Post by riley on Aug 1, 2008 21:06:11 GMT -5
OOC.
What would you like us to call you?: Alex
My do the years fly by: I can't even really remember, since I was around the age of 12/13, so at least 6-7 years of role playing experience.
Character:
Name: Riley Alexander Emmet
Nicknames:* Ri-Ri
Age: Eighteen
Grade: Senior
Classes: English and Psychology
Cliques: Loner, Smoker
Preference: Girls
Name: Riley Alexander Emmet
Nicknames:* Ri-Ri
Age: Eighteen
Grade: Senior
Classes: English and Psychology
Cliques: Loner, Smoker
Preference: Girls
Outside-In
Weight: One-hundred and thirty two pounds.
Height: Five foot, eight inches closer to the sky.
Eyes: His eyes were a different story than his hair, however. He has two vast orbs that held an enthralling gray coloring to them.
Physical Structure: His body held a rather trim physique, it was always that way since he was a young boy.
Hair: Simple brown hair, there was nothing outstanding to be said bout it. For the most part, it seemed unkempt, no matter how often he tried to properly brush it.
Clothing: Nothing in particular, he wore whatever he felt comfortable and was appealing to him at the time. Though, it was known that he could go no where without wearing his chocolate colored, studded belt. It was missing half its studs, some studs were beginning to become tarnished, and the belt seemed like it was ready to fall apart.
Markings:* Two tattoos, one just below each collar bone. Both were a dove, facing in wards.
Exterior Persona: The people who stay around him see a rather quiet, somewhat aggressive individual. Seemingly rude to most, as well as blunt.
Pic:
Inside-Out
Inner Persona: What people around him saw was really the opposite of how he really acted. He felt misunderstood by those around him, because generally he was an easy-going, friendly person. He just thought people caught him at the worst times when he wanted nothing to do with anyone else. Riley was not the social butterfly that everyone else seemed to be, but he always didn't want to keep to himself. He was somewhat of a hot-head, but then again, it was all based on what else was going on when someone else was trying to talk to him.
Talents: If there was anything that this boy could do, he could write like no other. He's always had a thing for writing songs and poetry, even though he never thought he was terribly good at it. He's also a fairly great singer, the problem was just getting him to actually sing out of the shower.
Not-so Talents: Do not. Repeat. Do NOT ever ask this boy to attempt to dance, he was the most disoriented person why it came to carrying a dancing beat. He would quickly wind up tripping over his two left feet and face plant onto the dance floor.
Fears: Spiders were a big fear of his. If you wanted him to scream like a girl, then put a spider somewhere in the vicinity of him. It didn't matter the size of the spider either. Though, the bigger the spider, the quicker he'll bolt from his seat and across the area.
Loves: Music, then again, what teenager doesn't love music? Eating, sleeping, just not at the same time, obviously. That would cause some sort of issue. He enjoyed writing in his spare time, as well as wasting his time in the local arcade playing pointless games. Smoking just about any time of the day, it was a nasty habit that he tried to break a few times prior to now, but he just went right back to it.
Hates: Snow, really now, who could find enjoyment out of something that's so cold and you could get sick from? Not him. He also hated mornings, he was not a morning person in the slightest. Coffee was another thing, it was the most grotesque thing he's ever tried in his life and wound up making him sick.
Interests: Writing, reading, singing for no one but himself, smoking.
Turn ons: Piercings, tattoos, open-minded people, creative individuals.
Turn offs: Snob attitudes, spoiled rotten teenagers, complainers, whiners.
Music: He listened to everything just about. Whether it be from a mainstream alternative band to an unknown, unsigned power pop or electronica artist.
Background.
History: Once upon a time ago, okay, so only eighteen years ago, on a rainy Friday afternoon a new baby boy had been born to the world. It was September 22nd, 1989, and it was time to name their first born son. Riley Alexander Emmet.
The boy was two years old when he noticed that his mother had started to get bigger and bigger. He would constantly poke her stomach, and ask, 'why're you getting bigger Mommy?' She would respond to his question with her kind smile and tell him, 'it's your new baby brother'. Of course, he didn't understand anything at all at the age of two, but he didn't question his mother anymore.
Then, on the day of February 13th, 1991 Riley finally got to meet his new brother. Derry Adrian Emmet. A premature baby however, he needed intensive care and to stay in the hospital for much longer than Riley had needed. Finally, when Riley's little brother got to come home, he would never stop protecting him. No matter what he knew that he needed to be there for his brother.
Riley started preschool a few years later. Always the trouble maker, he found it amusing to try to cut his own hair and clothing with the safety scissors that they gave out during arts and crafts.
He passed along his days normally, through elementary school, through middle school and into high school he went. His brother however, was home schooled. Sometimes Riley wished he was that lucky, but at the same time, he was kind of glad that he went to public school instead.
Though come Riley's freshman year he started to stray away from his happy faces, and became a lot more serious, at least o the outside. He didn't seem people friendly when most approached him, but he was. He just knew how to hide it well behind a cloud of cigarette smoke.
Family:
Father: Pierce Emmet
Mother: Aideen Emmet
Brother: Derry Emmet
