Post by Kyle Vincelli on Sept 11, 2007 21:33:16 GMT -5
Name: Kyle Edward Vincelli
Age/Grade: 15/Freshman
Character PB: Matthew Lush
Neighborhood/Dorm: Dorm
Extra Curricular Activities:
Drums Kyle plays the drums in his spare time. There's just something about pounding on those suckers that just takes away the pain.
Personality:
Kyle is one of those boys. You know, the one that all the girls want. The super hot one you see in the hallway and want but once you talk to him you realize he's kind of an asshole. Kyle is tough, on the outside at least. He's sarcastic, and quick to insult and bruise people. I wouldn't insult this kid, the last kid who did ended up with a broken nose. This tough exterior protects Kyle. Inside he's a super sensitive boy. He writes in a diary every night, revealing his innermost feelings.
History:
He had the ideal childhood. Growing up in the suburbs, loving mom, faithful dad. Throughout Elementary and Middle school, he was a soccer champ, middle forward. Mom and dad were thrilled, their son was going to go to an Ivy League School on a scholarship. Did they expect too much? Who knows. They pushed young Kyle harder and harder, one more sports team, extra practices, one more club. It's hard, you know?
Faithful mom, she loved her son. One day in seventh grade, she walked into Kyle's room and gasped. Was that kyle, on the bed? With another boy? What were they doing? It couldn't be possible..... Our Kyle...gay? No no no. They sent him to the priest, called hotlines. They wouldn't let their precious son be an abomination. But in Kyle's eyes, kissing one boy (or a few) didn't make you gay. He wasn't sure what he was. He liked girls, that was for sure. But he also liked guys. Anyway, back to mom and dad. Mom and dad didn't know what to do. They sent him away, to boarding school. That's how lovely Kyle got here, a freshman. Confused about life, himself, these weird feelings. It was like puberty all over again.
Current Stats:
-Bisexual?
-Confused
-Brown Hair/Brown Eyes
-four piercings.
two lip, hips
-Listening to the Used
-drummer
-looking for a band
-and possibly a boy?
Sample RP:
A buzzing filled the almost empty room. An alarm clocked rocked on the bedside table, the neon green numbers displaying a time of 7:00 am. A semi-tan hand reached up and fumbled around, successfully knocking the clock off the table. "Fuck" A barely awake voice groaned. A tousled head appeared, brown hair sticking up in random spikes. Half open mocha eyes scanned the floor. The adolescent groaned again and threw off the covers, revealing well shaped abs and pecs, two surface piercings on either hips shone dimly in the light of the room. "KYLE GET UPPP" A commanding feminine voice issued an order from behind the door. The boy grunted in reply and stood up, unplugging the clock. He stumbled into the bathroom and deftly turned on the sink, eyes still half closed. Splashing cold water on his face, he began to wake up more. He looked into the mirror and scrutinized himself. Will they like me? What are the kids like? Are they all fuck-ups? Questions ran through his head at a rapid pace. Shutting down his brain, he turned off the sink. lets just play it by ear, ol' boy he gave himself a mental pat on the back and pulled on some black skinny jeans and a random band t-shirt. He buckled on a white belt and slipped on some vans. Grabbing the large suitcase, he rolled it without much difficulty out of the room into the hall, into a large kitchen. A super blonde woman pursed her lips do you want anything to eat' Kyle looked up and shook his head, not quite awake. "Naw, ill get coffee at the airport." The blonde woman shook her head, "Ill grab my keys" She dissapeared into a different room and returned with a set of keys belonging to a land rover. She motioned for him to follow her to garage. He rolled his suitcase along sleepily.
The airport was busy, it was actually one of his favorite places to be. So many people who knew what they were doing, or at least looking that way. They had a sense of direction, a purpose. If only kyle had that, a definite path. He glanced at the blonde woman, awkwardly giving her a hug. This woman was his mother, but she was an ice queen. No feelings, she had stopped loving him a long time ago, relations were kept up for social reasons only. ."Have fun at....School" He waved to her and ambled to the security line. He finally could start over, a new life, a new school, new people, etc. It was the beginning he was looking for. He could re-invent himself. Who knows what life could bring. He made it through the security line with no major mishaps. Now for coffee, one of the main food groups in his diet. Caffeine addiction is a bitch, but hey we all have our vices. He quickly obtained a decent Cappechino and sipped it gratefully. He glanced at his watch, still an hour to go. Pulling out his cell phone he composed a message to all his friends.
"Im leaving. Ill miss you all! i love you!"
These were the people he loved and cared about, ex boyfriends, ex girlfriends, just best friends. to the majority of the other people he sent this message.
"Im leaving bitches, be back on holidays. I wont misss youu but i know you'll miss meee."
Yea, so kyle was a bit of an ass. It's okay, he had to keep the facade up, no one wanted to be called a fag. He found his way to his gate, sitting down and sipping coffee, idly biting a lip piercing, the taste of the metal strange against the butteryness of the coffee. He glanced at his watch again, sigh. He hated waiting. Well, new school. Here came trouble.
