Post by Leo Madison on Apr 5, 2009 17:10:12 GMT -5
And They Tell Me I'm Not Their Idea Of Normal
but this is just how i've always been
but this is just how i've always been
Name: Leonard James Madison
Nicknames: Leo
Age: 22
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
And I Hate My Reflection In The Mirror
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Pb Claim: Leonardo Dicaprio
Physical Characteristics: Usually smiling and often loops fingers through belt loops. Tan from occasional field work and lots of time outdoors.
And Money Is Supposed To Make Me Happy
so all i do is about the greenbacks
so all i do is about the greenbacks
Member Group: resident
Job Position: bartender at Mac's
Schooling: high school, 2 year college
Wealth Status: lower middle class
And I Keep Wishing On The Same Stars
but loyalty doesn't make dreams come true
but loyalty doesn't make dreams come true
Dreams:(at least 2)
Fears:(at least 2)
Secrets:(at least 1)
Likes:(at least 5)
Dislikes:(at least 5)
Three Best Personality Traits:
- Friendly
- Hard Working
- Loyal
Three Worst Personality Traits:
- Distracted
- Joking
- Stubborn
And All This Shit Could Fill A Novel
because life's a crazy game
because life's a crazy game
Parents: Carl/ 44/ farm hand. Marie/40/ english teacher
Siblings: Alice/17
History: Leo's parents married early and started up their little family as soon as they could. That's what most people do around here. And Leo grew up well along the same people for years, running around in the wheat fields and trying to get his work done. he went to a two year community college, it was always assumed he'd work on a farm down here like always and marry his high school sweetheart Sophia.
There was not exactly an abundant number of women in town or close by, and he'd never been anywhere else, he just wanted to stay here. So after continuing to date Sophia for a while, he proposed to her. Secretly though, he wonders if his first love really is his best one--not like he'd ever tell.
And I Try To Sit In The Shadows
so no one can see my true face
so no one can see my true face
Name:Em or Emma
Rp Experience: 1.5 really good year, plus really sucky on and off 3 before that
Where did you find us?: made it duh
Rp Sample:
Kyle saw Megan join the line and tried not to stare, tried to keep his face away from her, his eyes off her beautiful face---her sadness was breathtaking and he felt lost as before if not more so. He felt like a clumsy liar, and his cast felt like a weight.
He took orders and got them without looking the people in the eye, his fake smile enough to please them and watched as Megan saw him--just as he looked away. And then he bag caught, spilling her things all over the floor. He couldn't see much from behind the counter, but the next men in line picked up something and set it on the counter. "She dropped this, guess you should hold it until she comes back."
Kyle knew the photo right away and he grabbed it in his right hand and bolted out the door, leaving his apron on, not even bothering to ask anyone to cover for a moment, he knew if he called she'd never pick up. But what this proved was she didn't hate him. She had kept the picture, not torn it to shreds or burned it. but kept it in her purse.
Kyle knew her body so well she was easy to find and he dashed after her, losing his resolve as he got closer. But he had to try. "Megan." he called out, slowing his run slightly so he could breathe again. She obviously didn't want the picture back, he should have been able to take a hint. And he waited for her to run from him, to not even turn around. And almost afraid to face her, but too afraid she would leave.
He took orders and got them without looking the people in the eye, his fake smile enough to please them and watched as Megan saw him--just as he looked away. And then he bag caught, spilling her things all over the floor. He couldn't see much from behind the counter, but the next men in line picked up something and set it on the counter. "She dropped this, guess you should hold it until she comes back."
Kyle knew the photo right away and he grabbed it in his right hand and bolted out the door, leaving his apron on, not even bothering to ask anyone to cover for a moment, he knew if he called she'd never pick up. But what this proved was she didn't hate him. She had kept the picture, not torn it to shreds or burned it. but kept it in her purse.
Kyle knew her body so well she was easy to find and he dashed after her, losing his resolve as he got closer. But he had to try. "Megan." he called out, slowing his run slightly so he could breathe again. She obviously didn't want the picture back, he should have been able to take a hint. And he waited for her to run from him, to not even turn around. And almost afraid to face her, but too afraid she would leave.
And If You've Read The Rules
you know what goes here:
not telling =P go read the rules yourself
you know what goes here:
not telling =P go read the rules yourself