Post by *FLYNN CHARLIE THOMPSON! on Dec 22, 2009 14:04:08 GMT -5
And yes my name is,
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When you're around
Everything's fine
Go to town and get quite drunk
Throughout the night we'll be alright
Cos I'm never down
When you're around[/size][/color][/center]
It will all fall into place,
And I just have to know, who are you? Flynn Charlie Thompson
So how many years have you walked this earth? Nineteen
Whats the exact date you began to breath? July 21st
Curiosity isn't a burden, whats your sexuality? Uhm… straight, I think?
Hm... I can pin point it but what sex are you? Male ^_^
Woah! So how did your character come to be? Canonn
So who are your friends and whats your partake? I play le drums for Party! On the dance floor
You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere? NO! I totally do not look anything like Kyle burns… well, eh.
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This is who I am,
What do you like, love, or desire exactly?
Parties, childish things, bubbles!, meeting new people, sunglasses, my hair, drinking, the drums, my band, cats, snakes, goldfish, nicknames, random moments, cheering people up, fruit loops betch, sleeping, videogames, having people play with my hair, touching other peoples hair, being warm, biting people (not viciously, of course), random dancing, entertaining people, stupid random dancing and singing to songs from female singers… or just songs that are catchy, & playing air drums when I’m bored.
And you seem to hate alot, what do you dispise?
Assholes, guys who force girls into doing things, gremlins, slutty girls, having girls force themselves on me(just…no), bullies, feet, not getting enough sleep, hangovers, sleepwalking, waking up in random places (though it can be fun… sometimes), haters, stupid people who pick on people for no reason (or something stupid), and all that jazz. Cbf naming them all.
We all feel like a surge of energy lies within us.
I’m confident with who I am- I don’t really think I want to change with how I am now, I like being different from the other guys most of the time.
I’m ‘apparently’ one of those people who you’ll meet and will almost instantly love. So… I’m loveable?
I’m happy-go-lucky. I’m almost always happy with a smile on my face, laughing at whatever happens. I’m easily entertained by the smallest, most childish things.
I can hold down a relationship! Booyah, one of the greatest things about being who I am. I know how to treat the ladies the right way.
And I know that you can be that positive, so your weak?
I’m shy- well , I am for the first couple of minutes when I meet someone new, but then I’m up and hyper again.
I sleepwalk- and fuck is it scary, I wake up in the most random places… sometimes I have to call my band mates to come and pick me up D:
I’m, unfortunately, a lover, not a fighter- I don’t get into fights for no reason, because there is literally no point in it. I find it stupid… but, I suppose if I’m fighting for a good cause, than I’ll do it I guess.
Attitudes can kill too, what is your personality?
Sweet:
I’m probably one of the sweetest kids going around here, no joke. I’m extremely happy-go-lucky and always have a smile plastered on my dial. I’m one of those people that once I get attached to you, I’ll never leave you alone. Not in that… stalker way, but you know what I mean? I’ll keep you close to my heart and my view on you won’t change unless something bad (extremely bad) happens. Meeting and greeting people is one of my favourite things to do, especially the fans. I find it cute how they come up and compliment me or tell me they love them, nawh, I just wanna pick em up and hug em. I also don’t hesitate to do things I want to; for example, if someone’s looking lonely, I’ll most likely go up to them and chill with them. They probably think I’m weird but hey, I just don’t like seeing people alone or upset. When someone I know is down, or a random person is sad or upset, I’ll try my best to cheer them up with whatever I can do. I make that my goal, and I won’t stop until I’ve shown them a good time. Ohyeah, I’m also a great listener and a shoulder to cry on.
Playful:
I’m the type of person who is always messing around and cracking jokes. Why? Because they cheer people up, make them laugh, so on and so forth. I’m not afraid to get up there and just dance like nobodies watching when friends are around, even if my singings not the greatest, I’m always up for karaoke or something. In addition to being verbally & physically playful, I just can’t get myself to stop moving. I always fidget too. I’m a cuddley type of guy. I’ll constantly poke, hug, pet, pat of kiss my friends. Well… I dunno why, I just enjoy that feeling of being close to someone, AND NO, I’M NOT GAY! I tend to get pissy and pouty when people refuse my small, meaningless gestures, which usually leads to me sulking for at least five minutes and often includes me calling the person who refused me a ‘meanie’… or something along those lines.
Talkative:
When you get me started on a topic that I enjoy, good luck getting me to shut up. I can blab on and on about the most random things, and it often ends up with me getting side tracked and start rambling and ranting about anything and everything. One minute, I could be talking about my music, and a second later, I could be rambling about… llamas. Ohyeah, it happens a lot. My talkative side is what enables me to pick up a conversation with someone off the street. Half of the time when I meet people, I’ll normally just be blabbing about random things until they join in the conversation. The rest of the time, I’ll be like ‘woahh, hey, you wanna be my bestie?’ or something like that. It’s not unnatural for me to get ignored... whenever I’m in my hyper state of mind, people often turn away and walk off. And trust me, you ignore me, I’ll keep bloody going until you actually talk to me.
Pacifist:
There is nothing I hate more than fighting for no god damn reason. Especially physical fighting. I mean, sure, I may have taken self defence classes when I was younger and got to black belt, but that doesn’t mean I go around flaunting what I can do. The only real reason I’ll ever get into a real fist fight if is one of my friends is in need of protection, but if it was me that was being picked on for god knows what reason, I’m most likely to walk away or let them do whatever they want with me. Even if that means I turn up to the tour bus with blood dripping down my face. Verbal altercations are another story though. If you piss me off enough, I’m not afraid to call all yelly and bitchy on you, and surprisingly, I can be quite fucking nasty when I want to be. BUT, it takes a hell of a lot to set me off… but still, keep this in mind.
Friends:
My friends mean the absolute world to me. There’s nothing that can be done about that. They’re my support, and without them, I’m pretty sure I’d be lost in this world. I spend most of my time out with friends rather than my family, and I’d probably sacrifice a hell of a lot more with them than my family. I guess I’m just an extremely social, loveable, talkative person. That’s just the way I’ve always been… and I don’t want it to change. [/size][/color]
My past is nothing special,
[/size][/font][/center]Dear i'd love to know who your parents are?
Isabelle Thompson -- 42 -- Secretary
Vincent Thompson -- 50—Stock Broker
Did you have someone to argue with when you were younger?
Antoinette Thompson -- 13 -- sister -- annoyance
Stacey Thompson -- 9 -- sister -- another annoyance.
Any wild animals running around your house?
Monster(Monnie) -- Dog. -- Bernese Mountain Dog. – White, Black & Brown – clicket
So I wanna know about your past, present, and maybe even future?
My story started in July, 1990 in a storage closet of the Seattle broker firm. Vincent Thompson was an up and coming stock broker whilst Isabelle Porter was working as a secretary for his boss. Their closet relationship would’ve been absolutely perfect, had the trusty rubber not have broken. 9 months later, their fair haired little bundle of joy was born. Me! A month after my birth, my parents got hitched for real with a quick ceremony. Despite the cliché matrimony, Vincent and Isabelle’s marriage worked out lovely and even produced two more children to accompany me.
My childhood was nothing out of the ordinary; I tried in school just as much as the other kids did, and grew up with multiple friends, the works. Like most boys, I was the little troublemaker in my year who always got sent to the back of the room or got sent to the principals office. But honestly, who isn’t a troublemaker at that age? I soon entered high school and lost contact with my childhood friends, mixing in with a new group of kids who sent my life spiralling downwards. I was introduced to the things that have killed people over years, drugs. Mind you, this was when I was still in my troublemaker years, and soon after I started those, I started drinking too.
My mother started noticing how zoned out I became after a few months and kept asking if something was wrong. With a lazy, stiff shrug of my shoulders, I brushed her off almost every time. It wasn’t long till I was sent to see the school councillor, and surprisingly enough, they made me take drug tests. Ugh, that blew the whole cover on everything didn’t it? As soon as my mother was informed, I was thrown into rehab for kids (or whatever it’s called) for almost 2 years. Fucking.Gay. It was horrible there. Oh yeah, and soon after I got out of rehab, I took up martial arts. I’m not officially a black belt, fuckyeah.
But, luckily for me my drug habits never stuck! HAHA, I beat the fucking system. I was taken out of rehab with a complete recover, and never, EVER, do I want to take drugs ever again. Unless their prescribed, of course. By the time I entered high school, I made a pact with a few of my new and old friends that we’d avoid drinking in excess and quit the drugs. It was hard to change them, but they finally stopped and became clean like me. But, you know, this only really lasted for about a year or so until my family moved to Arizona. The move completely and utterly devastated me, I hated leaving behind those I’d grown up with, and the house I grew up in as well, but my overly social personality allowed me to take it in stride. Although I did miss my friends from Seattle more than anything else in the world, it didn’t take me long to make a whole new round of friends and start things all over again.
It was here in Arizona that I met the guys from Party! On the dance floor. Even though they’re older than me, they accept me as one of them and now we’re all pretty much extremely good friends. We have our moments where we fight, or I annoy them with my completely random rambling rants, but most of all, I highly doubt any of us would want to break up our friendship. Currently I’ve kept up my promise to myself that I’d stay off the drugs, and only drink frequently when there is a huge party on. I don’t smoke either, heck, don’t even get me fucking started on those cancer riddled sticks. I hate them, and don’t worry, I’ll let you know what I think about you and your fucking rank smell. Yes, they smell bad, and they make you reek too. End.Of.Fucking.Story. So yeah, that’s pretty much my life up until now; I’m in the Nineteen Stars tour and loving it, besides the fact that there are lots of random sluts here… who often try to get me to do things with them. Ew, no, I’d rather not get fucking STD’s and AIDS.[/size][/color]
Who are you exactly,
[/size][/font][/center]And so who are you really? ashlay
So your how old again? turning 16 on the 9th of jan ;D
You've been roleplaying for how long? 3-4 years
How many other characters do you have? Storm Ebony Wilson
What would you like your member title to be? N/A
Oh! whats the secret password love? you can’t get there from here
Hm... anything else I should know? RAWR!
SEEEEE STORMMY =D.
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