Post by Danny Parson on Apr 6, 2009 19:26:28 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: Daniel Jackson Parson
Nicknames: Danny
Age: 18
Sexual Orientation: Straight
And I Hate My Reflection In The Mirror
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Pb Claim: Shia Labeouf
Physical Characteristics: Danny has light brown hair that is usually left messed up, and he runs his hand through many a time unconsciously. He has a little facial hair, and murky green eyes that are often filled with mischief or laughter - though both come together often. He can usually be seen wearing faded jeans and a t-shirt. Most would expect to find that farm smell about him, but he tries to avoid it at all costs, and when he does have to work on the farm, he rubs the smell off him before going out, hating it himself.
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: Sometimes helps out on the farm, when he is roped into it.
Schooling: High School Graduate
Wealth Status: Low 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:
- Can always make you smile
- Determined
- Friendly
Three Worst Personality Traits:
- Always getting into trouble
- Avoids working
- Stubborn
And All This Shit Could Fill A Novel
because life's a crazy game
because life's a crazy game
Parents: Kathrine Parson (43) & Jackson Parson (44) - Both work at the farm
Siblings: Johnny Parson (18)&Katie Parson (18) - Triplets & Elena Parson (15)
History: Daniel Parson, more commonly known as Danny, was born two minutes after his brother Johnny, and three minutes before his sister Katie, making him the middle in a line of triplets. Which may have been the reason in why he was the most unsettled of them, then again their might have been other reasons to this being, but time soon played out what would be.
From the beginning Danny was always energetic, mischief. From day one he was trying to get out of the play pen. Even with the arrival of his sister a couple of years later, Elena, he was still the hardest to keep track of. Never could he stay in one place for long, and being on a farm their were a lot of places to go. But he always wanted to get away from the farm, see what was out there.
When school arrived things didn't change. Danny was excited to go, but soon found it boring, and was trying to escape out of school boundaries. He was the kid who always got in trouble, that you could always find in detention. That was just who Danny was, he wanted to see more. When he learned about the other places in the world, he wanted to go there. Geography became the only class he listened in. He soon realized Oakwood was nothing - it was the smallest place in the world. New York, Los Angeles - he wanted to go to places like those, he wanted to explore the world.
As Danny grew older he expanded his trouble making farther then school. He was soon known around town, he'd been in trouble a few times with the police. But his eyes were set on one thing, to get out of Oakwood. So when school started to come to a close, he was sending Collage applications everywhere. But, having never done so well in school, the only class he never skipped having been Geography, they all came back a no. When school ended Danny was headed no where.
Now it's the first summer after Danny graduated, and he doesn't know where he's going when it's done. All he's got is the farm, but he's not his family, he hates it there. So what's he doing? What he usually does, goofing off, hanging out with his friends, getting into trouble. He wants to explore the world, but you need money for that, and his family doesn't have any to give him. The only way to get it would probably be to do something illegal, and he wouldn't do that - would he?
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: Ley
Rp Experience: A bit over two years & I have my own site
Where did you find us?: From your Graphic Factory site
Rp Sample:
Emma listened to the plan intently, her eyes always focused on the speaker. She never looked at him, but she could always feel Mathew beside her. She knew he had wanted to stay in the vehicle (how she knew, she could just tell, never had she been able to read people like that) but because she had left, he had. Mathew had said if she left the group he would go with her. Why? She could tell he liked her, but risk his own life like that? If she did leave, and he tried to follow her, she should stop him. But she knew she wouldn't. The question was, why?
Emma watched as the group dispersed in pairs, and the feeling of Mathew beside her increased. A feeling erupted in her stomach that she'd never felt before, and had no idea what it meant. She'd heard others describe it - but, no, that wasn't possible. She shook her head, pushing off from the wall. With a glance back at the vehicle Emma knew she wasn't going back there. She didn't want to see that guy again and remember how bad of a person she was and a good person Mathew was. A look at the other vehicle, and a remembrance at the way Dean and Autumn had looked when they disappeared into it - Emma would really rather keep the little food she had in her stomach.
Emma chanced a glance at Mather before she took a few steps foreword. She was still in the shadows, but now she could see the water. She pulled her gun out, and had it at the ready, looking left and right, making sure no infected were coming. That's when she saw that new girl again. Well, she'd have to keep her voice down low once more.
"I don't think we're going to make it across. The military guys may be coming in town today but there are still going to be plenty on duty, and they can shoot from the bridges. You saw Ryder's wound, they don't care if we aren't infected or not - they're still going to shoot. I just hope we are either far close to the other side, or haven't made it that far across when they start shooting. Either that or you better be a damn good swimmer. Better get rid of these bullet proof vests, too, they'll just sink us, and grab life jackets." Emma whispered to Mathew, starring out at the water. Some may call her a pessimistic, but she called it thinking reasonable, and planning for the worst. She'd been in enough police chases to know that they could spot you from a mile away - and she was told the military were better (or worse, if you were on Emma's side of the law).
Emma glanced once more at Mathew to see how he took her view on things. That feeling erupted in her stomach again, but she pushed it aside and ignored it. She was not that kind of girl. She was the kind who that about herself, and only herself. Who's first instinct was survival - and not the survival of others. That was not going to change because of one stupid boy. She was not going to let it.
Emma watched as the group dispersed in pairs, and the feeling of Mathew beside her increased. A feeling erupted in her stomach that she'd never felt before, and had no idea what it meant. She'd heard others describe it - but, no, that wasn't possible. She shook her head, pushing off from the wall. With a glance back at the vehicle Emma knew she wasn't going back there. She didn't want to see that guy again and remember how bad of a person she was and a good person Mathew was. A look at the other vehicle, and a remembrance at the way Dean and Autumn had looked when they disappeared into it - Emma would really rather keep the little food she had in her stomach.
Emma chanced a glance at Mather before she took a few steps foreword. She was still in the shadows, but now she could see the water. She pulled her gun out, and had it at the ready, looking left and right, making sure no infected were coming. That's when she saw that new girl again. Well, she'd have to keep her voice down low once more.
"I don't think we're going to make it across. The military guys may be coming in town today but there are still going to be plenty on duty, and they can shoot from the bridges. You saw Ryder's wound, they don't care if we aren't infected or not - they're still going to shoot. I just hope we are either far close to the other side, or haven't made it that far across when they start shooting. Either that or you better be a damn good swimmer. Better get rid of these bullet proof vests, too, they'll just sink us, and grab life jackets." Emma whispered to Mathew, starring out at the water. Some may call her a pessimistic, but she called it thinking reasonable, and planning for the worst. She'd been in enough police chases to know that they could spot you from a mile away - and she was told the military were better (or worse, if you were on Emma's side of the law).
Emma glanced once more at Mathew to see how he took her view on things. That feeling erupted in her stomach again, but she pushed it aside and ignored it. She was not that kind of girl. She was the kind who that about herself, and only herself. Who's first instinct was survival - and not the survival of others. That was not going to change because of one stupid boy. She was not going to let it.
And If You've Read The Rules
you know what goes here:
you know what goes here: