Post by STILES RONAN GIBBON on Nov 10, 2012 18:11:12 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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STILES RONAN GIBBON.[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: No.
AGE: Seventeen.
D.O.B.: April twenty-third.
HOUSE: Slytherin.
ALLEGIANCE: Death Eaters.
PROFESSION: Student.
WAND TYPE: Birch, Dragon Heartstring, 13 1/2 inches.
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Azure.
HEIGHT: 6 ft.
WEIGHT: 140 lbs.
BODY TYPE: Somewhat muscular.
VOICE: Slightly deep. Definitely not high-pitched.
PERSONAL STYLE: He likes simple attire, but that doesn't mean it's not expensive. He often wears well-made fabric and demands nothings less. Stiles definitely isn't afraid to flaunt his wealth to the public. However, pn several occasions, you'll usually catch him wearing his school uniform.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: He stands tall and proud. Very arrogant-looking.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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-> Women
-> Sex
-> Alcohol
-> Partying
-> Specific drugs - particularly LSD
-> Being well-known
-> Pureblood supremacy
-> Good wine
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
-> Muggles & muggleborns, naturally
-> Chocolate
-> Nagging women
-> Ale
-> Getting wasted
-> Hangovers
-> History of Magic
-> Nature hikes
GOALS: Become the next Minister for Magic.
BOGGART: Inferi.
PATRONUS: The first time he got drunk with his friends.
DEMENTOR: Going cliff-diving, again due to his extreme intoxication.
AMORENTIA: Toothpaste, grass.
BASIC PERSONALITY: Cunning, snobbish, obnoxious, philanderer, indefinite, drunkard, sudden, mischievous, clever, and sly.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Maisie Gibbon, 38.
BROTHER(S): Acton Gibbon, 24.
SISTER(S): N/a.
OTHER: Related to other families through various marriages.
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood.
HOMETOWN: Suffolk.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Suffolk.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: Six years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: Friends.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None so far.
POP QUIZ! As many as you want but they must stay active.
RP SAMPLE:
Mollie Buchanan. The name echoed in his mind. She wasn’t the usual girl you’d meet up. Okay, he couldn’t deny she had him under her wing. That girl had the smarts and looks. She was literally almost everything he was looking for in a girl. Except he was nothing compared to Mollie Buchanan – daughter to the CEO of the Starbucks industry. Ah, that was the demise of it all. He was just a regular person compared to her, making five digits a month. Well, that pretty decent, he supposed. There was a recession going in the country anyway.
Charlie tried looking good, putting on the best thing he found lying around in his closet. He wanted to make a decent impression, not that they didn’t meet before. He ran a hand through his hair, gazing at himself through the mirror. He didn’t look too bad in blazers, Charlie supposed. He slipped his hands in his pockets and made his way out of his apartment, not forgetting to lock the door of course. Ah, paranoia at its best. They both decided to meet at the restaurant. Frankly, he sort of forgot where the restaurant was located. And he didn’t have a GPS either. Thus, this resulted in him using his shit memory.
This wasn’t a date. Was it? That was what confused him. Perhaps she mistook it for one. Or maybe he did, too. Fuck. This was all pretty puzzling for him. Was he supposed to bring her a flower or something? He re-thought about it. Maybe he should have. It would have been a nice gesture. Girls dug flowers. Alright, he’d stop by a flower store on the way there. Wait, did she have a specific liking for one flower? Charlie slipped out his cellphone and went through their past conversation. Flowers, flowers, flowers… No, he made the mistake of not asking. Whatever. He’d probably pick out something random and give it to her, hoping it was her favorite.
Charlie got into his car and drove off, glancing at street signs. Where was the closest flower shop. Ugh, this was harder than it seemed. He finally found a sign that stated ‘Anne’s Flowers: Best Flowers in Town’. Doubt it. He drove around the corner and parked his car outside the store. Charlie sauntered in, examining the array of flowers. Fuck, so many. He had an inner panic attack. He finally picked up the closest flower he could find. A tulip. Meh. Charlie swiftly paid for it. What? Five dollars for a flower? Too overpriced.
Next stop: some restaurant he couldn’t exactly remember the name of. He probably had one of the worst short-term memories. He quickly peered at the digital clock built into his car’s dashboard. Two minutes until eight. Crap. She was probably late herself. If there was something Charlie learned from past dates, it was that girls were always fashionably late – well, most of them.
Moments later, he finally reached the restaurant. That was faster than he thought. He got out of his car and searched for his date. And there she was, sitting outside. Why on earth was she sitting outside? He slowly approached her with a somewhat amiable grin on his face. “Mollie,” Charlie greeted her, before suddenly leaning in and planting a short kiss on her cheek. He then took a seat in front of her. “Why are you sitting out here? I thought I reserved two seats inside.” He regarded a waiter for a moment, before glancing at Mollie again.
Charlie tried looking good, putting on the best thing he found lying around in his closet. He wanted to make a decent impression, not that they didn’t meet before. He ran a hand through his hair, gazing at himself through the mirror. He didn’t look too bad in blazers, Charlie supposed. He slipped his hands in his pockets and made his way out of his apartment, not forgetting to lock the door of course. Ah, paranoia at its best. They both decided to meet at the restaurant. Frankly, he sort of forgot where the restaurant was located. And he didn’t have a GPS either. Thus, this resulted in him using his shit memory.
This wasn’t a date. Was it? That was what confused him. Perhaps she mistook it for one. Or maybe he did, too. Fuck. This was all pretty puzzling for him. Was he supposed to bring her a flower or something? He re-thought about it. Maybe he should have. It would have been a nice gesture. Girls dug flowers. Alright, he’d stop by a flower store on the way there. Wait, did she have a specific liking for one flower? Charlie slipped out his cellphone and went through their past conversation. Flowers, flowers, flowers… No, he made the mistake of not asking. Whatever. He’d probably pick out something random and give it to her, hoping it was her favorite.
Charlie got into his car and drove off, glancing at street signs. Where was the closest flower shop. Ugh, this was harder than it seemed. He finally found a sign that stated ‘Anne’s Flowers: Best Flowers in Town’. Doubt it. He drove around the corner and parked his car outside the store. Charlie sauntered in, examining the array of flowers. Fuck, so many. He had an inner panic attack. He finally picked up the closest flower he could find. A tulip. Meh. Charlie swiftly paid for it. What? Five dollars for a flower? Too overpriced.
Next stop: some restaurant he couldn’t exactly remember the name of. He probably had one of the worst short-term memories. He quickly peered at the digital clock built into his car’s dashboard. Two minutes until eight. Crap. She was probably late herself. If there was something Charlie learned from past dates, it was that girls were always fashionably late – well, most of them.
Moments later, he finally reached the restaurant. That was faster than he thought. He got out of his car and searched for his date. And there she was, sitting outside. Why on earth was she sitting outside? He slowly approached her with a somewhat amiable grin on his face. “Mollie,” Charlie greeted her, before suddenly leaning in and planting a short kiss on her cheek. He then took a seat in front of her. “Why are you sitting out here? I thought I reserved two seats inside.” He regarded a waiter for a moment, before glancing at Mollie again.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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