Post by Pate Adams on Jan 15, 2007 18:07:49 GMT -5
BASICS;;
Full Name; Pate Sean Adams
Age; 19
Hometown; Chicago, Illinois
Parents; Jane, mom, Derek, dad
Siblings; 0
Home Dwelling; Towers Apartment Complex
Education; highschool grad
Employment; Unemployed for now [just plays gigs around town]
PHYSICAL;; ;; Be very detailed!
Figure;
He stands about 6'2" and is an average build. He has muscles, but not like WHOA BUFF!.. no, average. He weighs around 147lbs. He seems small with a big in your face attitude.
Clothing Style;
He wears things that most punk guys do. Slimmed jeans, ripped jeans, skinny jeans, etc. And band shirts, black tees, polos, button ups, etc on that too. He wears dress boots and converses, vans and etnies, all that jazz.
Hair;
His hair is mediumish, brown, with layers. Oh yes, layers for a guy.. woo. Sometimes he will color it blonde or leave it brown, whichever he feels is appropriate.
Eyes;
His eyes are brown, outgoing, and are solid. Nothing mysterious about them, no long john shotout eyes. They are just his own, and his way.
Lips;
He has the average kind of lips. The good kind to kiss I guess you would put it. Just the right size. [sry not good with describing.. lips]
Piercings;
He has his nose pierced on the right side, where a loop recides. Never a stud, just a tight loop that runs the rim of his nose so it doesnt stick out.
Flaws;
uh.. hes adam lazzara... hm.. thatsa hard one for me. teehee
Tattoos;
He has barbedwire around his forearm on the left side. And a star on his back but for now.. thats it.
PERSONALITY;;
Personality;
he is very loud, outgoing, and its obvious just when you see him on the streets or on the stage performing. He has a way with words and knows how to make anybody laugh but knows when to be serious. It aggravates him to interface people that try to fit in with him, or hyporcrites. Even though he may not show it, he is actually smart, a good graded student in school to prove it. He is just the type to flirt and have fun. He would rather be joking around and messing around like a 12 year old rather than being serious and acting his age.
Mental Illnesses/Disorders;
hes wildddddd?
INTERESTS;;
Likes;
alternative music
performing his music
listening to music
girls
his friends
Dislikes;
his parents
being too serious
beign quiet
Hobbies;
singing in his band
making music
flirting?
partying
NOW THE GOOD STUFF;;
Character History; Born and raised in Chicago, the windy city of the US. Being the only child would be what you would consider.... lucky? Uh.. no, not really in his case. His dad was some big guy in business and his mom was a teacher. Woo for Pate.
When his parents werent working or doing things that evolved around work, they would be having theyre own fun. Meaning drinking martinis and being the stuck-up type of family he truly wasnt into. Of course, having the money to do things helped a bunch, but being to himself so much came with a plus of independence. And being so independent, he grew from his parents. Becoming stuck with music and his few real friends. Well, atleast when you have parents such as his, you could really do as you wish without having somebody on your back all the time.
After he finally grew to be a senior in highschool, he was full out music-obsessed. He listened to it nonstop, and being the loud and uncaring guy he was always drew the girls to him which was more of a catch for him, what the luck? Right.. ? When he was finally old enough to move out, it had seemed his parents had finally noticed him among theyre jobs. Well really, his mom was ready to retire and his dad had his own business that was running good enough for him to have a low attention span for it. When he asked for the money to move, of course, they gave it to him. He took it and fled from Illinois all the way to California in hopes of his band even though he was aware of all the flaws of Hollywood..
Sample Post; . INTERMEDIATE!
Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me I've got a plan
When the lights go off you will understand
Walking throughout the mall, silenced. iPod earphones jammed in his ears with the overwhelming sound of a song he had recently caught on to. He swayed his head back and forth just barely abled to be seen. His deep and solid eyes fought with the bright lights and windows in the ceiling and whatnot of the mall, by himself, which was actually unusual. But what can you expect from a guy who is new to town? Riiight.
He was wearing just some plain blue jeans and of course some vans, just black ones, along with a Chiodos band shrit and his hair hiw it was supposed to be- perfect, or else he figured it was anyway. Tell him otherwise; that would be a bad move on your part because he would laugh at you and then make fun of your hair. Can you say possesive? Oh dear, I can. Finding nowhere good so far, he carried himself slowly, he was in no sweep of hurry yet.. as far as he knew or actually really cared. He was in high hopes of spotting somebody to speak to, or a girl his "label" because so far, he has only seen stuck up plastics- ew.
Now not to be stereotypical, okay.. we are being stereotypical, but the girls who are frilly can be funny but they annoy him to full extent. It was just amazing how somebody can be such a dipstick. It irked him to see people like that, people that seemed so fake and like a barbie doll who only says things that the others want to hear. He on the other hand, obviously was the type to speak his mind, and didnt care if it was what the other wanted to listen to or not. Because if he was the one to do that, he could be classed as a pushover, and he was far from ever being one of those.
Spotting PacSun, he stepped in and nodded a actually quiet greeting to the clerk that greeted him with a hello and a welcome. Right now, he was being quiet which was amazing, it still surprised himself. He looked around in silence, listening to his music continuously in his ears and just scanned through the racks of clothes and found shoes. He walked over with interest and made way to some he found that he might buy, looking at them then at others he still woudnt know...
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Full Name; Pate Sean Adams
Age; 19
Hometown; Chicago, Illinois
Parents; Jane, mom, Derek, dad
Siblings; 0
Home Dwelling; Towers Apartment Complex
Education; highschool grad
Employment; Unemployed for now [just plays gigs around town]
PHYSICAL;; ;; Be very detailed!
Figure;
He stands about 6'2" and is an average build. He has muscles, but not like WHOA BUFF!.. no, average. He weighs around 147lbs. He seems small with a big in your face attitude.
Clothing Style;
He wears things that most punk guys do. Slimmed jeans, ripped jeans, skinny jeans, etc. And band shirts, black tees, polos, button ups, etc on that too. He wears dress boots and converses, vans and etnies, all that jazz.
Hair;
His hair is mediumish, brown, with layers. Oh yes, layers for a guy.. woo. Sometimes he will color it blonde or leave it brown, whichever he feels is appropriate.
Eyes;
His eyes are brown, outgoing, and are solid. Nothing mysterious about them, no long john shotout eyes. They are just his own, and his way.
Lips;
He has the average kind of lips. The good kind to kiss I guess you would put it. Just the right size. [sry not good with describing.. lips]
Piercings;
He has his nose pierced on the right side, where a loop recides. Never a stud, just a tight loop that runs the rim of his nose so it doesnt stick out.
Flaws;
uh.. hes adam lazzara... hm.. thatsa hard one for me. teehee
Tattoos;
He has barbedwire around his forearm on the left side. And a star on his back but for now.. thats it.
PERSONALITY;;
Personality;
he is very loud, outgoing, and its obvious just when you see him on the streets or on the stage performing. He has a way with words and knows how to make anybody laugh but knows when to be serious. It aggravates him to interface people that try to fit in with him, or hyporcrites. Even though he may not show it, he is actually smart, a good graded student in school to prove it. He is just the type to flirt and have fun. He would rather be joking around and messing around like a 12 year old rather than being serious and acting his age.
Mental Illnesses/Disorders;
hes wildddddd?
INTERESTS;;
Likes;
alternative music
performing his music
listening to music
girls
his friends
Dislikes;
his parents
being too serious
beign quiet
Hobbies;
singing in his band
making music
flirting?
partying
NOW THE GOOD STUFF;;
Character History; Born and raised in Chicago, the windy city of the US. Being the only child would be what you would consider.... lucky? Uh.. no, not really in his case. His dad was some big guy in business and his mom was a teacher. Woo for Pate.
When his parents werent working or doing things that evolved around work, they would be having theyre own fun. Meaning drinking martinis and being the stuck-up type of family he truly wasnt into. Of course, having the money to do things helped a bunch, but being to himself so much came with a plus of independence. And being so independent, he grew from his parents. Becoming stuck with music and his few real friends. Well, atleast when you have parents such as his, you could really do as you wish without having somebody on your back all the time.
After he finally grew to be a senior in highschool, he was full out music-obsessed. He listened to it nonstop, and being the loud and uncaring guy he was always drew the girls to him which was more of a catch for him, what the luck? Right.. ? When he was finally old enough to move out, it had seemed his parents had finally noticed him among theyre jobs. Well really, his mom was ready to retire and his dad had his own business that was running good enough for him to have a low attention span for it. When he asked for the money to move, of course, they gave it to him. He took it and fled from Illinois all the way to California in hopes of his band even though he was aware of all the flaws of Hollywood..
Sample Post; . INTERMEDIATE!
Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me I've got a plan
When the lights go off you will understand
Walking throughout the mall, silenced. iPod earphones jammed in his ears with the overwhelming sound of a song he had recently caught on to. He swayed his head back and forth just barely abled to be seen. His deep and solid eyes fought with the bright lights and windows in the ceiling and whatnot of the mall, by himself, which was actually unusual. But what can you expect from a guy who is new to town? Riiight.
He was wearing just some plain blue jeans and of course some vans, just black ones, along with a Chiodos band shrit and his hair hiw it was supposed to be- perfect, or else he figured it was anyway. Tell him otherwise; that would be a bad move on your part because he would laugh at you and then make fun of your hair. Can you say possesive? Oh dear, I can. Finding nowhere good so far, he carried himself slowly, he was in no sweep of hurry yet.. as far as he knew or actually really cared. He was in high hopes of spotting somebody to speak to, or a girl his "label" because so far, he has only seen stuck up plastics- ew.
Now not to be stereotypical, okay.. we are being stereotypical, but the girls who are frilly can be funny but they annoy him to full extent. It was just amazing how somebody can be such a dipstick. It irked him to see people like that, people that seemed so fake and like a barbie doll who only says things that the others want to hear. He on the other hand, obviously was the type to speak his mind, and didnt care if it was what the other wanted to listen to or not. Because if he was the one to do that, he could be classed as a pushover, and he was far from ever being one of those.
Spotting PacSun, he stepped in and nodded a actually quiet greeting to the clerk that greeted him with a hello and a welcome. Right now, he was being quiet which was amazing, it still surprised himself. He looked around in silence, listening to his music continuously in his ears and just scanned through the racks of clothes and found shoes. He walked over with interest and made way to some he found that he might buy, looking at them then at others he still woudnt know...
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
