ANDERSON, emery rian

[emery]

emery rian anderson

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lit a match just to heat things up
but i got more than i bargained for

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[/b] emery rian anderson
age;; twenty one
gender;; male
band you are affiliated with;; alpha bravo charlie
position in band;; bassist.
sexuality;; homosexual
play-by;; jordan witzigreuter
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[/b] Emery is the kind of kid that they said would never grow up, and guess what? He lived down to their word. For a twenty-one year old male in the music business, he has the mentality of someone that just entered high school. He looks for adventure in the world and more than anything, he wants to find some kind of love. He isn’t doubtful of his appearance, in fact he’s quite satisfied with himself, but he doesn’t think he’s sexually adequate and has a difficult time flirting or being romantic at all, really. He’s always got a smile on his face when you see him and more than likely he doesn’t remember your name because he talks to just about everyone and his attention span is not his friend. He puts others before him in almost all scenarios and despite how open he might seem, he’s very private about the things that haunt him, such as any tragic events or things to have taken place.

When you speak with him you’ll notice that he has a glazed over look in his eye, almost like he’s not even there. He tends to have severe difficulty in making eye contact with people and sometimes you wonder if he’s been taught manners. He has, but his attention span doesn’t help him very much because his mind runs almost twenty four seven, and at lightning speed. His mouth rarely keeps up with his thoughts and that shows in the way he stutters at times and rambles, including details that are seriously not necessary.

There’s always that one kid that doesn’t make much sense at all, but when they explain things in their own way –however creative, or just flat out weird that may be –there is a little bit of logic in their stories. That’s emery for you, and he believes in things that people don’t really think about. He’s not much a man of science or religion and he won’t argue it out with you because he hates conflicts, and he’s easily overtaken when it comes to standing for what he believes in. He’s also very naïve, and it doesn’t take much for him to say yes, or to do what you want him to.

likes;; music, dancing, pokemon, video games, anime, tv shows, spongebob, british accents, foreign accents, moutain dew (all variations of), drinking, smoking, fans, unicorns, pink things, cotton candy, cats and the internet.
dislikes;; dogs, caterpillars, mean people, snooki, monsters, scary movies, scary shows, pepsi, needles, hospitals, unorderly things, and small cars.
quirks and habits;; he twitches his hands a lot and pulls at them, which is just a nervous habit. he also tends to pull at his clothes.
strengths;; friendly, academically smart, creative, and humorous
weaknesses;; naive, pushover, childish, and oblivious.
fears;; caterpillars, inch-worms, hospitals, and needles.
goals;; growing up a little, finding someone that likes him for him, and catching all the pokemon.
history;; Emery was born on the fourteenth of february, which was a mere coincidence and his mother left shortly after giving birth to him. His father had cheated on her with a man during her pregnancy, and she had decided to leave Emery with the two men and then she practically vanished off the face of the earth. That being said, Emery grew up without a mother, but two fathers. The home relationship was absolutely superb and he loves both of his dads to the fullest extent, as well as their pets, which are five cats. He was a really smart kid growing up and that was no thanks to the two men who raised him.

His family love was definitely not average but he cherished it very much, because he really needed the support when he came home from a school day full of trouble in bullies. His GPA never went below a 4.0 in even the youngest of ages but he had an awful time staying focused in class due to a severe case of ADHD. In ninth grade he was put on some medication that balanced that out quite a bit, but it wasn't perfect. He was still beyond the controlling of others as far as his hyper activity went, and it was hard for others to believe that it was worse when he wasn't medicated. He also displayed signs of OCD when he was small, and it progressively got worse as he got older. He's not on any medication for it but he went to therapy when he was younger, which helped to a degree but nothing more.
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[/b] allie
age;; fourteen
what makes the world go 'round?;; ;D admin'd
roleplay sample;;

“David.” The young, foreign voice filled the air within the Mouths Wide Shut bus. There was pure silence all around him – and then chatter. It was the sound of two girls talking about whatever it was that girls talked about, which was beyond the mind or any particular interest of Duncan. He wandered throughout the bus with very little to nothing covering his candid body. Ink acted as his clothes throughout his entire torso, and the lower part of him was covered by some black and white checkered boxers. He let out a monstrous yawn and stretched his arms high above his head as he navigated through the small spaces and grabbed something to throw on. He slipped into a white tank top that smelled clean enough and stepped into some dark blue skinny jeans that stuck to his legs and showed that they were practically skin, bone, and a bit of muscle.

“DAVID!” He repeated, this time loudly and with more aggression. Where was that son of a bitch? Duncan knew it was him that took his lighter, he always did. How hard was it to get a cheap lighter from 711 for himself? He rolled his eyes and dug in his pockets to make sure that it was in fact in neither of his pockets before starting to rampage through the bus even more. It was then that he heard David’s younger sister yell back at him, “He’s gone with his new girlfriend, you’re out of luck.” He brought himself towards the two girls and tapped his own sister’s shoulder before obtaining her lighter and kissing her forehead. “Love yooh, girl.” He told her before lighting himself up a cigarette and dropping the lighter back in her lap as he walked out of the door and into the parking lot.

“Note to self, kill David later.” He mumbled to himself and took a seat on the steps of their bus, smoking away on his cigarette. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the relaxing fill of nicotine, a habit that he’d grown to be attached to. If he didn’t have at least five a day he’d throw a brick at someone, literally. More than likely he was going to forget that he had been without his lighter in the first place later, but he’d remember when it came time for another cig. He put it out when it was narrowed down to hardly a drag left and stepped on it, not bothering to pick it up or anything like that.

Duncan stood up and walked away from the bus with absolutely no destination, having suddenly decided that his smoke break was an evening walk. Maybe he’d stop and get something to eat, but maybe he’d go and check out the bonfire he saw a bunch of tour people at a couple of yards away. Before he could decide, he was greeted by a fan and took a picture with them, signing both of their breasts and their ticket from a show in the earlier part of the day. “Glad you had a good time sweetie,” he told the fan, waving them off as they walked away with one of their friends. He was obviously not as much of a dick to people that listened to his music, I mean shit, they were the reason he was here and not working at McDonalds, right? He continued to wander endlessly through the parking lot with his head up and eyes scanning for someone he recognized, someone he could hang out with a little bit. There were times where he felt like being alone, sure, but this was definitely not one of those times.

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