Post by Fang//Blade on Sept 22, 2008 19:34:38 GMT -5
Name: Fang Jefferson
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Personality:
Trouble
Usually he will take matters into his own hands. He can’t stand being bossed around sometimes and hates when people think they are right but they’re wrong. He gets in trouble also with his hot temper. He loves pissing off the masters/mistress and just loves everything about getting in trouble.
Hot tempered
Oh boy is he a hot-tempered guy. He can’t stand liars and will not interact with them in anyway. Fang usually heads to the barn or the gym to cool off after he gets angry. As said before he cannot do interrogations. He can’t stand people who think they can do something but they can’t.
thingyy
Fang is thingyy. What male isn’t? He is usually thingyy around a girl he likes that or someone he doesn’t like. He isn’t overly thingyy though like most males are. He knows when to quiet down. He knows what he can do and what he can’t do. With his hatred of lying it cuts down on his thingyiness.
Headstrong
Fang is very headstrong in his beliefs. When he knows that he is right he will stop at nothing to make sure the truth is told. He can’t stand it when a person is wrong and they don’t admit it. He can be a little too headstrong for his own good and can hurt himself.
What kind of people you like: Straight
Which Role are you: Slave
Type of Sex you prefer: Any really
Custom Title: Rebellious slave
History:
Fang was born into a good childhood. His parents gave him anything he wanted. He loved living there. He enjoyed it a lot actually. Fang as he grew, grew more into a rebel. He loved to break the rules. Loved to cause trouble. Loved to piss people off. The whole ten yards. After Fang went to juvie his parents kicked him out. Fang has been living on his own. He has seen the mansion but he has never really gone in it. He doesn't know what it is about the place but it seems to draw him towards it but he has stayed out so far. But how long can he last without going inside?
Sample RP: (another site)
Lucas felt the pressure of the boys running behind him. He looked around for a pass. He couldn’t find one. He made a quick choice as sweat ran down his face. It stung his eyes and made him blink. That was a huge mistake; he felt the power and force of a tackle. He tumbled to the ground as he was near the goal point. He turned his shoulder and rolled into the end zone. The ref waved it as a goal. Lucas’s team ran to him and lifted him up. Lucas took off his helmet and threw it to the crowd.
They had won the championship football game. Lucas gasped as cold water and Gatorade was poured on him. He laughed as the crowd chanted his team’s name. But Lucas wasn’t a Jock like most football players. He was sweet, caring and loving like a big teddy bear. He walked out side with his trophy and the game ball. He smiled as he walked home with it in hand. He walked into the door and his father and mother sat on the couch watching a movie.
Oh but his perfect life was soon to be ruined by the other team who had lost. He felt him being jolted from his sleep. He groaned softly and mumbled some words not audible to the human ears. He opened one eye and saw a figure standing over him. Jumping out of his bed, Lucas “ Who are you?” The figure just laughed and slammed a gun hilt to the back of Lucas’s head. Lucas felt himself fall to the ground then blackout. The boy grabbed Lucas, throwing him over his shoulder and crept downstairs, making sure he was quiet not to wake Lucas’s parents.
Lucas soon awoke to cold water being throwing on him. He groaned softly as he tried to rub the back of his neck but his hands were tied. He pulled hard on the rope, tying his hands to the back of the chair. A voice was heard “ Mr. Scott.” Lucas said, “ yes that’s me. Now let me go!” A laugh was heard and the figure finally showed him. He said “ oh but don’t you want to know why you’re here?” Lucas said, “ Because your team sucks ass.” An angered face was soon showed on the man who had been talking. The man said “ no, because you see, that touch down wasn’t a touch down so let’s settle this now.”
Lucas said confused now “ Settle this? Settle what?” Watching the figure closely, his hands starting to try and free themselves. The boy said “ Number 22, the one you started a fight with on the field.” Lucas thought for a moment and said “ Oh yeah. Well cut my hands lose and let’s go then.” The man nodded and said “ but you can’t run.” The man walked over to a light switch and turned on bright lights. Lucas blinked a few times, adjusting to the bright area. Lucas felt someone free his hands and shove him out of the chair.
Lucas got up and rubbed his wrist before getting ready for the fight. He said “ I win I go home and we forget all about tonight Deal?’ The man nodded holding his hand out for Lucas to shake. Lucas shook it and soon brought his other hand around and slammed his fist into the boy’s jaw, once their hands left the shake. The boy stumbled back and Lucas took advantage of this. Pushing him against the wall, Lucas punched him hard in the stomach. He said, “ You should be careful who you pick your fights with.” Watching as the boy fell down. Lucas turned around and looked at his 3 friends. He said “ I won the fight now move.” They shook their heads and Lucas chuckled softly.
Lucas grabbed the nearest thing, a pipe. He said “ last warning.” Stepping towards the 3 boys. They stood their ground and Lucas advance towards them. Lucas took the pipe and slammed it into one of the boys face. He screamed in pain and a crack was heard. The two left looked at each other then backed away from the door. Lucas nodded and said “ Good choice.” Dropping the pipe and leaving the warehouse.
He walked home and quietly walked into his room. He got into his bed, pulling the covers over himself. He sighed softly, oh there was going to be hell to pay for this. His hand starting to throb, Lucas brought it to his face, seeing blood he whipped it on a dirty shirt that was lying on the ground. He looked at it again, glad he wasn’t hurt. He closed his eyes and fell asleep again, but not a deep sleep, the slightest thing would wake him up.
Lucas soon awoke to his editors voice shaking him from his sleep. He jumped up and said " What what?" His editor formally known as Lindsey looked at Lucas, wide eyed. Lindsey said, " You were asleep. I think you were dreaming. Do you need a break?" Lucas took a deep breath, rubbing his head. He shook his head and said, " No I'm good. Dreaming of my high school days." Lindsey nodded and slowly walked out of Lucas’s house. Lucas groaned softly, sinking down into his computer chair. He was a writer for a book already published but he was having writers block for another one. He sighed softly, wondering how long he was dreaming. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, seeing it was only noon.
Lucas looked at his laptop, seeing a blank page. He rolled his eyes, shutting it off. He heard his front door close and a car start and leave. He chuckled and thought “ Always checking up on me.” He walked into the kitchen, grabbing some food before heading back to the living room. He sat down, eating the pop tart he had. The silence was broke when his phone went off. He pulled it out and answered “Hello?” His brother’s voice was on the other line. Lucas smirked and said “a re match huh? Alright I’m coming.” Lucas grabbed his jacket and car keys and his basketball. He got in his car and drove to rivercourt
Password: SUBMIT
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Personality:
Trouble
Usually he will take matters into his own hands. He can’t stand being bossed around sometimes and hates when people think they are right but they’re wrong. He gets in trouble also with his hot temper. He loves pissing off the masters/mistress and just loves everything about getting in trouble.
Hot tempered
Oh boy is he a hot-tempered guy. He can’t stand liars and will not interact with them in anyway. Fang usually heads to the barn or the gym to cool off after he gets angry. As said before he cannot do interrogations. He can’t stand people who think they can do something but they can’t.
thingyy
Fang is thingyy. What male isn’t? He is usually thingyy around a girl he likes that or someone he doesn’t like. He isn’t overly thingyy though like most males are. He knows when to quiet down. He knows what he can do and what he can’t do. With his hatred of lying it cuts down on his thingyiness.
Headstrong
Fang is very headstrong in his beliefs. When he knows that he is right he will stop at nothing to make sure the truth is told. He can’t stand it when a person is wrong and they don’t admit it. He can be a little too headstrong for his own good and can hurt himself.
What kind of people you like: Straight
Which Role are you: Slave
Type of Sex you prefer: Any really
Custom Title: Rebellious slave
History:
Fang was born into a good childhood. His parents gave him anything he wanted. He loved living there. He enjoyed it a lot actually. Fang as he grew, grew more into a rebel. He loved to break the rules. Loved to cause trouble. Loved to piss people off. The whole ten yards. After Fang went to juvie his parents kicked him out. Fang has been living on his own. He has seen the mansion but he has never really gone in it. He doesn't know what it is about the place but it seems to draw him towards it but he has stayed out so far. But how long can he last without going inside?
Sample RP: (another site)
Lucas felt the pressure of the boys running behind him. He looked around for a pass. He couldn’t find one. He made a quick choice as sweat ran down his face. It stung his eyes and made him blink. That was a huge mistake; he felt the power and force of a tackle. He tumbled to the ground as he was near the goal point. He turned his shoulder and rolled into the end zone. The ref waved it as a goal. Lucas’s team ran to him and lifted him up. Lucas took off his helmet and threw it to the crowd.
They had won the championship football game. Lucas gasped as cold water and Gatorade was poured on him. He laughed as the crowd chanted his team’s name. But Lucas wasn’t a Jock like most football players. He was sweet, caring and loving like a big teddy bear. He walked out side with his trophy and the game ball. He smiled as he walked home with it in hand. He walked into the door and his father and mother sat on the couch watching a movie.
Oh but his perfect life was soon to be ruined by the other team who had lost. He felt him being jolted from his sleep. He groaned softly and mumbled some words not audible to the human ears. He opened one eye and saw a figure standing over him. Jumping out of his bed, Lucas “ Who are you?” The figure just laughed and slammed a gun hilt to the back of Lucas’s head. Lucas felt himself fall to the ground then blackout. The boy grabbed Lucas, throwing him over his shoulder and crept downstairs, making sure he was quiet not to wake Lucas’s parents.
Lucas soon awoke to cold water being throwing on him. He groaned softly as he tried to rub the back of his neck but his hands were tied. He pulled hard on the rope, tying his hands to the back of the chair. A voice was heard “ Mr. Scott.” Lucas said, “ yes that’s me. Now let me go!” A laugh was heard and the figure finally showed him. He said “ oh but don’t you want to know why you’re here?” Lucas said, “ Because your team sucks ass.” An angered face was soon showed on the man who had been talking. The man said “ no, because you see, that touch down wasn’t a touch down so let’s settle this now.”
Lucas said confused now “ Settle this? Settle what?” Watching the figure closely, his hands starting to try and free themselves. The boy said “ Number 22, the one you started a fight with on the field.” Lucas thought for a moment and said “ Oh yeah. Well cut my hands lose and let’s go then.” The man nodded and said “ but you can’t run.” The man walked over to a light switch and turned on bright lights. Lucas blinked a few times, adjusting to the bright area. Lucas felt someone free his hands and shove him out of the chair.
Lucas got up and rubbed his wrist before getting ready for the fight. He said “ I win I go home and we forget all about tonight Deal?’ The man nodded holding his hand out for Lucas to shake. Lucas shook it and soon brought his other hand around and slammed his fist into the boy’s jaw, once their hands left the shake. The boy stumbled back and Lucas took advantage of this. Pushing him against the wall, Lucas punched him hard in the stomach. He said, “ You should be careful who you pick your fights with.” Watching as the boy fell down. Lucas turned around and looked at his 3 friends. He said “ I won the fight now move.” They shook their heads and Lucas chuckled softly.
Lucas grabbed the nearest thing, a pipe. He said “ last warning.” Stepping towards the 3 boys. They stood their ground and Lucas advance towards them. Lucas took the pipe and slammed it into one of the boys face. He screamed in pain and a crack was heard. The two left looked at each other then backed away from the door. Lucas nodded and said “ Good choice.” Dropping the pipe and leaving the warehouse.
He walked home and quietly walked into his room. He got into his bed, pulling the covers over himself. He sighed softly, oh there was going to be hell to pay for this. His hand starting to throb, Lucas brought it to his face, seeing blood he whipped it on a dirty shirt that was lying on the ground. He looked at it again, glad he wasn’t hurt. He closed his eyes and fell asleep again, but not a deep sleep, the slightest thing would wake him up.
Lucas soon awoke to his editors voice shaking him from his sleep. He jumped up and said " What what?" His editor formally known as Lindsey looked at Lucas, wide eyed. Lindsey said, " You were asleep. I think you were dreaming. Do you need a break?" Lucas took a deep breath, rubbing his head. He shook his head and said, " No I'm good. Dreaming of my high school days." Lindsey nodded and slowly walked out of Lucas’s house. Lucas groaned softly, sinking down into his computer chair. He was a writer for a book already published but he was having writers block for another one. He sighed softly, wondering how long he was dreaming. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, seeing it was only noon.
Lucas looked at his laptop, seeing a blank page. He rolled his eyes, shutting it off. He heard his front door close and a car start and leave. He chuckled and thought “ Always checking up on me.” He walked into the kitchen, grabbing some food before heading back to the living room. He sat down, eating the pop tart he had. The silence was broke when his phone went off. He pulled it out and answered “Hello?” His brother’s voice was on the other line. Lucas smirked and said “a re match huh? Alright I’m coming.” Lucas grabbed his jacket and car keys and his basketball. He got in his car and drove to rivercourt
Password: SUBMIT
