Post by Taren Frost on Oct 2, 2007 0:02:14 GMT -5
Name: Taren Joseph Frost
Age/Grade: Seventeen candles accidentally eaten off the cake. He’s finally a senior.
Character PB: Aaron Rothe
Neighborhood/Dorm: In the dorms. He isn’t sure where yet, though. He just moved in.
Extra Curricular Activities: Taren enjoys playing piano; the boy has taken lessons for the instrument since he was eight. He recently stopped lessons, but he still plays constantly. He would like to be in a band, so if you're looking for one, contact, contact! He's a very talented vocalist also, think Joe Jonas (The Jonas Brothers) meets Soul Glow Activator (Family Force 5).
As well as being a musician, Taren gets pleasure from nature and eating healthy. He's rather active, the boy goes running every morning and doesn't eat much meat if he can help it. He's actually addicted to caramel lattes, though, however bad for you they may be, and he's not against the occasional social drink. Maybe 'occasional' isn't the word. He's a heavy partier.
Personality:
Main Entry: pro•mis•cu•ous
Pronunciation: pr&-'mis-ky&-w&s
Function: adjective
Etymology: Latin promiscuous, from pro- forth + miscEre to mix -- more at
1 : composed of all sorts of persons or things
2 : not restricted to one class, sort, or person (education...cheapened through the promiscuous distribution of diplomas -- Norman Cousins)
3 : not restricted to one love partner
-see Taren
It’s not like he’s always like that either, there is a good side to him. Everyone has a good side right, no one is completely bad to Taren- that’s just a fact. He’s mostly just like that to people he doesn’t like to his friends he couldn’t be better. When he’s around people he likes he can be playful, humorous and just all round fun. If someone he knows is aspiring towards something then he will do his best to help them get there. He’s loyal and people know they can depend on him.
He is quite a darling male if you ever get too know him, always with a smile on his lips and that radiant essence of cleanliness about him. He’s a very neat sort of person; he likes things to be in order if not perfect and most certainly hates anything to do with filth. Being sweaty, scummy and crawling in filthy isn’t exactly his most treasured thought of the year and when around him, it’s easy to note that. Taren likes his showers, his nice little washes and making himself look nice and tidy. Sort of a disorder really, a faint strain of OCD that creeps through the back realms of his mind. By far it certainly isn’t over-powering, but the simply little note of it is all one needs to get into the habit.
Despite this though, he doesn’t mind things like messiness when it comes to humans though, he doesn’t believe that everyone is coated with bacteria and out to get him. He loves to be cuddled, to be snuggled and pampered and indeed, if getting messy is what it takes he’ll gladly do it. Taren can get high off the simplest of gestures and his mood will be made remotely bright for the rest of the day. Sure he can have his bad times, perhaps when he is pushed away too much. It's not that he can’t live without attention, nor is it that he could never be a loner, though getting isolated and ignored is a thing he most definitely hate.
It's easy to see that he isn't exactly the straightest of men; he just has a stronger 'taste' in men than he does for women, simple really. He is a hard person to crack; trying the seduction method on Taren never really works. He doesn't fall into charm tricks from fluttering eyelashes and soft coos, he knows all the tricks in the book simply because he performs half of them. Taren is quite the little seducer - even though he appears shy - he can put on quite a bit of a show if he is in the mood for it. Most the time, nine times out of ten he will get what he wants.
It's in his good talent to change his personality ways quite easily, he has been described as a bit bi-polar that way. Like his clothing he can swing from mood to mood, perhaps going from happy to sad. People who know him and live with him learn to adapt to this sort of thing, it isn't that terrible. With new people, it can be a bit of a confusion thing though. Yet, despite his slight-bi-polar ness he can always pull a smile when it’s needed, no mater what mood he's in.
Taren most certainly does not like to be messed about with, he doesn't like to have his head messed around or his thoughts all jumbled. He won’t stand to hear crap from other people; he hates liars and doesn't like to be fed crap. Taren does take quite a while to build up his trust with another, he doesn't just toss it around in big handfuls for any old grimy idiot to catch and abuse. Honestly, the boy has been through hurt and all the works, been there and back, got the t-shirt and he regrets every minute of it. Though he doesn't like to hear lies, now and then a few will spill past his own lips, these can range at spans of little white lies to big ones. The fact that he does them disgusts him a little bit but it's just an automatic reaction, his bodies own defense mechanism.
He has a sharp tongue and really he can't control it half the time, when in a bad mood it can be especially awful. He can cut people with his words, bring them down to a point that they feel like dirt. His tongue is barbed yet hidden away, that acid bitter side of him rarely comes out, but when it does it hits hard. The one simple rule to Taren is 'don't play with fire or you'll get burnt'. It is a saying that goes, well, without needing an explanation; it just depends on how you look at it.
History:
There’s not much to say about his childhood, it was average. He went to a decent school, handed his homework in on time, and got decent grades for the work that he did, they weren’t the best but they were good enough. He joined a few after school clubs and had good group of friends to go out with in middle school. He rarely did anything wrong and when he did most of the time it was accidental. He spent most of his weekends with his father out doing some sort of normal father son activity. And on Sunday morning the whole family would go to the church. In same ways I suppose you could say he was the perfect child.
But no ones perfect, it’s a fact of life and Taren’s no exception to that. His first year at high school just proved that. Everything just started changing for the boy, grades dropping and his group of friends changed. Sure his parents thought that it just suddenly happened, that he’d just come home from school and started to ignore them. It definitely hadn’t happened like that it had taken weeks they just hadn’t noticed. When he said he’d meet them at the church and then just wouldn’t show up they believed his excuses, and why shouldn’t they their little boy had never done anything wrong.
But their opinion on that changed; well it would do when you find you’re son’s stash in his room while cleaning it. So they sat down and talked to him asked him what kind of impression was this setting to his little sister Lucy and he said sorry and that he’d stop. And they trusted him, it’s not like they saw him when he was out with his friends at night getting in the children’s play area not caring that the glass bottles they left broken on the ground could injure a small child.
And then one day it changed so that it was just his mother, Lucy and himself. His father had been in a car accident on the way home from work, a drunk driver having crashed into the side of his car. And this, it actually stopped him for a while. There was no way he wanted to end up killing someone because of his habits, that’s just something he didn’t want to do. He lasted a year.
He could blame it on his sister but that wouldn’t be fair because it just wasn’t her fault. It’s not like she /chose/ to die. He could’ve blamed the doctors but they had done everything that they could to save the young girl but there’s not much you can do for a small child that was dieing of cancer. Surely it was better for her to die then rather then later when she would be in more pain.
So now it was just his mother and himself all alone in their Las Vegas penthouse. Taren back to his old way was barely ever there and his mother was always at the shop she owned earning the money for the rent, food and other such items. She always worked late, every night. Why was Taren meant to think that the one day of the week he wanted her to be late home she wouldn’t be? So really it wasn’t his fault that he was caught in his room with the boy he’d told his mum was ‘just a friend’. Now seeing as his mother was a strict Christian anything that the Bible claimed a sin was defiantly not aloud, which was why he was immediately shipped off to boarding school.
Current Stats:
Likes:
[+]Girls and boys
[+]Kisses, hugs, PDA in general
[+]Planning cute dates
[+]Colored pencils
[+]Getting snail-mail
[+]Reading British literature
[+]Having nice hair
[+]Photography
[+]Parties
Dislikes:
[-]Being single
[-]Kids
[-]Cows
[-]Baseball hats
[-]Hot weather
[-]Humidity
[-]Cliques
[-]Dumb people
[-]Action movies
Dreams:
[/li][li]To be in a touring band
[/li][li]Find a significant other
Fears:
[~]Separation
[~]Long distance relationships
[~]Mosh pits
Sample RP:
Sunlight flooded in through the window on the second floor. The mass of blankets on the bed moved, and one skinny, feminine hand reached out from underneath them to pat around the nightstand. The hand seemed to have found what it desired, a pair of glasses. Once taking them, the blankets were thrown off and a delicate boy emerged. His brown hair was stylishly disheveled and his brown eyes shot around the room.
What had happened last night?
A pair of his jeans was discarded by the door, and two feet away from the bed lay his red Wolfmother shirt. Rising, Taren glanced at his nightstand. A piece of paper lay on it that wasn't there last he remembered. He picked it up and read over it quickly.
'hey babe last night was amazing call me.
xoxo and more 303-485-4209'
Taren stared at it, blankly, before sitting back on his bed, eyes wide. God, how drunk was he last night? Who's number was this? The writing wasn't someone's he recognized, and it could pass for a male or female. Neither of the options would surprise him. He was on the rebound from Paige, so wasn't he entitled to a fling?
"I hope you choke, Taren Frost."
Those were the last words Paige had said to him before they officially ended. It was a messy breakup, with Paige screaming at him inside a Caribou Coffee because he was apparently cheating on her with Sarah. No one had informed him of this fact, but Taren was willing to bet Paige wanted a way to end the relationship and she lived for drama.
In a way, it made sense she would want a scene where she ran off, sobbing, and he was left standing there, coffee in hand, looking confused.
Please, save me the theatrics, babe.
'Girls are so frikken emotional.' Taren thought as he rose and went to his closet. Pulling it open, he selected a tight, yet worn at the knees, pair of jeans and a black Chiodos shirt.
He discarded his former clothes-er, or lack there of, seeing as he was only clad in bright yellow boxers. As he pulled on the fresh, clean clothes, he glanced at the clock.
"Oh, damn it!" He exclaimed, seizing his black and red Vans off of the floor and running downstairs. He collided with his friend Blaine, who for some reason was in the guys dorm.
"When are you going to stop having random people over to your room?" She asked pointedly.
Taren stopped his dash to the car and stared at her.
"Can you tell me who it was?" He asked her. She shrugged. "Come on, Blaine!" He yelled at her. She stared at him.
"Well, since you can't seem to remember your lover, I'll tell you. It was a boy, about five-eight, emo- obviously, rainbow, wore a The Used shirt, had a tattoo on his-" Taren's mouth dropped open.
"Shoot. That's Spencer."
"Obviously." Blaine smirked, walking off.
Taren shook it off and continued outside. He began the five-minute drive to the school building, plunking his iPOD headphones into his ears. Soon, he was humming along to the soft sound of Stephen Christian's voice as he sang Adelaide. The walk was uneventful, and he was soon walking into the building.[/size]
Age/Grade: Seventeen candles accidentally eaten off the cake. He’s finally a senior.
Character PB: Aaron Rothe
Neighborhood/Dorm: In the dorms. He isn’t sure where yet, though. He just moved in.
Extra Curricular Activities: Taren enjoys playing piano; the boy has taken lessons for the instrument since he was eight. He recently stopped lessons, but he still plays constantly. He would like to be in a band, so if you're looking for one, contact, contact! He's a very talented vocalist also, think Joe Jonas (The Jonas Brothers) meets Soul Glow Activator (Family Force 5).
As well as being a musician, Taren gets pleasure from nature and eating healthy. He's rather active, the boy goes running every morning and doesn't eat much meat if he can help it. He's actually addicted to caramel lattes, though, however bad for you they may be, and he's not against the occasional social drink. Maybe 'occasional' isn't the word. He's a heavy partier.
Personality:
Main Entry: pro•mis•cu•ous
Pronunciation: pr&-'mis-ky&-w&s
Function: adjective
Etymology: Latin promiscuous, from pro- forth + miscEre to mix -- more at
1 : composed of all sorts of persons or things
2 : not restricted to one class, sort, or person (education...cheapened through the promiscuous distribution of diplomas -- Norman Cousins)
3 : not restricted to one love partner
-see Taren
It’s not like he’s always like that either, there is a good side to him. Everyone has a good side right, no one is completely bad to Taren- that’s just a fact. He’s mostly just like that to people he doesn’t like to his friends he couldn’t be better. When he’s around people he likes he can be playful, humorous and just all round fun. If someone he knows is aspiring towards something then he will do his best to help them get there. He’s loyal and people know they can depend on him.
He is quite a darling male if you ever get too know him, always with a smile on his lips and that radiant essence of cleanliness about him. He’s a very neat sort of person; he likes things to be in order if not perfect and most certainly hates anything to do with filth. Being sweaty, scummy and crawling in filthy isn’t exactly his most treasured thought of the year and when around him, it’s easy to note that. Taren likes his showers, his nice little washes and making himself look nice and tidy. Sort of a disorder really, a faint strain of OCD that creeps through the back realms of his mind. By far it certainly isn’t over-powering, but the simply little note of it is all one needs to get into the habit.
Despite this though, he doesn’t mind things like messiness when it comes to humans though, he doesn’t believe that everyone is coated with bacteria and out to get him. He loves to be cuddled, to be snuggled and pampered and indeed, if getting messy is what it takes he’ll gladly do it. Taren can get high off the simplest of gestures and his mood will be made remotely bright for the rest of the day. Sure he can have his bad times, perhaps when he is pushed away too much. It's not that he can’t live without attention, nor is it that he could never be a loner, though getting isolated and ignored is a thing he most definitely hate.
It's easy to see that he isn't exactly the straightest of men; he just has a stronger 'taste' in men than he does for women, simple really. He is a hard person to crack; trying the seduction method on Taren never really works. He doesn't fall into charm tricks from fluttering eyelashes and soft coos, he knows all the tricks in the book simply because he performs half of them. Taren is quite the little seducer - even though he appears shy - he can put on quite a bit of a show if he is in the mood for it. Most the time, nine times out of ten he will get what he wants.
It's in his good talent to change his personality ways quite easily, he has been described as a bit bi-polar that way. Like his clothing he can swing from mood to mood, perhaps going from happy to sad. People who know him and live with him learn to adapt to this sort of thing, it isn't that terrible. With new people, it can be a bit of a confusion thing though. Yet, despite his slight-bi-polar ness he can always pull a smile when it’s needed, no mater what mood he's in.
Taren most certainly does not like to be messed about with, he doesn't like to have his head messed around or his thoughts all jumbled. He won’t stand to hear crap from other people; he hates liars and doesn't like to be fed crap. Taren does take quite a while to build up his trust with another, he doesn't just toss it around in big handfuls for any old grimy idiot to catch and abuse. Honestly, the boy has been through hurt and all the works, been there and back, got the t-shirt and he regrets every minute of it. Though he doesn't like to hear lies, now and then a few will spill past his own lips, these can range at spans of little white lies to big ones. The fact that he does them disgusts him a little bit but it's just an automatic reaction, his bodies own defense mechanism.
He has a sharp tongue and really he can't control it half the time, when in a bad mood it can be especially awful. He can cut people with his words, bring them down to a point that they feel like dirt. His tongue is barbed yet hidden away, that acid bitter side of him rarely comes out, but when it does it hits hard. The one simple rule to Taren is 'don't play with fire or you'll get burnt'. It is a saying that goes, well, without needing an explanation; it just depends on how you look at it.
History:
There’s not much to say about his childhood, it was average. He went to a decent school, handed his homework in on time, and got decent grades for the work that he did, they weren’t the best but they were good enough. He joined a few after school clubs and had good group of friends to go out with in middle school. He rarely did anything wrong and when he did most of the time it was accidental. He spent most of his weekends with his father out doing some sort of normal father son activity. And on Sunday morning the whole family would go to the church. In same ways I suppose you could say he was the perfect child.
But no ones perfect, it’s a fact of life and Taren’s no exception to that. His first year at high school just proved that. Everything just started changing for the boy, grades dropping and his group of friends changed. Sure his parents thought that it just suddenly happened, that he’d just come home from school and started to ignore them. It definitely hadn’t happened like that it had taken weeks they just hadn’t noticed. When he said he’d meet them at the church and then just wouldn’t show up they believed his excuses, and why shouldn’t they their little boy had never done anything wrong.
But their opinion on that changed; well it would do when you find you’re son’s stash in his room while cleaning it. So they sat down and talked to him asked him what kind of impression was this setting to his little sister Lucy and he said sorry and that he’d stop. And they trusted him, it’s not like they saw him when he was out with his friends at night getting in the children’s play area not caring that the glass bottles they left broken on the ground could injure a small child.
And then one day it changed so that it was just his mother, Lucy and himself. His father had been in a car accident on the way home from work, a drunk driver having crashed into the side of his car. And this, it actually stopped him for a while. There was no way he wanted to end up killing someone because of his habits, that’s just something he didn’t want to do. He lasted a year.
He could blame it on his sister but that wouldn’t be fair because it just wasn’t her fault. It’s not like she /chose/ to die. He could’ve blamed the doctors but they had done everything that they could to save the young girl but there’s not much you can do for a small child that was dieing of cancer. Surely it was better for her to die then rather then later when she would be in more pain.
So now it was just his mother and himself all alone in their Las Vegas penthouse. Taren back to his old way was barely ever there and his mother was always at the shop she owned earning the money for the rent, food and other such items. She always worked late, every night. Why was Taren meant to think that the one day of the week he wanted her to be late home she wouldn’t be? So really it wasn’t his fault that he was caught in his room with the boy he’d told his mum was ‘just a friend’. Now seeing as his mother was a strict Christian anything that the Bible claimed a sin was defiantly not aloud, which was why he was immediately shipped off to boarding school.
Current Stats:
Likes:
[+]Girls and boys
[+]Kisses, hugs, PDA in general
[+]Planning cute dates
[+]Colored pencils
[+]Getting snail-mail
[+]Reading British literature
[+]Having nice hair
[+]Photography
[+]Parties
Dislikes:
[-]Being single
[-]Kids
[-]Cows
[-]Baseball hats
[-]Hot weather
[-]Humidity
[-]Cliques
[-]Dumb people
[-]Action movies
Dreams:
[/li][li]To be in a touring band
[/li][li]Find a significant other
Fears:
[~]Separation
[~]Long distance relationships
[~]Mosh pits
Sample RP:
Sunlight flooded in through the window on the second floor. The mass of blankets on the bed moved, and one skinny, feminine hand reached out from underneath them to pat around the nightstand. The hand seemed to have found what it desired, a pair of glasses. Once taking them, the blankets were thrown off and a delicate boy emerged. His brown hair was stylishly disheveled and his brown eyes shot around the room.
What had happened last night?
A pair of his jeans was discarded by the door, and two feet away from the bed lay his red Wolfmother shirt. Rising, Taren glanced at his nightstand. A piece of paper lay on it that wasn't there last he remembered. He picked it up and read over it quickly.
'hey babe last night was amazing call me.
xoxo and more 303-485-4209'
Taren stared at it, blankly, before sitting back on his bed, eyes wide. God, how drunk was he last night? Who's number was this? The writing wasn't someone's he recognized, and it could pass for a male or female. Neither of the options would surprise him. He was on the rebound from Paige, so wasn't he entitled to a fling?
"I hope you choke, Taren Frost."
Those were the last words Paige had said to him before they officially ended. It was a messy breakup, with Paige screaming at him inside a Caribou Coffee because he was apparently cheating on her with Sarah. No one had informed him of this fact, but Taren was willing to bet Paige wanted a way to end the relationship and she lived for drama.
In a way, it made sense she would want a scene where she ran off, sobbing, and he was left standing there, coffee in hand, looking confused.
Please, save me the theatrics, babe.
'Girls are so frikken emotional.' Taren thought as he rose and went to his closet. Pulling it open, he selected a tight, yet worn at the knees, pair of jeans and a black Chiodos shirt.
He discarded his former clothes-er, or lack there of, seeing as he was only clad in bright yellow boxers. As he pulled on the fresh, clean clothes, he glanced at the clock.
"Oh, damn it!" He exclaimed, seizing his black and red Vans off of the floor and running downstairs. He collided with his friend Blaine, who for some reason was in the guys dorm.
"When are you going to stop having random people over to your room?" She asked pointedly.
Taren stopped his dash to the car and stared at her.
"Can you tell me who it was?" He asked her. She shrugged. "Come on, Blaine!" He yelled at her. She stared at him.
"Well, since you can't seem to remember your lover, I'll tell you. It was a boy, about five-eight, emo- obviously, rainbow, wore a The Used shirt, had a tattoo on his-" Taren's mouth dropped open.
"Shoot. That's Spencer."
"Obviously." Blaine smirked, walking off.
Taren shook it off and continued outside. He began the five-minute drive to the school building, plunking his iPOD headphones into his ears. Soon, he was humming along to the soft sound of Stephen Christian's voice as he sang Adelaide. The walk was uneventful, and he was soon walking into the building.[/size]
