Post by xanderkeene. on Feb 4, 2008 18:54:17 GMT -5
[Behind The MASK:]
[♥]Name;; kt.
[♥]Age;; fifteen/
[♥]Years of experience;;well, i rp'ed for about three years, but i haven't done one in a while, which will probably become painfully evident.[/size]
[The FAKE:]
[/li][li]Name;; xander micheal keene.
[/li][li]Age/Year;; seventeen/junior.
[/li][li]Personality;;
you could basically describe xander as an not a very nice person. he has a very 'screw you' attitude & does not fail to let people know it. he cares about very little, & it shows. he's completely serious most of the time, and ditsy, 'like-oh-my-gawd' people annoy him beyond anything else. stubborn more then anything, he'll fight 'til the end if you disagree with him on something. he's always right, no matter what. even when he's wrong. & when xander wants something, he gets it. however it's rare that he wants something, being very low - maintenance.
xander is extremely shallow & has a hard time accepting people for who they are. one would think that being the sort of social outcast he is, he'd be more accepting of people, but that's not the case. he looks down upon people, a whole lot. there's always some kind of flaw he will find & not hesitate to point out to you. other then the occasional, "you're extremely dimwitted," xander is rather quiet & introverted. he doesn't talk much. when asked his opinions, he is brutally honest, but other then that he is a compulsive liar & will lie about everything from what he ate for breakfast that morning to what happened when he was a toddler.
okay, so now that you think xander is a horrible person, we get to the slightly softer part of him. when he cares about someone, he really cares about them. he's extremely loyal to his friends, however few they may be. he often finds that he will do anything to please the people he loves and let's them down as little as he can. basically, he's a complete & total sweetheart when you're on his good side, as hard as it is to get there.
[/li][li]Appearance;;
xander's appearance is of that of a typical 'emo' kid, shaggy black hair, occasionally streaked with some sort of color, & at times a whole different color itself (most recently it was dyed hot pink, though it's back to black again). he has round, gray eyes with pale skin & small facial features. he's of average height, and a rather muscular frame despite loathing most types of physical activity. he's most often seen sporting skintight drainpipes & a tshirt, accessorized always by Vans or Chucks, his snakebites, eyebrow ring, and his septum peircing.
[/li][li]SocialClass;; emo.
[/li][li]Staff/Teacher/Student;; student.
[/li][li]History;;
xander's history is exceeding ordinary, & in his opinion, boring. he was born february twenty-fifth in london, england. he lived with his mother & father until his was five, at which age his father dad died in some tragic accident that no one will speak of. his mother, so shaken by her loss, began in simple terms, losing it. though her abuse was never directed at xander himself, it soon became apparent that she was unfit to raise a boy of six years, and xander was seized by foster care.
he spent about a year being shifted around from foster home to foster home. on his seventh birthday, it was announced that they had found a close relative, his aunt & uncle to be exact, alive & well, living in america. they were willing to take him in; subsequently his belongings were packed & he was shipped off to america.
xander keene had always been a quiet boy, but the events of his past made him exceedingly introverted. upon his arrival to the states, he went through a period in which he would not speak at all. fortantly his new 'parents' were good to him & he began to talk once more, though it was much less frequent then when he was younger. the following ten years quite ordinary & for the most part his life has been quiet & uneventful, up until recently when his aunt decided he needed a change of scenery. being quite rich as one might say, Calloway Academy seemed the right change for him.
[/li][li]Parents;;
carrol ann keene; biological mom.
randall micheal keene; biological dad; dead.
[/li][li]Siblings;;
none.
[/li][li]DormType;; single.[/size]
[The SKILLS:]
[+]Roleplay Example;; [from another site. kindof icky, sorry.]
"Gone are the tender whispers dancing in your ears, replaced with lackluster memories you cry, your screams play in your empty room."
Patrick sighed. He picked up his iPod that lie next to him, quickly changing the song. Right now, Atreyu reminded him too much of home and what he'd left behind. Mostly, that certain boy he'd left behind. He sighed again.
So, he really didn't want to think about it. He glanced around the filthy hotel room for something to occupy his mind. This was found to be an attempt in vain. Groaning, he rolled off the bed and onto the floor, digging around dirty clothes for his messenger bag. He scowled at his second failed endevor. Maybe if his brother wasn't such a slob, he could find something to do. But, Patrick thought with a sideways glance at the sleeping frame on the second bed, he was pretty much the last of his family that still spoke to him. So he supposed he should be grateful. However, grateful or not, right now he was beyond bored. He paced around the small room like a caged rat, his messy hair flopping over his face that, for once, claimed no makeup. He wore at the moment a bright orange teeshirt, with some saying or another, along with his drainpipes and checkerd Vans. A black hoodie, unzipped and with the hood up, adorned his body as well. All dressed up and nowhere to go, he thought with a growl. Another growl has heard; though this time it wasn't his mouth. He glanced down unhappily at his stomache. His empty stomache. He'd seen a fast food place not too far from the hotel, and that sounded pretty good to Patrick right now. Using a stray piece of paper and a pen from his jean pocket, he scribbled down a note to his brother and stuck it to the sleeping boy's forehead. Shrugging, he walked out of the room silently.
He met the pleasant August air with a sigh. He walked slowly, enjoying the time to himself while it lasted. Change scared Pat, and this was definatly a big change, considering he was an ocean away from all his friends, and his family. Well, maybe the family part was a good thing. He pretty much hated his whole family. But his friends - it killed him to be away from him. And here, in this unfamiliar state, he knew no one at all. And he'd have to survive it alone, after his brother left tommorow. He scoffed. As if high school wasn't bad enough.
As if conforming to his bad mood, a slight drizzle started to fall on the boy. "Great," he grumbled. Really, the rain didn't bother him. In fact, he loved rain. But right now, he was in a bad mood, and he just wanted to be negative. He drew even with the resturant, finally. He leaned against the brick wall next to the doors. Suddenly, his appetite was gone and he didn't think he wanted to eat anymore. He slid down in a crouched postion, resting his arms on his knees, and his chin on his arms. Shivering despite the rather warm weather, Patrick let his blue eyes slowly close, blocking out all sound execpt his own shallow breathing. Against his will, a few tears began to slide down his cheek. A few noiseless sobs shook the boy's small frame. Sniffing, he took a few deep breaths to try and get himself under control. California was his home now, and he had to accept that. There was nothing he could do to change it.
[Don't TELL:]
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