Post by Georg Engle on Dec 12, 2009 16:47:34 GMT -5
WARNING!: the following is a lazy, low-muse application. ><
Name : Ameeeee (<< spelled wrong)
Age : Four to the teen, baybeh
Experience : Psht. Intermediate / Advanced
Characters : Kale, Bill, Skye, Emerie, 'n Kota. (I bez balancing it out, boys and gurlz)
Name : Georg Christian Engle
Age : Seventeen
D.O.B : December the Fifth
Playby : ... who do you think? Jk, jk. Georg Listing
Occupation/Grade : Da 11th
Likes : playing bass, David Hasselhoff, guitar-heavy music, the color black, girls, pie, chocolate
Dislikes : light colors, seafood, Chinese takeout (or any Chinese, for that matter), any fast food, crowded places
Habbits : smirking (even when not called for), tossing his hair, playing air-bass
Flaws : over-protective, defensive, trusts too much in stereotypes
Pet Peeves : When people throw "like" in between every other word.
Strengths : making jokes, making new friends, playing sports
Weaknesses : school, sportsmanship, patience, ... school....
[/li][li] Georg is very protective of those he cares about. He doesn't like to lose people. That doesn't make him clingy. He doesn't go out of his way to make them feel special and accepted just so they won't leave him. Imagine an older brother standing up for his little sister. That's how Georg is with his friends. He's a humorous person, always up for a good laugh. He's also mischievous. His sense of humor is what people would call a dry one. If you get it, the jokes is hysterical. If not, the joke blows by without you noticing. Georg is also extremely sensitive to the problems of others. He is a very empathetic person, and he can easily relate. He likes to help comfort those in pain. Finally, he's insanely competitive. Hence why he's on the football team. Play him on home turf, and you can count yourself a loser as soon as you set foot on the field.[/size][/blockquote]
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From the beginning, Georg's life was not a very good one. His mother died right off the bat from complications with his birth. His father was in no position to raise a baby by himself, so he really had no choice. He took Georg to the local orphanage, and dropped him off on the steps outside the door. It was there that he was discovered the next morning, when the headmistress went out for the paper. She took him inside, got him cleaned up, and suddenly, the orphanage was his home.
That was where Georg lived for the next two years. Until a friendly family finally adopted him, the chubby toddler that he was. He grew up never feeling as though he had missed out on anything. His new family took very good care of him. They treated him as though he were their blood-son. The only one who didn't was his older cousin. He was only older by two years, but he acted superior to everyone. Georg was always the object of his torment. It was nine more years of being bullied relentlessly by his cousin, who seemed to be over at his house more than his own.
The constant ragging of cousin Jason ended when Georg started middle school. It was that year that Georg discovered his athletic abilities. They started playing real sports in gym, rather than four-square, dodge ball, tag, and all the other crap they played in elementary school. Rather than get run over and taunted during gym class, Georg decided to put himself out there and see what happened. He ended up being the star player of his team in every sport they tried, be it football, volleyball, soccer, or team hand ball.
As soon as the opportunity was given him, Georg tried out for the football team. And the baseball team. And any other sports team he could sing up for without having overlapping practices. He made every team he tried out for... except track. He couldn't run very fast because he had excess body weight slowing him down. Approaching his father, Georg asked if they could exercise together. As great an idea as his father claimed that was, he also claimed not to have the time. So he hired a personal trainer to take his place. Georg lost some weight, built some muscle, and won him some cheerleaders.[/size][/blockquote]
Family [black];;[/black]
Cane McCarthy, no idea, no idea - birth father, abandoned Georg shortly after brith
Richard Engle, 46, marketing director - adoptive father
Elizabeth McCarthy, deceased, none - birth mother
Marianne Engle, 45, publicist - adoptive mother
Elizabeth (Elly) Engle, 9, student
Jason Engle, maternal cousin, 19,jackass McDonald's employee to pay his way through community college
no pets
RolePlay sample :
How did you find us : ryoueffin'srs.
Best part of the site : The members, 'cause we just be awthum like dat. ;]
Have you read the rules : Chuss. ADMIN EDIT
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* OOC Info*
Name : Ameeeee (<< spelled wrong)
Age : Four to the teen, baybeh
Experience : Psht. Intermediate / Advanced
Characters : Kale, Bill, Skye, Emerie, 'n Kota. (I bez balancing it out, boys and gurlz)
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With moonbeam windows
With moonbeam windows
Name : Georg Christian Engle
Age : Seventeen
D.O.B : December the Fifth
Playby : ... who do you think? Jk, jk. Georg Listing
Occupation/Grade : Da 11th
And with wheels of stars *
[/size][li]Georg has long, straight brunette hair that falls to his shoulders. Sometimes, on extra-hot days, or when exercising, he pulls it back into a pony tail on the nape of his neck. His eyes are green, but from a distance, they are easily mistaken for a lighter shade of brown. Georg has a small cleft in his chin. He doesn't have a butt chin, but there is a small indent.[/li][li] Georg is 6'2'' tall, and exactly 160 pounds of pure muscle. It used to be fat, but his father hired him a personal trainer after he made it on the football team and he got it all toned out. He is fairly pale, considering the time that he spends outside. He's always running around in the sun. Yet somehow, he neither tans, nor burns.[/size][/blockquote]
So hush you little ones and have no fear
Likes : playing bass, David Hasselhoff, guitar-heavy music, the color black, girls, pie, chocolate
Dislikes : light colors, seafood, Chinese takeout (or any Chinese, for that matter), any fast food, crowded places
Habbits : smirking (even when not called for), tossing his hair, playing air-bass
Flaws : over-protective, defensive, trusts too much in stereotypes
Pet Peeves : When people throw "like" in between every other word.
Strengths : making jokes, making new friends, playing sports
Weaknesses : school, sportsmanship, patience, ... school....
[/li][li] Georg is very protective of those he cares about. He doesn't like to lose people. That doesn't make him clingy. He doesn't go out of his way to make them feel special and accepted just so they won't leave him. Imagine an older brother standing up for his little sister. That's how Georg is with his friends. He's a humorous person, always up for a good laugh. He's also mischievous. His sense of humor is what people would call a dry one. If you get it, the jokes is hysterical. If not, the joke blows by without you noticing. Georg is also extremely sensitive to the problems of others. He is a very empathetic person, and he can easily relate. He likes to help comfort those in pain. Finally, he's insanely competitive. Hence why he's on the football team. Play him on home turf, and you can count yourself a loser as soon as you set foot on the field.[/size][/blockquote]
The man in the moon he is the engineer
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From the beginning, Georg's life was not a very good one. His mother died right off the bat from complications with his birth. His father was in no position to raise a baby by himself, so he really had no choice. He took Georg to the local orphanage, and dropped him off on the steps outside the door. It was there that he was discovered the next morning, when the headmistress went out for the paper. She took him inside, got him cleaned up, and suddenly, the orphanage was his home.
That was where Georg lived for the next two years. Until a friendly family finally adopted him, the chubby toddler that he was. He grew up never feeling as though he had missed out on anything. His new family took very good care of him. They treated him as though he were their blood-son. The only one who didn't was his older cousin. He was only older by two years, but he acted superior to everyone. Georg was always the object of his torment. It was nine more years of being bullied relentlessly by his cousin, who seemed to be over at his house more than his own.
The constant ragging of cousin Jason ended when Georg started middle school. It was that year that Georg discovered his athletic abilities. They started playing real sports in gym, rather than four-square, dodge ball, tag, and all the other crap they played in elementary school. Rather than get run over and taunted during gym class, Georg decided to put himself out there and see what happened. He ended up being the star player of his team in every sport they tried, be it football, volleyball, soccer, or team hand ball.
As soon as the opportunity was given him, Georg tried out for the football team. And the baseball team. And any other sports team he could sing up for without having overlapping practices. He made every team he tried out for... except track. He couldn't run very fast because he had excess body weight slowing him down. Approaching his father, Georg asked if they could exercise together. As great an idea as his father claimed that was, he also claimed not to have the time. So he hired a personal trainer to take his place. Georg lost some weight, built some muscle, and won him some cheerleaders.[/size][/blockquote]
*The railroad track it is a moonbeam bright*
[/size]Family [black];;[/black]
Cane McCarthy, no idea, no idea - birth father, abandoned Georg shortly after brith
Richard Engle, 46, marketing director - adoptive father
Elizabeth McCarthy, deceased, none - birth mother
Marianne Engle, 45, publicist - adoptive mother
Elizabeth (Elly) Engle, 9, student
Jason Engle, maternal cousin, 19,
no pets
That leads right up into the starry night
RolePlay sample :
What the hell is going on? Georg thought irritably as he blinked the sleep from his eyes. It was six o'clock in the morning, and he could hear jackhammers roaring outside of the apartment he shared with his "older brother." Not really a brother, more like an amigop. Georg wiped a hand across his brow, brushing his long brown hair away from his eyes. He stood up and crossed the room, heading for the window, swaying a bit on his feet. He couldn't tell if he was on a hangover or not- there was a bit of a fire in the back of his head, but he couldn't remember getting drunk the previous night. He nearly tripped over a discarded pink bunny slipper. Raising his eyebrows, he muttered, "What the heck?" and kicked it out of the way. Madi must have left it there the last time she was over. He made a mental note to come back for it later. It gave him an excuse to pop over to her place. Upon reaching the window, he discovered a bunch of construction workers in their neon orange caution suits down on his front walk, jackhammering the concrete. "Hey!" he called down. "What are you doing? It's six in the morning, for crying out loud!" One of the construction workers looked up at him. Instead of telling him what they were doing, the man flipped him off. Georg felt a feral growl rising in the back of his throat, which he quickly swallowed. Fine, he thought. If I can't get any sleep at my own place, I shall just have to go over to Madi's.
Oh no, he had to walk... down the block. Just to get some sleep. Shrugging on a blue robe and stuffing his feet into a pair of loafers, he trudged down the stairs. Their apartment was on the top floor, so there were a lot of stairs to trudge down. Unfortunately for him, the elevator didn't start working until eleven. Which was stupid.. but he didn't run the building, so he couldn't do anything about it. At long last, he emerged onto the desolate ( apart from the rude construction workers ) street. He realized he'd forgotten Madi's slippers, but didn't feel like running all the way back up the stairs to get them. With a stern glare in the workers' direction, he headed off to Madi's place. She also lived with a bunch of other people, but her roommates seemed to sleep through pretty much everything. He figured she wouldn't mind if he showed up, anyway. Once he reached the door to her house, he paused to ring the doorbell. There was a lapse into silence for a few moments after the right sounded on the other side. Hmm. Perhaps Madi was still asleep, as well. Georg rolled his eyes. He knew where she kept her spare key, but it was still a waste of time. He wanted to be dosing right now. Bending down, he reached for the key under the welcome mat. Snatching it up between two fingers, he then slid it into the lock. Turning it, he listened for the tumblers to click. They did, and the door swung wide.
As silently as he could manage, Georg slipped inside and shut the door behind him. He stole up the steps, heading for Madi's common room. There was a nice, big couch there he could crash on. Once he reached the room, he wasted no time in heading through the door. There was one loose bolt that always managed to trip him up. Georg should have been looking out for it, but he wasn't. As such, he ended up tripping again. He threw his arms out to break his fall, but it came a second too late. He landed hard on his side with a loud THUD. A muffled groan was issued from his lips as he rolled back onto his feet. He glanced around quickly to make sure that no damage had been done. Nobody saw that, nobody heard it, he reassured himself. Then he saw Madi. She was curled up in the love seat. How ironic... Georg drove the heel of his hand into his temple, forcing away the dry humor. He threw a sheepish grin in her direction. "Uh.. surprise!" he greeted her, his grin fading. He strode over to the love seat and crouched down so that he was eye-level with Madi. "Heh.. sorry for the not-so-coordinated entry. I um.. there are some guys drilling into the sidewalk outside my place. Do you mind if I crash here for a bit? Or... if it bothers you, I can go leech of someone else." He gave her a small thumbs up.
Oh no, he had to walk... down the block. Just to get some sleep. Shrugging on a blue robe and stuffing his feet into a pair of loafers, he trudged down the stairs. Their apartment was on the top floor, so there were a lot of stairs to trudge down. Unfortunately for him, the elevator didn't start working until eleven. Which was stupid.. but he didn't run the building, so he couldn't do anything about it. At long last, he emerged onto the desolate ( apart from the rude construction workers ) street. He realized he'd forgotten Madi's slippers, but didn't feel like running all the way back up the stairs to get them. With a stern glare in the workers' direction, he headed off to Madi's place. She also lived with a bunch of other people, but her roommates seemed to sleep through pretty much everything. He figured she wouldn't mind if he showed up, anyway. Once he reached the door to her house, he paused to ring the doorbell. There was a lapse into silence for a few moments after the right sounded on the other side. Hmm. Perhaps Madi was still asleep, as well. Georg rolled his eyes. He knew where she kept her spare key, but it was still a waste of time. He wanted to be dosing right now. Bending down, he reached for the key under the welcome mat. Snatching it up between two fingers, he then slid it into the lock. Turning it, he listened for the tumblers to click. They did, and the door swung wide.
As silently as he could manage, Georg slipped inside and shut the door behind him. He stole up the steps, heading for Madi's common room. There was a nice, big couch there he could crash on. Once he reached the room, he wasted no time in heading through the door. There was one loose bolt that always managed to trip him up. Georg should have been looking out for it, but he wasn't. As such, he ended up tripping again. He threw his arms out to break his fall, but it came a second too late. He landed hard on his side with a loud THUD. A muffled groan was issued from his lips as he rolled back onto his feet. He glanced around quickly to make sure that no damage had been done. Nobody saw that, nobody heard it, he reassured himself. Then he saw Madi. She was curled up in the love seat. How ironic... Georg drove the heel of his hand into his temple, forcing away the dry humor. He threw a sheepish grin in her direction. "Uh.. surprise!" he greeted her, his grin fading. He strode over to the love seat and crouched down so that he was eye-level with Madi. "Heh.. sorry for the not-so-coordinated entry. I um.. there are some guys drilling into the sidewalk outside my place. Do you mind if I crash here for a bit? Or... if it bothers you, I can go leech of someone else." He gave her a small thumbs up.
So come you little ones and run up the stairs
[/size]How did you find us : ryoueffin'srs.
Best part of the site : The members, 'cause we just be awthum like dat. ;]
Have you read the rules : Chuss. ADMIN EDIT
Put on your 'jamas and say your prayers
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