Mr. Tremayne, Aidan.

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AIDAN TREMAYNE

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characters full name: Aidan Stewart Tremayne
nickname: Addy; Trey; Zane.
gang: Gracs.
date of birth: September 19th, 1989.
age&year: 18&Senior
sexuality: Straight as a board.

appearence.

face claim: Jake Gyllenhaal.
general:
Aidan is luckily blessed in the appearence department. His hair is dark brown and slightly long, sporting the 'spiky bedhead' look but pulling it off with charm. His hair frames an oval-shaped face, strong-jawed and full-lipped. His skin is a naturally a light tan and darkens significantly in the summer time, since he spends so much time near the water. His arms, legs, and stomach are muscled from years of water sports, most particularly wake boarding/surfing, which requires flexibility and strength (he's got mad skills on a trampoline).

Aidan's eyes are an inky dark blue, contrasting with the rest of his brown-eyed family. He stands at 6'3" on any given day, weighing in the early 200lbs area give or take a few pounds. It's a relief to him, though, considering he was a beanpole back in elementary school, but filled out through his sports to a solid, strong figure.

His clothing style gives off a sort of rebel aura, a fan of wallet chains and denim. He's also a fan of the muscle shirt, and enjoys showing off the fact that he is pretty well-endowed muscularly. In general terms, he has the fashion sense of a young man: make the ladies swoon and feel comfortable doing it.

persona.
fake indifference and i.

habits: Drinking/Texting/Social Smoker/Moderate Stimulant Addiction.
likes:
*Friends
*Red/Blue
*Spraypaint
*His Truck
*Summer
*Dogs
*Parties
*Comedy Central
*Uppers
*Dancing
*Reading
*Music
*Girls
*Chinese Food
*Tequila
*Coffee
*Water/Water Sports
*The Beach
*Kung Fu Action Movies

dislikes:
xMornings.
xOpera.
xCats (allergic)
xBoredom.
xJellyfish.
xMath.
xAirplanes.
xElevators.
xDarkness.
xColdness.
xBananas.

fears:
-Closed Spaces (clausterphobic)
-Tornadoes
-Hurricanes
-Fear Itself

personality:

Charming: Aidan Tremayne is primarily known for his charm, which can be switched on or off like a light depending on who he is talking to. He's well with words, and generally knows what to say to make someone love or despise him (usually preferring the first). He has a devilish smile and sincereity, which can be faked or genuine. He also has a great sense of humor, and is very easy to laugh, more prone to silliness than seriousness. With the opposite sex, he's flirtatious and outgoing, usually targeting particular females he is interested in; he likes the thrill of 'the chase'.

Rebellious: When other Gracs were doing polo at the country club, Aidan was popping pills and going to underground raves and band showcases. He's a very laid back, no-nonsense kind of guy, and lives by his own rules. It's a gift in that he is not easily influence by other, but he doesn't always make the best decisions. He's not one of those people that's simply rebelling for the sake of rebelling, though. Aidan as a general rule respects authority, but if something isn't done to his liking, that respect will quickly change to resentment, and he'll try to think of some ploy to get around it.

Intelligent: The boy has more brains than people give him credit for, since some of the shit he does isn't exactly brilliant. But he is smart, book-wise. Aidan is one of the few boys his age that actually enjoys reading (his favorite author is Steven King). But he never did extremely well in school as he could have, since he didn't care much for it and couldn't concentrate to save his life. He has an 2.8 GPA, which is good enough for him, even if adults constantly nag him to 'apply himself'

Reckless: Aidan is single-minded and stubborn, but he's also probably one of the most determined people you will ever meet. When given a task, he never gives up, unless he feels his time is being wasted or is infinitely frustrated. He's courageous and at times sarcastic or prideful, but with a sort of optimism that is hidden just below the surface due to his high level of confidence. His temper is strong but easily forgotten, and he has the memory of a goldfish. But in general, he's a good friend, a good partier, and a good...um...himself.

history.
too bad you knew me.

parents: Sylvester Anthony (45) & Celeste Louise (43) Tremayne.
siblings: Angela Nicole & Adam Joseph (twins-20) Treymayne.
history:
Aidan Tremayne was born to Sylvester and Celeste Tremayne September 19th, 1989, in the fabulous state of Californication. Celeste and Sylvester met through mutual friends; Celeste was an heiress and Sylvester was a real estate tycoon. So naturally, the two fit together, and married very young. They settled in a comfortably large house by the beach in their mid-20s, and shortly after their marriage had twins Angela and Adam. The puzzling thing was that they had had the children only six months after their marriage. While rumors and secrets of the whole marriage being just a cover-up for Celeste's suprise pregnancy, it wasn't such an uncommon thing to cause a huge stir.

Even though there is doubt whether Celeste and Sylvester would even be married if it wasn't for the pregnancy, the two do at least enjoy each other's company. Aidan's childhood was relatively calm. His mother was a heavy drinker but not an abusive one, and his father's only vice was working too much. His nanny Juanita was the main caregiver in his life, but the woman died when he was 12. After this, Aidan became more or less completely independent, and only called upon his parents for money matters and school problems, which they wrote off hastily with a flourish of their signature, then went back to their together but separate lives.

After the age of 12, Aidan's life changed almost dramatically. His mother had an affair with the gardener, and though Sylvester was furious, he was too afraid of Celeste taking half of everything to divorce her, so they are still married (but unhappily). A shy child, he came out of his shell in his teenage years, gaining recognition from his town for his social status and water atheltics ability and attention from the girls after he hit his growth spurt. Though he was a Grac, he did underground things that were only thought of the rebels: drinking, smoking, and in some cases, heavy drugs (most particularly cocaine, meth, and ecstasy) sometimes for the sake of parties and sometimes to deal with his arguing family life. Aidan's teenage years were whirlwind and fun, tinged with drama and humor. One could relate them to a sopa opera, and his antics gave him recognition and power in the eyes of his peers. Though at 18 he has cooled down in that area of his life, his addiction to stimulants is still moderate, usually only done if he is very stressed or in a social situation.

The turning point for Aidan came when he was 16 and got arrested for drinking and driving, coming home from a frat party he had crashed with some friends at a neighboring university. He lost his license for a year and had to rely on his father to drive him to where he needed to be. Through this, though, he grew closer to his father, and could understand the reasons for what happened between his parents. They had never loved each other, in a nutshell, and divorce would mean losing half of his hardearned money to Celeste, who was an heiress and never worked in her life. "We're just roommates," Sylvester had sheepishly told his son one day on the way to school.

His twin siblings Angela and Adam were the overachievers in the family. Both are at college (Angela majoring in law at Harvard and Adam majoring in medicine at Yale) and there was never much of a relationship between them and their baby brother. They have all become adults so the bond has strengthened, and now Aidan can call his siblings his friends, and they often discuss the rewards and trials of growing up with what they had. Though they were rich, they had plenty of their issues as well.

you.
monster.

name: Aidan (haha yes I like my name enough to name my character it), but you may refer to me by my pename Alt.
age: 16 years young.
contact Info: PM.
other characters: None as of now. x3

proof read.
i got my lesson learned.

roleplay sample:

The beach was dying down and the embers were beginning to glisten, smoking with the midnight moon. A large trail unfurled upward in to the dark, the teenagers and adults below it paying no mind. The sound of radio and talk could be heard well beyond the beach.

"Y'all are crazy," Marcus Reeves mused, his large fingers enclosed over a can of Bush beer. The grains of sand beneath the lawn chair invaded his sandals, the moon hanging above in a velvet black sky. It was the second brightest thing. The first was the large bonfire in front of him, encircled by lawn chairs. He was sitting in the closest one to the flames since he had such a fondness for fire.

It was a usual routine. Saturday night; everyone was bored. Time to gather the gang and act stupid on the beach, naturally.

Marcus rolled his eyes at the person who had been telling a story, clearing his throat to get everyone's attention. "You wanna talk about stories? I'll tell you one to remember," Marcus mused, taking a large gulp of his drink. The group of eight or nine peers around him leaned in expectantly. He always told an interesting tale or two. His arms, muscled from years of lacrosse and still aching from practice that afternoon, animatedly moved in the air.

"Okay Marcus just don't tell us the one about the leprechauns again!" a young girl to his left laughed, batting her eyelashes slightly at the boy. Marcus grinned back at her flirtingly, running a hand through his mop of dark brown hair. Then he quickly responded, "Oh this one is even better, I promise. It's about how I met president Bush."

Gasps moved around the circle.

"Oh, it's true guys! You see, I was wandering the streets one day aimlessly, looking for somethin' to do. I was getting the munchies, and saw a Taco Bell in sight like some kind of godly sign. So, I stopped in for a few chalupas, minding my own business." Everyone was following along in a mock serious manner. Marcus's silly stories were a ritual of sorts and always guaranteed some kind of laugh.

"Alright, so, I entered, ate my food, and was about to leave, whenever I saw him." Marcus paused for suspense. "I couldn't believe my eyes. Guess who I saw, seated in the presidential limo buying seven tacos? Nobody but Mr. Bush himself!"

His hands threw up dramatically. The gasped turned in to laughter.

"I was so excited, I nearly jumped through the window. 'Mr. President, Mr. President!' I shouted. Always being a gentleman, he drew down the window, and asked kindly, 'What the f*** do you want?'" The group chuckled. "I considered asking for his autograph, but it's not as if he's a move star or somethin'. So, instead, I asked him for beer."

A lot of people looked puzzled. One boy raised his hand awkwardly like a school boy. "Marcus? You asked George W. Bush for beer?"

Marcus half-smiled in a cocky manner. Here was the punch line. "George W. Bush? Why the hell would I ever meet the president of the United States at Taco Bell? I was talking 'bout president Bush of Bush beer, naturally." He flicked the can he was holding with his index finger, and it gave a loud thud! admist the laughter.

"You're a trip, Marcus," the girl next to him smiled. Marcus shrugged, kicking his feet up on the chair.

"Tell me something I don't know, babe," he mused with a small sip.

and the secret word is: Rawkstar

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