Post by originaljo on Feb 10, 2010 14:42:49 GMT -5
BENTLEY REID LOUIS
HONEY IF YOU STAY, I'LL BE FORGIVEN
[/font][/color]THE CHARACTER[/center]
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character full nameBentley Reid Louis
nicknamesBen, Bent, Benny, Benners
age17
gradeSenior
sex male
full time student or live-in?a dorm would be cozy.
playby Matt Johnson – everything
THESE BRIGHT LIGHTS ALWAYS BLINDED ME
[/font][/color]THE LOOKS[/center]
[/color]Irish,Australian,American
heritage
height[/color] 6/4
weight[/color] 230
eyes[/color]gray-blue, piercing,normal cacuasian eye form
hair[/color] Ben’s hair is naturally straight, and a light, sandy, dirty blonde color. He tends to dye it and style it depending on how he feels. The color varies from auburn to light browns, and sometimes black considering their certain colors he can actually tell apart. It’s quite long, falling just shy of his shoulders, with side bangs that dangle in front of his ocean colored eyes. He tends too flip it constantly because it interferes with his vision. His hair is kind of shaggy; falling into small, strands and isn’t thick, yet silky feeling.
dressing style[/color] Everyone loves clothes, or at least most people. Bentley has his own unique style. He enjoys tight skinny jeans in dark colors, (despite the fact he can’t exactly tell the difference) with a belt from keeping them fall down his ass. His shirts usually have some sort of insane graphic consisting of weird skulls too heavy metal bands. Hoodies and hats are a definite accessories when it comes to Ben, its rare you’ll see him without one or the other. A chain might be wrapped around his neck, supplant for a necklace of some sort. Most would consider his style emo, punk, or skater even. But honestly too Bentley it’s his style and if you don’t like it, well, to hell with you, sweetie. For shoes he enjoys chucks, in a size twelve with mismatched socks covering his feet. His clothing choice is all pretty expensive, but the man likes to look presentable. Blame him not.
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I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING
[/font][/color]THE PERSONALITY[/center]
[/color] chocolate covered strawberries
likes
• girls
• music
• his lil' bro (aw)
• aimlessly driving
• people who aren’t shy
• guitar
• shopping
• star-gazing
• the smell of bonfire
• dying his hair
• the colors red orange blue (since their the only colors he can really see)
• hoodies
• sleep
• parties
•
dislikes[/color] bitches
• pizza
• cough medicine(that shits nasty!)
• assholes
• mornings
• tomatoe soup
• people who don’t have good personal hygiene
• sushi
• soda
• ”goodbyes”
• his father
• surprises
fears[/color]
- the dark
- rejection
- disappointment
- loosing someone
goals[/color]
- move out of his house
- do something productive in life
dirty little secret[/color] baby daddy. Ex pregnant.
overall personality[/color] ‘Don’t judge a book by its’ cover’ – This saying, in Bentley’s case is undeniably correct. Some need to give him a double take when you see the guy walking down the street. He’s…different. Many would take him for someone who’d intentionally like to cut themselves or carry scalps around in their pockets and do creepy rituals in order to summon evil spirits. Wrong! He is the most obnoxious, ever smiling, semi-normal, son of a bitch, one might ever meet. He likes making himself known to people and has this mysterious confidence to him that just makes you want to ask him “why?” Ben is loud and is almost as bad a as gossip girl, but in masculine form. When hanging out with him it can be a tad annoying and embarrassing, but you learn to love him. He’s outgoing without a doubt and is considered the guy who’ll instantly raise his hand to give the new kid a tour of the campus. Bentley’s easy to talk too and once you get him going he’ll prattle on for hours about random shit. Shy people beware of boy, because most likely the more quite you are; the more he’ll be obnoxious and won’t cease to nag you too speak. He gets along admirably well with most people and it takes a lot to annoy him. Also, he’s a little bit full of himself, but who doesn’t like’em a tad bit conceited?
He’s a shameless flirt and a ridiculous tease. He feels turned on most when girls play hard to get, and ladies you’ll have him wrapped around you’re finger when this occurs. Only if you catch on that is. When in a relationship he takes it seriously, shocking as it is, but he understands what its like to feel emotionally hurt. He could never bring himself to toy with another beings feelings like so. Cheating is a big “no-no” in his book. Bent is that boyfriend who you can come crying too and he’ll be ready to kick any ones’ ass, once you say the ‘word’ he’ll be mister macho man. Unlike most guys he’d fancy going on a shopping spree with you considering he’s probably going to buy some things for himself as well. Bentley’s caring and can be a sweet, gentlemen once you get past the obnoxious, teasing, conceited side of him. Not just only in relationships, but with family and friends all the same. Deep down, hiding beneath the caring mask, he’s sensitive. Especially when it comes to the fact he’s color blind. When Bentley was younger he had gotten teased for it because he dressed himself strangely going to school. It was something that had always destroyed his little ego, but as he got older that childhood insecurity faded in the blink of an eye.
Bent is sort of a rebel, and usually gives any authority the middle finger and swags away like nothing even happened. He’s witty and sarcastic when it comes to dealing with elders and isn’t afraid to express his own opinion on certain standards. Feelings are a whole different category. He usually keeps them bottled up inside, figuring out his problems on his own. He hates begging people for help or having someone feel sorry for him. It doesn’t do much so why even bother? Bentley finds it all to be a waste of time. Nut up or shut up, life isn’t easy, and it’s only going to get more difficult. Party animal happens to be his middle name. He’s a lousy drunk and usually gets into fights over little, moronic things that make no sense what-so-ever. For a guy he can’t really hold the liquor very well. Ben is a clean freak and germ phobic, personal hygiene is something unlike most men he likes to keep up with. He likes things in order and neat, especially if it’s his possessions.
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CAN YOU SEE MY EYES SHINING BRIGHT?
[/font][/color]THE HISTORY[/center]
[/color] Amy Lynn Louis,46, diagnosed with cancer, painter
mom
Step Mother – Veronica Louis, 27, money craving masochistic whore, college
dad[/color] Garwin William Louis,44, abusive father, Cardiac Surgeon
siblings[/color] Younger Brother - Caleb Dayton Louis,12, druggie
pets/other[/color]
A few years later Garwin proposed to Amy. She said yes in a heart beat. Once her parents received this news they disowned their daughter. They weren’t the biggest fans of Amy’s fiancé. The young woman didn’t give a damn what her parents thought about the choices she made anymore. She was an adult and perfectly capable of figuring out what was best for herself. Plus, her relationship with Garwin was going well so why not take it to the next level? They had an old fashioned wedding and it was pathetically small. It consisted of close family members and friends, neither of their parents were invited.
Two years pasted and Amy was five months pregnant. They were a happy married couple who were excited and had very little worries with Garwin having such a high paying job. They were still settled in the apartment and had no intentions on moving. Summer was coming to a close, and fall rolled right around the corner. On October 31 1992, eleven o’clock pm, the night of Halloween a handsome baby boy was birthed into this world; withering and crying. The Louis’s were proud parents and named their son, Bentley.
Bentley had a rough childhood. The arguing began around age five when Bentley was in pre-school and when they found out he was colored blind. Economy was horrible during this era and Garwin was on the brink of losing his job. Ben would wake up in the middle of the night to shouting and hearing glass like material shatter, thuds of chairs and other inanimate objects being chucked around the tiny apartment living room. The couple fought over many ridiculous things such as money, their son and his problem, even their own marriage. His parent’s conflicts became even worse when they discovered Amy was expecting another baby. At this time Bentley’s father was extremely abusive and beat his mother in front of him. A few years past and his parents finally divorced right when Bent turned fourteen. He ended up living with his mother, and he was a cautious and protective older brother. His father had moved away across the country living in California. The fact his parents no longer lived in the same threshold affected him a bit, and with problems at school and being teased made it all even worse. Yet, Bentley wasn’t the only one who had been deeply hurt about the parental issues. Caleb, his younger brother at a young age involved himself into the wrong crowd and began smoking and doing drugs. When Bentley found out, he beat his brother, and later felt disgusted with himself because of his actions which only reminded him of his father. He apologized to Caleb and they talked the family issue through, brother to brother. The drug abuse ceased, but the smoking continued for Caleb. Only three years later Bentley’s mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. She spent most of her time driving to and from the hospital and was rarely ever home, which left Bentley as the man of the house. He took his brother to school, made dinner, tidy the place up, and since no one was home had a lady friend over every once in awhile. Nine months later this only added on to his problems. Bentley had no idea how or what he was supposed to do about the fact his girlfriend was pregnant. He called her almost twice a week religiously to see how she was doing, but avoided at all costs on hanging out anymore.
Despite everything he had gone through, though Bent was fairly happy; but he covered his pain up extremely well. One day once he came home from school he received a call from the hospital. Shakily answering the phone he muttered his “hello” and was relieved to hear his mother’s voice. All color was drained out of his face at the news she had enlightened him with. His nervous mood turned into anger. Bentley needed to suppress the urge to throw the phone into the wall. He was glad his mother was doing fine, but wasn’t pleased about being told him and Caleb needed to move in with their father. It had already been established with the courts and his dad seemed ever pleased to be reunited with his boys. Then again he looked on the bright side and figured he would no longer need to deal with baby daddy dilemmas.
Bentley packed his and his brother’s belongings. He was aggravated and stressed with the fact he was leaving the dirty, pretty, city that never sleeps to go out and live in “orange country”. Within a week he found himself on an airplane heading for Santa Monica, California. The thought just made him sick, or was that just motion sickness? Either way he was at unease. Arriving at his dad’s was awkward, and Caleb was more quite than the usual. Then there was the big surprise of him having a twenty-seven year old step mother. Bentley was uncomfortable about the fact since his father was so much older than this woman. Her name was Veronica Jones (now Louis) and was still attending college. As if having a mother who was only ten years older than you wasn’t weird enough, once Bent settled in strange things started too happen. His step mom tried getting him alone most of the time in the house and told him he was attractive and only was living here to get in on his father’s money. Bentley knew telling his dad this wasn’t going to do much so he tried avoiding Veronica with every chance he could get, and with adjusting to a new school and dealing with drama at home he’s just trying to be himself and move on in his life.
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WITH WORDS I THOUGHT I'D NEVER SPEAK
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[/color]Thee Original (JO!)
name/alias
age[/color]16
gender[/color]female
experience[/color] 4+
where'd you find us?[/color]where didn’t I find you? Jk. Old member? :]
other charcters?[/color]nada
rp example[/color]
Spinning in his black leather computer chair, Bentley bounced out of his seat. Grabbing a tight fitted dark hoodie, and stomping into all black Emerica’s he stealthily snatched up his car keys and tip toed down the hallway. Sliding down the banister, he silently hopped off as he arrived at the bottom of the stairs. Glancing back up toward the direction he came, Bent swore he had heard something creak up there. Staying as still as a statue he waited there, frozen like that for a few seconds then continued on his mission of sneaking out of his house. Treading through the living room, it was pitch black, yet something caught his eye in the eerie darkness. Someone must have been snoozing on the couch, because he soon heard the calm muffled dream-like breathing. Bentley hoped too god it wasn’t his step mother, that’d just be his luck with waking that woman up. Crouching down onto his knees, he made an army crawl around the couch, stopping every now and then once the sound of cover ruffling broke the silence. Slithering to the door, he grabbed the handle twisting it silently so there wouldn’t be a loud click, and pressure of opening it. Scrambling to his feet, Bentley stepped outside, closing the door quietly behind him. His car was parked a little ways down the block, pressing the unlock/autostart button the red 1990’s car awoke. Putting the car into drive, Bentley sped down the deserted streetlamp lit road. Smiling to himself, he pressed the pedal to the metal, hitting fifty-five miles per hour, when the speed limit was only thirty.
Zooming by the beach, he made a sharp turn into the McDonald’s drive way, cars wheels screeching into the night. Finding a parking spot (which wasn’t difficult considering the place was practically vacant) Bentley cut the engine. Stepping out of the car he waltzed across the parking lot, head held high, ever confident. Swinging the glass door open, he didn’t notice Anna and Kendall sitting at the booth right away. Once he walked in the brightly lit fast food restaurant, an enormous whiff of French fries filled his nostrils. Making eye contact with the counter boy, Bentley was totally oblivious to the bugged eyed, freaked out look on the boy’s face. You couldn’t exactly blame the guy considering Bentley looked like he’d just come back from committing felonies, and decided to drop by and get a bite too eat at the same time making Mickie D’s his next target for burglary. He was covered in all black, comfortably in dark skinny jeans with a studded belt around them, an all black short sleeved under armor t-shirt, his hoodie with the hood up, and some fingerless gloves. Approaching the counter, the guy behind it stuttered as he said “Welcome too McDonald’s….m-may I t-take your order.”
Squinting his eyes, he wasn’t focused on the guy, but instead read all the different choices of meals and numbers. “Uhm,” Bentley muttered, thoughtfully, a gloved hand awkwardly in the air as his index finger was pressed against the counter as if it was some sort of command. “Yeah, can I have a large fry, Big Mac, and uhm…Caesar Salad.” Bentley watched as the guy hastily typed in the numbers and went back to get all his food. It didn’t take too long, and the frightened boy placed it all nicely on a tray for him. Bentley handed the dude a ten dollar bill, picking up his tray he whirled around toward the booth in which the girls sat. Smiling as he treaded over to them, he placed his tray gently on the table, and stood there for a moment with his hands in his hoodie pocket. “Helloooo, ladies.” He coed, putting much emphasis on his greeting. Not wasting another minute standing, Bentley slid in next to Kendall, making himself comfortable. Grinning across the table, he smiled at Anna sticking his gloved hand out across the table motioning for her to take hold of it. “I’m Bentley.” He stated the obvious with a cock of his head in her direction.
Zooming by the beach, he made a sharp turn into the McDonald’s drive way, cars wheels screeching into the night. Finding a parking spot (which wasn’t difficult considering the place was practically vacant) Bentley cut the engine. Stepping out of the car he waltzed across the parking lot, head held high, ever confident. Swinging the glass door open, he didn’t notice Anna and Kendall sitting at the booth right away. Once he walked in the brightly lit fast food restaurant, an enormous whiff of French fries filled his nostrils. Making eye contact with the counter boy, Bentley was totally oblivious to the bugged eyed, freaked out look on the boy’s face. You couldn’t exactly blame the guy considering Bentley looked like he’d just come back from committing felonies, and decided to drop by and get a bite too eat at the same time making Mickie D’s his next target for burglary. He was covered in all black, comfortably in dark skinny jeans with a studded belt around them, an all black short sleeved under armor t-shirt, his hoodie with the hood up, and some fingerless gloves. Approaching the counter, the guy behind it stuttered as he said “Welcome too McDonald’s….m-may I t-take your order.”
Squinting his eyes, he wasn’t focused on the guy, but instead read all the different choices of meals and numbers. “Uhm,” Bentley muttered, thoughtfully, a gloved hand awkwardly in the air as his index finger was pressed against the counter as if it was some sort of command. “Yeah, can I have a large fry, Big Mac, and uhm…Caesar Salad.” Bentley watched as the guy hastily typed in the numbers and went back to get all his food. It didn’t take too long, and the frightened boy placed it all nicely on a tray for him. Bentley handed the dude a ten dollar bill, picking up his tray he whirled around toward the booth in which the girls sat. Smiling as he treaded over to them, he placed his tray gently on the table, and stood there for a moment with his hands in his hoodie pocket. “Helloooo, ladies.” He coed, putting much emphasis on his greeting. Not wasting another minute standing, Bentley slid in next to Kendall, making himself comfortable. Grinning across the table, he smiled at Anna sticking his gloved hand out across the table motioning for her to take hold of it. “I’m Bentley.” He stated the obvious with a cock of his head in her direction.
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