Post by dylan henry lakes on Dec 2, 2008 14:44:09 GMT -5
DYLANHENRYLAKES
music when the lights go out
love grows cold in the shades of doubt
music when the lights go out
love grows cold in the shades of doubt
we got a new star!
full name dylan henry walker
nicks dyl
age twenty-two
birthday self-explanatory
group photographer...so crew i suppose? unless you want to make a category for little old me ;o
sexual orientationstraight
and, oh... what an idiot!
likes
winter
cameras
black coffee
thinking
photography
classic beauty
jeans
storms
old films
running
early mornings
cigarettes
dislikes
parties
silly girls
vanity
show offs
being bothered when he's busy
drama
over-confidence
driving
golf
reptiles
the beach
clubbing
hobbies photography, running
habits smoking, chewing his lower lip,
quirks can go hours without talking, likes being alone most of the time, enjoys silence
fears having no money, dying alone, being forgotten, being left behind
secrets he dropped out of school and left home aged sixteen; he doesn't remember his mother
strong points gentlemanly, well-mannered, intelligent, modest, attractive, caring, reliable, honest
weaknesses sometimes has difficulty concentrating, not very sociable, doesn't talk about himself, regretful, doesn't let himself get too close to people, easily frustrated, solitary
so skinny that makes you puke!
build lean yet muscular
hair color&&style dark brown and a little messy
eye color grey
heritage english
height 6'2
clothing style casual. jeans and shirts.
flaws his ears are kinda big, as is his nose
strong points sexy cheekbones, strong shoulders, square jaw
celebrity claim gaspard ulliel
private lives aren't for sale!
parents ruth ann lakes, mother, died when dylan was ten months old; adam lakes, father, 58, previously a builder, now unemployed;
siblings helen eliza lakes, sister, 27, accountant
other important family n/a
birthplace clapham,. london
nationality english
anything else optional
but then their mask fell!
alias grai
age sixteen
years of roleplaying four?
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rp sampleFriday night was shopping night, every single week. So when everyone else was out partying, falling backwards off barstools, just having a wild time at Phoenix Flame you’d find Emily King humming quietly to herself as she weaved in and out of the aisles of the store under the clinical glow of the fluorescent lighting strips at the General Store. It was usually fairly quiet but on this particular Friday it seemed that everyone was downtown because as far as Em could tell the store was practically deserted apart from the cashiers. Maybe the funfair was in town or something, she wondered. It wasn’t a bad thing, it meant that she wouldn’t have to queue up at the checkout but there was something a little creepy about it. As she was reaching into the chilly depths of the freezer for a sack of frozen peas the nineteen year old caught her reflection on the door and gave an exasperated sigh. No matter how long she spent trying to tame her thick, bouncy dark blonde hair with the hairdryer and straighteners it never behaved itself. Right now she looked like a poodle on a bad day. At least that’s what she thought, but it wasn’t really that bad. She smoothed her hand over her unruly locks and tucked a few strands behind her ear before claiming the peas and continuing on her way, the wheels of the trolley squeaking on the tiled floor. Never one to be seen in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, even when she was food shopping, on that particular night Em was turned out in a pair of fitted indigo jeans and a delicate ivory camisole.
The trolley was almost full, her shopping was nearly complete. All she needed now was coffee beans and a box of Frosties cereal and she would be good to go and run everything through the checkout and pay. The store was emptier than usual; perhaps the funfair was in town, Em wasn’t really sure. It wasn’t totally deserted though, that would have been plain creepy and of course there was a few employees floating around. She took a large jar of coffee beans off the shelf, she was obviously the type of person to grind her own instead of using instant. Yuck, it just didn’t taste right and besides, there’s nothing like a big ole steamin’ mug of freshly ground coffee to kick-start you on those stale mornings when you’d just rather hibernate under your duvet. Emmy never used a shopping list, she bought the exact same thing week in week out and so she practically had a list etched on her mind. Without having to think she headed instinctively towards the cereal aisle trying to block out the irksome electric buzzingof the refrigerators.
