Post by ben on May 10, 2010 22:15:14 GMT
BENEDICTNOLANPEAKES
hello? it's me, johnny here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm 18 and i've been around this roleplay world for about 6 months. i stumbled about here thanks to ad hopping for days!
HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] January 12
full name Benedict Nolan Peakes
nicknames Just call me Ben please. I don't know how the hell my parents came up with Benedict, but I'm not a fan.
age Sixteen.
date of birth
year and house of preference Hufflepuff, sixth year. (tis what it says on zeh canon list.)
bloodline[/color] Pureblood...though, without all that mania.
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] 6'2'' even.
height
weight[/color] Approximately 175
hair colour[/color] Mousy brown...
eye colour[/color] Very dark brown.
skin tone[/color] Varies
play-by[/color] Francisco Lachowski
So, I guess we've already covered the basics. But that doesn't really tell you much about how I actually look. Just saying I have brown hair and brown eyes, I could be anything from a Marlon Brando or a regular sodder. I'd like to think I'm neither. As I stated, I'm pretty tall, and of a decently average weight, but I don't really look it. Most of that weight comes from muscle. Don't look at me like that, I know what you're thinking, but I'm not that vain. It's just true. I've always played sports, I'm kind of hyper. So my body is just toned like that. I'm not all bulgy. You can't even tell I'm ripped unless I take my shirt off so most people just think I'm a bean pole and move on with their lives. Those Hogwarts uniforms aren't exactly conducive to flaunting one's figure. (I was being sarcastic...in case you couldn't tell.) Anyway, for those of you who haven't figured out what I'm getting at yet: I'm slim. I just had a growth spurt, and I look like I've been put through a taffy puller. I tried to make it sound a little more appealing by pointing out that I'm in shape. So there. You've forced it out of me. *mutters: manipulative sod*.
I guess you'll be wanting to hear about my eyes next. Or my hair? Yea, lets do my hair first. It's brown. Always has been, but the shade and such change seasonally. It lightens up really quickly during the summer, and then fades back to dark once school is in session again and I'm out of the sun. It's kind of light...I mean like, fine? I'm a dude. I don't know what it's called when the individual hairs are thin and lightweight. But I know it means my hair usually has some volume to it. It's kind of whispy and it never stays the way I want it...which usually isn't so particular, because I really only ever want it out of my way. It can't seem to handle that task. My eyes are dark. If you shine a flash light at them you can see that they're just really dark brown, and now that I've told you that, please don't shine a flash light at my face. You normally can't see my pupil because they're so dark though. (Heh, but my pupil can see you!... no laughs? none? fine...)
Now for the vaguer part. Is that a word? Vaguer? I meant for it to mean more vague. Less clear? Anyway. I said up there that my skin tone varies. Because it does. It changes really quickly based on how much time I'm spending out side. So in the summer, when I'm outside like 24/7, or I guess like 12/7...you know, the daylight hours? Anyway, when I'm outside a lot I get really dark really fast. But once school starts, or it starts raining, or for whatever reason I have to start being inside more, I lose it just as quickly. So yea. It varies. I can get a tan from being outside for just a day. A few days later, it'll be gone.
As for the fashion? Well I like to think I look fresh all the time. But that sodding Hogwarts required attire cramps my style. I personally prefer muggle garb to wizards robes. I'm a bit of a girl when it comes to clothes. I like shopping...I'm not some kind of pansy! I just like clothes! I like picking them out and putting them together. It's not like if I have a free day I'll go hang out at the mall or anything. But if mum says I need new clothes or something, then why not have fun with it? I guess if you had to classify it, most of my muggle clothes are what the muggle kids call hipster. Or preppy. I don't know if I'm supposed to mix those two, but I like it. Basically, I prefer denim to khaki, skinny to loose, bright colors to neutral.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] Jimmy Peakes
father
mother[/color] Natalie Peakes ('nee Moon)
sister[/color] ___ ___ Peakes (7th Year Hufflepuff)
spouses[/color] N/A
offspring[/color] N/A
other relations[/color] N/A
I'm only 16 you know. I hope you don't expect anything earth-shatteringly exciting to have happened in my life. When I was 5 I would have told you that by the time I was 16 I'd be king of the world already. Or at least something epic like an astronaut. That obviously hasn't happened yet... But I guess I'd be lying if I said it was boring either. It definitely hasn't been boring. I was born January 12, 2007. My parents, Jimmy and Natalie, already had a baby girl...which meant that I already had an older sister. From what I've been able to piece together of the happenings before my memory kicked in, we were happy. Our family is small. No grandparents, as they'd all been put to rest before January 12, 2007. No nephews or neices, as my parents were both only children, (which also meant no uncles or aunts). Basically, it was just me, my sister, and my parents. And I personally have never had the desire for it to be any other way.
We've always lived in the same house. 716 Garden Grove Terrace. It's a muggle neighborhood. Both of my parents are magical, but mum's halfblood so she grew up in a muggle neighborhood, and dad's sympathetic towards the muggles so he didn't mind. I like living in that neighborhood because there is always something going on. There are a lot of kids to play with and a lot of places to explore, so I was always outside. The muggle school, which I always wished I could have gone to, was only a few streets away so we'd always go up there and play football. (You American sods call it soccer.) Or if we could get enough people in, capture the flag. I've always been outgoing so I was friends with all the guys in my neighborhood even though once they started school I couldn't join them. As far as they knew I was home schooled. And I guess in a way I was. While they were all at school mum would teach my sister and I history of the wizarding world and such. We learned basic muggle things too, but since both of my parents are magical, and most people in their family had been for several generations, they were pretty sure my sister and I would be magical too.
I've always had a really good relationship with everyone in my family. Dad worked during the day at the ministry, but we'd always have dinner together at night. Mum worked a few nights a week at a bar in Diagon Alley and stayed home with us during the day. I guess you could say my childhood was exceedingly simple and stable. I couldn't go out and play before the public school kids got home, but my sister and I could still do whatever we wanted pretty much after we'd finished our lessons. I'm super close to her. I mean sure I picked on her and bugged her. But dude. I'm her little brother. What do you expect really. I was never mean...just annoying. And I always stuck up for her when she needed me to.
She showed her magic a while before I showed mine. Like more than would be expected even though she's a year older than me. I'm talking like three years. I was six (she was seven) when she did it. And by the time I was 9 my parents were starting to get worried that I wasn't a wizard because I hadn't showed anything yet. They'd even started teaching me muggle things just in case. But I did eventually. I remember I was playing kick the can with some of the neighborhood guys. The sun had just set, so the shadows were long, and we were in the cover of trees so it was pretty dark where we were playing. Which are all good things because mum says I got super lucky that no one suspected anything. Everything happened at the right angles. Anyway. My friend Charlie was it. And I was hiding. I thought I had a shot at the can, so I sprinted out from my spot to go kick it. But Charlie spotted me and started running at it too. He was almost there. Like less than a foot away. He could have beat me to it. But I kicked out, and even though I was going to miss the can went flying. It went super far too. Some of the kids that were in jail were like...looking at it funny and double taking. But they were just glad to be out of jail so they didn't question it. Charlie looked flabbergasted. But he was running hard, and it was dark...like I said. The circumstances were just in my favor. He didn't question it. But I knew. I was three feet away from the can when I kicked. I know my foot never made contact. After that round I sprinted home to tell my parents. It was the biggest relief ever.
A year or so later, my sister got her letter and went off to Hogwarts...which we explained to the neighborhood as private school. I missed her a lot obviously. But I was still having fun. So when I got my letter and joined her I realized the year hadn't been so excruciating. I got sorted into the same house as her too, so it was almost like back to old times. Well, except I had to you know, do real school instead of the "lessons" mum used to give us. I'm not so good at school. It's not that I'm not smart, because eventually, I'll understand most things. But it takes me a long time, and I don't have such a good attention span. My grades have never been so great. Plus I made the quidditch team when I was only in my third year...which I've been told is a pretty significant accomplishment. So a lot of my time was going to that. I always kind of put socializing before my assignments as well. Somehow I just don't see myself ever being happy in a career that requires that much academic prowess. And I guess I figured that out pretty early even if the realization wasn't fully articulated. I did better on my owls than I was expecting though. Probably because I knew mum would at least want me to have a few prospects. I can't stand that look she gives me when she's disappointed. And now I'm in my sixth year! It's been a rough one...what with the virus and everything. But I'm at least glad we're almost in the clear now...
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
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is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR
[/color]YOU'LL NEVER TURN THE VINEGAR TO JAM MEIN HERR!
roleplay sample
carmine's restaurant was the type of place that a guy like alessandro giamatti felt at home. ok, perhaps it was because it was a second home to him. lorenzo carmine was one of the many men that had been in his father's organization for as long as alex could remember. when his father gave lorenzo the money to start the now successful italian restaurant, there was only one condition - they needed to build a spot suitable to hold family business on the fly. lorenzo had complied with those terms, and now the backroom marked "employees only" was familiar territory for alex. but today, he hadn't come for a family meeting or anything of the sorts. today, he was meeting with his best childhood friend for some dinner and some catching up. so much had gone down since the last time they had a chance to talk, and alex's was rather anxious to get some things off his chest and see what his best friend had been up to recently.
the friendship between caleb walsh and alessandro giamatti was always viewed as odd by outsiders. most people couldn't understand why a famous, handsome 'good boy' actor would pal around with a rumored mobster that had a longer rap sheet than charlie sheen and mel gibson combined. but to those that knew them best, it made sense. each had qualities and characteristics that the other was lacking, and when together, it seemed like they were a whole. in the most non-homosexual way of course.
alex arrived at carmine's a bit earlier than he had arranged with caleb. it gave him a few minutes to sort out some business before getting comfortable at the table when his friend came. he strolled into the building quickly, aviator sunglasses guarding his eyes from those around that would be more than happy to snap a picture or two. the employees of carmine's all gave him heafty greetings per usual, between respectful handshakes and generous cheek kisses. italians might be known for having short tempers and big dicks, but no one could contradict the way they welcomed family. he headed for the back room, grabbing some papers along the way to look over. signing the appropriate ones after reading them over, he gave a few short orders to one of the men before heading out to a waiting table in the main dining area.
he settled into the chair, placing his cell phone on the table just in case caleb called to say he was running late. there was so much to talk about, he was definitely looking forward to sharing his thoughts with his best friend. mostly, the entire situation involving jessica blair. his best friend was great at showing him a different side of everything. hopefully, he'd have some of that welcome insight into what the hell was going on in alex's lady love's head this time around. a few moments later, he saw the front door of the restaurant open and the familiar blonde locks come into view. smiling, he stood in his seat to greet his best friend. "caleb! hey man, good to see you. how have you been?" a broad smile on his face, he motioned to the seat opposite him before having a seat in his own chair.
the friendship between caleb walsh and alessandro giamatti was always viewed as odd by outsiders. most people couldn't understand why a famous, handsome 'good boy' actor would pal around with a rumored mobster that had a longer rap sheet than charlie sheen and mel gibson combined. but to those that knew them best, it made sense. each had qualities and characteristics that the other was lacking, and when together, it seemed like they were a whole. in the most non-homosexual way of course.
alex arrived at carmine's a bit earlier than he had arranged with caleb. it gave him a few minutes to sort out some business before getting comfortable at the table when his friend came. he strolled into the building quickly, aviator sunglasses guarding his eyes from those around that would be more than happy to snap a picture or two. the employees of carmine's all gave him heafty greetings per usual, between respectful handshakes and generous cheek kisses. italians might be known for having short tempers and big dicks, but no one could contradict the way they welcomed family. he headed for the back room, grabbing some papers along the way to look over. signing the appropriate ones after reading them over, he gave a few short orders to one of the men before heading out to a waiting table in the main dining area.
he settled into the chair, placing his cell phone on the table just in case caleb called to say he was running late. there was so much to talk about, he was definitely looking forward to sharing his thoughts with his best friend. mostly, the entire situation involving jessica blair. his best friend was great at showing him a different side of everything. hopefully, he'd have some of that welcome insight into what the hell was going on in alex's lady love's head this time around. a few moments later, he saw the front door of the restaurant open and the familiar blonde locks come into view. smiling, he stood in his seat to greet his best friend. "caleb! hey man, good to see you. how have you been?" a broad smile on his face, he motioned to the seat opposite him before having a seat in his own chair.
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