Post by Kelvin Archer on Mar 19, 2009 22:30:35 GMT
Your name - Courtney
Your age - 15
A little about you - I love books, roleplaying, and music. I can be a bit odd at times but that's what makes me unique.
How long have you been roleplaying - 1 Year
A sample -
How did you find out about this site - Northbridge
Name - Kelvin Jamie Archer
Nicknames - Kelv, Jamie or Archer, never Kelvin
Age - 26
Personality -
Alright. Kelvin is a normally sweet and caring guy. He will bend over backwards and give you the shirt off of his back if it got a smile out of you. He tries to be friendly with everyone, but of course that can come with mixed reactions though that never really seems to stop him.
Personality - Kelvin is the up town guy, always up for a laugh, never fails to be the best at anything he does, or so he'd let you believe. Deep inside he's so very insecure and lonely. He is the joker of the group. Though that is true, Kelvin knows when it’s time to play and when it’s not. He can turn off the silliness in a matter of seconds and become very serious if the situation calls for that. He is sweet natured and quite protective over the people he cares about. He hates to see people hurt and tries his hardest to make people feel better even if it means putting off his own problems. Kelvin is the problem solver and will do whatever he can to ensure that you’re problems are fixed.
This sweet natured boy has a temper. It may not be short-circuited but it is powerful. It takes a lot for this twenty four year old to blow, but when he does you better watch your ass. Kelvin can be the somewhat jealous type but you never see that come out in him too much. Though this boy doesn’t like to fight all of the time, he wouldn’t hesitate to cave your face in. Jealousy isn’t the only thing to set this monster off; his protectiveness can be a spark as well. You mess with someone he loves, and he’ll make sure you pay. Just watch yourself around him. When Kelvin finally blows, he will fling things, curse, maybe get in a fight with someone if they’re around and eventually, just sit and cry. He doesn’t like to become the angry animal that he sometimes becomes but most of the time, when he blows he has no control over his actions.His brother or a friend may be able to restrain him, but if they’re not around, watch out.
Kelvin is the sensitive one. He seems innocent and most of the time, he is. He cares about the people who are closest to him, the ones who take the time to get to know him and he can become quite protective over them in an instant. Kelv is sometimes quite insecure about his work. But he is not hesitant to tell you what you need to change, fix, or throw out. If you ask him for a straight up opinion, Kelvin will be quite blunt about whatever it is you asked. He is not always the sugar coating kind of guy, Kelv is quite honest with anyone who wants the truth.
Kelvin is the life of the party. He will be the one you see going around and making people have a good time if they are standing around at a party. He will be the one to get people involved and get them to try things they had probably never tried before. Though he does do these types of things, Kelvin is straight edge. He has never touched a drug other than what is prescribed to him as medication. He was the one to decline cigarettes as a teenager. Kelvin has never even had alcohol. Alright, maybe once on his twenty first birthday but since then...not a thing. He is normally the designated driver after the party.
History-
Kelvin Jamie Archer was born in London, England. Yes, the UK. He was the first born of three boys and a little girl. All of whom were the apple of their parents' eye. Growing up was alright for the Archer kids, they got along and actually bonded pretty well. As they grew up, their parents tried to enstill a good work ethic and a high self-esteem. It seems that their teachings really planted into young Kelvin's mind. Kelvin owns the hottest nightclub, Archers. He is proud of where he is and has got there all by himself. What's not to love about that?
Likes -
Girls
Food
His club
Love
Running
Music
Dislikes -
Big headed people
Loneliness
Snakes
Authority
Hate
Posers
Fears -
Snakes
Being lonely
Death
Losing someone he cares about
Losing his club
Image -
Celebrity used - Drake Bell
Speech colour - Blue, red, or possibly purple
Your age - 15
A little about you - I love books, roleplaying, and music. I can be a bit odd at times but that's what makes me unique.
How long have you been roleplaying - 1 Year
A sample -
Rory was reflecting. That was the only way you could describe it unless you wanted to go out on a limb and say that he was causing himself undue pain. Which is really something that you could say. He had been walking aimlessly throughout the institute almost all day long thinking about Cassidy. And Carter. The bastard. He thought about Cassidy more than Carter and how hurt she had to be knowing that Rory was a killer. If she even knew. She had to know, there was no way not to. Yes, Rory had killed Carter. No other way to say it. Carter was dead because Rory had slit his throat, end of story.
Rory could remember that day vividly. He could remember the days leading up to that day vividly as well. It was as if Rory was watching a movie he didn't want to watch but one he was drawn to over and over again. Like watching a particularly gruesome car accident you don't want to see but still have the curious urge to do so. Yes, it was just like that. Morbid or not. Rory remembered Cassidy withdrawing from him. He remembered her rejections to his touch. She wouldn't let him kiss her, hug her. Rory could not touch her in any way. She panicked when he got near and he couldn't hold her when she cried. For a while Rory didn't understand. For the longest time he had thought it was something he had done but as it turned out, it wasn't him at all. It was Carter. Always fucking Carter for one thing or another. This time the asshole had gone too damn far. Rival or not.
Carter had raped Cassidy. The love of Rory's life. It had been utterly unacceptable. Of course Rory hadn't exactly gone out with a plan to kill Carter (even though he had fantasized about it sometimes) but it had just worked out to his advantage. Rory could remember that day almost perfectly. The day after Cassidy had finally told him about the rape. Rory had snapped and went to find Carter's ass. Wanted to bash his pretty boy face in and just let him know that Rory didn't give a damn whether he lived or died.
"What the fuck were you thinking James?" he asked with every bit of fury in his voice. Carter had stared at him blankly for a long moment before letting a sly smile creep onto his face. "Do what Noack?" he asked as if he were really clueless. "Why'd you rape her?" he asked his icy blue gaze turning to what looked like a smoky gray, a cold, hard, unforgiving gray. "I didn't rape no one asshole." Yeah, like Rory believed him for a second. "Right. Why'd you rape Cassidy?" Rory felt his fist clench up along with his heart as he said those words. "I said I didn't rape her. I just simply got what I wanted because she was so willing." That threw Rory over the edge. He launched himself at the nineteen year old with all of the fury and vengeance he had in him and started pounding the bastard in the face. Moments later, Rory had caught sight of the metal. The small glint that he winked at him ever so slightly as Carter pulled the knife from his pocket. They fought for a few more moments before Carter tried to use it, Rory stopped it before it pierced his chest, slicing his left hand as he did so. That only infuriated Rory even more. When the moment came, Rory got ahold of the knife and, without much thought, slit Carter's throat. He watched as the light died out of the guy's eyes and the blood gushed from the wound and seeped into the shirt beneath. Fuck. Rory had taken off after that cleaning the blade as he did.
A few days after that Rory had been picked up. Someone had seen Rory and Carter together or knew about their long time rivalry. Something like that. Whatever the case, Rory had been picked up and put through the courts after no one else had stepped up. Rory had pleaded insanity after self-defense failed and that was how he ended up Edgewood. Insanity being the base of his assualt & battery, and murder charges.
Moving slowly but swiftly into the cemetery, he started to wonder why and how he had ended up here. There was no real reason to be here among the dead patients other than the fact that something had caught his eye. A fellow patient was sitting among the tombstones stiff as the stones themselves. Something was wrong. Rory didn't really know the guy but had seen around once or twice. Hadn't ever spoken to him that he could remember. Name was Kurucz. Couldn't remember his first name at the moment (if he had even ever known it). Walking near him, he lowered himself down to the ground as well in order not to intimidate the guy by standing over him. Some people were quite intimidated by his size, especially when he was standing over them. Rory looked at him for a long moment before settling himself down against the wall in the same fashion that the other guy had. "A little depressing isn't it?" he asked not really expecting an answer but not minding if there was one all the same.
Rory could remember that day vividly. He could remember the days leading up to that day vividly as well. It was as if Rory was watching a movie he didn't want to watch but one he was drawn to over and over again. Like watching a particularly gruesome car accident you don't want to see but still have the curious urge to do so. Yes, it was just like that. Morbid or not. Rory remembered Cassidy withdrawing from him. He remembered her rejections to his touch. She wouldn't let him kiss her, hug her. Rory could not touch her in any way. She panicked when he got near and he couldn't hold her when she cried. For a while Rory didn't understand. For the longest time he had thought it was something he had done but as it turned out, it wasn't him at all. It was Carter. Always fucking Carter for one thing or another. This time the asshole had gone too damn far. Rival or not.
Carter had raped Cassidy. The love of Rory's life. It had been utterly unacceptable. Of course Rory hadn't exactly gone out with a plan to kill Carter (even though he had fantasized about it sometimes) but it had just worked out to his advantage. Rory could remember that day almost perfectly. The day after Cassidy had finally told him about the rape. Rory had snapped and went to find Carter's ass. Wanted to bash his pretty boy face in and just let him know that Rory didn't give a damn whether he lived or died.
"What the fuck were you thinking James?" he asked with every bit of fury in his voice. Carter had stared at him blankly for a long moment before letting a sly smile creep onto his face. "Do what Noack?" he asked as if he were really clueless. "Why'd you rape her?" he asked his icy blue gaze turning to what looked like a smoky gray, a cold, hard, unforgiving gray. "I didn't rape no one asshole." Yeah, like Rory believed him for a second. "Right. Why'd you rape Cassidy?" Rory felt his fist clench up along with his heart as he said those words. "I said I didn't rape her. I just simply got what I wanted because she was so willing." That threw Rory over the edge. He launched himself at the nineteen year old with all of the fury and vengeance he had in him and started pounding the bastard in the face. Moments later, Rory had caught sight of the metal. The small glint that he winked at him ever so slightly as Carter pulled the knife from his pocket. They fought for a few more moments before Carter tried to use it, Rory stopped it before it pierced his chest, slicing his left hand as he did so. That only infuriated Rory even more. When the moment came, Rory got ahold of the knife and, without much thought, slit Carter's throat. He watched as the light died out of the guy's eyes and the blood gushed from the wound and seeped into the shirt beneath. Fuck. Rory had taken off after that cleaning the blade as he did.
A few days after that Rory had been picked up. Someone had seen Rory and Carter together or knew about their long time rivalry. Something like that. Whatever the case, Rory had been picked up and put through the courts after no one else had stepped up. Rory had pleaded insanity after self-defense failed and that was how he ended up Edgewood. Insanity being the base of his assualt & battery, and murder charges.
Moving slowly but swiftly into the cemetery, he started to wonder why and how he had ended up here. There was no real reason to be here among the dead patients other than the fact that something had caught his eye. A fellow patient was sitting among the tombstones stiff as the stones themselves. Something was wrong. Rory didn't really know the guy but had seen around once or twice. Hadn't ever spoken to him that he could remember. Name was Kurucz. Couldn't remember his first name at the moment (if he had even ever known it). Walking near him, he lowered himself down to the ground as well in order not to intimidate the guy by standing over him. Some people were quite intimidated by his size, especially when he was standing over them. Rory looked at him for a long moment before settling himself down against the wall in the same fashion that the other guy had. "A little depressing isn't it?" he asked not really expecting an answer but not minding if there was one all the same.
How did you find out about this site - Northbridge
Name - Kelvin Jamie Archer
Nicknames - Kelv, Jamie or Archer, never Kelvin
Age - 26
Personality -
Alright. Kelvin is a normally sweet and caring guy. He will bend over backwards and give you the shirt off of his back if it got a smile out of you. He tries to be friendly with everyone, but of course that can come with mixed reactions though that never really seems to stop him.
Personality - Kelvin is the up town guy, always up for a laugh, never fails to be the best at anything he does, or so he'd let you believe. Deep inside he's so very insecure and lonely. He is the joker of the group. Though that is true, Kelvin knows when it’s time to play and when it’s not. He can turn off the silliness in a matter of seconds and become very serious if the situation calls for that. He is sweet natured and quite protective over the people he cares about. He hates to see people hurt and tries his hardest to make people feel better even if it means putting off his own problems. Kelvin is the problem solver and will do whatever he can to ensure that you’re problems are fixed.
This sweet natured boy has a temper. It may not be short-circuited but it is powerful. It takes a lot for this twenty four year old to blow, but when he does you better watch your ass. Kelvin can be the somewhat jealous type but you never see that come out in him too much. Though this boy doesn’t like to fight all of the time, he wouldn’t hesitate to cave your face in. Jealousy isn’t the only thing to set this monster off; his protectiveness can be a spark as well. You mess with someone he loves, and he’ll make sure you pay. Just watch yourself around him. When Kelvin finally blows, he will fling things, curse, maybe get in a fight with someone if they’re around and eventually, just sit and cry. He doesn’t like to become the angry animal that he sometimes becomes but most of the time, when he blows he has no control over his actions.His brother or a friend may be able to restrain him, but if they’re not around, watch out.
Kelvin is the sensitive one. He seems innocent and most of the time, he is. He cares about the people who are closest to him, the ones who take the time to get to know him and he can become quite protective over them in an instant. Kelv is sometimes quite insecure about his work. But he is not hesitant to tell you what you need to change, fix, or throw out. If you ask him for a straight up opinion, Kelvin will be quite blunt about whatever it is you asked. He is not always the sugar coating kind of guy, Kelv is quite honest with anyone who wants the truth.
Kelvin is the life of the party. He will be the one you see going around and making people have a good time if they are standing around at a party. He will be the one to get people involved and get them to try things they had probably never tried before. Though he does do these types of things, Kelvin is straight edge. He has never touched a drug other than what is prescribed to him as medication. He was the one to decline cigarettes as a teenager. Kelvin has never even had alcohol. Alright, maybe once on his twenty first birthday but since then...not a thing. He is normally the designated driver after the party.
History-
Kelvin Jamie Archer was born in London, England. Yes, the UK. He was the first born of three boys and a little girl. All of whom were the apple of their parents' eye. Growing up was alright for the Archer kids, they got along and actually bonded pretty well. As they grew up, their parents tried to enstill a good work ethic and a high self-esteem. It seems that their teachings really planted into young Kelvin's mind. Kelvin owns the hottest nightclub, Archers. He is proud of where he is and has got there all by himself. What's not to love about that?
Likes -
Girls
Food
His club
Love
Running
Music
Dislikes -
Big headed people
Loneliness
Snakes
Authority
Hate
Posers
Fears -
Snakes
Being lonely
Death
Losing someone he cares about
Losing his club
Image -
Celebrity used - Drake Bell
Speech colour - Blue, red, or possibly purple
