{ vincent lexington!

[vincent lexington.]

VINCENT LEXINGTON

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characters full name: vincent alexander lexington
nickname: vince, the vincester
gang: gracs.
date of birth: october 3rd
age&year: eighteen, senior
sexuality: straight

appearence.
turn around there's those eyes again.

face claim: boyd holbrook
general: Vincent is the young man a lot of people look at and say, 'hot damn!' That's in the good way, too. He's incredibly handsome, even if he won't admit it. He has a lovely bone structure that really seems to bring out his face than any other part of him. He has luscious blue eyes that look like the ocean, and blond hair. A lot of people refer to the ocean when they talk about his eyes. He usually doesn't have facial hair, but occasionally he'll grow a stubble, leave it on for a week or two, and then shave it off before it becomes too bushy. He enjoys having a clean face - "nothin' better than bein' and feelin smooth!"

All the things he has done out in the sun have transformed his body into something magnificent. He has tan skin, not too dark, but not too light. It's his favorite tone for himself, and he can't stand being any paler or darker. Vincent doesn't seem to get sunburns. Even when he goes out on the beach with no sun screen, the sun above beaming down on him, he still doesn't turn red. Infact, he seems to stay the same shade. It's unfair to a lot of people, but of course he doesn't care at all. Vince also knows how to keep in shape(excersize wise). The sports he plays have given him quite a fit body, muscles and all. He's proud of that.

He can scarve down his whole kitchen and still not seem to gain a single pound. That's only because he works it all off when he's done eating. He either lifts weights or runs on the treadmill first, and then does the thing he didn't do second. He dresses himself in pretty ordinary clothing - the type of clothing you see a lot of jocks wear. Jerseys, jeans...and sometimes even polos. He can never go wrong with a pair of simple blue jeans and a shirt.

persona.
fake indifference and i.

habits:
- drinking
- partying
- cussing
- biting lip
- saying things he doesn't mean
- getting in trouble
- jumping from high places
- showing off
likes:
- snakes
- girls
- parties
- alcohol
- soda
- milkshakes
- broccoli
- junk food
- ranch dressing
- music
- rap
- hip hop
- rock
- pop
- scary movies
- the mall
- cars
- all types of animals
- pools
- balloons
- nightlife
- cake mix
- brownie mix
- mud fights
- making people laugh
- sports
- winning
- showers
- gore
dislikes:
- the 'isms'
- obsessions
- death
- rules
- fakes
- criticism
- singing
- people like him
- losing
- being called a sore loser
fears:
- failing
- dying
- sharks
- obsessive people
- victoria's secret
- being forced into commitment
- dissapointing people
personality:
Vincent isn't the brightest crayon in the box. I guess you could even call him stupid. He knows it, too. He knows he's not intelligent as a lot of other kids and he really could care less. He doesn't think he's going to need any math or science in his future life, so why even bother learning it? Actually, he'll learn it. He just won't ever use it. Even though he thinks it's lame, he'll still do his school work and homework. He's responsible enough for that.

Vince hates dissapointing people. He's always trying to do the right thing and get people to like him, no matter what it takes. If someone wants him to do something, he'll do it, and he'll do it right. He can't stand failure. He always has his eyes on the prize and everytime that prize is stolen from him, he beats himself up for it. He absolutely hates to lose. Once he steps onto that court or field, he turns into a pride hungry monster. A lot of people call him a sore loser when he throws a fit at losing, and that seems to piss him off even more. Vincent will do anything for his pride.

Despite this anger, he's really a sweet and charming boy. He loves girls. Absolutely loves them. He knows how to treat them as well. He's a huge flirt, too. He loves attention and he also loves giving attention. You can call him a manwhore, too. Hey, like I said, he loves the ladies. He's never really been one for relationships, though. He's not ready for that type of commitment. Plus, he doesn't want to be limited. I know, that sounds really bad. It's more that he doesn't want to hurt anyone, since he knows he'll most likely screw up any relationship he has.

Though he is a little conceited and way too cocky for his own good, Vincent really is a sweet heart.. He stands up for anyone. He doesn't like getting into fist fights, but he will if he has to. He's polite and kind to most people. He's cunning. He's a sore loser. He's Vincent.

history.
too bad you knew me.

parents:
DANIEL LEXINGTON - FATHER - AGE UNKNOWN
ELIZABETH LEXINGTON - MOTHER - AGE UNKNOWN
CHRISTIAN LEXINGTON - ADOPTED FATHER - 33
ERICA LEXINGTON - ADOPTED MOTHER - 33
siblings:
KRISTIN LEXINGTON - ADOPTED SISTER - 18
KYLE LEXINGTON - ADOPTED BROTHER - 15
history:
Vincent Alexander Smith was born on October the third to his biological parents, Daniel and Elizabeth. They were too young - seventeen, in fact - to have a kid so they decided to 'throw the thing to the orphanage.' Vincent was only three years old, and after his parents signed the papers and left the orphanage, he never saw them again. He was never close enough to them to care. He doesn't have a single memory of either of them.

So Vincent lived with the other kids in the orphanage for years, going to school down the street and then returning to the big white house with the oak tree in the front yard. He grew pretty close to everyone there and never once even thought he hated it. It was too much fun for him to hate anything about it. He got to play all day, got his meals made for him, and had a pretty comfortable bed to sleep in. There was nothing wrong with that.

He enjoyed the 'luxurious' life of the orphanage until he was fourteen. Two very young graduates of medical school had started to come and visit him, and he cherished their company a lot. Finally, after several visits and tickets to sports games, they decided to adopt him. And that was that. They signed the papers and Vincent became a Lexington. He wasn't the only kid in the family, though. They had also adopted a girl as well - Kristin - a month before him. She was the same age as he was and welcomed him into the family almost as warmly as Daniel and Elizabeth had.

A month later, Vincent had a little brother(another adopted kid). His name was Kyle. At first, Vincent despised him, but then began to warm up to him quickly. He liked the exact same sports Vince did(aka everything) and they became sports buddies. The Lexingtons were a full family, even if Daniel and Elizabeth worked during most of the day. The kids were old enough to take care of themselves. Vincent is very lucky to have such a family. They do everything together, and his parents are very supportive of all his choices. They actually don't even mind that Vince isn't and never will be as smart as them.

Vince and Kristin turned fifteen and started their first year of highschool. It was a breeze for Vince - eat, school, sports, sleep. No big deal. He never once felt stressed. Freshman and sophomore year went by lightning fast, and then he was entering junior year. Of course, that wasn't as easy. He found himself working harder and had tons of homework piled on him. Once again, piece of cake. He had his genius parents to help him. Sports tryouts weren't so easy, though. More and more people were going out for them, which meant more and more competition for Vincent. He handled that surprisingly well, except when someone would slip by him and brag about how they did better than him on something.

you.
monster.

name: suzie
age: fourteen
contact Info: [e-mail]
other characters:
esmerelda starr

proof read.
i got my lesson learned.

roleplay sample:
Esmerelda did not want to wake up today. No, not at all. Not after staying up until two, working on an essay. Normally, she didn't procrastinate. But she had totally forgotten about the essay with all the other essays she had due, and her friend had reminded her. All these essays were eventually going to drive her insane, she just knew it. Esmerelda tossed and turned in her bed, grabbing one of her pillows and burying her face in it, as if to get away from the sun shining in her room. What time was it, anyway? She glanced at the clock, and heaved a sigh at the time. 6:30. It was time for her to get up, yeah, but she really didn't want to. She groaned, sitting up from her oh-so-soft pillows, her eyes still closed. She finally opened her emerald, almond-shaped eyes and glanced around her room. She stretched her arms out wide and yawned, and then pulled the covers off herself. She climbed out of bed, nightgown and all, and strided over to her window.

She pulled the white, see through curtains back and stared down onto the campus. Not many people were on the grounds right now, but she knew in a matter of minutes the green grass would be covered with students and professors, who were busily trying to make their way to their classes. Esmerelda would be one of them. Oh, the academy and everything surrounding it looked absolutely stunning this morning. Of course, it did every morning. Esmerelda was so happy to be in Paris, her dream location ever since she was a little girl. She hummed to herself as she slid into her bathroom, stripping bare and then stepping into the shower. She turned the water on so that it was very, very hot[how she liked it] and then got to cleaning.

Ten minutes later she was wrapping a towel around herself and stepping onto the bathroom floor. She grabbed another towel, dipped her head down, and ran her fingers through her wet hair. She wrapped the mess of red hair into a towel and tossed it back on top of her head, the air wooshing against her face as she did so. Es walked in front of her mirror and stared at the condensation, gently swiping her hand against the glass to get rid of the fog so she could see herself. She actually laughed at the sight. She had forgotten to take off her make up last night, so there were two black lines going down her face, and her lips were still as red as last night, though a little feinter. Okay, well, time to fix herself up a bit, eh? She rubbed the make up remover across her skin, taking away the black lines. She did the same to her lips, and soon enough she was looking like the Esmerelda who didn't wear make up. That wasn't going to last for long.

She grabbed the necessary make up to put on her face - blush, mascara, and lip gloss. Yeah, she was going to tone it down today. She carefully applied each one, and then tucked her lip gloss into her hand. She was going to have to re apply it several times. With a towel still wrapped around her now dry body, and a towel still absorbing the moisture of her hair, Es strutted out of the bathroom an into her closet[which, as you can imagine, was chalkful of clothes]. She ran her hand up and down the racks of clothes, occasionally stopping to examine someone that caught her eye. Eventually, she found the correct outfit and slid into it, shoes, dress, and all.

After drying her hair and then straightening it(which took FOREVER), Es exchanged her purses. She took her cellphone, wallet, Ipod, and mirror from one purse and put them in another, and then dropped her lipgloss into it as well. Okay, she was all set. Es's heels clapped against the floor as she made her way for the door. She picked her book bag off the floor and swung it over her right shoulder, immediately leaving her dorm afterwards. She hurriedly jogged for her first class. Es's day went along normally, the learning, the talking between classes, the lunch, and then more of the learning. Sooner than she thought, she was in the last class of the day -art.

Her eyes scanned the room, looking for one person in particular. Not that she cared or anything, she just wanted to see if Jude was here to annoy her as usual. Oh, joy. He wasn't. No, seriously. That was a good thing. He wasn't here, but his painting certainly was. It stood against the whiteboard where everyone could see it, and all Es wanted to do was set the damn thing to flames. I guess you could say she was jealous that his painting won. Where was the jerk, anyway? She wasn't used to not seeing him. She was about to ask her friend, but before she could, she felt her cellphone vibrate against her leg. She sighed, opening her purse and cautiously staring down at the phone. Would you like to do a good deed today?

Who the hell was texting her? Her phone didn't recognize the number. Es shook her head, quickly texting the person back with That depends on what the good deed is. Who is this?
and the secret word is:
a secret.

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[rocket delaurr]

accepted of course