Post by Damien Fortier on Nov 13, 2005 16:19:47 GMT -5
Name: Damien Fortier
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Residence: Apartment b1, Berkley, California.
Background: Damien was born into quite a large family, and he grew up in a single parent family, with his father raising the 5 of them. He got into music when he was seven, his dad was a musician and he taught him the guitar. Damien became obsessed by music and grew up listening to his dad's favourites, which he took his influences from. He regularly tours the world now playing with his band, and he just got signed up to a months entertainment with a hotel - yay?
Personality: Damien is the type of guy you wouldn't like to meet in a dark alleyway at night. He can seem a little threatening, and he can even be mean to people. He has a very f*ck-all attitude, which he grew up with. He can be kind though, but you won't see this guy helping old ladies across the road soon. He likes living life on the edge, and watch out if you invite him to your house - it's likely to get trashed. He has a very short temper, and won't hesitate in striking out. He isn't winning any noble peace prizes! He likes to make jokes, and he's pretty sarcastic too.
Appearance:
Damien has a thin frame, which is usually covered by a hoodie of some sort. He has a very dark look about him, he wears eyeliner and has his lip pierced. Although he isn't usually seen with it his eyebrow is also pierced and he has his ear pierced. He has naturally dark hair, enhanced by his hairstyle however. Damien has never dyed his hair any colour, and doesn't wish to either. He has not yet found a dye that is not tested on animals, and he doesn't wish to change his natural hair colour - he doesn't fancy the chances of getting a cancer from a hair product, even if it is a magical one. He has dark hazel eyes and dark eyebrows, his sister once attempted to pluck them but Damien was very resistant and - having learnt to apparate by then - succeeded in avading his sister. He is very hygiene conscious and showers every two days. He spends around half an hour styling his hair every morning, although he isn't much of a morning person at all.
Sample Post: (this must be at least 2 paragraphs long as to most of your regular posts I WILL NOT EXPECT ANYTHING LESS THEN ONE PARAGRAPH!)
Damien rolled over again, not entirely sure of where he was. He fell straight out of the bed and onto the floor with a light thump. He was obviously not in his own home, because his bed was a bunk-bed and it didn't feel like he'd just fallen five feet. He sat up slowly, seeing he was still fully dressed. He wasn't the only person in the room either, along with about ten other people lying on the floor.
"d**n," Damien whispered, standing up shakily. His head hurt badly, and it was obvious the night before he had been drunk, he just wasn't too sure of what had happened. He staggered to the door and looked out down the corridor - people were laying there asleep too. He walked towards the stairs, and literally fell down them. Lying at the bottom of the stairs was a young teenager, covered in blood.
"Oh my god..." Damien muttered - it must had been one hell of a party!
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Age: 18
Gender: Male
Residence: Apartment b1, Berkley, California.
Background: Damien was born into quite a large family, and he grew up in a single parent family, with his father raising the 5 of them. He got into music when he was seven, his dad was a musician and he taught him the guitar. Damien became obsessed by music and grew up listening to his dad's favourites, which he took his influences from. He regularly tours the world now playing with his band, and he just got signed up to a months entertainment with a hotel - yay?
Personality: Damien is the type of guy you wouldn't like to meet in a dark alleyway at night. He can seem a little threatening, and he can even be mean to people. He has a very f*ck-all attitude, which he grew up with. He can be kind though, but you won't see this guy helping old ladies across the road soon. He likes living life on the edge, and watch out if you invite him to your house - it's likely to get trashed. He has a very short temper, and won't hesitate in striking out. He isn't winning any noble peace prizes! He likes to make jokes, and he's pretty sarcastic too.
Appearance:
Damien has a thin frame, which is usually covered by a hoodie of some sort. He has a very dark look about him, he wears eyeliner and has his lip pierced. Although he isn't usually seen with it his eyebrow is also pierced and he has his ear pierced. He has naturally dark hair, enhanced by his hairstyle however. Damien has never dyed his hair any colour, and doesn't wish to either. He has not yet found a dye that is not tested on animals, and he doesn't wish to change his natural hair colour - he doesn't fancy the chances of getting a cancer from a hair product, even if it is a magical one. He has dark hazel eyes and dark eyebrows, his sister once attempted to pluck them but Damien was very resistant and - having learnt to apparate by then - succeeded in avading his sister. He is very hygiene conscious and showers every two days. He spends around half an hour styling his hair every morning, although he isn't much of a morning person at all.
Sample Post: (this must be at least 2 paragraphs long as to most of your regular posts I WILL NOT EXPECT ANYTHING LESS THEN ONE PARAGRAPH!)
Damien rolled over again, not entirely sure of where he was. He fell straight out of the bed and onto the floor with a light thump. He was obviously not in his own home, because his bed was a bunk-bed and it didn't feel like he'd just fallen five feet. He sat up slowly, seeing he was still fully dressed. He wasn't the only person in the room either, along with about ten other people lying on the floor.
"d**n," Damien whispered, standing up shakily. His head hurt badly, and it was obvious the night before he had been drunk, he just wasn't too sure of what had happened. He staggered to the door and looked out down the corridor - people were laying there asleep too. He walked towards the stairs, and literally fell down them. Lying at the bottom of the stairs was a young teenager, covered in blood.
"Oh my god..." Damien muttered - it must had been one hell of a party!
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