Post by blahblahfoggg on Nov 19, 2009 11:39:26 GMT
Logan Matthew Byrde
CODY LINLEY
Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate
CODY LINLEY
Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate
THE REAL PERSON
Name: Do I really need to fill this out again?
Age: how old are you? optional.
Gender: male or female
How Many Characters?: how many characters do you have or how many are you planning to have
Where Did You Find Us?: how did you find us?
Activity Level: how much out of 5? ?/5
JUST THE BASICS
Name: Logan Matthew Byrde
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Birthday: 8/7/1995
Birthplace: San Francisco, California. (WE NEED SOME AMERICANS! TOO MANY ENGLISH PEOPLE!!)
Class/Year: Freshman
Sexuality: straight
BEAUTIFUL AND INDIVIDUAL
Hair: Blonde, Long for a guy, wavy at the tips.
Eyes: "Happy Eyes", blue.
Body: Compact muscule.
Hight 5' 6"
Weight 150 lbs
Extras Nuu
INSIDE AND OUT
Likes: Drawing, Writing, Sculpting, Soccer, His.. Blondeness.
Dislikes: Snobby people, people calling him a dumb blonde, stupid people, most burnettes, People calling soccer football, or calling him a goalie, not a goalkeeper.
Flaws: Just over way too peppy, Loves OLDOLD songs, Sort of Geeky.
Strengths: Singing, Drawing, Soccer.
Weaknesses: Playing Forward, Finger-painting, Not swearing when people annoy him of he falls.
Personality Overall: Logan is blonde and PROUD! He's the peppiest guy you'll ever meet, and he's great at soccer. He dreams of one day going to England to play soccer, or going to the Olympics, even though he hates it when people call soccer football. He is somewhat geeky for a jock, but he can get along with almost anyone. He belives in Animal Rights and gay marrage, even though he is not gay or even bisexual. He is a rebel with a cause!
Logan hates surfing and would much rather play a game of soccer on the beach then swim, even though he is from a place with the best beaches on Earth. He's a struggling artist, and wants to be heard. Most of his art is about animal rights. Logan loves animals.
Although Logan is very peppy and hates almost nothing, he has flaws, weaknesses, and dislikes. He hates it when people call him a dumb blonde or test his pateince. He hates stupid people and people that are overly snobby or braggy. He doesn't like burnettes, but can tolerate some.
DREAMS AND MEMORIES
Best Dream Winning the Olympics with USA.
Worst Dream Breaking his leg and never being able to play soccer again.
Best Memory First win.
Worst Memory First loss.
MY ONLY FAMILY
Mother: Kae Byrde, Drama teacher, 32.
Father: Unkown.
Siblings: If any, Unknown.
Pets: Peter, dog, Lab, 3.
Other: Nope.
THE IMPORTANT STUFF
Clique: Jocks
Status: Rebel
Roleplaying Example:
Jay was tired and upset and rather aching, but he had to ride today. There was a race comeing up and he had to beat Sabrina. He had to beat Keith. He had to beat every other racer on the track. He wouldn't settle for second. It just wouldn't cut it. He pulled on his jockey pants, then his under armor, his black boots that were formed to his leg, and finnaly, he pulled his riding jacket over his head. He buttoned up the neck part of it... It was the worst part of his gear. The ruddy thing strangled him almost always when he put it on. He picked up his gloves and his helmet and his riding glasses, along with his whip. He hated using it on Rythm, but really it was the only way to win. His father had told him no matter how good Rythm and Jazz were, they weren't good enough to win on skill or speed alone. And that was why he had to use the whip.
He threw his helmet, gloves, and goggles into the back of his car. He didn't have a car like most jocks would have. He didn't have a large truck or even a small truck. His car was a sharp blue fire-bird, with twin roaders and whatever it was in the back that looked so very posh. He loved his car. He had had it for years, and even though things were starting to fail on him he wasn't going to get rid of it until he had to.
He got to the track, ready to do some sirious training. There was a very important race and he had to win. And if he did win, his father was going to get him a new horse. He loved Rythm, but it was very possable that his horse could get hurt in a race and not be able to race again. He bent over to get into the back seat, the only thing wrong with his car was it only had two doors. Stupid Ruddy thing! he thought as the seat flew back and hit him in the side. He got all of his gear out of the car, put on the helmet, then the gloves, and carryed the goggles. He didn't want to put them on too soon. They were blurry and all he needed was to fall on his wreched knee again.
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