Post by jeff elliot sterling on Jun 3, 2011 0:18:18 GMT -5
You Can Read Me
---------------Like an open book
---------------Like an open book
You Can Tear Me Down
---------------And bring be back Again
THE BASICS
---------------And bring be back Again
THE BASICS
Name // Jeff Elliot Sterling
Age // 17 years old, born April 17th, 1994
Gender // Male
Race // Caucasian
Religion // Animist
Orientation // heterosexual
EVERYTHING ELSE
Personality // Well, I'm a pretty laid-back and fun-loving person; a type-b personality, I think some people call it. That's not to say that I can't be serious or don't work hard. I kind of have to, at the school I go to, so my grades can stay reasonable. I'm open to new experiences, and I'll give help to anyone who asks it. I don't go out of my way a lot to help someone, but I might write little inspirational notes on the classroom desks sometimes. I've definitely had desk-doodle contests with a few friends. Also tic-tac-toe with other people who use the same desk as me. To my family, I'm kind of a geek. I'm an enthusiastic fan of Star Wars and Doctor Who. I seriously have an ambition to one day learn to play the Doctor Who theme on a synthesizer. I just have a lot of energy and not a lot of places to put it. My friends laugh when I say things like that, but it's true. I have a tendency to put myself out there, just to make myself known among my peers. You see, singing is a hobby, but I'm hoping that one day, it'll be a bit more than that. It's not exactly my life's ambition, but I can dream, right?
There's not a lot that I hate. It takes a lot to get me really angry. I suppose the drama that comes with high school is really irksome. As are the days when I trip over my own two feet and spill my coffee and drop my books and notebooks all over the floor. Those are really a pain. I've been known to correct misquotations, too, but I wouldn't say I get particularly angry at that. When people use "gay" or "retarded" as insults or some sort of synonym for "stupid", then I get really mad. There's really no excuse. I'm an active participant in the National Day of Silence (to the surprise of my friends) and know some "special needs" kids. They're some of the most inspirational kids I know.
Family //
Ashley--sister
Ellen--mother
Derek--father
Physical // I don't really know what to say about my general appearance. I'm pretty tall, taller than most of the other guys. Even my face is tall. My hair is bleached blond. It's pretty obvious, since you can see the brown hair underneath, and my round ears. I have a pointed nose and brown eyes. They're a really light brown, and could be mistaken for green. I have pretty pale skin-- I'm such a white kid... I sunburn pretty easily, but it never gets too bad, and I'm not a pasty white, I'm just white. My skin is also clear. I wouldn't call it "blemish-free". I'm not perfect, but I take pride in having relatively clear and healthy skin. My hands and feet are proportional to the rest of me, though I think I have shorter fingers... I don't wear glasses, but I have a handy-dandy pair of 'shades for warmer weather. They're dark blue, with thick frames a la Buddy Holly. Really, though, I don't wear them often.
History // I've lived in Westerville, Ohio for as long as I can remember, and my parents send me to private school so I can get a "decent education". Seriously, what are they teaching kids in public school that's so different from private school? Still, I can say that I have a larger vocabulary than other kids on our street, though that may be just because my mom is one of the local librarians. I spend a lot of time at the library; I even volunteer during the summer. I go to Dalton Academy for school, and I'm in the Warblers (the male a capella group, in case you didn't know). I've auditioned for a solo about 10 times so far, and they still only ever go to Blaine... (except for those times where we had duets and then Kurt got the other part, not that I'm complaining, since they sound great together, and they're adorable) but still. When Kurt Hummel was in the Warblers, something changed. We loosened up. Thanks to Kurt, we actually perform off-campus now (despite the disaster that was the GAP Attack-- I can never walk into that store again, lest they kick me out as a precaution for any sining to any junior managers at work). When he and Blaine (finally) started dating around Regionals... I don't think I had ever seen anyone in the school, let alone the group, look so happy. Even though we lost to Kurt's sort-of-old-sort-of-current school. When I heard the news of his transfer back, I was crestfallen with everyone else. Dalton doesn't exactly foster a sense of affection or camaraderie between its students, but with Kurt in the Warblers... like I said, things changed. We were all fond of our fabulous countertenor. I didn't particularly want to say goodbye, despite our not being close. Seeing him with his other glee club, his real glee club, though, made it worth it. Even Blaine knew it was best that he went back. I can only hope that now he's gone, the change will stick (and maybe that someone will nominate me for the council next year; I'm totally ready for a leadership position!).
RP Sample
Jeff was on the bus for his second off-campus performance with the Warblers. This one, though, was during school (he was not-so-secretly glad for this-- he didn't particularly like his English class), and quite a bit further away. He knew why they were going, but he didn't quite understand why it had to be this way. His best friend and auditioning buddy Nick put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's going to be okay, dude. I miss him already, too," he said reassuringly. The news wasn't exactly heartbreaking, and they weren't that close, but... it was true that all of the Warblers on the bus were somber as they drove across the flat plane that is Ohio. Jeff looked around the back of the seat in front of him at Blaine, who looked very serious. Jeff guessed that he was trying to hold himself together, since the emotions were what made this song so difficult to sing, and of course, he had the solo. Jeff sighed and turned to look out the window for about the millionth time in those two hours. The scene didn't look much different. Yup. Still flat.
He must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew, they were pulling into the parking lot of William McKinley High School. It was a bit early, so they had to wait, since they couldn't start earlier than noon. And since Blaine insisted it had to be a surprise... Thad, Wes, and David said they had to wait on the bus. Jeff was starting to get antsy. To have some energy release, he started "drumming" on the back of the seat in front of him (he was not a drummer, so this was more "rhythmic tapping with no real rhythm"), which only served to annoy the poor kid.
He was so glad the wait was less than 10 minutes. Because he might have exploded if it were longer.
When that African American girl announced them and Blaine started talking, that was kind of it for Jeff. He was in "the zone", and that was his only way of keeping it together. If he cried, then everybody would start crying, like they were a bunch of girls. Which they weren't, seeing as how they were, you know, all guys.
About 13.276 seconds into the song, he realized that it was not just for Blaine. It was for all of them, and the rest of the guys seemed to realize that too. When Blaine was behind that piano, and a few of them lined up behind him, he went too. As the New Directions picked up the harmony (they really had a knack for it), he stopped and watched Blaine take Kurt's hands and allow the other Warblers to give their farewells. When Jeff approached the fair-skinned boy, there was so much he wanted to do and say, but all he could do was shake his hand (he was afraid Blaine would murder him in a fit of jealousy if he tried to hug him). He was proud of even that, though, because this one individual had the strength and courage to turn his life around, along with the rest of them. He was proud to have met him and sung with him and he hoped that this kid, who was definitely going places, would call him his friend.
"It's going to be okay, dude. I miss him already, too," he said reassuringly. The news wasn't exactly heartbreaking, and they weren't that close, but... it was true that all of the Warblers on the bus were somber as they drove across the flat plane that is Ohio. Jeff looked around the back of the seat in front of him at Blaine, who looked very serious. Jeff guessed that he was trying to hold himself together, since the emotions were what made this song so difficult to sing, and of course, he had the solo. Jeff sighed and turned to look out the window for about the millionth time in those two hours. The scene didn't look much different. Yup. Still flat.
He must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew, they were pulling into the parking lot of William McKinley High School. It was a bit early, so they had to wait, since they couldn't start earlier than noon. And since Blaine insisted it had to be a surprise... Thad, Wes, and David said they had to wait on the bus. Jeff was starting to get antsy. To have some energy release, he started "drumming" on the back of the seat in front of him (he was not a drummer, so this was more "rhythmic tapping with no real rhythm"), which only served to annoy the poor kid.
He was so glad the wait was less than 10 minutes. Because he might have exploded if it were longer.
When that African American girl announced them and Blaine started talking, that was kind of it for Jeff. He was in "the zone", and that was his only way of keeping it together. If he cried, then everybody would start crying, like they were a bunch of girls. Which they weren't, seeing as how they were, you know, all guys.
About 13.276 seconds into the song, he realized that it was not just for Blaine. It was for all of them, and the rest of the guys seemed to realize that too. When Blaine was behind that piano, and a few of them lined up behind him, he went too. As the New Directions picked up the harmony (they really had a knack for it), he stopped and watched Blaine take Kurt's hands and allow the other Warblers to give their farewells. When Jeff approached the fair-skinned boy, there was so much he wanted to do and say, but all he could do was shake his hand (he was afraid Blaine would murder him in a fit of jealousy if he tried to hug him). He was proud of even that, though, because this one individual had the strength and courage to turn his life around, along with the rest of them. He was proud to have met him and sung with him and he hoped that this kid, who was definitely going places, would call him his friend.
WHAT ABOUT YOU
Name // I've been called a lot of things. Let's go with Nutmeg, or Nut for short.
Age // It's the same as Minty's-- we're twins
RP experience // about maybe a week less than Minty, but I'm prepared to say 2 years
Other // I'm pretty much the least intimidating person on the planet. Seriously. I play flute and sing in real life (I have a four-octave vocal range) and I'm learning piano and training myself to "play" guitar. I taught myself to play clarinet, too, and I plan to major in Music Therapy in college.
