Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Nov 10, 2007 3:05:34 GMT -5
BEHIND THE MASK&&
[/size]name:
Jesslynn
age:
Sixteen
gender:
Female
years of experiance:
Three to FourBACK TO BASICS&&
name:
Douglas Judiah Cleaver
nickname:
Doug, Dougie, Jude
age:
Eighteen
gender:
Male
sexual orrientation:
Straight
race:
Vampire
blood:
Pure
sin:
WrathLOOK INTO THE MIRROR&&
celebrity:
DOUGIE EFFING POYNTER
picture:
height:
6'5"
weight:
190 lbs
eye colour:
Blue
hair colour:
Blond
heritage:
Caucasian [Transylvania]
tattoos:
One large designe on his chest and right arm.
peircings:
Stretchers. [earrings]
flaws:
Everyone has flaws. Dougie's biggest flaw is that he's a heroin addict, straight up and out there. He likes to get away from reality, even if it's only for a couple minutes. He also bites his nails, even though that is more like a habit rather than a flaw. Dougie hates his face shape, he finds it too round and that his hair doesn't really suit it. Thank god he would never change his hair; he would rather change his face.
overall appearance:
As Dougie walks through the halls of Argyle University, he can usually see over the hords of people squishing through the narrow hallway. Seeing as this young english-born boy is around 6'3" and around 187 pounds of mostly muscle and bone. He is the type of guy who would be owning the basketball courts and scoring all of the baskets, if he played basketball. His face is baby faced, other than the broad chin and strong, english, bone structure that he had inhareted by his father. His eyes, however, he inhareted from his mother; deep navy blue pools of emotion that are shown quite frequently. In the middle of Dougie's, alomst pretty, face, there is a cute nose that even's out his face quite nicely, also inhareting this from his father; his lips are a bit on the small side, but he is not lacking in kiss talent. His teeth are white and straight, seeing as his mother is a dentist and his father is a doctor, because he's a health freak. Dougie's skin is fair and he has freckled placed all over his nose and cheeks, making him look Irish.
Dougie dyes his hair quite frequently, and many different colours as well; usually black and blond, though. His hair cut is very different; he has long bangs that swoop eitehr to teh side or just stay in front of his face and is short in the back. His body type is muscular, yet lanky, his posture is terrible; he walked slouched over with his hands in his pockets. However, when it comes to performing, he has great posture, unless he puts his guitar low, then he goes back to his slouching ways. His shoulders are a broad and square and his arms are long and just the right size, not too bulcky and not to lanky; Dougie's hands are very big. Dougie has a very broad neck and it's a bit on the short side, but it just make's his face more broad and manly, which is nice. His feet are a good size 12 and he usually has a pair of either Vans, Converse, Enties or Elements on them. Another thing about Dougie's appearance is that he sometimes as red circles around his deep eyes from the weed or heroin he has done before he ran into you. His sense of style is a bit of a mixture between emo and skater; he wears tight and baggy shirts and the same with his jeans, they could be either baggy or skinny, but on his head he usually has a tuke or a baller cap on; unless he is on stage of course.
Dougie isn't a type of person who cares too much about the way he looks, but if he had to chose to change something about himself, it would probably be his lips. Dougie, personally, finds them a tad bit too small for his face structure and they get on his nerves constantly. There are a couple little things that Dougie isn't too fond of on himself; one things is that he is very concious about his teeth and breath, he hates knowing that he has bad breath or that his teeth are going a yellowish tinge. Seeing as his mother is a dentist and his father is a doctor, he is very conious about his hygene and health and he hates it when he gains an extra pound. Also, Dougie isn't too fond about the colour of his hair, that's why he dyes it. His natural hair colour is a mousy bnrown that looks faded and gross, so he dyes it blond to make it look more rich and natural.BE YOURSELF&&
likes:
+bass
+snakes
+skating
+BMX
+tagging
+hot chocolate
+his puppy; Jude
+sex
+pot/ weed
+girls
+blood
dislikes:
-drugs
-liars
-cheaters
-fakes
-wanna-bes
-n00bs
-plastics
-snobs
-posers
-emo kids
-werewolves
strengths:
+bass
+singing
+skating
+courage
+loyalty
+forgivness
+laid-back
weaknesses:
-curiosity
-trust [trusting others]
-courage
-loyalty
-laid-back
-romance
overall personality:
The Good Side: Dougie is uaully in a good mood, which means he's usually smiling and greeting people with a hug or a friendly wave in the halls. He loves to socialize and meet new people, even if he has never met them once in his whole entire life. His aura is all around happy and cheery, yet not too happy and cheery. The very presence of him sitting beside you makes you happy and want to do something. He is also very outgoing, if he likes a girl, he'll go right up to her and ask her out, and if she rejects him, he'll bounce right back from it. He is quite athletic as well, he love soccer, it's his favourite sport and one of his favourite passed times; other than music and singing. He is also very touchy feely, he'll get right up and personal and he absolutley loves hugs.
The Bad Side: The enemies of Dougie Cleaver usually steer clear of him, knowing that he likes to get up close and personal. He is not afriad to get into a fist fight if needed, however, it is his last resort and he will talk rudley to you and ignore you when you are talking to him. It takes quite a lot for Dougie to hate you, so if you did something to one of his friends he will never forgive you. Also , if he sees you talking down to someone, even if he has no idea who they are, he will walk right up to you and tell you to stop. His voice is very low and very loud when he wants to make it that way, plus he's very tall, which makes him very intimidating and fearful-looking. Dougie is not afraid to use brutallity when it comes to sticking up for his friends; he has a few scars from a few 'bar fights'. He is very unpredictable and can change his mood at any moment.
Over all, Dougie is a pretty reasonable guy with morals and immorals. He loves to have a great time and is really easy to talk to; but can be your worst nightmare at the flick of a switch. He is a big teddybear with a huge heart until you do something to piss him off; he'll blow you to peices. He can be reserved the first second and totally out in the open the next, he is very unpredictacble and he's proud of that, unfortunaly.CAN'T RUN FROM YOUR PAST&&
parents:
martin cleaver » father [deceased; killed by werewolf]
karley cleaver » moither [44; Vampire]
sibblings:
jade cleaver » baby sister [2 months]
other:
---
pets:
puppy » pitbull » jude
overall history:
Dougie's up bringing started on a beautiful day on March 3rd in 1989 in London, England. He lived in that beautiful country that he loved ever so much for twelve years until he got to highschool and moved to Russia. However, we will be going into a bit more detail for this young lad, seeing as he has gone through so much in the seventeen years that he has been walking this earth.
The Early Years: Dougie started to love music at a very young age and started guitar when he was nine. His father used to be in a band so he, personally, taught his son to play the interment that he is now revolving his life around. However, when Dougie was ten, tragidy struck the house hold when his father came down with colon cancer and nearly had his life cut short. This left Dougie in a depressed state, and this is where all hell started to break lose upon the young boy.
The Pre-Teen Years: At thirteen, Mister Dougie Cleaver was 'the rebel' of his school; he would graffiti the sides of the school, break car windows and do anything he could to piss off his parents. Even worse, at fourteen Dougie started to experiance with drugs; inculding heroin and cocain. He would go off for weeks on end and not come home until late at night, only because the cops had found him. Now, the final straw that sent Dougie over the edge, his father, whom he had loved and respected since he was only a few months old, had been murdered by a were wolf. Dougie's music wasn't enough to channel his anger, sadness and fright so, he over dosed and was sent into a coma for five weeks. He also vowed to avenge his father's death and murder the werewolf who murdered his father.
The Teen Years: After the overdose, Dougie realised that life was better to live than to end it in a blink of an eye. He started to socialise more, stop rebelling and get better marks, but still into drugs and parties. That was when he first met Marina; a girl whom he knew he would be with until the end of time. She was shy, smart and really funny, Dougie loved her with all of his heart. Until one day, when Marina confessed that she had cheated on him and broke up with him. Dougie was devistated; his heart broke in two and he knew he was going to have troubles getting into another relationship.
The Young-Adult Years: Dougie has been doing very well, making more friends and leaning on them for support. His marks at Argyle are excellent and his self-esteem has gone up a whole bunch as well.ALL I NEED IS THE REST&&
secret word:i ated it
other characters on this site?:
Petunia Nelson
anything else?:
I'm Cool.
sample roleplay:A muscular arm snuck out from underneath a set of power rangers sheets and blanket. He slammed his large hand down on the red peice of plastic that was making that infernal beeping noise, causing it to stop. The teenager lay there for a while longer, letting the process of waking up take it's course. It was like this every morning. He'd wake up extra early, have a shower, get dressed, pick up his bass and got up to the roof to watch the sun rise and paractise his bass. A groan escaped his lips as he fally sat up in bed, running a hand through his blond hair. His bare chest showed goosebumps as the lack of blankets and the arrival of the cool air showed. The sun wasn't even up yet and there were still stars in the sky as the teenage bot looked towards the window. That was what he saw every morning, the stars in the sky and then the sun rising, once he got to the roof. The senior student crawled out of bed, his blue eyes still half closed as he walked towards the bathroom to get ready for school.
His muscular arm reached out to grab the cold, metal knob and turned it to the right, opening the white door and walking into the bathroom. His barely tanned face appeared in the mirror as he opened his eyes completely, forgetting to turn on the lights. He turned his head, where he thought was, to the light switch as his hand felt around for the pockey flickey-maggigey before he found it and turn on the lights. He groaned and closed his eyes, the intensity of the lights was overwhelming, since you had been in the dark for the longest time. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he opened his eyes and looked into the mirror, his blue orbs staring back at him. The eighteen year old rebel turned on the tap and cupped his two hands together, filling them with water before splashing it on his face. He shook his head and immediatly woke up and was ready to start the day.
Rummaging around his drawers, he finally found his toothpaste that would go with his green toothbrush. He upened the toothpaste cap and squeezed colgate total onto his green crest spin brush. Opening his mouth, he put the vibrating brush into his mouth and started brushing, vigerously, all over his teeth. He always did in the morning and at night, nto wanting to have bad breath or gross teeth. See, his mom was a dentist and his father used to be an orthodontist, this made Dougie very concious about his teeth. However, his teeth were perfect, seeing as his dad put everything on him, braces, head gear, retainer, you name it, he's had it. Once he was done brushing, he spat out the residue and gave himself a smile in the mirror, making sure that he didn't miss something. He wiped off the white residue around his mouth before he filled a cup with water and took a sip, washing the ater all around his mouth and then spitting it out again.
He soon finished his teeth and moved onto a shower. Closing the door, he pulled the curtain back and turned on the water, adjusting it so it was the right tempurature. He stripped off his yellow happy face boxers before he stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water pound on his muscular body and cleanse him. He got his hair wet before he grabbed his shampoo and scrubbed his shaggy, blond hair before he rinsed it out. Next, her took his 'Old Spice' body wash and started to clean his body, knowing that he was goign to get sweaty, but he didn't have to smell bad while getting sweaty. Everytime he got into the shower, Carley sunk into his head; how much he loved her and how she cheated on him. It was rather depressing at times and it only came back to him once in a while. He had been over her and had moved onto other girls, almost finding love but getting scared just before it happens and leaving them. It was a bad habit of his and he knew he needed to stop it eventually.
Mister Cleaver reached out his hand once more and turned off the running water before opening the curtain and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around his waist. He looked into the mirror once more and checked for facial hair, just in case he needed to shave. Nope, nothing. He grinned softly before grabbing his boxers and walking out of the bathroom. There was another thing about Dougie, he liked to experiment with drugs, well more like abuse drugs. Dougie Cleaver was heroine addict and he hadn't told anyone, they had to find out when he overdosed a few years back. However, only his family members knew about this little episode, none of his friends knew. Dougie sighed softly as he opened his drawers to pick out his outfit for the day. He threw out a pair of fresh boxers, a wife beater, a black dress shirt, or what used to be a dress shirt, and a pair of baggy jeans.
Oddly enough, they all landed on his bed and Dougie didn't have to go searching for them. He slowly dressed himself, still having a while until the sun came up and he would be able to watch the beauty of nature. See, Dougie was rebel, but he appreciated the little things in life, like when the sun set and rose and when I spider spun it's web. It was kind of odd, though, how he appreciated little things but could have his life end at any moment. He sighed softly as he put on the last thing of his little 'outfit', the black dress shirt. He popped the collar up and looked in the mirror, just making sure he looked okay. The young musician shrugged and walked over to the door to put his enties skate shoes on. He stood up once more, looking around the messy room for his bass, which his father had baught him for his birthday.
Once he spotted it, he walked over to it, picked it up and carried it up to the roof, where he would watch the sun rise and practise for a while before his busy day started. It took a while to get to the roof though, many flights of stairs and no elevator. So, it was basically a morning work out as well. Most people would think that Dougie was completely insane for getting up this early just for a god d**n sun rise. He had a reason, he and his dad would watch the sun rise every time they went camping. Dougie didn't find out that you could watch the sun rise here until he came up one time and it did. He had been doing the same thing ever sinse. Then, he decided that he would play his bass as well, get some extra practise in. Dougie finally reached the top of the roof and looked out among the lights and listened to the sounds of the city.
Dougie walked towards the edge of the building and sat down, opening his bass case and putting it around his shoulder. He smiled as he started strumming and picking, creating a sing that him and his band had been writing. He bit his lip softly as he waited for the sun start to rise and he could just watch it and listen to the city wake up, just like he did every morning.