Post by Pilot Kelson on Mar 6, 2009 0:30:43 GMT -5
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”wish i could shut my playboy mouth”[/b][/font]
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with the occasional spot and some veins[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NICKNAME(S): none
AGE: 19
BIRTHDATE: November 4
GENDER: male
OCCUPATION: Freelance Artist
SEXUALITY: homosexual
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and not all of it you can see[/color][/font][/b][/center]
WEIGHT: 168 lbs.
BUILD: skinny
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: none
FACE CLAIM: James Franco
GENERAL:
over and over the same old lines[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
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thoughts make me go insane[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
SIBLINGS: Jonah Landry (given up for adoption when Clover was 19): 25
OTHER: none of importance
HISTORY:
i’ve got a family and i drink cups of tea[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NAME: Starfire
BREED: Morgan
DISCIPLINE: english
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i’ve got familiar faces[/b][/color][/font][/center]
Age: 22
Contacts: (PM is fine) PM preferred
Other characters: no
Fun fact: I'm naming my first boy Pilot!
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and I’ve got favourite places[/b][/color][/font][/center]
SAMPLE POST:
The sun was dipping below the horizon creating a beautiful swatch of colors behind the trees in the park. The small sketchpad sat heavily in his lap as the 3B pencil in his hand, slowly came to life, moving across the paper, managing to capture the black trees and transfer them onto the recycled paper of the sketchpad. He thought it almost ironic- trees being drawn on trees- another one of the tiny things in life that just so happened to make him immensely happy.
A hint of a smile tugged at his gaunt cheeks, as he kept his eyes clued to the tree before him. He didn't want to miss a single piece of it, and he carefully traced it with his eyes, his hand copying every small zig in the formations, just as his Mother had taught him when he was little. He looked down at his work, then stuck the pencil out before him, getting the proportions just right before setting the graphite to the paper again.
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, PILOTAYDENKELSON !
[/size]”wish i could shut my playboy mouth”[/b][/font]
[/right]
, this is my face covered in freckles !
[/color][/font]with the occasional spot and some veins[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NICKNAME(S): none
AGE: 19
BIRTHDATE: November 4
GENDER: male
OCCUPATION: Freelance Artist
SEXUALITY: homosexual
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, this is my body covered in skin !
[/color]and not all of it you can see[/color][/font][/b][/center]
WEIGHT: 168 lbs.
BUILD: skinny
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: none
FACE CLAIM: James Franco
GENERAL:
Pilot loves fashion and is in general, well dressed. He takes great care of himself and spends a lot of his time on his appearance- his hair is always done, his clothes are ironed, etc. He is worse then a girl getting ready before going out, and takes just as long despite the fact that he skips the entire make-up step that most girls would need. He is on the skinny side, do to watching what he eats, not that he eats much any way.[/ul]
His hair is shaggy, but he keeps it trimmed nicely, and styles it daily. Facial hair is a turn off for him, and thus keeps his face cleanly shaven, rare will be the day he shows up with even a hint of five o'clock shadow. He dresses on the preppier side, but keeps up with the latest fashion trends so it is always subject to change.
, and this is my mind it goes !
[/color]over and over the same old lines[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
Pilot is an artist- he was born to hippie parents, and as such he was raised with a very laid back attitude about everything. It makes it pretty easy to get along with him, but it can also make for a very lazy person which can be mistrune for uncaring. The things that keep him sane, are his artwork, and listening to music. Classical is his favorite, but anything acoustic suits him just fine.
There isn't much that will really set him off, but he can not stand to be around those with no sense of fashion. It is one of his loves-- like wearing art. He likes to people watch, and it gives him some of the best inspiration for art, but hates when he sees people just blindly following the pack. He has only a few friends and not much along the lines of family left- and those who he has he fiercely protects and his very loyal to. Honestly it would probably be the only way you could actually get a physical or verbal fight out of him.
LIKES:
• painting- acrylics and watercolor
• classical music && anything acoustic
• fashion
• pretty boys
• the hippie lifestyle
DISLIKES:
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• homophobes
• lack of fashion sense
• people who follow the herd
• government/rules
• people who have no self-respect
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, and this is my brain it’s tortures analytcal !
[/color]thoughts make me go insane[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font][/center]
SIBLINGS: Jonah Landry (given up for adoption when Clover was 19): 25
OTHER: none of importance
HISTORY:
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Pilot's Mother, Clover, was by all definition your typical hippie type. She might have been a witch, but she believed in peace and free love. She had a laid back attitude, and focused her talents on the arts- acustic guitar and drawing mainly. She was also into the drug culture. Her belief in free love, provided her with a son, at the age of 19, he was quickly put up for adoption, as her Mother, Eleanor deemed that Clover was not ready to be a Mother, nor could she provide for him. It was a clsoed adoption, and Clover never saw her son again, or learned anything more about him, she was not even privvy to who adopted him.
She was more careful for a while, but on a trip from her home town in Palo Alto, California to Dallas, she met a rather engaging Pilot. Nine months later, she had a new bundle of joy, and at 25 years old, she decided maybe she was ready to settle down and take on a new role as single Mother. She never caught the Pilots name, and so named her son Pilot.
Early life was rather difficult. In school he was constantly teased by those with magical powers, and picked on for being different-- taking after his mother and having a fine love for poetry, fashion, art and music. He had no real friends growing up, and instead spent most of his time with his Bubbie- playing board games, dress-up, dolls, or even painting and singing. His Bubbie is his closest friend in the world. When he was little, she was the one who really took care of him, his Mother had no experience in being any sort of authority figure, and was more of his friend, whereas Bubbie took charge, changed his dippers, cleaned up after him, and cooked his meals. Now that he has grown a bit, the roles have reversed, and Pilot takes care of her. His Mother lives in Dallas, but Pilot and Eleanor live in Kentucky, where he went to school. He has already graduated from the Acadmey, but sticks around for her, and also to work on his Art.
He hopes to become famous one day, and maybe even merge into the fashion industry. He wouldn't mind getting out of Kentucky, but so far nothing his really pulling him away, so he simply stays.
, and i use mouthwash and sometimes i floss !
[/color][/font]i’ve got a family and i drink cups of tea[/b][/color][/font][/center]
NAME: Starfire
BREED: Morgan
DISCIPLINE: english
[/ul]
, i’ve got nastalgic pavements !
[/color][/font]i’ve got familiar faces[/b][/color][/font][/center]
Age: 22
Contacts: (PM is fine) PM preferred
Other characters: no
Fun fact: I'm naming my first boy Pilot!
[/size][/ul]
, i’ve got mixed-up memories !
[/color][/font]and I’ve got favourite places[/b][/color][/font][/center]
SAMPLE POST:
The sun was dipping below the horizon creating a beautiful swatch of colors behind the trees in the park. The small sketchpad sat heavily in his lap as the 3B pencil in his hand, slowly came to life, moving across the paper, managing to capture the black trees and transfer them onto the recycled paper of the sketchpad. He thought it almost ironic- trees being drawn on trees- another one of the tiny things in life that just so happened to make him immensely happy.
A hint of a smile tugged at his gaunt cheeks, as he kept his eyes clued to the tree before him. He didn't want to miss a single piece of it, and he carefully traced it with his eyes, his hand copying every small zig in the formations, just as his Mother had taught him when he was little. He looked down at his work, then stuck the pencil out before him, getting the proportions just right before setting the graphite to the paper again.
