Post by Elda Forever on Nov 6, 2009 16:16:44 GMT -5
Current username: EldaForever
Character’s name: Randall "Randy" Moore
Character’s approx. age: 14
Character’s physical appearance: Blond, slightly wavy hair, dark blue/green eyes
Character's personality/history: Somewhat shy, kind and average in most respects. Likes sports, video games, and avoiding homework. He's been in the foster care system since he was three, and has been living with the Moores since he was nine. They have now started the official adoption process in order to make him an official part of the family.
Two-paragraph sample post:
Randall Moore
He sat up from the bed and instantly his hair flew up towards the ceiling in waves of blond. Randy let out a long yawn, stretching out his arms in front of him and finishing it off with a little groan of protest. It was gonna be another long day. He wasn't sure what he was going to think of it. It could either be a long, agonizing day... or a long, enjoyable day. Everything sort of mattered on what adjective he could apply to it, didn't it? He tumbled out of bed in a mass of tangled sheets and blankets, slid habitually down the ladder and stumbled over to the doorway before he managed to cast off most of the mess. Once there, he peered around the corner to see if anyone else was up and around. He was too good at waking up just before anyone else stirred. Except for V.
V must've had a radar or something for him.
Still in his pajamas – dark blue pants with a black t-shirt – he moved quietly and quickly down to the kitchen, taking extra care when going past V's room. As he slipped past, he couldn't help peering in at the half-opened door at the room inside. Their rooms were quite different, he couldn't help thinking. His room was usually barren, even with the futile attempt at a room-warming gift in the form of a Pirates of the Caribbean poster. Randy didn't even like the film all that much, but he kept it up. It was the only thing on the walls, after all. The rest of the place looked too simple. He couldn't even keep his desk dirty enough, though he tried. Because a messiness meant he was comfortable, and it had been too long for him to feel uncomfortable. But everything was so weird, he couldn't help thinking. Randy sat down at the table with a bowl of cereal and gravity-defying bed hair, a distant look to his face until someone slipped in.
Actor Image (optional): Haha...it started with a young version of Alex Pettyfer, went though half a dozen other faces, and I finally settle with Dylan Sprouse, who is ALMOST interchangable with his twin brother (that just means twice as many pics to choose from, right?)
Character’s name: Randall "Randy" Moore
Character’s approx. age: 14
Character’s physical appearance: Blond, slightly wavy hair, dark blue/green eyes
Character's personality/history: Somewhat shy, kind and average in most respects. Likes sports, video games, and avoiding homework. He's been in the foster care system since he was three, and has been living with the Moores since he was nine. They have now started the official adoption process in order to make him an official part of the family.
Two-paragraph sample post:
Randall Moore
He sat up from the bed and instantly his hair flew up towards the ceiling in waves of blond. Randy let out a long yawn, stretching out his arms in front of him and finishing it off with a little groan of protest. It was gonna be another long day. He wasn't sure what he was going to think of it. It could either be a long, agonizing day... or a long, enjoyable day. Everything sort of mattered on what adjective he could apply to it, didn't it? He tumbled out of bed in a mass of tangled sheets and blankets, slid habitually down the ladder and stumbled over to the doorway before he managed to cast off most of the mess. Once there, he peered around the corner to see if anyone else was up and around. He was too good at waking up just before anyone else stirred. Except for V.
V must've had a radar or something for him.
Still in his pajamas – dark blue pants with a black t-shirt – he moved quietly and quickly down to the kitchen, taking extra care when going past V's room. As he slipped past, he couldn't help peering in at the half-opened door at the room inside. Their rooms were quite different, he couldn't help thinking. His room was usually barren, even with the futile attempt at a room-warming gift in the form of a Pirates of the Caribbean poster. Randy didn't even like the film all that much, but he kept it up. It was the only thing on the walls, after all. The rest of the place looked too simple. He couldn't even keep his desk dirty enough, though he tried. Because a messiness meant he was comfortable, and it had been too long for him to feel uncomfortable. But everything was so weird, he couldn't help thinking. Randy sat down at the table with a bowl of cereal and gravity-defying bed hair, a distant look to his face until someone slipped in.
Actor Image (optional): Haha...it started with a young version of Alex Pettyfer, went though half a dozen other faces, and I finally settle with Dylan Sprouse, who is ALMOST interchangable with his twin brother (that just means twice as many pics to choose from, right?)
-Mascii(: