Post by akiva on Aug 2, 2008 21:58:37 GMT -5
Personal Info
[/b][/center]Nickname: Kaylan
Age: 18 this October.
Experience: About 6 years, unless playing pretend counts, then 14 years
Contact Info: Private Messages will do just fine.
Other Characters or Staff Position? I'm new, Like I would have this yet.
Basics
[/b][/center]Character Name: Morgan Graeme
Nicknames: Morgan
Gender: Male, but ladies are invited to check
Age: 17
Birth Date: December 18, 1990
Grade: 11th
Relationship Status: Single
Appearance
[/b][/center]Looks like: Neil Patrick Harris
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130 lbs
Build: Slender
Eye Color: Steel Blue
Hair Color: Brown with highlights
Style: A semi-formal casual look since he likes to look nice, and not resemble his his family.
Over All: Morgan cares about how he looks, he wants to look suave and nice, and will do all he can to not look run-down or poor. Using the towns few resources he has assembled a great collection of clothes. He needs glasses but instead wears contacts in order to help his myopia, every once in a while he likes to shake things up and 'wear' different eye colors to see if anybody notices.
Personality
[/b][/center]Likes: Morgan enjoys being in metropolitan centers of culture, consuming alcohol, and many fields of science.
Dislikes: He absolutely abhors being compared to his family, being around Christians, ignorant people, and those who have a penchant for acting utterly stupid. He finds the life of somebody in agriculture to be a vapid waste of potential for him.
Strengths: Math, science, holding his liquor
Weaknesses: Temper, dismissive, condescending
Hopes and Dreams: He wants to leave this town, go to college, and work at CERN or some other respected establishment.
Fears: Being stuck in Kennington, unable to escape his family. Bodies of water.
Habits: Forgetting that others don't care about particle physics or quarks. Drinking is something he does to escape and getting money.
Activities: Constructs robots in the Engineering Club. Works at the mall in two of the clothing stores.
General Personality:
He's an easygoing kind of person unless you start to ask about his family. He's laid back in the extreme, only motivated when he wants to do something (like build robots or find a new conditioner). He is determined to leave Kennington for someplace bigger and better than this piece of dirt.
It's easy for him to make friends since he is a tolerate person and doesn't get upset too often. He is a bit wound up right now though, with his two jobs and constant search of finding a place to sleep for the night. He often will go out for a drink on Sunday and be very subdued on Monday, coming to school wearing sunglasses.
Background
[/b][/center]Birthplace: Kennington
Financial Status: Lower Middle Class, mainly his own money.
Parents: James Graeme (42) and Jessica Harper (37)
Siblings: None
Other Relatives: He doesn't keep track, anybody his dumb father knows probably isn't worth knowing.
Pets: None
Transportation: Friends, Bike, and Feet.
History: Born to a farmer Morgan resents his humble beginnings and wants more from life than what his father James is complacent with. From an early age he has been good with numbers and concepts, getting into more advanced Math and Science classes than those in his class. He wants more from Life and has been very vocal about it.
His father is a drunk though, something Morgan inherited, and during one bad night when Morgan was a freshman they got into an argument. James was sick of his son always thinking he was better than him and after giving him a few punches to the face Morgan kicked James in the groin and boxed his temple, rendering him unconscious. Morgan packed his clothes and belongings and left. He's had lunches with his mother but hasn't talked to his father since then.
Miscellaneous
[/b][/center]RP Sample:
That was the last straw, as long as his father was around he knew he couldn't live here. Packing his bags, at a leisure pace, after all James was unconscious and wasn't getting up anytime soon. Morgan took his phone out and called a few friends, asking for a place to crash for the night.
"Please man, I helped out with your car you OWE me." Morgan said, packing away his bathroom supplies, "Just tell them it's for a project, some psychology thing. I don't know make something up. Fine!" He closed his phone, this was going to be difficult, he had to find a place to be before he could get his own place, thankful for the two jobs he worked and his fiscally responsible ways.
"Morgan please, you know how your father is when he's had too much." Jessica, Morgan's mother, said. She was a petite lady with long soft brown hair and some crows feets beginning to prematurely form.
"Mom, I love you, but that country bumpkin doesn't know what it means to have higher goals, to becoming more than what he has." Morgan retorted, his bags ready. "I'll call you in a couple of days Mom, and I'll be fine, this is a small town and nothing is going to happen."
With that sentiment he made his way out the door of the house, hopping onto his bike he peddled out onto the empty road under the moonlit sky, heading toward the orange haze that hung around the middle of the city. He was going to get a hotel room for the night, and begin his life new tomorrow.
"Please man, I helped out with your car you OWE me." Morgan said, packing away his bathroom supplies, "Just tell them it's for a project, some psychology thing. I don't know make something up. Fine!" He closed his phone, this was going to be difficult, he had to find a place to be before he could get his own place, thankful for the two jobs he worked and his fiscally responsible ways.
"Morgan please, you know how your father is when he's had too much." Jessica, Morgan's mother, said. She was a petite lady with long soft brown hair and some crows feets beginning to prematurely form.
"Mom, I love you, but that country bumpkin doesn't know what it means to have higher goals, to becoming more than what he has." Morgan retorted, his bags ready. "I'll call you in a couple of days Mom, and I'll be fine, this is a small town and nothing is going to happen."
With that sentiment he made his way out the door of the house, hopping onto his bike he peddled out onto the empty road under the moonlit sky, heading toward the orange haze that hung around the middle of the city. He was going to get a hotel room for the night, and begin his life new tomorrow.
Activity Level: On a scale of 1 to No Life, I'd say Yes.
Anything else you need to say?
It's not a death ray or an ice beam, it's a Freeze ray, and it will Stop. The. World.
Oh, finally, what is king of all that is cheese?
I'm guessing Cheese-Its since that was in the rules. #11.
