Post by leonardo hunter harrison on Jan 4, 2010 3:03:44 GMT -5
HELLO, LEONARDO HUNTER HARRISON
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FULL NAME: leonardo hunter harrison
NICKNAMES: leo and hunter
BIRTH DATE AND AGE: fourth september and he is twenty five
RELIGION: christian
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
GRADE IN SCHOOL: drop out
OCCUPATION: mechanic/bartender
PORTRAYED BY: jensen ackles
A LOSER CAN WIN
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CHARACTER NAME LOVES: sex, partying, beer, tequila, girls, cars, ice cream, bartending, stripping, walks on the beach, football, basketball, soda, the lakers team, guitar, singing, somgwriting.
CHARACTER NAME HATES: hospitals, gun shots, needles, sleeping, snotty girls, memories, falling in love, playing girls, baseball, waking up, acting like a child, school, photographs being taken, suits, classy shoes.
PERSONALITY:
sarcastic – leo is actually quite bad for making the wrong suggestion or the wrong move at the wrong time, also it doesn’t help that he can really sarcastic with it all, it is a way he has always been since he was little, it started out small when no one would really notice before people began to catch on and know he was actually trying to piss them off.
selfish – leo has never had to look after anyone else but himself and his belongings, like his car and so forth which really annoys him throughout his whole day when he is working or ever if someone asks him a favour. No one really gave him attention when he was little and helped him out so I guess you can say he is a grudge kind of person
grudge – if some has done him wrong in the past do not think that he will not remember it, he will use it to his advantage in any situation possible and try and hurt the person that hurt him, though normally this starts in an argument but ends in a fight.
abrupt – leo won’t think about what he is doing before he does it, like when a person pisses him off he will punch them before asking them really what they meant. He is not good with being around a lot of people and takes things the wrong way a lot of the time.
lonely – a lot of his traits kind of make him lonely a lot of the time because he is unable to make a connection with people like others can, it is hard for him to talk openly and keep conversations going, though he doesn’t mind the silence unlike other people
fierce/dangerous – leo was in the army for three years before finally quitting and in that time he got to see a lot of things that people wouldn’t think could happen to him, he saw friends die and so forth which makes him very dangerous and fierce about people he loves, he doesn’t want to see them hurt and will do a lot of things to keep ones he loves safe
caring – if you really pulled your finger out and looked past the way leo always acted then you would actually get to see a really nice, calm and caring side to him, he is one hell of a cook he never has an untidy house and he always thinks of other that made an impression on him before himself.
SECRETS: he never told anyone that he has been to the army, he doesn't like to relive the memory of the paiun and torture he went through.
he is actually a sweet guy but he hides under a bad personality so he does not get hurt by anyone as that hurts more than phyiscal beating, having his heart broken was damn too hard for him to live with
FEARS: growing up alone and with no one to call his wife or lover, or even partner.
having children and not knowing what to do, he doesn't ever see himself as being a good father though he wants children
dying before he had made his mark on the world and not being remembered by people he loved
GOALS: to get a better job, something stable
become a good man and have a relationship with a good girl and settle down
change himself for the better, make the right decisions and be able to open up to people.
I'VE GOT A STORY
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MOTHER: Tanya Harrison; Interior Designer.
FATHER: Billy Harrison; Police Officer.
SIBLINGS: Jason Lucas Harrison; 21; Lawyer.
HOMETOWN: Detroit
CURRENT LOCATION: his family is in New York and Detroit
FINANCIAL CLASS: middle-ish
BEST MEMORY: his best memory is his frist girlfriend that he had when he was twelve years old and it lasted two years, he's never had that long of a relationship since
WORST MEMORY: his worst memory has to be when his friends where killed in battle in the army, and he had to watch them helplessly walk away from this life in war. It stills haunts him at night sometimes and he will awake in a cold sweat.
OVERALL HISTORY:
Urm, so you want to know about my life? Well first of all lets not be rude, I’m Leonardo Hunter Harrison, I’m twenty five and I live in good old New York City, though I have not lived here for all of my life. I was born in Detroit and was there until I was eighteen years old, so anyway. I was born on the ninth of November in a small flat because my dad is a dick and didn’t want any of his children to be born in a hospital. Anyway I was the first of the Sheldon children as three years after me, my brother was born that exact same location as well. Anyway the first five years of my life were normal, also it helps that I do not remember most of it, except little things like my mother’s hugs and the loud abrupt voice of my father. My first memory that I was remember very well is when I was six, my mum and dad were in the kitchen and were shouting quite loudly at each other, so I took my three year old brother out. We went to the park and it was fun, but when my brother went off into his own world and I continued to play football with my friends it became a lot scarier.
I went home later without my brother to be greeted by my mother, who was holding the three year old in her hand so I was fucked. I got a massive beating on the ass by my dad later and then after that he found anything so he could keep beating me. He was known as a tough man, worked for the mafia and all that shit but he was never the big guy to me, he was a scary fucking asshole that found it fun to beat his own children when he had a bad dad. My mum died when I was eight, they say it was a brain haemorrhage, but I saw the blood, the baseball bat in my father’s hand, I knew he killed her. So I decided not to talk to him ever after that, I got my series of beatings and even took more so my little brother didn’t have to. When I was ten I was doing really badly in school, my dad beat me and because I was too small and insignificant compared to him, I beat up other people in school. This was when I got found by another family in the mafia, who was willing to give me and run around job after school if I didn’t tell my father about it.
I did this till I was twelve years old then had to leave when my father found it, he gave me a massive beating, more painful than anything I had ever gone through before, but that was the first time I fought back and ended up breaking his jaw when he fell and hit his head on the coffee table. I was thrown out of the house and never returned, so I joined the enemy mafia family just to spite him and became their run around boy for a little while, transporting drugs to people and stuff. The money was bad for the amount of work I did but that didn’t matter to me at all really, I had a place to stay, and the job didn’t last long anyway. At fourteen I was very close to the main man of the family, and his daughter was very pretty as well, she was twelve but looked like she was older than me, we spent a lot of time together because she also worked for her father too and would spend the cold winter nights standing beside me. When I was sixteen I asked her to be my girlfriend and she was for two long years, this was when I got my life back on track and went back to high school and graduated which was a good thing, I lost my virginity to her, but when her father found out on graduation day he threw me out of the family, so I left town.
So I went to New York, a great place to rebuild yourself and I did college but that was boring and a waste of time, after that I signed up for the army and went on my way for training, at twenty one I was in the war fighting for my country, it was a great thing to do but I don’t really like to talk about it, I was shot in the chest one sunny morning and was flown home later that day, since then I signed my forms to quit the army and became a bartender and mechanic instead. My life is nothing to be proud of really, I have always chosen the wrong thing to do in life, but these are my mistakes and well you’re the asshole doing the interview aren’t you .
I WON'T GO AWAY
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YOUR NAME/ALIAS: ritabee
AGE: eigtheen.
GENDER: female.
OTHER CHARACTERS: making another one now
RULES PHRASE: welcome to the good life'.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Gavin was so out of the ordinary for a twenty five year old he was called a loner, a lot of people his age would have found someone to love and take care of, had a steady job with good friends and families, looking forward to that future. Gavin on the other hand was still sleeping around with girls, had a job which was killing him inside and didn’t have anyone or anything to call his own, he ran away all the time that he couldn’t possibly own anything or love someone. Gavin hadn’t been in New York too long, this was his newest adventure, the great thing with being an FBI agent was that he could be anywhere in the world and still be able to do his work, all he needed was a computer and a uplink to the software from his office back in Detroit and he was sorted. He did have to travel a lot of the time though and go back to his hometown to do some work. He was also on the side a bounty hunter kind of person, going out and finding people that were meant to be in court and catch them, making them go there even if they didn’t want to.
Gavin had been awake since the early hours that morning, there was paper work still present on his desk and his laptop was buzzing away with a word document open. He had still a lot to do and found him awakening face down on the desk. He hadn’t been in his own bed and that annoyed him as he scratched his head and checked the time that was on his laptop, it was only around five in the morning and he wondered why he was still awake when the clock past seven. He rustled through his papers and began typing a long essay like draft of what he needed to do, what he had done and what he was going to make other people do. Then this was when he begun, after another two hour sitting at the computer he gave up, but at least the paper pile that was next to him that reduced dramatically. Getting up when the clock went past ten he sighed and got a shower, changed his clothes and went downstairs to make himself a coffee, after spending a whole five minutes brewing the coffee he took a sip and spat it out at the sink. He needed something better than this crap stuff. Then a spark flew into his mind and he wandered straight out of the door to go the nearest starbucks, he loved that place with a passion, the food was great and the coffee always made him feel better after a night out or even an uncomfortable and restless sleep he had on his computer desk.
New York was a great place to live and he knew that every single time he walked down Main Street, yes it was packed and there was hardly any room for anyone but it was comfortable, he was used to such a crowded area since he was young so this was no different. He sighed softly as he dug his hands into his coat pockets and pushed past a couple of youngsters that were sitting in the middle of the street on bmx bikes and sweat pants on. He then saw the large sign indicating starbucks and smirked a little as he headed inside. He joined the queue that was present and waited for his turn, flicking his phone on he looked through the many missed calls and messages he had from his boss and dismissed them before stuffing the phone back into his pocket. As he got his turn he ordered a large coffee before waiting for them to give it him, as he turned round coffee in hand he bumped into a girl which meant hot coffee split onto his hand, which hurt but as he looked at the woman next to him he smiled, she looked shocked as though it was her fault before he spoke My bad, sorry. he grinned as he looked at the one single table that was left before looking over at her again Want to join me? he smiled as he headed over to the table and sat down, placing his coffee in front of him before wiping the wasted coffee onto his old torn jeans.
Gavin had been awake since the early hours that morning, there was paper work still present on his desk and his laptop was buzzing away with a word document open. He had still a lot to do and found him awakening face down on the desk. He hadn’t been in his own bed and that annoyed him as he scratched his head and checked the time that was on his laptop, it was only around five in the morning and he wondered why he was still awake when the clock past seven. He rustled through his papers and began typing a long essay like draft of what he needed to do, what he had done and what he was going to make other people do. Then this was when he begun, after another two hour sitting at the computer he gave up, but at least the paper pile that was next to him that reduced dramatically. Getting up when the clock went past ten he sighed and got a shower, changed his clothes and went downstairs to make himself a coffee, after spending a whole five minutes brewing the coffee he took a sip and spat it out at the sink. He needed something better than this crap stuff. Then a spark flew into his mind and he wandered straight out of the door to go the nearest starbucks, he loved that place with a passion, the food was great and the coffee always made him feel better after a night out or even an uncomfortable and restless sleep he had on his computer desk.
New York was a great place to live and he knew that every single time he walked down Main Street, yes it was packed and there was hardly any room for anyone but it was comfortable, he was used to such a crowded area since he was young so this was no different. He sighed softly as he dug his hands into his coat pockets and pushed past a couple of youngsters that were sitting in the middle of the street on bmx bikes and sweat pants on. He then saw the large sign indicating starbucks and smirked a little as he headed inside. He joined the queue that was present and waited for his turn, flicking his phone on he looked through the many missed calls and messages he had from his boss and dismissed them before stuffing the phone back into his pocket. As he got his turn he ordered a large coffee before waiting for them to give it him, as he turned round coffee in hand he bumped into a girl which meant hot coffee split onto his hand, which hurt but as he looked at the woman next to him he smiled, she looked shocked as though it was her fault before he spoke My bad, sorry. he grinned as he looked at the one single table that was left before looking over at her again Want to join me? he smiled as he headed over to the table and sat down, placing his coffee in front of him before wiping the wasted coffee onto his old torn jeans.
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