Post by rodneyclenmons on Dec 1, 2007 12:18:14 GMT -5
RODNEY "ROO" OHARA
[/center]characters full name: Rodney James Ohara
nickname: Roo
gang: Grac
date of birth: May eleventh, nineteen ninety
age&year: seventeen, Sophomore
sexuality: bisexual
appearance.
turn around there's those eyes again.
[/color] [/center]turn around there's those eyes again.
face claim: Cameron Johnathon [myspacer]
general: Roo has a cute face, but he can be very intimidating. Some of the looks he manages to pull of are just kind of scary. When he's mad, you can tell, he gets this glint in his eyes, when he's happy you can tell to, his eyes just sparkle, when he's said, well... thats quite obvious, he looks like he's about to cry, though he never does. His eyes tell a story, and everyone knows it. Roo is a small boy, but he can pack a punch, he carries alot of muscle on his tiny body, though you can't really see it, but when he hits you, HO SHIT! watch out!
Roo is tall and skinny with crazy ass hair. His hair is thick and dark brown, and he's never dyed it. He sometimes wears glasses, which only add to his beautiful brown eyes. Roo is a little skater boy, and he often wears alot of brands, the stuff he wears only adds to his cuteness. hehe, but hell, it's okay, Roo is adorable! and he knows it! Roo could be a modle thats just how god damn sexy he is! (: ( L )
persona.
fake indifference and i.
[/color] [/center]fake indifference and i.
habits: biting his nails, biting his lip
likes: girls, guys, skateboarding, PSP, iPod, computers, snowboarding, snow, cold, warm, summer, spring, winter, christmas, santa clause, Fox Racing, MotoCross, Horses, Animals, Doggies, Insects, Sex, Juice, Alcohol, Dancing, Loud Music, Strobe Lights, Candy, Hot Chocolate, Surfing, School, Football, Soccer, Basketball, BMX, Snakes
dislikes: homophobes, special needs children, Halloween, Jesus, War, Guns, Children, small dogs, cats, frogs, clowns
fears: Clowns.
personality: My dear Roo is a very inergetic guy. He loves to run and play and he knows how to make everyone smile. He doesn't mind getting dirty, and he loves dancing and laughing. Roo is the type of guy you'd go to if your mother had just died and you needed some cheering up, he is imaginative and he can make a boring date turn into someone amazing and fun, yet at the same time, childish and immature. Roo is a very sweet guy, he knows how to treat a girl, and he knows what to do and when to do it. He could make you melt with one touch and a few words.
Roo isn't the scaryest looking kid on the block but he will fight for what he thinks is right, and not for what is actually right. He thinks he's right all the time, but he really isn't. Roo is cocky and believes in himself way too much. He loves himself and if he died he'd cry. Don't get me wrong, Roo is great and everyone loves him, but he can be annoying at times, and he can sometimes only think of himself, but really, i think all of us are like that sometimes. Roo loves his animals, and he'd do anything for them. He loves his friends and would jump of a bridge at any time for them. He's loyal and friendly, and he's friends with everyone. If you drop a name, Roo would be the first person to say "oh is that that one guy who i was talking to that one day in that month" but thats just Roo.
Roo, is the kid you'll love to hate, people who don't like him, talk about him constantly, which means they're obsessed. It's just how it goes down.
history.
too bad you knew me.
[/color] [/center]too bad you knew me.
parents: unkown. [will get into that later]
siblings: Sam "Slam" Ohara [dead]
history: Some people would classify my life as hell, other's would say it wasn't that bad. Now, if you ask me, I'd tell you that it was what made me, well... me. My name is Rodney James Clenmons and I am Seventeen years old. I lived outside of Newyork for the last ten years, i lived with my foster parents, Robert and Betty Garlando. I was abandoned when i was only seven years old, my mother had left me in a park while she went off to buy groceries, it must have been a pretty long grocerie list because I stayed in that park for three days. I was left in that park with the clothes i wore on my back, and my only friend, a puppy named Mac.
One day, a nice couple was cutting through the park, when Mac ran up to them, me wobbling behind him, my hair a mess and me just as dirty. The couple asked me where my mother was, or if my father was anywhere. I told them that My mommy had gone to the store and she hadn't been back for three days, they asked me if I was hungry and took me out for lunch, of course we brought Mac with us. We sat on a bench and ate hotdogs, while Mac sat there and munched on some dog food that the couple had bough for him. They told me they were going to take me to a place where they would help me find my mommy, so i went with them, Mac at my side. They brought me an ofenidge where they tried to find my mom, and when they couldn't, The couple asked me if I would like to come home with them. I was only young and I was desperate for a family, I said yes, but only as long as Mac came with us. They told me I would love it at their house, so we drove off out of NewYork.
I remember driving down a long road, and falling asleep as I watched the passing cars and trees. I could remember the smell of cows, and horses, and animals, the smell of fresh wheat and stuff like that. Then, I remember the first glance I got at the land, I remember jumping out of the van, and looking around as my sneekers hit the dirt ground and I can still remember Mac chasing all the sheep that were running around the yard, I can remember seeing at least five horses out in the field, along with dozens of cows, and even three llamas and a donkey. Over the years I had learnt to work on the farm, ride horses, and milk cows, sheer sheep and lots more. I soon started to call Betty and Robert my parents. I didn't refer to them as my foster family, they were my mom and my dad.
Ten years have passed and now here I sit, in a Robert's truck, with my apple laptop on my lap and my big husky Mac beside me, typing away while I'm on my way to Eighteenth Street, to live a new life. It's time for me to take a chance and to make some real friends, and hopefully find what I was actually ment to be on this earth for.
you.
monster.
[/color] [/center]monster.
name: Kryss.
age: fifteen
contact Info: msn - crocs.hiss@hotmail.com
aim - KRYSSNESSPSH
other characters: hopefully making a girl
proof read.
i got my lesson learned.
[/color][/center]i got my lesson learned.
role play sample:
color=Black]My life had changed. Everything in my life, had gone from bad, to worse to even worse, and now that everything was settling, it felt good to be able to handle everything with out being a panic. This was my addiction, I loved teaching kids how to befriend their animals and how to work with them and get along with them. The black horse underneath me is my everything. I have had him for three years now and he's amazing. His name is Cupid's silly crush, or please call him Cupid, I got him because I was lonely, and I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I should have never left if I was lonely, and you're going to hear what Im thinking. Shut the fuck up....
Fang shook her head, looking around, finding a young boy walking into the ring with a mare. The silver horse beneath her bolted into a faster trot, she tickled her reins and he dropped his head and slowed down. Cupid snorted. Fang turned and looked to the little boy she smiled gently, 'you keep warming up, while I get the cones ready' she said to him, she turned her horse into the middle of the ring and got off. She walked forward and Cupid followed, his head was right at her side. Fang stopped and waited quietly for the horses to go past them before she proceeded to grab the cones, she grabbed three of them and then made her way back to the middle of the ring.
She placed one cone in the corner and then put the others by her horse. She mounted once more, once she was on the horse she lent over and grabbed the pylons. She told her horse to canter and he did so. They cantered to the other end of the arena, placing a cone four meters away from the wall. She smiled at Griffin and then turned her horse around and bolted off towards the other end. Placing the cone across from the other one. It was in a triangle or a barrel race shape.
Fang told the little boy to come in the middle with her. He did so, Fang told him to follow her the first few times, at a canter, but just let his horse follow and not to do anything. Fang moved her horse out, and the little welsh mare followed. Fang told Cupid to canter again and they did so, moving around the first cone. The little welsh cross slowed to a trot as they went around and then sped up again to a canter. Once they went around the other cone the pony slowed again, and then sped up when they were heading out to the third cone. When they turned the little boy finally asked "Why does she keep slowing down ?"
Fang slowed to a halt and asked the boy to do the same, she then continued to explain that to keep your horse from doing that you simply had to put him on a lead, she explained that if you didn't and you forced them around the cone they could fall over. She turned her horse and showed him 'This is Cupid when he's on a lead' she said with a soft smile as the little boy looked the horse over. Fang moved Cupid into a canter and moved him around the cone, picking up his right rein just a bit and nudging with his right. His left leg extended and he turned. 'Now, this is Cupid not on a lead'
Fang took a deep breath, he horse she knew was a barrel racer and he would turn the barrel no matter what, and she knew he'd fall. She then turned him and pushed him into a canter, forcing him around the cone with no lead, He lost his footing and fell onto his side, Fang was ready and she moved. The horse got up, prancing around but then stopping and standing by the little boy's own horse. Fang got up and dusted herself off. 'Thats what happens when your horse is not on a lead but you force him to turn. ' she said with a soft smile attempting to hide her embarrassment. She looked around, watching as the boy's mother watched, her eyes wide. Fang shrugged and then saw a man sitting on the picnic table. She cocked her head to the side, that must have been the other young boy's father, or brother...whatever.
Fang checked Cupid and then mounted. She dusted off the saddle and then proceeded to show the boy how to put his horse on a lead. She had him turn on a lead quite a few times, before he actually got it, and when he did she had him turn three more times. He did it expertly, or well as good as you can on your first run. Fang told him he was a natural and basically everything he wanted to hear, and then told him to cool his horse down by walking or trotting her around the ring. Fang watched him as he moved out and then moved around the ring at a jog. Fang turned Cupid in a few circles and then moved him into a trot. She was behind the boy on the mare 'Nice horse you got there' she called to him. Cupid moved into a canter and Fang just went with him. Cupid cantered around the ring three times before Fang brought him to the gate and opened it from atop of him. She then got off and closed the gate.
She looked around, her golden eyes now set on the man. He looked exactly like what now appeared to be his son. Fang thought he looked familiar and as she walked closer to him she knew why. Her eyes widened, she took the bit out of her horse's mouth and put it on the saddle horn. She let him graze as she walked over to David. She could hear her own heart beating inside of her ears, she felt like she couldn't breath or she was going to pass out or something.
She now stood to the side of David 'Long time no see' she said quietly, this was awkward but she couldn't just not say anything to him, she wasn't like that. Fang avoided biting her lip, she didn't dare dig her fangs into it, no way. She gulped before turning her head to watch Griffin in the ring. Her eyes widened, if this was David, then... oh god, that must have been Griffin, her son... Fang moved towards the fence, putting her hands on the white fence she stared at Griffin.
She didn't say anything, not one word, she felt so guilty she felt so stupid. Her eyes watered as she watched him on that horse, she watched him carefully, seeing David as she did. He looked so much like his father, so perfect and handsome. She dare not say anything, afraid he still held a grudge, and if he did, she didn't blame him. She had left him, for stupid reasons, and she had left him with their son. Griffin had to grow up without a mother, Fang didn't know what this was like, but she knew how hard it was to wonder about things, and she now wondered if he wondered about her. Did he remember her ? or did he not even know who she was.
Was it possible that he hated her, and just wanted her dead ? Fang gulped once more. Her eyes were glistening because of the tears that threatened to fall, yet she refused to let them. She had cried over this too many times, for too many hours, for too many days and nights. She opened her mouth to say something, but her throat was dry. She cleared her throat and then spoke 'He looks exactly like you' her voice was shaky very shaky. She turned around, leaning against the white boards to keep her balance so she didn't fall over. She blinked a few times because her vision was blurry, the tears fell down her cheeks, but she brushed them away before they could reach her chin. She stared at David for a second, she looked for his eyes, hoping he would make eye contact with her.
Then, a loud women's voice called to her "Miss.Dontango, Can you come help Tony for a second' Fang shook her head and looked passed David to the lady holding a halter in her hand. Fang took a deep breath 'I'll be right there' she called, trying to make her voice sound somewhat normal. She looked at David ' I... I have to go' She said before calling to Cupid and then hurrying off. Oh fuck, there she goes again, just running from her problems. She tied Cupid up to the hitching rail, she hurried over to the welsh pony and Tony, where he was trying to get her head out of the grass. She had no halter on or anything. Fang grabbed a mint from her hoodie's pocket and pulled the horse's head up and put the halter on. Then Tony ran off to put her to pasture. Fang just stood there, staring at her feetwordcount .1594
character .Fang Dontango
mood .Worried, Confused, and lost
listeningto .Violet Pornography - don't remember x]
and the secret word is: rawkstar <3
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