Post by chikanxs & on Dec 31, 2006 16:38:43 GMT -5
Name:
Rik Meis
Age:
18
Gender:
Maaale.
School year:
Senior
Appearance:
Likes/Dislikes:
loves music. it's his lifffe, man.
loves dancing; he tries to keep it a secret, though.
he hates the preppies. seriously. with a passion. a BURNING passion.
he also can't stand Batman.
Personality:
Maky. He is very serious, but he can surprise you at times. He hates his life (as do most darling children) and would rather stay locked up in his apartment some days. He's always wanted kids; but sometimes Rik attracts the wrong kind of girls. So he's a virgin not virgin, [ya know?].
Rik can get annoyed very quickly, and has quite a temper. A bitch of a temper. He's also a vegetarian...mostly, he just eats salads. And other fun stuff like that.
History:
Hm..Rik Meis lives in an apartment by himself. He uses feng shui to decorate (you know, blue on that wall, a subtle green on the other), but one wall is covered completely in classified ads, because that's what his dead younger sister loved to do. His mom and dad are very uncompatible, but they don't believe in divorce. Rik himself was engaged, but hey....shit happens.
Other:
-Rik was engaged at one point; but the bride-to-be ran off with his uncle Louie.
-Rik only listens to 96.5 the buzz, baby!
-Rik's younger sister, Rikky (lol), died when she was 16, and he was 17. She stumbled off the edge of a cliff on a family vacation to Arizona.
Role-play sample:
Rik Meis stood, up, stretched. Sat down again. The keys to his car were making indents on his palm, but he ignored the pricks. He just wasn't up for grave-visiting right now. Rikky couldn't be missing him, could she? Did she even have emotions, or eyes, for that matter, wherever she was?
"I want her here with me," Rik thought. He closed his eyes, and sprawled out on the bench outside his apartment building. "And you are the one, the one that is close to me...whispers 'Hello, I missed you quite terribly'..." Rik tossed that lyric around his head a few more times, then stood up, stretched.
And sat back down again.
Rik Meis
Age:
18
Gender:
Maaale.
School year:
Senior
Appearance:
Likes/Dislikes:
loves music. it's his lifffe, man.
loves dancing; he tries to keep it a secret, though.
he hates the preppies. seriously. with a passion. a BURNING passion.
he also can't stand Batman.
Personality:
Maky. He is very serious, but he can surprise you at times. He hates his life (as do most darling children) and would rather stay locked up in his apartment some days. He's always wanted kids; but sometimes Rik attracts the wrong kind of girls. So he's a virgin not virgin, [ya know?].
Rik can get annoyed very quickly, and has quite a temper. A bitch of a temper. He's also a vegetarian...mostly, he just eats salads. And other fun stuff like that.
History:
Hm..Rik Meis lives in an apartment by himself. He uses feng shui to decorate (you know, blue on that wall, a subtle green on the other), but one wall is covered completely in classified ads, because that's what his dead younger sister loved to do. His mom and dad are very uncompatible, but they don't believe in divorce. Rik himself was engaged, but hey....shit happens.
Other:
-Rik was engaged at one point; but the bride-to-be ran off with his uncle Louie.
-Rik only listens to 96.5 the buzz, baby!
-Rik's younger sister, Rikky (lol), died when she was 16, and he was 17. She stumbled off the edge of a cliff on a family vacation to Arizona.
Role-play sample:
Rik Meis stood, up, stretched. Sat down again. The keys to his car were making indents on his palm, but he ignored the pricks. He just wasn't up for grave-visiting right now. Rikky couldn't be missing him, could she? Did she even have emotions, or eyes, for that matter, wherever she was?
"I want her here with me," Rik thought. He closed his eyes, and sprawled out on the bench outside his apartment building. "And you are the one, the one that is close to me...whispers 'Hello, I missed you quite terribly'..." Rik tossed that lyric around his head a few more times, then stood up, stretched.
And sat back down again.