Post by ALEXANDRE MILES COLLIN on Jul 3, 2009 15:56:21 GMT -5
Alexandre Miles Collin
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"In the full moon's light I listen to the stream"
"And in between the sounds I still hear you calling me"[/center]
BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES[/color]
EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED
FULL NAME: Alexandre Miles Collin
NICKNAMES: Alex
SEX: Male
AGE: 17
GRADE: Sophomore ; was held back
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Totally hetero
ETHNICITY: English
THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT[/color]
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION
FACE CLAIM: Robert Pattinson
HAIR: Dirty blonde
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 6'1" ; 145 lbs
BODY TYPE: Tall
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:RCAA tattooed under his right wrist ; first initials of the members of his family
TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE[/color]
BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME
LIKES:
- Nature
- Winter
- Accents
- Art
- Reading
- Horror movies
- Classical music
- The piano
- The ocean
- Acting
- Tech work
- Directing
DISLIKES:
- Warm weather
- War
- Hospitals
- Crowds
- Sports
- Clowns
- Medicine
- Jocks
- Heavy metal
- Annoying people
- Small dogs
- People who don't memorize their lines
- People who don't show up for rehearsals
STRENGTHS:
- Acting
- Writing music
- Playing the piano
- Tech work
- Fixing stuff
WEAKNESSES:
- Writing plays
- Brunettes
- Reheads
- Designing sets
- Sports
- Any major physical activities
HABITS/QUIRKS:
- Randomly reciting lines
- Tapping his fingers
- Freezing up in front of beautiful girls
- Talking louder when he's angry
LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE[/color]
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS
PARENTS: Rainard Collin, deceased, father ; Cyrilla Collin, 38, mother, doctor
SIBLINGS: Avery Collin, 16, sister, student
OTHER FAMILY: N/A
WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE[/color]
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU
MEMBER TITLE: Sorry, but I have rehearsal..[/blockquote]
STEREOTYPE Musician/Drama nerd
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:- - - - - - - - - -He was stuck at school. His parents always expected him to pass, even with the problems in his life. They wanted him to be successful, make something of himself, do something with himself, just like his father. They wanted him to major in something medical-related - he's majoring in photography, something that he loves. Sure he loved his family, but he didn't want to grow up like his father; never home, always stressed. Ah, the life of a surgeon. Being the youngest, especially since Toby didn't follow in their father's footsteps, he was expected to; he never told his parents about his major choice, and he never would until he graduated college, if he graduated. The alcohol was getting in the way of his studies, he couldn't even stay awake in class anymore, let alone finish the simplest assignments.
His head was down on his desk, his essay under his head. The professor was in front of the class, lecturing about some stuff that he didn't care about. As he sat there, many different thoughts processed through his head; the accident, his friends, the funerals, their families, Zuly. Slowly he drifted into sleep and woke up about thirty minutes later with the professor hovering over him and his essay covered in drool. Shit... He sat up and smiled awkwardly at his professor, who did not have the nicest look on her face. "You'll still accept it, right?" She rolled her eyes and walked back to the front to continue her hour long lecture about whatever.
Sighing lightly, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, trying to keep it hidden in his lap, and he sent a quick message to Zuly. By the time she replied, class was over. He didn't want to be there anymore, and he knew Zuly wasn't at school, but he knew where she was. Before he walked out of the room, he placed his drool-covered essay on the professor's desk without her noticing and rushed out of the room. If Zuly wasn't at the college, she had to be at the ferris wheel, since that seemed to be one of her favorite places to go. He had no idea why, but he loved it too, just because he loved to look at the sights that you could see while you were at the very top.
He walked as fast as he could to his car, a 1969 Camaro SS. He took pride in his car, even if his father did buy it for him; it was his baby, his life, and he took damn good care of it. As he slid into the driver's side, he tightly gripped the steering wheel in his hands and then started it, pulling out of the student parking lot and making his way to the ferris wheel where Zuly was sure to be.
Ford wasn't the kind of guy that was really into commitment, but after meeting Zuly, he knew she was the one for him. Sure it may sound corny, but the way they got a long, all the fun times they had together, and the way she treated him. She listened to him and tried to help him as much as possible, and because of her, he's been trying to kick the habit of drinking himself to death. All in all, you could say he loved her, though he didn't know if the feelings were returned since they seemed more like family than lovers.
He didn't realize it was raining until he was almost at the ferris wheel; how something like that could get past him, he didn't know, but he did enjoy the rain more than the sun. He parked his car far away from anybody else, you know, just in case some jerk decides to swing their door open and hit his baby. He stepped out of his car, locking as quickly as possible and ran most of the way to the ferris wheel, hoping he wasn't soaked by the time he got there. His phone vibrated and he reached into his pocket and pulled it out, covering it from the rain with his hand. The text was from Zuly, telling him to meet her at the ferris wheel. He knew her too well.
He made it just in time, the ferris wheel came to a stop and he rushed to it, standing by the man as he opened the door to one of the compartments. Lucky for him, it was Zuly's. He smiled and pushed his way in, taking a seat in front of her and laughed as she stuck her tongue out at him.
"You couldn't have picked a better day, huh?"- - - - - - - - - -
status done
outfit !!
music simon and garfunkel - mrs. robinson
CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES[/color]
AND MY PROMISES ARE SAND
YOUR NAME: Raven
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