Post by max keys on Jul 22, 2009 1:39:55 GMT -5
show the world a little style,
a little attitude
[/color]a little attitude
JOSEPHALEXANDERKEYS[/color][/font][/b]
sup, my name is TURKEY
been breathing air for EIGHTEEN years now
but only been living for FOUR PLUS
you can drop me a line at turkoizdog (AIM) or PM me or jessica ryan (also me)
hey teachers, hey creatures,
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nicknames: he goes by max, but nobody knows why
age: 15
birthday: October 3
gender: male
orientation: bisexual
school year: sophomore
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just wait
take a breath of air before you faint
[/color][/font][/center]take a breath of air before you faint
height: 6'0"
weight: 135 lbs
build: Tall, muscular, but slim
eyes: They're usually between light and dark blue-gray.
hair: It's brown and slightly wavy. Nothing special. Sometimes he styles it.
distinguishing features: His smirk (if he's smirking) and his eyes.
tattoos and piercings: None
personal style: His clothing has a pretty wide variety. He has a collection of button downs, blazers, and jackets he got from his father that he refuses to get rid of. He also has the grungier clothing, the t-shirts, singlets, and jeans. He rarely to never wears shorts; he's too used to wearing long pants and jeans. Also, you're more likely to see him in a long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up or a singlet than in a t-shirt. Again, just what he's used to. Except for his jackets and the occasional tie or hat, he isn't one to accessorize either. Most of the colors he wears are neutral: greys, browns, black and white. Sometimes orange and green, but they're dull brown-orange or grey-green. You'll never see him in bright colors.
appearance: He's pretty tall and muscular from playing sports, but at first glance he doesn't look like an athlete. He has good posture and is slightly tanned, although not much. He looks like just another pretty boy, but he certainly doesn't act like one.
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do you think you're right,wronged,
or do you think you'll fight?
[/color][/center][/font]or do you think you'll fight?
dislikes: math, most academic things (other than language-related), death, being ignored, too much junk food, being scolded, his real first name, his past, messing up, things not working
strengths: Energetic, outgoing, talented, loves having fun, bisexual
weaknesses: immature, can't control emotions, too protective, loves standing out, bisexual
greatest fear: Death
greatest desire: To discover something.
habits and quirks: He grins and smirks a lot. He chuckles a lot. He does something with his hands (plays with them, runs them through his hair) when he's bored, anxious, etc.
overall personality: The first thing you need to know about Joseph is not to call him Joseph. Ever. Nobody knows why, but he instead goes by the name Max. Anyway, Max has a dark past that he doesn't like sharing. He instead pushes it to the back of his mind in hopes of starting over, and puts on a happier front. This seems to work well, because he's a very outgoing, dramatic, and happy guy. Well, dramatic because he's an actor. He loves acting and loves theater. He even writes his own plays and one acts. Alongside acting and writing, he enjoys and appreciates art (like drawing) and reading.
Max is energetic and can be immature sometimes. He loves to have fun, whether this means playing video games or pulling harmless pranks on his friends. He has a tendency to befriend women, probably because he's been involved in theater from a young age. He also likes playing baseball and soccer. He tends to exaggerate sometimes and loves standing out. Also, he is bisexual.
Max likes animals and spending time in nature. He's very protective of his loved ones, although other than that, he doesn't like fighting. He can let his emotions get the best of him sometimes, and it takes time before he calms down. He tries to be nice to everyone, though.
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we are young, we are done
we ain't fighting nothing
[/color][/font][/center]we ain't fighting nothing
father: Casey Keys, 40, shop owner
siblings: Mischa Keys, 13, eighth grade
extended family:
pets: Razzy, Border Collie, 1 year old
nationality: French
birthplace: New York
history: Max grew up in a happy, typically normal family. His parents loved theater and so he was exposed to it a lot growing up. Even in elementary school, he'd play little roles in the local plays. These were mainly small roles, like a ring bearer in a wedding scene or an orphan in Oliver Twist. He loved being in plays, and grew up loving plays.
When he was 12, his mother was killed. The whole family was out and she was killed in a drive-by shooting. Luckily the rest of the family was unharmed. Max had always been a mama's boy, so he took it especially hard. His father went into a depression, so he had to take care of Mischa and make sure she stayed strong. It was rough, but this only brought the family closer in the end.
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way outside yourself
there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
[/color][/center][/font]there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
member title:
roleplay sample:
Note: This is for a character on another site, who has the power of muscle mimicry and blows up delis to protest. He's like an extreme vegetarian. 
In a small lot behind the neighborhood shops, a group of kids were playing baseball. They'd been playing for a while, and it was getting dark out, but they didn't seem to notice. Austin chuckled to himself, shaking his head as one tripped over second base, letting the runner pass him. From his spot atop one of the small buildings nearby, he could see everything. The kid was blaming the runner for tripping him, but Austin could tell that the kid just needed to tie his shoelaces better.
The next batter was clearly the oldest. He'd hit a couple of home runs so far and if he hit another the game would be tied. Austin pulled a baseball out of his jacket pocket, anticipating what would happen next.
Just as he expected, the batter hit the ball up into the air. "Where'd it go?" someone asked.
CRASH! The reply rang out, as the ball that had been in Austin's hand sailed through the window of a butcher shop a couple of buildings over.
"RUN!" someone yelled, and all the kids scattered. It seemed they hadn't realized that the shop had closed, and so nobody would be inside.
Austin stood, taking a running jump from the rooftop he was on to that of the next building. He knew watching that silly Spiderman movie would come in handy somehow. When he reached the corner of the roof closest to the shop, he kneeled down and removed a peculiar looking contraption from his pocket. It consisted of two sacs and some sort of gadget in between. It was a rather crude form of chemical bomb, but at least not as crude as water balloon method, as he'd used before. He could thank Mad Science for having already taught him something useful. Maybe by graduation time, he'd be able to make a proper chemical bomb.
He pressed a button on the contraption and tossed it lightly through the hole already in the window. Then, quickly, he removed his jacket and turned it inside out, swapping dark leather for a lighter cream color. Thank god for reversible jackets, he thought to himself. He quickly made his way over to the other side of the roof and after making sure nobody was there, he jumped down softly. Time to head home.
However, on his way home, he ran into a bit of trouble. Rain, to be exact. It started as a light drizzle; nothing that bothered him. Then, it grew, harder and harder. He swore mentally. It was times like these when he wished he could drive. There was no way he was taking the bus (last time he had, he'd been hit on by some homeless woman). But, look! A house! Holding the collar of his jacket up over his head, he ran across the street and under the awning over the front door. He pulled his jacket back down and straightened out his clothing before ringing the doorbell. It opened no more than a minute later.
"Excuse me miss, but could I use your phone?"
In a small lot behind the neighborhood shops, a group of kids were playing baseball. They'd been playing for a while, and it was getting dark out, but they didn't seem to notice. Austin chuckled to himself, shaking his head as one tripped over second base, letting the runner pass him. From his spot atop one of the small buildings nearby, he could see everything. The kid was blaming the runner for tripping him, but Austin could tell that the kid just needed to tie his shoelaces better.
The next batter was clearly the oldest. He'd hit a couple of home runs so far and if he hit another the game would be tied. Austin pulled a baseball out of his jacket pocket, anticipating what would happen next.
Just as he expected, the batter hit the ball up into the air. "Where'd it go?" someone asked.
CRASH! The reply rang out, as the ball that had been in Austin's hand sailed through the window of a butcher shop a couple of buildings over.
"RUN!" someone yelled, and all the kids scattered. It seemed they hadn't realized that the shop had closed, and so nobody would be inside.
Austin stood, taking a running jump from the rooftop he was on to that of the next building. He knew watching that silly Spiderman movie would come in handy somehow. When he reached the corner of the roof closest to the shop, he kneeled down and removed a peculiar looking contraption from his pocket. It consisted of two sacs and some sort of gadget in between. It was a rather crude form of chemical bomb, but at least not as crude as water balloon method, as he'd used before. He could thank Mad Science for having already taught him something useful. Maybe by graduation time, he'd be able to make a proper chemical bomb.
He pressed a button on the contraption and tossed it lightly through the hole already in the window. Then, quickly, he removed his jacket and turned it inside out, swapping dark leather for a lighter cream color. Thank god for reversible jackets, he thought to himself. He quickly made his way over to the other side of the roof and after making sure nobody was there, he jumped down softly. Time to head home.
However, on his way home, he ran into a bit of trouble. Rain, to be exact. It started as a light drizzle; nothing that bothered him. Then, it grew, harder and harder. He swore mentally. It was times like these when he wished he could drive. There was no way he was taking the bus (last time he had, he'd been hit on by some homeless woman). But, look! A house! Holding the collar of his jacket up over his head, he ran across the street and under the awning over the front door. He pulled his jacket back down and straightened out his clothing before ringing the doorbell. It opened no more than a minute later.
"Excuse me miss, but could I use your phone?"
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I WANTED TO BE ME !
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