Post by aaron on Feb 3, 2010 22:00:23 GMT -5
AARON JACOB DAVIS
HONEY IF YOU STAY, I'LL BE FORGIVEN
[/font][/color]THE CHARACTER[/center]
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character full name Aaron Jacob Davis
nicknames Jake
age 16
grade Tenth
sex Male
full time student or live-in? Live in
playby Kellan lutz
THESE BRIGHT LIGHTS ALWAYS BLINDED ME
[/font][/color]THE LOOKS[/center]
[/color] Polish, and a mixture of other things.
heritage
height[/color] 6'1
weight[/color] 189lbs
eyes[/color] Gray, kind of square
hair[/color] Light brown and short
dressing style[/color] Aaron's attire varies from his pjs, to wearing his football uniform to school. He wears whatever isn't to tight and binding, or too loose and unfitting.
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I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING
[/font][/color]THE PERSONALITY[/center]
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likes
+ Pasta
+ Football
+ Annabelle
+ Partying
+ Video Games
+ Annabelle
+ Going to the beach
+ Horror movies
+ Did I mention Annabelle?
dislikes[/color]
+ When people talk shit about him
+ Not being listened to
+ Cats
+ Prissy girls
+ Difficult situations
+ Difficult people
fears[/color]
+ Annabelle dating some other guy
+ Dying
goals[/color]
+ Getting out of high school
dirty little secret[/color]
+ Slept with a guy...though he thought it was a girl.
overall personality[/color]
Good Side:
Aaron, is one of the sweetest guys you'll ever meet. He loves hanging with girls and guys around his age and gives lovely advice to them whenever they need it. No one really knows about his personal life, or anything like that...
Ugly Side:
Aaron Davis is probably one of the oddest, or craziest men anyone could ever know. Hes obsessive over his girlfriends, when he has them, and doesn't ever want to see them looking at another guy, talking to another guy, or smelling another guy. She can barely hang with her friends, and when she does, he has to be along with them. He doesn't trust, anyone, and sometimes even abuses his girlfriends. When he does hit them, he says he doesn't mean to do it, and that its her fault for getting him so pissed off. He has so much anger, and so many issues bottled up inside of him that he just lets out whenever getting into fights. Hes one of those guys that are over-the-limit strong that doesn't know his own strength.
When yew piss him off, theres no going back, and he wont shut up, unless he pushes you into the wall, or hits ya. :[
Steretypical: This guy is just a stoner football player.
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CAN YOU SEE MY EYES SHINING BRIGHT?
[/font][/color]THE HISTORY[/center]
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mom
Asheleigh Anne Davis, 50
dad[/color]
Nate Tiger Davis, 46
siblings[/color] None at the moment
pets/other[/color] Doberman Pinscher, Tyra, age 2
the secret life[/color]
Born on April 17th, 1993, was none other than Aaron Jacob Davis. His mom and dad always fought with one another, physically and verbally. He was always a strange kid, never really hung around everyone else, never talked, always kept to himself/talked to himself. Around 6th grade, was about the time his troubling times came to the world. He started getting into all kinds of brawls and fights, and starting fights with every guy who had an issue with. He'd hurt the ones he fought, pretty badly, and with purpose too.
He just enjoyed it too much.
Around his 8th grade year, he'd been suspended more than the administration could keep up with. He got expelled, and had to repeat that year due to missing so many days. During his 2nd round of 8th grade, he'd started hanging with the older high school kids, and getting into all of the bad things such as drug dealing, and sex.
Freshman year, he was pretty cool, not getting into much trouble at all. Although there was one incident where he 'accidently' shoved his girlfriend into the lockers, though, he kind of got away with that. This was actually also around the time he'd met Annabelle. Annabelle, was this chick, with an awesome personality and stature.
Although, they'd broken up because of an incident where he noticed some guy flirting with Annabelle or something like that. Seeing this kind of pissed him off, above normal limits, and he started beating the shit out of the guy.
Luckily, this was outside of school.
Well, after Annabelle broke up with him, he felt drawn to her for some reason. It was like he HAD to be near her at all times, making sure she wasn't talking to another guy, or going out with anyone else.
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WITH WORDS I THOUGHT I'D NEVER SPEAK
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[/color] Rogue
name/alias
age[/color] 15
gender[/color] Female
experience[/color] 3
where'd you find us?[/color] I was on the old Happened. Allie redirecteded me. x]
other charcters?[/color] None yet.
rp example[/color]
{This, is a different version of Aaron. x]}
It had been quite some time since Aaron went to a party, a year or so, due to his incarceration from a drug transfer. He didn't have much probation time, only about 6 months more to go and then he'd be off the hook. At the moment he was staring at himself in the mirror, without a shirt on, tracing every epic design on his chest. The words songs of victory were printed in a bold black font across his chest. He halfheartedly wished he hadn't gotten that, since it covered up some of the rose petal designs. Shrugging this thought off, he reached for the denim shirt laying across the bed of the small apartment complex he lived in, and pulled it on. He also grabbed his shades which were sitting on the nearby night stand, and put those on too.
He was headed to the club by the name of "Lost Hope!" to mingle a little and maybe make a few new girl-friends. It wasn't much of a long walk before he reached the large building, in fact the building was only a mile off from where he stayed. He used his hands to mess up his hair a bit, and looked up to see the ratio of the line. Instead of going to the back of it, he walked directly over to the bouncer and whispered something into his ear.
"You still haven't paid off those dues...Let me in" He whispered with a lick of the other guy's ear. He other guy, just stared at him like he was insane before letting him pass. Yes, Aaron was a bit of a freak sometimes but it was just in his nature.
His eyes trailed the club, searching for the bar he'd seen so many times before. Spotting it in a different section that it was the last time he'd been there, he brushed his way past the large crowd of dancing bodies and ordered a shot of green liquid. Once that was set firmly in his hand, he turned his eyes back to the crowd, searching for some being to target for the night.
It had been quite some time since Aaron went to a party, a year or so, due to his incarceration from a drug transfer. He didn't have much probation time, only about 6 months more to go and then he'd be off the hook. At the moment he was staring at himself in the mirror, without a shirt on, tracing every epic design on his chest. The words songs of victory were printed in a bold black font across his chest. He halfheartedly wished he hadn't gotten that, since it covered up some of the rose petal designs. Shrugging this thought off, he reached for the denim shirt laying across the bed of the small apartment complex he lived in, and pulled it on. He also grabbed his shades which were sitting on the nearby night stand, and put those on too.
He was headed to the club by the name of "Lost Hope!" to mingle a little and maybe make a few new girl-friends. It wasn't much of a long walk before he reached the large building, in fact the building was only a mile off from where he stayed. He used his hands to mess up his hair a bit, and looked up to see the ratio of the line. Instead of going to the back of it, he walked directly over to the bouncer and whispered something into his ear.
"You still haven't paid off those dues...Let me in" He whispered with a lick of the other guy's ear. He other guy, just stared at him like he was insane before letting him pass. Yes, Aaron was a bit of a freak sometimes but it was just in his nature.
His eyes trailed the club, searching for the bar he'd seen so many times before. Spotting it in a different section that it was the last time he'd been there, he brushed his way past the large crowd of dancing bodies and ordered a shot of green liquid. Once that was set firmly in his hand, he turned his eyes back to the crowd, searching for some being to target for the night.
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