Post by Jared Kavallari on Jul 16, 2007 17:55:05 GMT -5
Behind The Character
Your Name? Samantha
Your Roleplaying Experience? I've been doing it for a few years really.
How Might We Contact You? messaging meh is fine. or you can ask for my email.
The Basics About Your Character
The Full Name? Jared Kavallari
The Nicknames? NONE.
The Age? 17.
The Grade? Junior.
The Clique? Scene.
The Celeb? alex evans
The Picture? Look at my siggie. x]
The Details About Your Character
The Appearance?You could say he's the scene type. Shaggy dark locks, that he has to run his fingers through before it flops over one eye. Pale soft skin, acne free (thank goodness). Having a long nose sounds bad, put it actually looks rather gorgeous on him. He has a noticable jaw line when looked at from the right angle, a few freckles splotched here and there on his cheeks. His slim figure still allows his faint 6 pack to show, and his muscular biceps to build. And we cannot forget how, a few tattoos always peek out from his sleeve and hips, && snakebites.
The Personality?Don't call this sweetheart emo, because he's nothing of the sort (only appearence wise). An art boy with a mysterious edge, lives for poetry and one day hoping to become an artist or a photographer as backup. A a strange love for trampolines, it's the perfect spot to take blurred pictures that keeps you guessing. He isn't the type to go and party like a rockstar, after a concert. Being in a band is just a hobby of his, nothing to get carried away with. Cannot cope with certain scenarios easily, such as parental issues and girls. Very independant, therefore does not work easily with other, likes to take charge. He is rather vain, but disguises with a flawless smile. He's a lover not a fighter, get his face and you'll wake up in a hospitol bed.
He can get hurt rather easily (mentally not physically), making him very paraniod and cautious when it comes to new people. Yes, he has been in love only once. He is secretly very lonely and mangled inside although he is spazzy and sweet on the outside. A total gentlemen (at first). Get to know him more, and the shy stutterness of this boy will dissapear off the face of the Earth and reveal the sensual sweettalker known as: Jared Cavallari
The History?His mother, Delilah, was a prostitute and one night got pregnant. If only she knew who the father was. So, obviously Jared was an uncalled for child. He was born unqique. At age 5 took way to art rather quickly. Even his colorful scribbles were hung up on the fridge, to him and his mom they were that beautiful. Finger painting was a specailty when he approached the 1st grade. Moving onto the 5th grade, his mom came down with a strange disease, and later on was diagnosed with a brain tumour. Upset, Jared wished he could have turned to his father but reality checked in and reminded both him and his mother that there was no father. His mom died 2 years later.
When 8th grade came around he shut himself out from the world, living with his mother's sister, Paula. She was a troubled women, an alcholic at that. She was abusive. Being the guy that he is, he wouldn't dare hit a lady back. But, in his freshmen year, Paula had committed suicide. No one else in his rather small family would take him in so he decided to live with his best friend, Carter. And, that's when he spotted her. The girl of his dreams lived right next door. Taking the risk he asked her out. Everything seemed fine, amazing in fact. Or at least, for a little bit. Turns out His new girlfriend was cheating on him for his roomie. Jared had walked in on them, during one of their saturday night hookups. Horrified, Jared tried to act as if they weren't there. They saw him in the room, but didnt care. Not one bit. So, a few more entered his life but stepped right out, giving him more rejection. The last thing he needed. Until this girl, who seemed just like him. Oh, they seemed perfect together. After a few months, they had a passionate night, a life changing expierence at that. But, the next morning when Jared look to his left to say the famous 'good morning', she was gone. He drove to her house, she wasn't there. It was almost as if she was never there. Heartbroken, Jared swore to himself that he would never let another girl lay her hands upon him again. They say that if a boy cries, he is no longer a man. bullshit.
He carried on through his highschool year as loner until this year, when a boy, JR, had asked him to be the lead singer of his band. Music became a new hobby for him, other than being an art boy. Music and sketching was the only thing that can keep his mind of the past nowdays. Officially a junior, Jared is waiting for a fresh start and some new life changing memores to fufill is life.
The Family? Mother died when he was young. Has no idea who his father is. Lives with band mates (his only family), account of nobody else in his rather small family wants him.
The Pets? A black + white siberian husky named, Eskimo.
Just A Few More Things
The Sample RP?After a concert Running his fingers through his shaggy locks, Jared sauntered into living room. Stopping dead in his tracks, the scent of fruity perfumes swam around him. girls. As usual, the guys always brought ladies home from concerts. They were sprawled out on the couch with the guys and couple were taking over his recliner chair. He was in a shitty mood and the last thing he wanted at the moment were a bunch of girls lounging around his condo. 'What do they think this is a strip club?' Grunting, the art boy walked right past them and towards his room.
"Hey! Where ya goin buddy?" Called out JR.
"My room." Jared mumbled.
"Don't ya wanna meet the ladies? What'd ya say?"
"Fuck off!" Snarled Jared, slamming the door.
JR knew that Jared hated meeting new people, let alone girls. Jared wacked the lamp off his nightstand, startling Eskimo his beloved husky. "I'm sorry boy.." His vioce trailed off, grazing a hand over Eskimo's fluffiness. The husky whimpered and licked Jared's hand. The shaggy haired boy sprawled out on his bed, with a lazy sigh. "2:07 AM... That's just peachy." He had a busy night, crowd surfing, struggling not to drop the microphone, watching the mosh pitters get crazy and drunk off their asses, all at the sametime getting loose but trying to stay on focus. It wasn't easy. It made him wonder how his friend's did it. Although they were always drunk and getting laid after concerts, they seemed to handle it all pretty well. Almost everytime he was evre offered a drink, he'd reject it with a brief reply, "Sorry, but I actually wanna remember what I do tonight.", knowing that he would most likely want more and more of the tangy taste of alchohol. Watching his friends drink and have one night stands wasn't exactly a pretty sight, but there was a pang of jealousy there. Thoughts such as, 'I hope he gets that chick pregant' were evil things to think, but it's hard not to think that every now and then.
There was a knock on his bedroom door. "Who is it?" He growled. He shot almost immediatley, as a gorgeous blonde girl stepped into his room.
"Who are you?" He snarled.
"I'm your sister."
Your Name? Samantha
Your Roleplaying Experience? I've been doing it for a few years really.
How Might We Contact You? messaging meh is fine. or you can ask for my email.
The Basics About Your Character
The Full Name? Jared Kavallari
The Nicknames? NONE.
The Age? 17.
The Grade? Junior.
The Clique? Scene.
The Celeb? alex evans
The Picture? Look at my siggie. x]
The Details About Your Character
The Appearance?You could say he's the scene type. Shaggy dark locks, that he has to run his fingers through before it flops over one eye. Pale soft skin, acne free (thank goodness). Having a long nose sounds bad, put it actually looks rather gorgeous on him. He has a noticable jaw line when looked at from the right angle, a few freckles splotched here and there on his cheeks. His slim figure still allows his faint 6 pack to show, and his muscular biceps to build. And we cannot forget how, a few tattoos always peek out from his sleeve and hips, && snakebites.
The Personality?Don't call this sweetheart emo, because he's nothing of the sort (only appearence wise). An art boy with a mysterious edge, lives for poetry and one day hoping to become an artist or a photographer as backup. A a strange love for trampolines, it's the perfect spot to take blurred pictures that keeps you guessing. He isn't the type to go and party like a rockstar, after a concert. Being in a band is just a hobby of his, nothing to get carried away with. Cannot cope with certain scenarios easily, such as parental issues and girls. Very independant, therefore does not work easily with other, likes to take charge. He is rather vain, but disguises with a flawless smile. He's a lover not a fighter, get his face and you'll wake up in a hospitol bed.
He can get hurt rather easily (mentally not physically), making him very paraniod and cautious when it comes to new people. Yes, he has been in love only once. He is secretly very lonely and mangled inside although he is spazzy and sweet on the outside. A total gentlemen (at first). Get to know him more, and the shy stutterness of this boy will dissapear off the face of the Earth and reveal the sensual sweettalker known as: Jared Cavallari
The History?His mother, Delilah, was a prostitute and one night got pregnant. If only she knew who the father was. So, obviously Jared was an uncalled for child. He was born unqique. At age 5 took way to art rather quickly. Even his colorful scribbles were hung up on the fridge, to him and his mom they were that beautiful. Finger painting was a specailty when he approached the 1st grade. Moving onto the 5th grade, his mom came down with a strange disease, and later on was diagnosed with a brain tumour. Upset, Jared wished he could have turned to his father but reality checked in and reminded both him and his mother that there was no father. His mom died 2 years later.
When 8th grade came around he shut himself out from the world, living with his mother's sister, Paula. She was a troubled women, an alcholic at that. She was abusive. Being the guy that he is, he wouldn't dare hit a lady back. But, in his freshmen year, Paula had committed suicide. No one else in his rather small family would take him in so he decided to live with his best friend, Carter. And, that's when he spotted her. The girl of his dreams lived right next door. Taking the risk he asked her out. Everything seemed fine, amazing in fact. Or at least, for a little bit. Turns out His new girlfriend was cheating on him for his roomie. Jared had walked in on them, during one of their saturday night hookups. Horrified, Jared tried to act as if they weren't there. They saw him in the room, but didnt care. Not one bit. So, a few more entered his life but stepped right out, giving him more rejection. The last thing he needed. Until this girl, who seemed just like him. Oh, they seemed perfect together. After a few months, they had a passionate night, a life changing expierence at that. But, the next morning when Jared look to his left to say the famous 'good morning', she was gone. He drove to her house, she wasn't there. It was almost as if she was never there. Heartbroken, Jared swore to himself that he would never let another girl lay her hands upon him again. They say that if a boy cries, he is no longer a man. bullshit.
He carried on through his highschool year as loner until this year, when a boy, JR, had asked him to be the lead singer of his band. Music became a new hobby for him, other than being an art boy. Music and sketching was the only thing that can keep his mind of the past nowdays. Officially a junior, Jared is waiting for a fresh start and some new life changing memores to fufill is life.
The Family? Mother died when he was young. Has no idea who his father is. Lives with band mates (his only family), account of nobody else in his rather small family wants him.
The Pets? A black + white siberian husky named, Eskimo.
Just A Few More Things
The Sample RP?After a concert Running his fingers through his shaggy locks, Jared sauntered into living room. Stopping dead in his tracks, the scent of fruity perfumes swam around him. girls. As usual, the guys always brought ladies home from concerts. They were sprawled out on the couch with the guys and couple were taking over his recliner chair. He was in a shitty mood and the last thing he wanted at the moment were a bunch of girls lounging around his condo. 'What do they think this is a strip club?' Grunting, the art boy walked right past them and towards his room.
"Hey! Where ya goin buddy?" Called out JR.
"My room." Jared mumbled.
"Don't ya wanna meet the ladies? What'd ya say?"
"Fuck off!" Snarled Jared, slamming the door.
JR knew that Jared hated meeting new people, let alone girls. Jared wacked the lamp off his nightstand, startling Eskimo his beloved husky. "I'm sorry boy.." His vioce trailed off, grazing a hand over Eskimo's fluffiness. The husky whimpered and licked Jared's hand. The shaggy haired boy sprawled out on his bed, with a lazy sigh. "2:07 AM... That's just peachy." He had a busy night, crowd surfing, struggling not to drop the microphone, watching the mosh pitters get crazy and drunk off their asses, all at the sametime getting loose but trying to stay on focus. It wasn't easy. It made him wonder how his friend's did it. Although they were always drunk and getting laid after concerts, they seemed to handle it all pretty well. Almost everytime he was evre offered a drink, he'd reject it with a brief reply, "Sorry, but I actually wanna remember what I do tonight.", knowing that he would most likely want more and more of the tangy taste of alchohol. Watching his friends drink and have one night stands wasn't exactly a pretty sight, but there was a pang of jealousy there. Thoughts such as, 'I hope he gets that chick pregant' were evil things to think, but it's hard not to think that every now and then.
There was a knock on his bedroom door. "Who is it?" He growled. He shot almost immediatley, as a gorgeous blonde girl stepped into his room.
"Who are you?" He snarled.
"I'm your sister."
