just one talk session. His other love was ruined by his cheating, he was broken by his faults. All of them sat in a pile that stayed on his mind, depressing this emo boy even more as he swam through his past, drowning in it with no one to save him.
Character Extras:
Celebrity: Ackles, Jensen
Canon or Original: Canon
Finishing Up:
Sample Post:
forrest said:
His gaze locked on the enormous house before him. Any person would die to have this place, but he had one that was just as good. The person he meant weren't born into what people like him and Jacie were. Forrest didn't look down on those people like his Aunt Reese did, but she did get the better of him sometimes. He hated that part of himself. However, that tiny part about himself that he disliked so much was often covered by every other thing he did like about himself, physically and emotionally.Stepping out of the black Hummer that he seemed to of deserved after the death of his parents, Forrest closed the door, taking in the memories of that day. These kids didn't deserve anything like they were getting, personal servants, cars that they could never afford if it wasn't for their parents or guardians, and these houses. Of course, nobody deserved these houses. Who needs nine bathrooms and ten bedrooms for a three person family anyway?
With the shake of his head, his golden locks fell to his face. Forrest was quick to run the tips of his fingers through his hair, pushing it back into place as he walked up the small set of stairs and to the door. Pressing his finger against the white button, sounds of a song that the title was at the tip of your tongue played throughout the house. Soon after, a petite girl came running down the stairs and greeted him at the door. Jacie Di'Orio. She couldn't resist a good fuck if she tried. Giving into temptation had become impossible for her, of course, Forrest had no room to talk. Perhaps that's why they got along so well, being so much a like. They could talk about anything, lately they just chose not to. Physical attraction had got the better of them. What more could you expect in a town of sin though?
Forrest took it upon himself to look the girl up and down quickly as she walked away from him. He knew exactly what he was getting with her. This wasn't their first time. The two had exchanged blog messages, texts and phone calls asking for a meeting to satisfy their needs. Though, she sometimes surprised him, just wanting to chat as a cure to her undying boredom. He hated those surprises. He'd much rather have her opening her legs to him.
"Where's your Dad?"
He had caught her eye for a moment, long enough to ask the only question he was interested in getting an answer to. It wouldn't matter if he was here or not, it wasn't like the two didn't betray her father upstairs in her bedroom while he sat quietly down stairs listening to the TV. The two had some what mastered the art of staying quiet during their sin filled moments. Cupping each others hands over their mouths as built up moans escaped their lips. Daddy Dearest had to know by now that his little Princess wasn't as pure as he'd like to think.
As always, Forrest made himself at home, grabbing a soda from the fridge and placing himself on top of the island that sat in the middle of the rather large kitchen.
"Couldn't find anyone else to help with your dirty deeds?" That certain smirk crossed his lips, the one he uses after an unnecessary smart ass comment. Jacie, like most, had grown used to it, but it didn't stop it from hitting a nerve when he found pleasure in not caring about whoever he might of been with that night. Forrest however, didn't mind. Every girl in school knew of his overly confident attitude the moment they talked to him. It only started getting out of hand after his break up Sophomore year, but he took no notice to his flaws. They didn't matter, he wasn't there to impress a girl, he was there to get some ass. That's all it ever meant.
Popping the top of his can of drink, Forrest brought it to his parted lips and allowed the chilled beverage to flow into his mouth and down his throat before sitting it next to him. It wouldn't take long, after this small conversation filled with wise cracks, they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off of each other... Hopefully... He wasn't here for conversation, not today.
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