Post by jenkins on Jul 13, 2008 4:23:50 GMT -5
Personal Info
[/b][/center]Nickname: Jaz
Age: 13
Experience: 2 approx.
Contact Info: Hotmail / MSN / Myspace
Other Characters or Staff Position? Alexis Partridge
Basics
[/b][/center]Character Name: Coen Donald Jenkins
Nicknames: CJ, Donny
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Birth Date: January 1st, 1990
Grade: Senior (12th)
Relationship Status: Single (at the moment)
Appearance
[/b][/center]Looks like: Penn Badgley
Height: 6'3 (190cm)
Weight: Between 160 and 170 Pounds
Build: Athletic
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Style: Current Trend
Over All:
Coen... Coen... Well, lets just say that he is as handsome as he is rich. Which is a great among of wealth, and in this cake, good looks. At the youthful age of 18, Coen stands at a towering height of Six Foot, Three Inches. This is both great for his image, and over all sporting ability. Being so tall, the boy tends to appear intimidating and powerful to his opposing teams and competition. Coming hand in hand with being tall, Coen is also very well toned. He has tan skin all year round, which is a trait passed down in his family. Long, strong limbs, and a defined torso. After years of playing sport and going to the gym, the youth has developed good leg muscles, equally good arm muscles, and impressive pecks and a six pack. His clothing style does not work his cloth style around his structure, for there is no need to. Coen seemed to fit in with most styles of clothing. He prefers casual wear, such as jeans, tee shirts and hoodies, but he also looks extremely good in more tasteful clothes, like suits and such. Heck, everyone knows that he looks great in a sporting uniform, so that goes without much said.
Alright, so other than his drool-worthy body, Coen has chiseled facial features. As a youngster, the boy was always commented on how cute he was. Dark hair, tan skin, dark eyes, a great smile, all the traits of an Italian Heritage. And over the years, these certain traits have only increased. Coen has a very smooth face, which adds to his boyish charm. He doesn't like stumble, and so shaves regularly to get rid of any that may appear too obviously. His face has all but one freckle, which is quite cute, residing right near his mouth. This mouth is the very same that hosts a smile that is ready to captivate any female who sets eyes upon Coen Jenkins. It's one of his many best features.
The youth has chocolate brown eyes, which can appear to have a honey-comb shine when in the right light, or a black image when in a different light. Many girl claim that Coen's eyes are the key to his emotions, but they are very wrong. Over time, the boy has learned to manipulate his eyes and emotions to fit whatever situation deems necessary. His eye brows are the same fitting colour to his hair, a co-co-nut husk brown. Coen's hair style is always kept suave and sharp. It is generally cut in a semi-mow hawk, spiked lightly. From time to time he lets it grow a little devilish, or lets his side-burns grow out, but not often. Sometimes, it is even cut extremely short, with little than an inch's' length. Over-all, the boy can appear older than he is. Because of his charming, attractive looks, people take him seriously, and treat him with respect. Girl may flutter about and gossip about his good looks, and this is a common fact to the youth. Coen likes to keep his appearance fitting, sharp and smooth; which is exactly what he achieves.
Personality
[/b][/center]Likes: Girls, sport, attention, money, flirting, fast food, helicopter rides, his car, footballs, romantic dinners, showing off, being the best, motor bikes, physically activity, his body, caps, getting what he wants, vodka, parties.
Dislikes: Unpopular people, study, vegetables, having to work hard for something, poor folk, feeling unfit, being sick, fish, cheap products, stubborn people, teachers, traffic jams, exams.
Strengths: Sport, flirting, showing off, being the leader.
Weaknesses: His true feelings, studying for exams.
Hopes and Dreams: Professional Soccer player.
Fears: Letting people get too close, failing.
Habits: Flirting, showing off, spending money on silly things.
Activities: Soccer, Football, Tennis, Track Team, Swimming... Mooching off his brother in subjects such as Art, Music and Poetry.
General Personality:
No matter how much a person thinks they know about Coen Jenkins, 99.9% of the time they can be surprised. Coen is a surprise, in total. He can never cease to amaze people in relation to just what he is capable of. Yes, he is a jock, and yes, he is your typical 'it' boy, and yes, he defiantly knows this. He can be romantic, spontaneous, flirtatious, funny, charming, innocent, rebellious, the life of the party, you name it, he can play it. But even though is ego is about as high as Mt. Everest, Coen managed to pull off whatever look, or style, or personality he feels the need to. This extends to two different obvious sides: The Pros, and the Cons. So, lets start with the good news, shall we?
Coen loves sports. He has been playing many different sports since he could walk, and so this is an obvious factor in both is personality, and life. And so, he is a jock, but a cunning, gorgeous one at that. He thinks that when he's on that field, there is no one that can top his effort. This comes from hard work, and success. Coen is good at sports, heck, some even suggest that he is the best, which all to his head. The youth thinks he's top notch, being captain of the Soccer team, and holding a very important role in school teams such as American Football, Track and Gym teams, Swimming and Baseball. He's an all rounder, really.
Besides being your typical High School Senior Jock, Coen is 'it' boy. He can fit into any group, if he puts his mind to it. It's just Coen's 'thing'. Whether it the jocks, the preppy kids, the snobs, the musical orientated, the poetic, the vegetarians, the smart kids, or whatever other stereotype you can put a label on, Coen can fit in. He's the boy that everyone wants to be friends with, in his mind. Everyone knows who he is, and they all have their own opinion on him. The Jenkins's boy is Mr. Popular when it comes to most of the female population. Sure, he cheats on girls all the time, and this could make him a girl, but for those who are caught up in his charm; it doesn't matter. Being the smooth talker that he is, Coen managed to weasel his way out of tight situations, and comes out all happy champ on top.
So, by now you would have guessed the obvious facts. Coen may be popular, handsome, rich and supposedly talented, but he is probably one of the biggest phonies Kennington. People claim to know him, to have a bond with Coen, to be his friends, but in all truth, he's a fake. The youth can't remember the last time that he did something because he wanted to, not just for kicks, or for girls, or for glory. Over the years at High School, he has built up a wall in side himself, which prevents anyone, even Coen's own mind, from penetrating it. He doesn't know how to be sincere, or act casual. Everything is outdone, perfected, operated. Anyone is yet to pick up on this, for they either love him, and accept him, or hate him, and ignore him. No one really takes the time to sit down and sus out Coen, and so, this is why he passes through life so swiftly. He may be your Senior 'it' boy, but no one knows what the definition of 'it' is.
Background
[/b][/center]Birthplace: Kennington, USA
Financial Status: Very Wealthy
Parents:
Donald Newton Jenkins - 43 (1965)
Jenifer Fay
Siblings:
Rylend Garret Jenkins - 16 (1992)
Other Relatives: N / A
Pets: Jasper - Husky
Transportation: Car - Mustang
History:
Childhood
Coen Jenkins was born on the First of January, 1990. His parents, Donald and Jenifer was ecstatic, at the least. A baby boy was pretty much the only thing that could have perfected their already perfect life. Through his early years, Coen was brought up in a wealthy household, in the small town of Kennington. His father Donald managed an international Clothing and Accessories brand, which practically raked in the money each pay day. Jenifer held her high status, as a successful interior designer, working over seas in her business. Two years after Coen was born, his little brother Rylend came into the world. Though he was, and still is treated as the baby of the family, no one is willing to admit that the eldest son is obviously the favorite. It's not in Rylend's place to say so, and the Jenkins won't ever give into others suspicions.
Really, the family were very well off. They were the family that all the kids wishes to be a part off, who went on their yacht every holiday, who always had money to spare. Coen started school with a bang. From the word 'go' he became your little sports star, winning the hearts of all around him with those dark eyes, and innocent looks. Life was easy for both Coen and Rylend, for they didn't have a worry in the world. Their parents were rich, and liked by many, and so the boys followed in suit. During their years growing up, the two brothers didn't fight often, and were very close.
Adolescence
It was obvious that by the time Coen started Middle School, he was going to be special. No, I'm not talking about the whole 'The Jenkins boy received a letter by owl post' or 'he had a strange amusement with fish', but lets just say he was a bright spark. Coen stood out in a crowd. Already, he was growing fast into the looks that his father had passed down. The boy was on the path to success, by now, winning several awards for both sports and academic subjects. His little brother, Rylend, was a little slower to pick up, but was yet again following in his older brothers footsteps. Once middle school had passed, Coen decided that he didn't need book smarts. Sport and popularity was his forte', and that was all he needed. Jenifer and Donald were still rising their riches, the boy was still on top of the world. Hey, life couldn't get much better, so why bother with the books? This is where Coen began to dump who he really was, and turned into the 'it' boy we all know
Teenage
Throughout High School, Coen's popular status only escalated. He was elected as the Captain of various sporting teams over the years, and so this added to his image. Coen found the ability to fit into every group, due to his good looks, wealth and personality that everyone wanted a share in. Sure, many peopled called him a jerk behind his back, but that didn't mean they were a total suck up when he was in the picture. All of these great opinions went to his head, as you can imagine, and so Coen developed a great ego that has caused him minimal issues in the past. He usually got off the hook, though so there wasn't much to worry about.
When Coen entered his Junior year, Rylend was just starting high school. No one had any idea that there was another Jenkins boy, and most were utterly shocked when any sibling of Coen was exposed to be interested in art, music and poetry, in stead of sports, parties and girls. This separated them greatly, and again, the fact that Coen was the favorite sun arose in the family. And again, Donald and Jenifer demised this idea, though it was blatantly true. Rylend soon became your typical black sheep of the family. He was interesting, and true, unlike his fake, though popular brother.
In his final two years of High School, Coen has only let his popularity grow. He has dated several girls, and on more than one occasion, 'two-timed' them. Theres nothing to stop him, no one that stands up to him. Coen appears to be your friendly boy that gets along with everyone, and that he is, despite all layers beneath his personality. Once he was old enough, he attend many parties, and became your party boy. Again, another addition to his sky-rocketing ego. On his eighteenth birthday, Coen was rewarded with his very own car, a vintage Mustang, which is one of the pride and joys of his life. In his final year, Coen is set for smooth sailing. In he mind, he thinks he knows the reality. He's top notch, the best of the best. He's the nice guy, everyone wants to be his friend. Little down Coen know that after all these years, Kennington is going to bite back.
Miscellaneous
[/b][/center]RP Sample: Sebastian Fraser -- Hogwarts Revolutions
Sebastian loved this time of year, probably more than any other. Everything about it seemed to be crystallized into perfection. The nineteen year olds opinion on Winter was very high, as he loved it more than any other season. Snow was always so much fun, even to at his age. It provided not only enjoyment, but well, it was pretty cool to observe, and watch young children playing around in it. This kind of thing reminded the youth about his own childhood, when he would run out into the snow every afternoon when school had finished, and Maria and him would play with the other kids in the street for hours until it was dark. His Aunt would always clearly state "Be home before the street lights are on!" and Seb and Maria would only make it back just after. Merlin, they were the good times, when things were simple, and the hardest thing about your life was having to eat all your vegetables at night.
But none the less, Sebastian loved his life now, too. The Christmas spirit was always thick in the air, and the decorations people displayed matched. It was Christmas Eve, and there were many people his age, older, and a few younger milling around the main strip of Diagon Alley. Smiles graced their faces, laughter and music warmed the air, and Seb couldn't help but ask to finish 'early' on such a night. It was already 9:00 pm, and Sebastian had been working since 12:00 that day. He was supposed to work for yet another hour, but he had already been working as the barman for a month, and his supervisor had taken a certain liking to Sebastian. Probably something to do with he fact that the youth never lost his temper or was rude to the man, or his customers. Well, that and Seb's band had played at the Leaky Cauldron a couple of times, which had attracted more customers.
And so, he was let off an hour early, due to his supervisor being a) in high spirits, and c) full of spirits. Literally, he was quite tipsy at this stage of the evening. Sebastian remained in his work clothes, which consisted of black leather shoes, black dress pants, a red long-sleeved button up shirt, and now a chocolate brown jacket. As the youth stepped out of the Pub, he zipped up the front, before pushing up his sleeves to his fore-arm. Seb pulled out a black knitted beanie, pushing it onto his head, before stuffing his hands back into his pockets. Diagon seemed so alive at this hour. There was so much Christmas spirit and joy in the atmosphere. He wandered down past a few stalls. After a short while, Sebastian stopped at a Coffee vendor, pulling out his wallet while he waited in line. he was so absorbed in the surrounding scenes, that he didn't even feel someone bumped into him.
But none the less, Sebastian loved his life now, too. The Christmas spirit was always thick in the air, and the decorations people displayed matched. It was Christmas Eve, and there were many people his age, older, and a few younger milling around the main strip of Diagon Alley. Smiles graced their faces, laughter and music warmed the air, and Seb couldn't help but ask to finish 'early' on such a night. It was already 9:00 pm, and Sebastian had been working since 12:00 that day. He was supposed to work for yet another hour, but he had already been working as the barman for a month, and his supervisor had taken a certain liking to Sebastian. Probably something to do with he fact that the youth never lost his temper or was rude to the man, or his customers. Well, that and Seb's band had played at the Leaky Cauldron a couple of times, which had attracted more customers.
And so, he was let off an hour early, due to his supervisor being a) in high spirits, and c) full of spirits. Literally, he was quite tipsy at this stage of the evening. Sebastian remained in his work clothes, which consisted of black leather shoes, black dress pants, a red long-sleeved button up shirt, and now a chocolate brown jacket. As the youth stepped out of the Pub, he zipped up the front, before pushing up his sleeves to his fore-arm. Seb pulled out a black knitted beanie, pushing it onto his head, before stuffing his hands back into his pockets. Diagon seemed so alive at this hour. There was so much Christmas spirit and joy in the atmosphere. He wandered down past a few stalls. After a short while, Sebastian stopped at a Coffee vendor, pulling out his wallet while he waited in line. he was so absorbed in the surrounding scenes, that he didn't even feel someone bumped into him.
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