Post by Blake Scott on Jan 14, 2008 22:40:58 GMT -5
Name: Blake James Scott
Age: 22
Band Member? Techie? Fan?: Your Fatal Mistake
Name of Band & Position: Drummer
Personality: [2+ paragraphs, please.]
If you put him in a room with 50 strangers, he'd probably have made friends with half of them before an hour was up. Blake is just naturally friendly and he trusts people way too much. This can also be his downfall, because it means he can be more likely to get hurt or heartbroken. Blake can't help but wear his heart on his sleeve. He tries to act all tough, except it isn't always believable. But he's very outgoing and talkative; basically, Blake is crazy. He always does the wackiest things and says the craziest things. Rarely anyone takes him very serious because rarely is he ever serious.
Blake doesn't really have a quiet side to him. Though he's not always loud, he doesn't like to brood on much of anything. That's basically a waste of time when you could be doing something fun and adventurous. If anything, he's quite the spontaneous one. He's what you might call a hopeless romantic. This, of course, doesn't exactly work for him since he's a homosexual. Yes ladies and gentlemen, Blake Scott is gay, but a closeted one at that.
Appearance: [Picture or 2+ paragraphs, please.]
Blake stands at 5'10" with an average build to him. He isn't lanky but isn't decked out in muscles; he probably has defined abs, but that's it. He is healthy due to him being pretty active. Blake has short, light brown hair that is swept over his bangs and hangs in his face. He's pretty proud of his hair; it's his best feature, according to him. Onto his eyes, they are brown as well. His eyesight is pretty bad, so he has contacts. But when not in the public eye, Blake is always seen wearing glasses. Blake also has a lip ring, but no tattoos.
His style is sort of a grunge-ish look to him. He likes wearing dark denim, tight jeans and a polo or tight shirt. Over a tee, he'll wear a hoodie, usually a woman's hoodie/coat. His style is pretty unique to most others, but that's why he dresses the way he dresses.
Hobbies:
drumming
photography
running
reading
surfing
swimming
Likes:
guys
music
action-adventure movies
hanging with friends
fans
performing
partying
chocolate
chinese food
Dislikes:
posers
homophobes
hangovers
drugs
getting hurt/hurting other people
rap/hokey country music
Sample Role Play:
Age: 22
Band Member? Techie? Fan?: Your Fatal Mistake
Name of Band & Position: Drummer
Personality: [2+ paragraphs, please.]
If you put him in a room with 50 strangers, he'd probably have made friends with half of them before an hour was up. Blake is just naturally friendly and he trusts people way too much. This can also be his downfall, because it means he can be more likely to get hurt or heartbroken. Blake can't help but wear his heart on his sleeve. He tries to act all tough, except it isn't always believable. But he's very outgoing and talkative; basically, Blake is crazy. He always does the wackiest things and says the craziest things. Rarely anyone takes him very serious because rarely is he ever serious.
Blake doesn't really have a quiet side to him. Though he's not always loud, he doesn't like to brood on much of anything. That's basically a waste of time when you could be doing something fun and adventurous. If anything, he's quite the spontaneous one. He's what you might call a hopeless romantic. This, of course, doesn't exactly work for him since he's a homosexual. Yes ladies and gentlemen, Blake Scott is gay, but a closeted one at that.
Appearance: [Picture or 2+ paragraphs, please.]
Blake stands at 5'10" with an average build to him. He isn't lanky but isn't decked out in muscles; he probably has defined abs, but that's it. He is healthy due to him being pretty active. Blake has short, light brown hair that is swept over his bangs and hangs in his face. He's pretty proud of his hair; it's his best feature, according to him. Onto his eyes, they are brown as well. His eyesight is pretty bad, so he has contacts. But when not in the public eye, Blake is always seen wearing glasses. Blake also has a lip ring, but no tattoos.
His style is sort of a grunge-ish look to him. He likes wearing dark denim, tight jeans and a polo or tight shirt. Over a tee, he'll wear a hoodie, usually a woman's hoodie/coat. His style is pretty unique to most others, but that's why he dresses the way he dresses.
Hobbies:
drumming
photography
running
reading
surfing
swimming
Likes:
guys
music
action-adventure movies
hanging with friends
fans
performing
partying
chocolate
chinese food
Dislikes:
posers
homophobes
hangovers
drugs
getting hurt/hurting other people
rap/hokey country music
Sample Role Play:
Tyler pretended to be hurt when she said she wouldn't tell him about it. He pouted and put on his best puppy dog face. Tyler knew from past experiences that he was much more open than she. So, he didn't press any questions or tease her at all about Aaron. Though, there was still that nagging urge to crack a few jokes about him and Kaya. He just kept his mouth shut simply for the sake of his own well-being, because he knew he wouldn't get the chance to make these pancakes.
Tyler grinned, glad she wouldn't hold him personally responsible. The pancakes won't be up to speed with the experts due to her bad skills and my being clueless. He chuckled, getting out the last of the utensils. "I think we should make breakfast for everyone else; they should be getting up soon." That, of course, might put more pressure since he knew Bradley, especially, wasn't afraid to speak his mind when it came to food. "Though, we might want to make ourselves pancakes first to test if it's good or not."
He laughed when she said he needed to work on his moves to seduce Brittany. Tyler wasn't much of a dancer, so seducing Britt that way would more than likely backfire and end up in her laughing at him. Then again, that's usually what happened, but he didn't mind being laughed at or with. It just went to show how broad his sense of humor was. "Oh, come on, you can dance! You're just too afraid to pop, lock, and drop it in front of me." He waggled an eyebrow, grinning wide. It was such an odd image in his mind seeing Kaya trying to get down and dirty on the dance floor. In all honesty, he couldn't exactly see it, so he waved the thought away and focused on what was on hand here: pancakes. 
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