Post by adrian whittaker on Aug 7, 2013 2:15:16 GMT
ADRIAN WHITTAKER
Hair Color: brown with a reddish tint (once again, sorry for incorrect hair in the picture)
Eye Color: green or brown
Height/Weight: 5'11", 165 lbs.
Shape: tall, muscular
Style: he doesn't have a style, that's why he sticks to t-shirts and jeans
Play By: Eddie Redmayne
Age: 16 (June 11, 1997)
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
Occupation: camper
Unusual Behaviour: extreme ADHD
Habits or Quirks: always checks over his shoulder whenever he goes anywhere, always tapping on something or making noise, clenches his teeth whenever feeling frustrated, quirks his head to the side whenever asking a question, snorts while laughing for more than thirty seconds
Likes: joking around, pranks, the beach, fishing, swimming, eating, driving over the speed limit, video games, breaking rules
Dislikes: party killers, taking orders, decisions, indecisive people, being slow
Other Info/Overall Personality: Adrian is very reckless and impulsive. He hates taking too long for anything and always has to have something to occupy himself with, unless he's sleeping. Because of this he comes across as careless and unkind, but the truth is he just has little time to think about his own problems, much less his friends' problems. He has a problem with following rules since his mother never imposed them upon him on account of being too busy to discipline him. He may threaten to beat you and will do it, but otherwise he doesn't mean to hurt the people around him, he just doesn't think about consequences of his actions.
Parents: Mary Whittaker/35/deceased (mother), James Whittaker/39/office manager (father)
Siblings: Kaitlyn Whittaker/10/female
Other Family: Robert Webb is his mother's father and Kaitlyn lives with him
Pets: he has an American pitbull terrier named Bolt www.bulldogbreeds.com/americanpitbullterrier.html (Bolt)
History:
Adrian was born when his parents were very young and were not prepared to have children, so he often spent his time in the care of his Grandpa Rob. He didn't have many friends as a child and was very shy around people until his little sister was born when he was six. He was in kindergarten when his sister was born and was delighted to have someone to share the house with. Everything went well until January of the following year his father left them without a word. Adrian was devastated and wouldn't speak to anyone except for his grandfather.
When his mother died in a car accident when he was thirteen he began to grow impulsive and angry at the world. He ignored the custody arguments when his father came back and often snuck out to go do ridiculous things with his friends. Through some argument or another his father gained custody of him, but not his sister. Kaitlyn was in Grandpa Rob's custody at that point and Adrian's father was moving back to town because of an opportunistic promotion in the area that permitted him to live there.
Adrian started high school with an unhappy disposition and did not like the school his father had made him attend. He started getting into trouble with the teachers on account of never sitting still in class. The problems were ongoing and Adrian's record of offenses seemed to never end so his father had him tested for ADHD, which he tested positively for. Adrian started resisting the medicine schedule his father had given him and avoided taking it as a rebellion against his father. When he got his driver's license he got in even more trouble with the teachers because he skipped class nearly every day. He was almost never home and hated being home. He took to going to the lake outside of town and either sitting there or swimming.
Around Christmas Adrian got a wake-up call from being in a fender bender on the highway back into town on one of his escapades. He was reminded of his mother's death and the people in his life that would miss him. The second semester of his sophomore year he started attending class more often and spent more time at home. He finished off the year with average grades and a decision to try harder with his family. He has a summer job at a local gas station and likes to spend the weekends with his friends out at the lake.
When his mother died in a car accident when he was thirteen he began to grow impulsive and angry at the world. He ignored the custody arguments when his father came back and often snuck out to go do ridiculous things with his friends. Through some argument or another his father gained custody of him, but not his sister. Kaitlyn was in Grandpa Rob's custody at that point and Adrian's father was moving back to town because of an opportunistic promotion in the area that permitted him to live there.
Adrian started high school with an unhappy disposition and did not like the school his father had made him attend. He started getting into trouble with the teachers on account of never sitting still in class. The problems were ongoing and Adrian's record of offenses seemed to never end so his father had him tested for ADHD, which he tested positively for. Adrian started resisting the medicine schedule his father had given him and avoided taking it as a rebellion against his father. When he got his driver's license he got in even more trouble with the teachers because he skipped class nearly every day. He was almost never home and hated being home. He took to going to the lake outside of town and either sitting there or swimming.
Around Christmas Adrian got a wake-up call from being in a fender bender on the highway back into town on one of his escapades. He was reminded of his mother's death and the people in his life that would miss him. The second semester of his sophomore year he started attending class more often and spent more time at home. He finished off the year with average grades and a decision to try harder with his family. He has a summer job at a local gas station and likes to spend the weekends with his friends out at the lake.
Name/Alias: Lyssa
Age: that age
Contact: pm me
Experience: I have no clue
Additional Bits'n'Bobs: I'm very busy. That's it, I'm not special at all.
Sample RP:
Gilbert stared at the sky, feeling bored as he usually did when Ludwig kicked him out of the house. He felt little feet land on his outstretched arm, poking into his delicate white skin. He turned his head to the right to smile at the little bird perched on his forearm. He sat up and the bird moved to the top of Gilbert’s bent knee. He smiled and said, “Hello, my little awesome Gilbird. How are you today?” He smiled as the bird perched on his head and chirped as if to say, “I’m fine, how are you?” He didn't reply, he just stood up and walked towards the house.
He left behind the sunny field as the sun began to set and plunge the field into darkness. He wasn't worried about darkness, so he made his way through the field slowly. As he stood on the back porch he said, “Let’s try again.” He then opened the door and disappeared into the house, out of the sight-line of his watcher. As he closed the door he felt a chill run down his spine and tingle all of his senses as he snuck downstairs to the basement where he was staying. After he locked his the door behind him he flopped on his bed with a satisfied sigh. He hadn't just relaxed like that in a while. It was nice and he decided he'd do it again sometime.
He rolled over on his bed and stared at the bedside table crowded with empty beer cans and discarded sweets wrappers. In a bout of thoughtfulness he sat up and opened the drawer in the table. He moved around some of the old documents and papers in there, pushing aside letters and postcards sent from various people until his fingertips brushed the taped up spine of an old leather journal. He grabbed the thin book with his index finger and thumb and slowly extracted it from the mess. Looking it over he noticed all the little scratches he'd put on it, the place where he'd carved his name in it, even the stab wound it'd gained when he'd gotten a little angry with a knife in his hand. Smiling he opened it up to the last entry and read it over. It was written many years ago and he decided to write a new entry.
Gilbert found a pen with ink still in it and began writing. He wrote about all that had happened in the years he'd stopped writing and how he wasn't at a high point in his life. When he finished he wiped the single tear from his face and closed the book with a feeling of finality. He whispered, "Thank you, old friend," and tossed the book back in the drawer. He closed the drawer and rolled over in bed, seeing Gilbird stare at him intently. He smiled and scooped the bird up in his hands and stood up. "Let's go get something to eat, I'm starving," he said to the bird as he walked to the door, eventually forgetting all about the journal once more.
He left behind the sunny field as the sun began to set and plunge the field into darkness. He wasn't worried about darkness, so he made his way through the field slowly. As he stood on the back porch he said, “Let’s try again.” He then opened the door and disappeared into the house, out of the sight-line of his watcher. As he closed the door he felt a chill run down his spine and tingle all of his senses as he snuck downstairs to the basement where he was staying. After he locked his the door behind him he flopped on his bed with a satisfied sigh. He hadn't just relaxed like that in a while. It was nice and he decided he'd do it again sometime.
He rolled over on his bed and stared at the bedside table crowded with empty beer cans and discarded sweets wrappers. In a bout of thoughtfulness he sat up and opened the drawer in the table. He moved around some of the old documents and papers in there, pushing aside letters and postcards sent from various people until his fingertips brushed the taped up spine of an old leather journal. He grabbed the thin book with his index finger and thumb and slowly extracted it from the mess. Looking it over he noticed all the little scratches he'd put on it, the place where he'd carved his name in it, even the stab wound it'd gained when he'd gotten a little angry with a knife in his hand. Smiling he opened it up to the last entry and read it over. It was written many years ago and he decided to write a new entry.
Gilbert found a pen with ink still in it and began writing. He wrote about all that had happened in the years he'd stopped writing and how he wasn't at a high point in his life. When he finished he wiped the single tear from his face and closed the book with a feeling of finality. He whispered, "Thank you, old friend," and tossed the book back in the drawer. He closed the drawer and rolled over in bed, seeing Gilbird stare at him intently. He smiled and scooped the bird up in his hands and stood up. "Let's go get something to eat, I'm starving," he said to the bird as he walked to the door, eventually forgetting all about the journal once more.
Coding and Images are (c) to AMBE3251/AMBER!? of Caution 2.0. Remove this credit and die. Simple as that: Kapeesh? Alright! Enjoy this lovely app.
