Post by BLAINE CARTER on Jul 21, 2011 23:44:28 GMT
Blaine Nathan Carter
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[/size][/center]Whats Up?! I am Stewart and I am Nineteen years old. I am boarding the male train, and I have been role playing for Four years. Also, I play Blaine Carter and Gage Smith. If you want to contact me, reach me at BLAINE NATHAN CARTER. That's all people!
THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
[/font][/center]FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
FULL NAME : Blaine Nathan Carter
NICKNAMES : Blaine
AGE : Twenty-One, September 10, 1990
GENDER : Male
ETHNICITY : Caucasian, Australian
RELIGION : N/A
SEXUALITY : Bisexual
STATUS : Single
MEMBER GROUP : Hell-Raiser
YEAR : Junior
PLAY-BY : Mateus Verdelho (not with big ass beard. No.)
THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
[/font][/center]WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
BLAINE'S DISLIKES :
- Being alone
- Repeated questions
- Stuck Up People
- No Drama
- Annoying Sounds
- Gossip
- Work
- Homework
BLAINE'S LIKES :
- Surfing
- Partying
- Singing
- Playing Guitar
- Drinking
- Fighting
- Music
- Adrenalin
GOALS :
- Bang a hot teacher
- Finish College
- Best party experience
- Get somewhere in life with a band
FEARS :
- Dieing
- Shark Attacks
- Nursing homes
SECRETS :
- He has a soft spot, for love
- No one knows, he drinks himself away at every night if he isn't already drunk
WEAKNESS :
- at least two.
STRENGTHS :
- Courage
- Outgoing
OVERALL PERSONALITY :
- Most would categorize him right from the sight of his style, so the first thing they would assume is his personality. They would mistake him to be one of those "I'm-hot-and-I'm-going-to be-the-one-to-tear-up-this-high-school", but that is defiantly not Blaine. Blaine has a very confusing personalty, he's very stubborn at times and will fake his real feelings but that's only to the people he cares about which there are very few of them. Those few people that have that advantage to him are the only one that even notices he has a heart.For others, his personality is very straight forward and may come off as attitude-ish even if he doesn't mean for it to.
- To strangers he is very closed off, sure he's willing to have a party and have fun, hell maybe even talk to you for a moment, but when it all comes down to it, you can't back stab him because he never did let you in. He doesn't really have manners except to his father and mother, he believes (as he says in his own words) "I don't know you, so you give me respect and 'll give you respect, even if you may be some serial killer..". With no manners given first, this makes him a sarcastic smartass and he is willing to take the consequences to be one. He's not afraid of anyone and their consequences, he'll just find a way out of them.
- The only time you will see him alive or passionate about something besides seeing him at a party would be while he's playing his guitar, singing, or surfing. It all three things he puts his heart in, and he doesn't even give that much to his parents, which is kind of bad but ever since the incident with his parents he's learned to be closed off and choose carefully. No personal emotions or any personal stories to anyone, he has yet to tell it to anyone even his best friends back in Georgetown ,and he plans to keep it that way. No ones special enough to hear any of it. The only way you can hear it, is through his music.
SUBJECTS :
- Music - because his passion is music
- Architecture - Blaine secretly has a skill with measurements and math, also he has a sense of style and a good imagination so this comes naturaly.
BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
[/font][/center]JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
HOMETOWN : Georgetown, South Carolina
CURRENT RESIDENCE : Las Vegas, California
MOTHER'S NAME : Elizabeth
FATHER'S NAME : Lance
SIBLINGS : None
OVERALL HISTORY :
Ever since Blaine was able to crawl on his chubby little legs and hands, he was a "Little Shit", he was very curious about everything and wanted to figure out what everything was supposed to do so he'd make his own little adventures to find out. Maybe he would break something expensive and get the usual slap on the hand by his mother since his father was gone, he knew that all he had to do was look up at his young looking mother with those blue eyes and she'd give in. Now, the bad thing was if his military father was home to see it, oh no, no little slap on the hand would do ,and Blaine would end up sitting on the couch crying because of the fact he knew he wouldn't be able to get to whatever it was he wanted, but that didn't stop him from trying and ending up on that couch once again. Once his father would leave out, his mother would take him to Myrtle Beach; that's the one thing that he wanted most, was to get in that water, so he squirmed and squirmed until his mother let him down. Once he made it to that water, he got to far in and fell face first, started squirming and whining until his mother was there seconds later. That was the last time she let him go near it, paranoid mother much? Blaine didn't stress, he always knew how to get to what he wanted.
Blaine was now seven years old ,and he had recently moved back to North Carolina to live with his family. He was born there, but not long after he and his mother went back to Australia to be with their family, of course his dad was still in the military, so whenever he was sent home, he was sent home alone. After Blaine and his mother had returned he was going to Myrtle Beach like it was his home, and well by this time his parents had bought a little white beach house right on the beach just for it to be easier to go whenever they liked, or so his mother said. His father was gone for a good two years now, but there was always a male figure around the house, the same one that treated him the same way his father did, maybe a bit more nicer than his father, but still. Blaine thought he was a cool guy, he spent more time with him than his father, he was even the one to introduce surfing to him. Everyday they would grab their boards and head out into the water, catch a few waves, and Blaine was good. He'd stay out there until lunch time then go back out until it was dinner time.
From the age twelve to sixteen was when his life had gotten chaotic. Blaine had figured out that his mother was cheating on his father while he was away and that's when he decided he would not be her little baby anymore, he'd make her regret it. This is when he began hanging out with the older group, getting drunk, coming home late, creating chaos in the city, being escorted home by the police in the middle of the night. His father would bitch and raise hell at him, but he'd just give him the blank "I-don't-care" look and start the trouble all over again. Blaine never really did do anything his parents wanted except, go to college in Las Vegas.
FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
[/font][/center]THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :
*Fucking weirdo's in this city. I mean how many times do you bet money to race through a whole fucking mob of people to another location in a mall? Oh and to add to it, the whole mob will be juggling food! Whatever, I'm going to smoke this dude.* Blaine thought to himself as he shook the guys hand showing that he had agreed that he bets a good twenty bucks for this race. The guy looked like one of those jocks, shorter than Blaine maybe around six foot? He was also big, but Blaine couldn't tell if it was hidden fat by the sports jacket he wore. He also looked like a real dick, no doubt. Looked like one of those jocks that would run around the locker room in his towel, half naked in front of men and lie about fucking a girls brains out the night before but we all know that, that mole on his face and the red dots, only lead him to a drink in his face and a big humiliating rejection.
"You two ready?" Said his other jock friend standing in front of Blaine and the ugly jock. He was skinnier, more like a tooth pick, he wore the same jacket and his face was rather flat so it made him have that wide nose look. *Seriously? Where the hell do these high schools find these athelet's? Or do they purposely make each one of them odd? I mean aren't they supposed to be that 'Clique' that had the females bowing to their feet?...Oh yeah...I forgot. They date the stupid bitches.* He shook his head smiling and held back the laugh he desired so much right now before he straightened his face to become serious and nodded to the skinny boy.
"One...Two...Three..Go!" The skinny boy shouted.
Blaine hauled ass, he pushed his legs as hard as he could, as well as thought of ways to dodge all of these people. Shit, lines of people were blocking the entrance of the sitting part of the food court. Spotting the railing he slowed to the jog some, placed one hand around the bar and launched his feet to swing over the railing. He grinned when when he heard the fat boy scream "Fuck!", Blaine would no stop he would smoke this dude no doubt about it so he began yelling at everyone. "Move!".."Get out the way!"..He knew soon the security would come find him, but that made it even more fun...Until he missed the pretty little red head that stood so dumbly in his way. It sucks that he didn't have enough time to slow himself, so his six foot three inches muscular body plastered right into her. He watched noodles go flying, salad as well and the girl fell straight to the floor.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry.." He noticed there could have been some damage since she was wearing those huge high heels and her figure wasn't big at all. He suddenly kneeled down studying her face.
"Are you okay?" He would ask.
