Post by Liam Greene on Sept 11, 2007 17:30:18 GMT -5
{ GREENE, C, LIAM.
[/color][/size]GIVE ME A NAME BASIS.
Your Name: Cristina
Your Age: 16
How You Found Us: Neopetsss
Other Characters?: Riv Montgomery
PRETTY BABIES IN BLANKETS.
Full Name: Liam Christopher Greene
Nicknames: Lie, Chris, Green, LG
Age: 17
Birthday: March 13, 1990
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
You Are A: [street rat]
PRETTY EYES AND A CHARMING SMILE.
Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: blonde
Skin Tone: fair, but not pale
Body Build: athletic
Height & Weight: 5'10", 165lbs
Other: n/a
PICTURES AND FAMILY PORTRAITS
Mothers Name: Leslie Greene
Fathers Name: Reggie Greene
Siblings?: n/a
Siblings Name
Family History: [250 words min]
Leslie DuPree and Reggie Greene married after dating three months. Three months, right? Of course they were destined to fail. Nobody noticed, though, because they were the picture of a happy family. Beautiful mother, handsome father, healthy baby. Perfect.
And life was easy at first. Liam was spoiled as any only child is, and there weren't a lot of things he couldn't have. His family was supportive, and he was exactly what his mother and father wanted. He was polite, sweet, trusting, and the sort of kid people raved about. Life was good.
And then Melissa Daniels came into the picture. She was twenty-three, blonde, and had a figure most women would kill for. Her hair was always perfect, she wore clothes that flaunted her figure, and she was flirtatious. And a bit of a slut. Reggie, the devoted, loyal husband was suddenly thrown into a working environment with this woman. She was the co-anchor, he was the weather man, and they spent many a night chatting it up. Of course, chatting wasn't all they did. This story wouldn't be relevant if that was the case.
A year following Miss Daniel's employment, Leslie returned from a business trip early, to find her husband wrapped around the tiny blonde. Leslie'd never been the strongest woman. She was one of those dependent sorts, and she relied on her husband. To see him getting what he wanted from another woman hurt Leslie far more than she ever would have shared.
Her work began to suffer and, within a month of discovering Reggie and Melissa, Leslie was fired. Reggie, who was growing more and more fond of Melissa and less tolerant of his wife, walked out one evening. Liam assumed he'd be returning sometime soon, but when days passed and there was no sign of his father, he began to worry.
Bills weren't paid. Leslie was spending what little money she had left on booze and, slowly but surely, their perfect life was going to ruin. It wasn't long before the two were living on the streets. What family they'd had had dissolved.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
Likes & Dislikes:
likes;
ice cream
quiet
sarcasm
music
dogs
solitaire
plaid
poker
rain
thunder
snow
hot chocolate
food
books
coloring books
paint
sketch books
art
one night stands
acid
marijuana
dislikes;
hypocrites
suits
dress shoes
couture
people who overlook people due to status
snobs
relationships
liars
his father
Fears & Habits:
xthe dark
xbeing alone for the rest of his life
xletting someone down as harshly as his parents let him down
xbeing a parent
xfailure
-chews lip when thinking
-hums
-gets edgy when planning something
Addictions:
/cocaine
/marijuana
/caffeine
Personality: [100 words min]
Liam's one of those kids who doesn't trust too easily. He trusted his dad, loved his dad, and he left him. If a father could leave his only son without a second glance, what could a so-called 'friend' do? He chooses to distance himself, although even if he wanted to be more sociable he'd have a hard time of it. Since his kindergarten days, Liam's always been the kid sitting in the corner at recess and eating his snack alone. One, because he didn't want to confide in anyone and two, because he didn't quite know how to mingle and associate with kids his age. Kids of any age, actually. Liam'd always been the painfully shy kid people wanted to hug for hours on end. Of course, it never happened because he never let it happen.
Upon getting close to a person, though, Liam started to cling. He'd follow the friend everywhere, until he felt he was intruding or the friend was getting annoyed. Anyone close enough to be a friend was close enough to learn about his family and they either distanced themselves or grew closer to the pitiable boy. Liam came to expect as much. Well, okay. He didn't expect anyone to grow particularly close to him. He expected them all to distance themselves. After all, one has to prepare for the worst, right? That way it didn't hurt as much.
To discourage people from getting too close, Liam would become surly and disagreeable at the drop of a hat. A single bad word about his mother could encourage the boy to start swinging immediately. A word about his father had the same effect, though he was far less passionate about it. Passionate. Another word that could describe Liam. No matter what he did, it was done with passion. Screaming curses at enemies? Passionately. Vehemently. Swinging fists at someone because they'd insulted him? Same. Ardently admiring somebody? Secretly and passionately.
That brings us to the next bit. Liam's one of those kids who chooses not to pursue love interests because he'd rather not face rejection. Now don't get me wrong. Liam's been in a few relationships. They usually didn't last long because Liam was the kid who kept as many secrets as possible. He wasn't paticularly good at expressing emotions, and the crushes didn't seem to appreciate his lack of appreciation. Lack of appreciation? Liam is misunderstood. He does appreciate people. And he shows as much by telling them little, seemingly insignificant things about himself. He doesn't smother lovers with roses or cute little pecks on the cheeks and forehead. Generally something people can't understand all too well.
Liam has a mild case of OCD. If things aren't just right, he'll get irritable and try his hardest to fix things. Crayons have to face the same direction, and are arranged in shades, resembling the rainbow. Reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, indigos, and purples, in that order. Due to this, he's a pretty tidy person and tends to clean up other people's messes if he doesn't think they'll get around to it. His clothing has to match and his shirt can't be the same color as his pants. What are the odds of that happening anyways? He doesn't particularly care for denim t-shirts. Hell, there's really no such thing. This could be the reason for his constant black Converse. After all, black matches everything and he doesn't have to spend hours searching for the perfect outfit.
Personal Character History: [250 words min]
Liam's first few years were blissful. He was a sweet kid, spoiled by loving parents, and he was genuinely happy. Life was good, he had quite a few friends, and he was turning out to be the perfect kid. Sort of.
And then Melissa entered the picture. He didn't know her; didn't even know of her until he was fourteen, when his mother was leaning against him and murmuring about how they'd ended up in this mess. "Your father never loved us." She hiccuped, nursing a bottle of Bud and blinking rapidly. "Never cared about nobody but Melissa."
I'm getting ahead of myself, though.
Liam's father had an affair with Melissa, a co-worker. Leslie found out, and things began to fall apart. Reggie was falling out of love with Leslie, becoming more attached to Melissa, and he was thoroughly regretting marrying her. Suddenly, it seemed rushed. It wasn't long till Reggie up and left, and Leslie and Liam never saw him again.
This, of course, led to Leslie's drinking problem. Money she'd saved for bills was being spent on booze; Liam had to go to his friends' for dinner, or he had to resort to stealing things. He was slowly becoming a delinquent, Leslie was turning into a drunk, and it wasn't long till they were on the streets.
Liam proved to be an exceptional pick-pocket. He had a friendly face, and he was trusted. Not the sort of kid you were too wary of. He was a slick kid, smooth, and could lie his way out of practically any situation. He had a winning smile, he was altogether pretty charming, and not too many holiday shoppers suspected the pretty boy of being what he was. Of course, some people have overactive imaginations. It was one of these people, paranoid of everyone around, who spotted Liam's nimble fingers sliding into, and then out of, a shopper's pocket. He returned with a few bills, and the observer screamed, "Stop! Thief, thief!"
Liam was fast enough to escape, but he was much more careful after the close-call. He moped for a bit, but he got over it quickly enough and began working on discovering newer, less obvious movements. These worked far better than his old, dip and retreat had, and he was bringing his mother more and more money, most of which was spent on her addiction.
After turning 16, Liam met a few other streetrats. They were dealers, and they tried to hook him up. He stole money, bought drugs, and tried them. He liked the high, liked getting away from his pitiful life, liked escaping, even if it only lasted as long as the high. Less of his stolen money was going to his mom, more was going to the dealers.
One day, a new dealer showed up. Liam approached him, eager to get his fix. However, it turns out this new kid was really an undercover cop and, just like that, Liam was arrested and taken to St Riddles.
Sample RP: [400 words min]
same as last one. xD
George was, more or less, proud of himself. After all, he'd effectively kept Lee quiet while roaring at his 'best friend,' no matter how many students were passing by the two of them, stopping to stare. What he was most proud of, though, was the fact that Lee was getting so furious. Because he was angry, it was a given that he wanted Lee to be angry, as well. In fact, he wanted him to be just as angry as he was. And if that meant that both were clenching their teeth, or that both were being unreasonable, then so be it. George wouldn't be doing any complaining, this was exactly how he wanted it. Giving a bitter laugh at each of his failed attempts to speak over him, or to intimidate, he waited for the inevitable to happen, preparing himself to spring back. His toes dragged across the smooth floor, and he gripped Lee's forearm with his left hand, balling the right into a fist.
Of course, he certainly hadn't expected 'the inevitable' to be a kiss and, once released, could only stare at Lee as he spat out the things he'd been trying his damnedest to say. Cheeks paling, and then flooding with color, he finally closed his parted mouth, glared at Lee, and folded his arms over his chest, ready to shoot back a retort. When the reply he'd intended on throwing at his departing friend finally came, though, it was too late, for Lee'd stormed to his office, all in a dither and George's weak, "well, you're a... bigger prick than I am" was wasted, heard only by those still gawking at the man who remained, staring after his friend.
And George remained where he stood, mouth opening and closing comically as he tried to think of what to say, or do. However, all he could do was think back to the kiss, and why on earth Lee had done such a thing if he was such a 'prick.' A triumphant smile started to his features, and he glanced over his shoulder. However, upon catching sight of the students staring at him, he frowned. "Oi! Get going. I'll curse the lot of you if you don't, do you hear me?" A few scurried away, though a few more remained long enough to snicker and then scatter at George's glower.
Deciding he'd waited long enough, he strode after Lee, trying to decide whether or not it'd be safe to touch the doorknob. He told himself Lee probably wouldn't have thought to hex it, and tentatively reached his fingers out, gripping the brass knob and giving it a little shake. When it didn't turn, he sighed, rolling his eyes upwards. It was only after taking a step backwards that he realized his head seemed a little heavy. And naturally, as some people are opt to do, he tried to catch sight of what was on his head. Staggering a little to the side, he realized it could only be one thing; a horn. And not just any horn, a unicorn horn. Silly George, of course, was way off. A pair of antlers had formed out of the top of his head, and now branched out on either side, not as intimidating as they were funny.
He was catching the sight of a few more students, most of whom decided it'd be best to keep walking and pretend they hadn't seen anything. Hadn't he just threatened to curse some of them? Pulling his wand from his pocket, George took a step away from the door, squinting at it as if that would, somehow or another, help him figure out what Lee'd done to it. It wasn't helpful, actually, but he felt he knew what to do. Again, silly George was way off.
Murmuring a spell that would, hopefully, blast the door open, George stepped forward confidently, smiling brightly. Until, of course, he felt himself rocketing backwards, landing between a large knight and a tapestry. The knight wobbled, spear threatening to fall on the poor man. Thankfully, though, it remained put and the witches and wizards enjoying tea were the only ones shouting as he picked himself up. Wobbling due to the added weight on his head and the fact that his legs felt like jelly, George had to grip the knight's arm to lift himself. Clinging to the metal man for a moment, he waggled his brows suggestively, instantly wishing Lee was there to see.
He'd 'unbefriended' them for only minutes, and he already missed him tremendously. In an effort to get Lee to open the door, he mumbled, "Expecto Patronum!" Before he'd even caught sight of the Patronus, he murmured the spell necessary to make it send a message, then watched as white light shot from the tip of his wand, quickly forming into... a whale? Gaping at it, he let go of the knight's arm, attempted to take a step forward, then staggered and fell, crashing back into the knight. It trembled, then crashed onto him and he yelped loudly, instantly shooting downwards. His antlers caught the tapestry and brought that down, as well.
Rather than a solemn scene, it was a hilarious one. The tapestry dangled from his antlers, partly obscuring his face, a metal man was sitting in his lap, and he looked, all in all, sheepish and miserable. "Damn you, Lee Jordan." He mumbled good-naturedly. Amazing how he could lose his aggression so quickly. "Begin message," he tried, looking disgruntled. "Lee, open up. Your friggin knight fell on me. And I took down that tapestry, too. And there's something on my head. Stop being a chicken. I need to talk to you. End message." Resigning himself to sit and wait Lee's arrival or rejection, he settled back as comfortably as he could, wishing he could just reach his wand. [/center]
