Post by Carlin Drave on Jun 22, 2012 13:38:05 GMT -5
[/justify][/height]Carlin Peter Drave, Cocoapaw
skinny boy with green eyes and thick, brunette curls
roleplayed by badger
NAME – Carlin Peter Drave
GENDER – Male
AGE – 18
GRADE – Freshmen
MAJOR – Undeclared
RESIDENCE – Dorms
CURRENT JOB – waiter at the Houxton Diner
HOMETOWN – Barnes, England
FACE CLAIM – Harry Styles
CLOTHING STYLE –[height]
I don't have much money to my name, but from what little cash I make at the Houxton, I always put a little bit aside for clothes. I don't wear anything expensive, but I do like looking presentable. Everyone should be respected, but the world does judge on first appearances, so I always try to dress well. I don't really know what kind of style I have, but I wear skinnier jeans and pretty much the same pair of converse every day. I've got one nice suit, one pair of dressier shoes, and lots of bow-ties. I own a lot of bright colors, and always wear the same two necklaces: a silver cross that was my father's, and a silver aeroplane that was my mother's.
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PHYSICAL STATURE –[height]
Oh, God. I was hoping you wouldn't ask me this question. Well, I would like to say I'm as tall as Lucas...but I'm not. I'm a short, short 5'3". It's not fair, really: everyone in my family is tall, even my mother. I don't see why I should be the odd one out. My impossible hair adds a bit of height to me, but...the truth is that I'm one of those guys you see at the market and feel sorry for, and think He's never going to get a girlfriend. I'm hoping for a growth spurt, though. My hands and feet are large, and I've filled out a lot since highschool. Can you tell?
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HAIR/EYES –[height]
I've got my mother's green eyes, and my father's curly hair. My hair is one of the first things people notice about me, after they get passed my height. My hair is dark brown (used to be blonde when I was born) and impossibly big and curly. My hair parts from the left side, and I guess you could say I have bangs...honestly I don't really know anymore, I just kind of push it all away from my face and hope for the best.
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OTHER APPEARANCE –[height]
Let's see, what else. My smile is really crooked, and my teeth are kind of big. I've got a few freckles and moles in different spots around my body, and a pretty big nose. My voice, which you can easily tell, is deep, with an English accent to my words. And dimples, which I also got from my father. I think that's it, sorry. I'll let you know if I think of anything else.
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GREATEST STRENGTH – his sweet, polite, positive attitude
FAVORITE HOBBIES – bow-tie collection; community service; helping others
THINGS THAT PLEASE –
TOUGHEST OBSTACLE – standing up for himself
THINGS THAT DISPLEASE –
ORIENTATION – straight
PERSONALITY SUMMARY –[height]
I'm incredibly trusting, probably too much so for my own good. I'm gullible at times, and I work hard to please everyone. I'm a really friendly person, and can pretty much have a conversation with anyone; I make friends rather easily, though my best friends I've had since highschool. I love kids, and I think I want to work with children when I get older. They make me laugh, and they have no worries...if I ever become a father, I'm going to spoil my kids rotten. Because I'm so friendly and not shy, some people mistake me for being confident -- but the truth is I'm really rather insecure when it comes to relationships. [float][margin][/margin][/float] I've had the same friends for years, but I still worry one day they'll tire of me and leave me. I don't take criticism well; I think I'm too easily hurt, too fragile. My best friend Rebecca is tougher than me -- and she's a girl.
I'm constantly seeking self-improvement, looking to better myself and better the lives of the people around me. I don't quite know what to major in, but I've always wanted to help people -- work for a foundation, run a foster home, something like that. My friends will tell you I'm touchy-feely, and that's true. I don't know, it's just...I feel like if you love someone, you should want to show it, right? I sure try to. I'm always going out of my way to please the people I love, and I hope that they see that. Others will tell you that I'm a push-over, that I let people take advantage of me. I would argue that I'm just incredibly patient, and I always see the glass half-full, not half-empty. I put myself in other's shoes, and I try to see the good in everyone.
I'm a pacifist in every confrontation, but I think if someone I love was in danger I wouldn't think twice about fighting back. If I'm in a battle alone, though...the other person always wins. That's all a lot of people care about, really, is proving their right -- and if inside I know that I'm being the better person, then what else matters? I have strong Christian religious beliefs, and it is the most important thing in my life. Maybe it's not "typical teenage routine", but I attend church every Sunday, and I was baptized when I was fourteen. I don't force my beliefs on anyone, though, so I wouldn't say I'm an evangelist. I always tell the truth, believe in abstaining until marriage and all the other verses, and overall have a general positive outlook on life.
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INFLUENCES –
MOTIVATIONS –
HISTORY –[height]
I've moved quite a few times in my life, but otherwise I'm not really that exciting. I was born on October 1st, in Barnes, England, a small town on the far outskirts of London. My parents both lived normal lives, and had a small, normal wedding. My father was a pilot, so I didn't see much of him growing up, though I was never cross with him about it. Whenever he came home, he always brought my older brother and I gifts from the places he had visited, and he was a great father. [float][margin][/margin][/float] My earliest memory of him is at Christmas one year, when he gave me my aeroplane necklace he got from a flight to America. I never doubted he loved me, and my mother stayed at home and took care of us.
When I was twelve, my father lost his job, and money was tight. It put too much strain on my parent's relationship, and they were divorced by the time I was fourteen. That was the year I decided to become baptized; while my mother was always tired and stressed, the Church was the one place our family could be peaceful. I've never blamed my father for leaving, and I don't think I ever will; we still talk, and I visited him on holidays until I was fifteen. Though, [float][margin][/margin][/float] from seeing my parent's example...when I find the woman that I want to marry, I'm going to make sure she's the one, and I'm never leaving her. Until death do us part, right?
After my parents divorce was finalized, my mother could no longer afford a flat. My father readily offered to help her out financially, but she's always been too stubborn to accept help. Instead, she got her citizenship and moved us to America -- the land of opportunity, they say. It was cheaper to live there, anyway, and my mother picked Virgina at random.
I attended highschool in America, where I met my current best friends Rebecca and Lucas. Freshmen year had been one of the worst years for me; I had just finished Year 9, and over the summer was when we moved to the Sates. At the time, I had high hopes for the country -- my cousin Bevan was to attend university there, and Bevan had talked about the States in high regards. For me, actually being there was not as grand. The kids at my school were ruthless, and I was teased for my unruliness: my short and skinny body, my glasses, my giant, messy curls, and of course the accent and the voice. A girl stood up for me one time, and we started talking. Rebecca Ollymi was the only change that made high school bearable for me: after befriending her (along with her friend, Lucas) I began to finally feel at home, making additional friends and returning to my cheery self.
Bevan left England a few years later, and got accepted to a college in North Carolina. Senior year, Rebecca got accepted to the same college and--no surprise--Lucas also happen to be attending there was well. All signs pointed to my attendance at Miala University. I've never had book or street smarts, but I got away with numerous humanitarian scholarships, and hours of volunteer work.
[float][margin][/margin][/float] So, that leaves me here: working as a waiter to make some extra cash and pay for my coffee addiction; hopelessly in love with my best friend; and simply trying to find my place in this world.
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