Post by Zane Douglas on Jul 17, 2011 2:49:18 GMT -5
Will You Tell Me
---------------That you love me once more[/center]
Hold Me Like You
---------------Care more than you actually do
THE BASICS [/center][/color]
Name // Zane Michael Douglas
Age // 16, June 23rd
Gender // Male
Race // white
Relgion // Catholic
Orientation // confused
Play By // Billy Boyd
EVERYTHING ELSE
Personality // Zane is almost always nervous because of his size, he's a target for bullies. He never knows from one day to the next if he'll be slushied or locked in a locker. The way he relaxes is with music, if its singing (which is a rather good at), playing piano or else collecting Disney items. The one character he can identify with is Piglet, both are small characters in a big world. Zane wishes though the right people saw him, while the others ignored him.
Family // Matthew Douglas, father; Daphne Douglas, Mother
Physical // Zane comes in at 5'2" and around 120lbs (give or take). He has unkept blond hair, grayish-blue eyes. Almost always seen in t-shirts and jeans, unless the time calls for it then he can clean up quite nicely.
History // It was a sultry June day when Zane appeard on the face of the Earth. Only problem was that he was about 2 months too early. His parents' kept a vigil over him during that time, gently singing to him. Nothing was going to take their son from them.
They didn't know he would be their only child.
In grade school, he wasn't as athletic as the other kids, thus making him a bullseye for the bullies, on the plus side he was usually picked first at dodgeball since he was too hard to hit sometimes. His parent's encouraged him to follow his heart which was in music. He first started with piano and added voice, the more he worked at it, the more relaxed he was.
As the talent came, so did admirers and those who disliked him more. He did the best he could and try not to let others bother him but it was one of those things, that he could never shake so easily. The feeling has followed him to high school where he is haunted by the nightmare stories he's seen in movies or over heard from others.
Rp Sample
Zane sighed as he looked at the massive doors entering the high school. This was going to indeed be Hell on Earth. He opened one of the doors and had to stand there for a moment. It was worse than hell, it was like a all the clowns had escaped from the circus and made themselves at home in the halls. He turned to leave only to be met with a stampeded of more clowns.
"Watch it kid!"
"Look where you're going!"
Zane was mixed into the jumble and terrified for his life. He made his way through the crowd like a fish swimming in a stream at least until he was close to his locker. A bob and a weave here and there and he made it out of the traffic safely. Perhaps Saint Christopher himself was looking out for him. He turned the tumbler to the digits to open his locker and as he did it was slammed shut by some big football jock.
"Hey little man, the grade school is two blocks over!" The deep voice, shaved head kid cruelly joked at Zane's expense. Zane bit his lip and didn't say anything, he was too scared for the most part. At least until the kid knocked Zane's books from his hands. This made him say something he was going to regret later.
"You maybe big here but your girlfriend said otherwise about other parts of you!"
The jock turned red in the face and picked up Zane and held him up against the lockers.
"You've just bought yourself a one way ticket to your grave!"
Zane really thought it was the end, until a mature male voice spoke up.
"Put him down now." There was authority but no yelling. Zane felt himself lowered and set down, but not before hearing the jock make some lame threat at him.
Zane swallowed the lump in his throat as he knelt down to gather his spilled items. The teacher, Zane assumed, also helped.
"Sometimes those guys don't know how to grow up." He muttered. He gave Zane a look. "You okay?"
Zane just nodded.
The teacher smiled. "A few of my students sometimes come to choir room during lunch, you're certainly more than welcome to join them."
"Thank you," Zane said quietly, the worse of the scared feeling gone. "I'd like that. Who should I say let me join them, if they should ask?"
"Just say Mister Shu sent you."
"Watch it kid!"
"Look where you're going!"
Zane was mixed into the jumble and terrified for his life. He made his way through the crowd like a fish swimming in a stream at least until he was close to his locker. A bob and a weave here and there and he made it out of the traffic safely. Perhaps Saint Christopher himself was looking out for him. He turned the tumbler to the digits to open his locker and as he did it was slammed shut by some big football jock.
"Hey little man, the grade school is two blocks over!" The deep voice, shaved head kid cruelly joked at Zane's expense. Zane bit his lip and didn't say anything, he was too scared for the most part. At least until the kid knocked Zane's books from his hands. This made him say something he was going to regret later.
"You maybe big here but your girlfriend said otherwise about other parts of you!"
The jock turned red in the face and picked up Zane and held him up against the lockers.
"You've just bought yourself a one way ticket to your grave!"
Zane really thought it was the end, until a mature male voice spoke up.
"Put him down now." There was authority but no yelling. Zane felt himself lowered and set down, but not before hearing the jock make some lame threat at him.
Zane swallowed the lump in his throat as he knelt down to gather his spilled items. The teacher, Zane assumed, also helped.
"Sometimes those guys don't know how to grow up." He muttered. He gave Zane a look. "You okay?"
Zane just nodded.
The teacher smiled. "A few of my students sometimes come to choir room during lunch, you're certainly more than welcome to join them."
"Thank you," Zane said quietly, the worse of the scared feeling gone. "I'd like that. Who should I say let me join them, if they should ask?"
"Just say Mister Shu sent you."
WHAT ABOUT YOU
Name // Les
Age // 41
RP experience // 10 years+
Other// Gleek at heart, theategek for life!
