Post by byron on Sept 29, 2010 16:13:35 GMT -5
BYRON'S BEEN OUT NOW FOR 7 DAYS
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FUNNY HOW HE THOUGHT THE PRICE HAD BEEN PAID[/font][/center]
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ON A PAST HE HATES TO TALK ABOUT
[/color]IT'S EVERYTHING WRONG ABOUT HIM[/font][/center]
NICKNAMES: none.
AGE: 27
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
CANON OR ORIGINAL:Original[/color][/font]
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HE GOES HOME TO A BATTLEFIELD
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HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5’9 and 156lbs
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
It is first his eyes that catch you off guard. The odd gray is captivating and can turn a light blue color in the right lighting. While standing no taller then 5’9 his body is something to check out next. Skin tanned to perfection and as smooth as any ‘manly’ guy will have. You can tell he is in the sun almost all the time and as for his build. He won’t admit to it but for not working out all the time he is built like a beast.
Stubble lightly lines his chin more times then not and of course his hair; hair that grows just as fast as his bread but is cut more often, normally its as short as he can get it but sometimes if you catch him before he cuts it, one can run their hands over when given the chance to feel how soft it is.
His clothing choice is nothing out of the ordinary; white muscle shirt with and jeans on a warm day, shirtless with jeans on a hot day and winter outfit depending on his mood for chilly days. No matter what he decides to actually put on it always seems to look good but what he wears depends on the weather outside. Accessory wise, Byron loves wear anything silver in color, white gold is a favorite. He has a tongue piercing, as well as a few in his ears.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: his smile[/color][/font]
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FOR THE ANGER INSTILLED IN HIM
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DISLIKES: Gold diggers, controlling and all knowing people and dogs.
STRENGTHS: Riding, smooth talking
WEAKNESSES: a pretty face, cold weather.
HABITS/QUIRKS: You will often find him awake at odd hours of the night cooking.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
There are few things about Byron that many people don’t understand. This normally happy go lucky and out spoken man is always ready to acknowledge someone with a smile. Or at least people he doesn’t think would ruin the moment. But he’s not the kind of person who goes out of his way to get attention. He enjoys keeping his distance from most people but does welcome the company of those brave enough to walk up to him.
Few people don’t realize however, that this outspoken and caring man is just a mask. Hidden underneath the entire happy go lucky attitude is actually a very aggressive and serious person, one who will not take losing very lightly. None ever get to witness this side of him normally because he doesn’t let down his guard.
He doesn’t like growing emotionally attached to people, so if he feels someone ‘enjoys’ his company he often pushes them away. He is an overall confidant, egotistic; jackass who doesn’t let anyone wins.
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HE'S ASKING A QUESTION HOW WILL I BE
[/color]WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO THE END AND MEMORIES STILL HAUNT ME[/font][/center]
SIBLINGS: Jasper Swift, 29, Doctor
OTHER FAMILY: Lots.
PETS:
OVERALL HISTORY: Childhood. A memory everyone enjoys looking back on everyone but Byron. Why, because his childhood was every uneventful. There was no beatings, no splitting of his parents and he wasn’t adopted. Life was just like any normal boy should have. Being the youngest, second son in the family, being noticed was sometimes a little hard. But lets start at the beginning.
Money was hard to come by for his parents
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HOW CAN HE HAVE FORGIVENESS THAT FLOWS
[/color]WHEN NO ONE FORGIVES ME YET IT'S JESUS THEY KNOW[/font][/center]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The man sat at his office desk, blankly staring at a headphone set he’d placed there only moments ago. He leaned into his hand, rubbing his chin as he did so. His partner in crime wasn’t picking up his phone, so obviously he was either working or on a break. His hazel eyes glanced towards the clock above the door. Work? Why would Baxter be working? Obviously he wasn’t picking up because he was on a break.
Jasper sat quietly in contemplation, before turning to the air conditioner and turning it to high. Much to his distaste a large dust ball caught up in the vents shot out of the machine and exploded in Jasper’s face. He paused for a moment glaring at the medium sized piece of cooling junk. A mild allergy to dust caused Jasper to push back his chair after a sneeze and roll directly into his desk. There was another pause as he could sense his computer rocking back and forth. Unfortunately the slow rocking was soon followed by a deafening crash. Without one glance over Jasper knew exactly, that it would be a while if ever that he used that computer again.
Moving around his desk, to look at the damage that had been done to his computer; the male let out a small whimper. It laid in pieces across his floor, so rather then actually checking on it he simply thought the worst of it. All his work was done for, all those late nights, the hours spent taking blood samples. So with another grumble and a small sneeze, the doctor turned towards the door. He slowly rolled his way towards the elevator.
Pushing the button to open the door. As he made his way inside, a woman, most likely his new secretary began to run towards him. She waved her hands and began to yell, but before he could he hear what she had to say the door shut. With a shrug he pushed the pad button to move to the next floor. The machine began to move slowly upwards, but about half way up it began to make a weird sound. His eyes narrowed at the numbers “Don’t even thi-“ before he could finish threatening it, the elevator stopped.
The power turned off and a deep yell could be heard outside it. He pushed back against the metal. Cussing and freaking out, the male took in a deep breath. Carefully he moved to the phone and slowly placed it to his ear. As the emergency guy picked up, Jasper began to laugh. The men on the other line franticly tried to explain how they were doing a kind of maintenance on damn thing. And with another laugh, Jasper screamed at them. “Why the hell wasn’t there someone there!? Someone other then my stupid secretary! You are all so fired! Get me out of this damn shit hole!” He continued on for a good half hour.
It was about an hour or so until they got the thing running again. When they finally opened the door, they found inside a not too happy man. His finger was harshly tapping his handle bar and the expression they said was something they never wanted to witness again. Finally out of the elevator and the annoying idiots of a maintenance crew fired, he returned to his quest.
As he made his way towards the break room, he couldn’t help but listen in on a conversation Baxter was having with someone. “I will see you in my office in 10 minutes to explain and show you, your new job.” He froze as the older male finished speaking and opened the door. He gave Baxter a blank stare, trying to figure out if what he had just heard was suppose to be dirty or not. With his brow raised, he rolled his was to the door. Awaiting his partner to hold the door open for him.
Jasper sat quietly in contemplation, before turning to the air conditioner and turning it to high. Much to his distaste a large dust ball caught up in the vents shot out of the machine and exploded in Jasper’s face. He paused for a moment glaring at the medium sized piece of cooling junk. A mild allergy to dust caused Jasper to push back his chair after a sneeze and roll directly into his desk. There was another pause as he could sense his computer rocking back and forth. Unfortunately the slow rocking was soon followed by a deafening crash. Without one glance over Jasper knew exactly, that it would be a while if ever that he used that computer again.
Moving around his desk, to look at the damage that had been done to his computer; the male let out a small whimper. It laid in pieces across his floor, so rather then actually checking on it he simply thought the worst of it. All his work was done for, all those late nights, the hours spent taking blood samples. So with another grumble and a small sneeze, the doctor turned towards the door. He slowly rolled his way towards the elevator.
Pushing the button to open the door. As he made his way inside, a woman, most likely his new secretary began to run towards him. She waved her hands and began to yell, but before he could he hear what she had to say the door shut. With a shrug he pushed the pad button to move to the next floor. The machine began to move slowly upwards, but about half way up it began to make a weird sound. His eyes narrowed at the numbers “Don’t even thi-“ before he could finish threatening it, the elevator stopped.
The power turned off and a deep yell could be heard outside it. He pushed back against the metal. Cussing and freaking out, the male took in a deep breath. Carefully he moved to the phone and slowly placed it to his ear. As the emergency guy picked up, Jasper began to laugh. The men on the other line franticly tried to explain how they were doing a kind of maintenance on damn thing. And with another laugh, Jasper screamed at them. “Why the hell wasn’t there someone there!? Someone other then my stupid secretary! You are all so fired! Get me out of this damn shit hole!” He continued on for a good half hour.
It was about an hour or so until they got the thing running again. When they finally opened the door, they found inside a not too happy man. His finger was harshly tapping his handle bar and the expression they said was something they never wanted to witness again. Finally out of the elevator and the annoying idiots of a maintenance crew fired, he returned to his quest.
As he made his way towards the break room, he couldn’t help but listen in on a conversation Baxter was having with someone. “I will see you in my office in 10 minutes to explain and show you, your new job.” He froze as the older male finished speaking and opened the door. He gave Baxter a blank stare, trying to figure out if what he had just heard was suppose to be dirty or not. With his brow raised, he rolled his was to the door. Awaiting his partner to hold the door open for him.
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I LOSE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ME
[/color]IN THIS FAMILY THAT WON'T SEE[/font][/center]
This app was made by JESS. Lyrics by Tyler Hilton and Jon Mclaughlin.
