Post by davis mclaren . on Aug 23, 2008 21:33:49 GMT -5
BEHIND THE MASK&&
[/size]name: Amy.
age: A m y .
gender: amy.
years of experience: AMY-NESS!BACK TO BASICS&&
name: Davis Evan McLaren.
nickname: D, McLaren, Sasquatch, Gigantor, Mop-Head, and "Davis Evan McLaren!" (by Granny)
age: Seventeen and a half.
gender: Male.
sexual orientation: Straighter than a board.
race: Human.
blood: n/a
sin/virtue: n/aLOOK INTO THE MIRROR&&
celebrity: Jared Padalecki.
picture:
height: 6'4"
weight: 187 lbs (though he'll often say that he's "200 pounds of muscle").
eye colour: Brown.
hair colour: Brown.
heritage:"African American"Caucasian to the core.
tattoos: He'll say he has one, but he just can't find it. (So that means he's got none.)
piercings: None.
flaws: Flaws? What flaws? Davis has no flaws! He's too cool for 'em. Hah, just kidding, he's got a few, some of which he's aware of and other's he's not.
physical ; Dave's got a few flaws, that nasty ol' beard, of course, but Davis? Nope, think you've got the wrong guy, he's too special for physical flaws . . . or so he thinks. His hair - while he personally wouldn't change it (as the girls seem to enjoy the mop these days), it has it's downfall. The main one is that it always gets in his eyes. He'll often complain about this, much to the dismay of his companions. His nose occasionally bothers him when photographed, depending on the angle.
emotional ; He's one of those overly friendly types, it's all in good nature, really, it just might not come out that way. One of the most annoying flaws of Mr. McLaren is his continuous complaints, the boy never seems to be able to stop, once he's on a roll, it's hard to bring him to a halt. He'll find the simplest things to complain about such as, 'why does my shirt have to be this shade of blue? it looks too purple-y' or 'that plant looks like barf,' or maybe something like 'I'm bored, do you ever do anything exciting?' Here you see another one of his personality flaws, the lack of the ability to keep his mouth shut - he rarely thinks before he speaks, not calculating what might hurt someone's feelings as opposed what's appropriate for casual conversation.
overall appearance: "A living and breathing replica of Adonis." Okay, so not exactly, but D certainly thinks so. Everything from his freakishly tall stature to his floppy hair to those puppy dog eyes no one can resist and all the way to his laid back (and sometimes a bit odd) sense of style.
If height was everything, Mister McLaren would be the king of the world, this guy rarely meets someone his age that's taller than him. Standing at 6'4", it's pretty obvious that he's taller than your average person, his height has given him his fair share of nicknames, all of which he accepts out of good humor.
Oh the hair, it means so much these days, doesn't it? Davis' hair reaches his ears in length, flipping out a bit on the ends. The color's a classic brown, nothing special, really, it's not like he has his hair feathered and highlighted, he likes to think he's 'au naturel' no dyes or any fancy schmancy stuff some guys mess with. Hair gel? No thanks! And, even if he wanted to use hair gel . . . it wouldn't work, his hair's too long and he's not cutting it any time soon - he's much more of a longer hair guy. Yep, D's the kid with floppy brown hair.
You know that look puppies give you when you tell them they can't have something? That look that makes you melt inside and want to scoop them up and give them whatever they want, even if you have to go way out of you way to do so? Yeah, well if you can imagine that look on a human, you've D's puppy face.
When it comes to fashion, he's there and he's not all at the same time. He doesn't try and look cool, he wears the first thing that catches his eye in the morning, sometimes it looks good, other times . . . not so much. Polo shirts are a common thing for him, but you won't find him in one every single day of the week - maybe just once a week, twice if you're lucky.BE YOURSELF&&
likes: Candy.
Parties.
Granny.
Flirting.
Mosh pits.
Halloween.
Girls, girls, girls!
"Friendly blackmail."
Calling people short.
Giving and receiving hugs.
Annoying the crap out of his friends.
Music (he doesn't have any talents or anything, he just likes listening to it).
Ben & Jerry's ice cream (favorite: Peanut Butter Cup, second favorite: Cookie Dough).
dislikes: School.
Reading.
Studying.
Theater / drama.
Formalities of any sort.
When people are taller than him.
Being scolded for whatever reason.
Being called 'Dave' (it makes him feel like he should grow a goatee).
Getting hit by Jake (anyone, really, but Jake mainly 'cause "damn! that guy can pack a punch!").
strengths:"I'm classy."
Eating.
Sleeping soundly.
His puppy dog face and eyes.
Making people laugh without even trying.
Stealing other people's food from their plate.
Height ("I can always reach the cookie jar!").
He can become friends with a wide variety of people.
weaknesses: Standing still.
Being serious (when forced).
Constantly points out the obvious.
Often says the wrong thing at the wrong time.
Classless (doesn't really have the ability to charm a girl like most guys).
Keeping secrets (no matter how much he promises he won't tell anyone, it'll slip out in two seconds).
overall personality: How about we start off on a good note? A serious note, rather. As you read the following paragraphs, you'll come to realize that Davis McLaren is not your studious type, nor is he your 'let's sit down and talk' type; as you read, you might even come to the conclusion that the only part of D is the childish part, 100% immature, jokester, and all around pervert. The truth of the matter is that, though he rarely shows it, he has a serious side. He doesn't joke about certain things, such as death, he seems to understand that of all of the inappropriate things to joke about that he does end up joking about, death is one of those that you just don't mess with. When it comes to his parents, just don't go there, don't. And for Gran? Don't go there either or else you'll be seeing a side of D that's hardly ever seen.
Another part of him that one might be surprised by is the fact that he's not a stupid guy, he just doesn't apply himself in school, he chooses not to try and, therefore, doesn't do nearly as good as he could do. Does he want to apply himself? No, not really, he's perfectly content with slipping by with B's and the occasional C in his weaker classes.
The D the majority of the population knows consists of six main things: the joker, the flirt, the pervert, the puppy, the kid, and the total guy. Why not start from the top and work our way down, shall we? The joker. While he may not be very good at it, it doesn't stop him from joking about pretty much everything. His jokes could be one of the cheesy overly-heard ones such as "Your refrigerator is running, you should probably go and catch it," or something like "Do you know why the Energizer Bunny was arrested? Because he was charged with battery!" Yes, puns are his best friends; do they get tiring after a while? Hell yes, but does that stop him from telling more? Not at all. If you look at the amount of times he brings up these type of jokes, it's clear that he favors these kinds when it comes to clean jokes. Clean jokes? Well, I guess you could say that Davis is known for his dirty jokes, or rather, he drops those every chance he gets, so they are, by far, his favorite - but that's another story.
The flirt . . .
The pervert . . .
The puppy . . .
There's a kid in everyone, right? A little part of them that never grew up, well for Sasquatch here, he's 100% kid, all six feet of him. Also much like a kid, secrets aren't something that he holds onto, while he doesn't spread them around,unless it's really exciting,if asked what [insert name here] told him, he'd answer with the truth, only to remember a minute later that he wasn't supposed to tell anyone that.
Boys, boys, boys, they're all the same in some ways, aren't they?CAN'T RUN FROM YOUR PAST&&
parents:
Thomas, father, deceased.
Hannah, mother, deceased.
siblings: None.
other:
Phyllis "Granny / Gran-Gran" McLaren, grandmother, 81 'and still kicking!'
Daniel Grace, 'brother,' 17.
pets: None.
overall history: birth ♦ Davis Evan McLaren was born in San Antonio, Texas, on October 18, 1991, to Thomas and Hannah McLaren, two parents as proud as any with the news that their first child was born right on time and was in perfect health, the only thing abnormal about the baby was the fact that he was three inches longer than your average baby. Yes, D was a big baby.
granny's house ♦ When Davis turned six months old, Thomas and Hannah left in the middle of the night, dropping off D in the middle of the night at Phyllis McLaren's house, his grandmother. They said that there wasn't any time to explain, but that she was to open the letter on D's first birthday if they didn't hear from them. What was going on? Phyllis had no earthly idea, and baby D was sound asleep. The envelope contained two handwritten letters from his parents, neither explaining exactly what the two were up to, but it didn't look good. While nowadays, Granny and D refer to his parents as 'missing,' both of them refusing to give up hope that maybe they're still out there, despite the virtual impossibility of such luck.
daniel ♦ Years passed and still no sign from either of his parents, Davis and his grandmother were getting along, but a day didn't go by where they didn't think about their missing family members. The two developed a relationship few held with their grandparents, it was almost as though they were the best of friends, despite the age difference. Sure, Davis didn't go around throwing dirty jokes all over the place while she was around, but that wasn't because it would've made things a bit awkward between them, it was because he knew that he'd get a whack upside his head with that purse of hers. Any eye-lingering on a passing girl and he gets dragged away by the ear, being scolded along the way.
the truth speech ♦ Demons, angels, werewolves, and vampires. They were all real, Daniel'd encountered or seen at least one of each along his travels, and he himself was an demon. A freaking demon! Overall, I'd say that D took the whole concept pretty well, there weren't any 'get the fuck out of my house!' statements, just something a little like "Wow, that's fricken' sweet! Can you fly me to the Stop 'n' Go, I wanna pick up some Cheetos." Mature, right? Well, that's Davis for yah.
missing! ♦ Months passed, the two boys wreaking havoc to keep themselves busy, both finding things they had in common and things that set them apart; regardless, Davis and Daniel were one dynamic duo. D'd begun to think of him as a brother, even, a second half that was always there, someone to play the 'how many chicks can you get?' game - it was a fair match, to say the least - unless of course, the crowd decided to be a bore and the ladies weren't into D's extremely forward and overly suggestive comments. Danny-boy definitely was more smooth, wiser in his words, than Davis, he knew how to charm without being extremely forward. D just didn't have the patience for that, he liked to jump right into things. Life was going on as normal, everything was snugly fit in a simple routine, until one day, Daniel was gone; just up and left without any warning whatsoever. D's first reaction was anger - how could he do that to him and Gran who'd obviously begun to think of him as a third family member. It was his grandmother that had scolded him, explaining that Daniel was free to come and go as he pleased, she wasn't going to house him against his will.
vancouver ♦ A while after Daniel left, Davis decided that he was being too much of a burden on his grandmother, explaining to her that he'd been invited to move in with a friend. In response, she suggested that he go to boarding school, if he was 'really getting tired of me, no need to make excuses.' How did Gran know her grandson so well? He had no earthly idea, but it sure seemed to make things easier in the sense that he didn't always have to explain things to her or his motives behind certain actions - she already knew. So Davis was sent off to Vancouver, Canada, which was an awfully long way from the Lone Star State, to attend none other than Collingwood Secondary. Did he know what creatures also attended the school? No. Did he know who he would meet there, his long lost 'brother' of sorts, Daniel Grace? No fucking way.
present ♦ Today, D's gotten settled into life here at Collingwood, making friends along the way. While he's taking advantage of the freedom he has here and is enjoying it immensely, it doesn't mean that he doesn't miss the folks back home.He still keeps in touch with his Texas friends via the internet or phone. Davis also calls his grandmother to check in with her every once in a while, to see how she's doing and learn the oh so interesting gossip that was circulating around at Phyllis' bridge club.ALL I NEED IS THE REST&&
secret word: fallen angel
other characters on this site?: Valentine, Grace, Danvers, and kinda-sorta-maybe Collins.
anything else?: I still love this site!
sample roleplay: I'm too special for this . . . right?