Post by Justin Lucas Shawn on Jun 27, 2009 18:31:35 GMT -5
SHAWN, JUSTIN, L
Justin Lucas Shawn
A Sorta Fairytale With You
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A Sorta Fairytale With You
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Gender;; Male
Hair Color;; Blond
Length;; Click
Height;; 5'9"
Body Size;; Lean, slightly on the skinny side with toned muscles.
Eye Color;; Blue
Style;; William Mosely... >.<
Appearance;;
Justin is your quintessential hot guy. He has got the round blue eyes and dark blond/light brown hair of one of those charming womanizers in the movies. His complexion is that perfect shade of 'white' that tans well in the summer and looks fine even without the tan. Though he is not the tallest guy in the world, Justin has an aura of confidence and easiness about him that makes the height difference seem like nothing. His body is toned and fit, but he's built to the be athletic soccer player, not the muscular street brawler. Should he get into a fight, his opponent would not have to try very hard to win.
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Age;; Eighteen
Grade;; Senior
Birthday;; November 11, 1989
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Parents;; Charlotte Fornelle [biological mother] ; Lucas Shawn [biological father]
Parental Occupation(s);; Actress/Owns a line of hotels and Casino Owner (in Las Vegas
Siblings;; Only child
Pets;; Sebastian [Male orange tabby; 4] and Tyler [Male australian shepherd; 2]
Monthly Income;; $1,000,000 or more
Home Appraisal;; One of the largest homes in the hamptons, it is guestimated to be well over twenty million. Justin lives there alone most of the time, his father always away to Las Vegas and his mother going often to different locations for shoots.
Wardrobe Appraisal;; $60,000 'I'll dress up for anyone.'
History;;
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Sexual Orientation;; Secretly Bi-curious
Attitude;; Mostly Nice
Gossip Level;; Frequent
Quirks;; ~{1}~ Cocky Arrogance
~{2}~ Hypocrite About Gossip
Likes;; ~{1}~ Making People Laugh
~{2}~ Bribing People
~{3}~ Girls
~{4}~ Guys Too (he thinks)
~{5}~ Animals--His Cat, Especially
~{6}~ Secrets
~{7}~ Sushi
~{8}~ Asian food
Dislikes;; ~{1}~ Stuck-ups
~{2}~ Being Seen As A Stuck-up
~{3}~ Hurting Other People
~{4}~ Gossip
~{5}~ Animal Haters
~{6}~ Meatballs
~{7}~ Emo/Goth People
~{8}~ The Color Pink
Strengths;; ~{1}~ Confident
~{2}~ Enough Money To Literally Do Anything
~{3}~ Good At Making People Laugh
Weaknesses;; ~{1}~ Too Confident
~{2}~ Too Dependant On Money
Fears;; ~{1}~ Mice
~{2}~ Being Poor
Personality;;
Cocky. Yay for money! Lots of money! I can do anything! ...That's basically how he sees things. He's smart enough to make it an 'aura' of cockiness displayed by his careless demeanor and words, but he is very proud of his situation in life, and sees nothing happening in the future that will knock him off his pedestal.
Humorous. He loves making people laugh, and somehow he manages to do it most of time. Don't ask me how.
Clever. Call it a quick tongue. Justin can weave poems, spin tales, spout lies, avoid subjects, and dance around problems on the spot with very little effort. He doesn't know how to read people, per se, but there is very little chance of outwitting him with words. Unless you intimidate him, at which case he becomes tongue-tied.
Confused. Easily seen by the fact that he doesn't really know what his sexuality is, Justin is a little confused about life. Though he seems confident that everything will end up perfectly well, he is not confident in and of himself, and without his money to buy him out of things, he would be very lost indeed.
Secretive. Yeah, he's very nice and gentlemanly to almost everyone, but he's not open to them! Feh! You become open to them and next thing you know your deepest, darkest secrets are being shouted in the hallways!
Easy Going. He has an overall laid-back attitude about everything. He's not jumpy about much, he's not openly cocky, he's not really arguementative unless he cares a good bit about the topic, and while he likes to make people laugh, he doesn't go acting like a crazy comedian in order to do so. Some people would call him boring because of this, but the romantics can't get enough of Justin.
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Name;; Thady
Age;;
Experience;; Five years
Other;; Not really. =P
Search;; An advertisement Lori put up
Example;;
'Hockey this, hockey that. Stop giving up the puck up to tackle that guy into the wall. You're a great player but you need to work with your team sometimes.' Sure, Oliver liked hockey. He preferred it when it was cold and he liked the brutality of the sport. Many times it felt like fighting. But the coach was an ass, telling him to do things differently all the time, telling him about all the mistakes he was making when the fact remained staring him in the face: Oli's team always won, and that was a fact. So why was he out here in the fields instead of training? Why was he forsaking his frozen haven? Because he was lazy. And fed up. And most of all sent away by the coach.
He was basically wandering wherever he felt like, acting like a defensive animal whenever people approached him about it. Pretty soon they were both intimidated and weirded out and he was left to himself again. He wasn't in the mood for people. Especially the jocks upon whose land he was encroaching. The only thing right now that could get his attention would be a pretty little distraction; a pretty little--Well well! What was this?
Oliver was leaning against a small tree at the edge of the field at this moment, watching his surroundings absently and thinking viscously about his coach. Insulting others always made him feel better, even if it was only in his head. He'd been just about ready to relocate when his dark eyes fell upon a girl lying on her back in the sun. He grinned a little to himself, leaning off the tree and making his way slowly toward her, gaze never faltering. At this point, she was just a distraction--nothing more. Oliver wasn't a player and he knew it. But this could be fun, regardless.
His body cast a shadow over her before he was in her line of sight. But once he was he loomed over her, the shade coupled with his dark hair covering his eyes. He looked rather frightening, actually. But his mouth was smiling, his demeanor relaxed and only slightly aggressive. People got used to that. Oliver never wasn't aggressive.
He stood there only for a second, impulse guiding him more than his mind. Soon he was sitting cross-legged in front of her, so that if she were to sit up they'd be at a comfortable talking distance. His eyes wandered around her body for a second, moving back to her face when he made his greeting. "Are we brooding, or daydreaming?" He smirked, hand moving down to play with some grass. Glancing at her face and then down toward his hand, he found it in himself to introduce himself.
"I'm Oliver, by the way."
