Post by zane on Aug 18, 2011 23:14:52 GMT -5
you're my brand of heroin ,
Zane Kylie Jamero
"You truly are one frightening little monster."
~Jasper Hale~
Zane Kylie Jamero
"You truly are one frightening little monster."
~Jasper Hale~
character full name: Zane Kylie Jamero
alias: Zaney or Zan
age: Actually 7/Appears 17
birthday: May 1, 2001
affiliation: ---
status: Hybrid
"I'd noticed that his eyes were black - coal black."
~Isabella Swan~
~Isabella Swan~
eyes: Almond-shaped and dark brown
hair: Short, shaggy, and black
height: 5'8''
weight: 140 lbs.
distinguishing features: Usually wears a watch on his left wrist
general appearance: at least a paragraph. include usual clothing, facial features, body build, etc.
"I will always tell you the truth."
~Alice Cullen~
~Alice Cullen~
likes:
- Girls
- Cleanliness
- Hoodies
- Peacocks
- Mimicking people’s voices
- Social situations
- Cooking
- Meeting interesting people
- Music
- Learning
dislikes:
- Tuxes
- Liars
- Fake people
- When people can’t understand his accent
- Being ignored
- Negativity
- Cold weather
- Rain
- Violence
- Failure
ambitions: He wants to have a normal life or rather, as normal of a life as he can get because he doesn't want to continue living as an outcast.
abilities:
- Mimicking people’s voices
- Drawing
- Singing
secrets:
- Wants to be part of a family
- Has OCD tendencies
- Feels depressed when alone
personality: If you are important to Zane, whether you’re just a friend, or you’re family, Zane will do whatever he can to make sure that you are okay. Sometimes he can go a little too far. But not only is he protective over people that are important to him, he is also very protective of his stuff. Especially if it is valuable to him in some way. He doesn’t like it when people touch his items.
Zane is usually a little bit awkward around people, and it can be something to get used to. The biggest thing that throws people off is his ability to mimic people’s voices perfectly. When he meets a new person, he likes to mimic their voice because it helps him remember the person. It tends to freak most people out. He also writes with his left hand, but does everything else dominate right handed. People notice, and often ask him about it.
When Zane makes a new friend he tends to become attached quickly. He will want to hang out a lot, and get upset if you cancel on him, or don’t hang out with him at least once or twice a week. He’s even worse in a relationship. He will want to spend every day with his girlfriend, and will get upset if she cannot hang out. Some girls find it endearing, while others find it to be way too much, leaving him with heartbreak.
"Don't get your family slaughtered for pride."
~Carlisle Cullen~
~Carlisle Cullen~
mother: name, age, occupation (if applicable)
father: name, age, occupation (if applicable)
siblings: name, age, grade/occupation (if applicable)
others: name, age, relationship (if applicable)
history: at least three detailed paragraphs
"You will never put me through that again."
~Esme Cullen~
~Esme Cullen~
player: Brenda/CrimsonSkits
age: Seventeen
member title: Hybrid
password: PURE
anything else: ---
rp sample:
She was tired, but she wasn't about to admit it. Everybody teased that her children had gained their stubborn nature from their mother. All she could do was agree with them. After all, what mother would deny their children getting such a unique trait from themselves? Of course, this wasn't to say that the trait was unique but rather, the way they applied it to their lives was unique. Involuntarily, her mind drifted toward her late husband, Harry Clearwater. After his death, it felt like the world had stopped spinning but for the sake of those around her, no matter how much it pained her to pretend that everything was alright, despite the fact he was no longer with her, she had barreled on with her life without any hesitation.
Now, she was dating Charlie, the one man that had the ability to make her heart soar and the rest of her troubles simply melt away. Even though she loved him, she wasn't quite ready to broach the subject of getting remarried let alone consider it, no matter how much her children claimed she deserved her own slice of heaven. For her, being the simple woman that she was, she had her slice of heaven when she was enveloped in the man's arms. Even without the ring, his last name, or a marriage certificate, she was his for as long as he chose to have her. Certainly, the situation wasn't easy, but she was still taking life by the horns and riding the waves like a surfer hyped up on steroids. It was then that her dark eyes opened to gaze up toward the dim lighting that filtered down from the ceiling light. The familiar but gentle pressure of Charlie's body curled next to hers calmed her frayed nerves and lulled her into a secure state of mind.
Stirring lightly, she sat up as her tremulous fingers dragged the sheets toward her chest. It was a feeble attempt to make herself partially decent, even if only for a little while. Knowing him and his job, he would be up and about soon to get ready for work, which meant she would need to drag her own lazy bum out of the bed and return home. Ah, how she dreaded the trip back. With a sigh of resignation, she glanced briefly toward the clothing that she had set out and folded the previous night. It was odd, readjusting to the fact that she was now in the bed of a man that wasn't Harry and surprisingly enough, the tribe either turned a blind eye or simply gave into the fact that she was old enough to make her own decisions, live her life the way she wanted to live it without the decisions being made for her. Shrugging it off, she allowed her eyes to fully adjust before sliding off of the bed and tugging on her robe.
Slow movements brought her to the kitchen as she prepared the coffee. If nothing else, the aromatic scent and the simplistic use of her hands would help to shake away whatever exhaustion remained. She felt like a traitor, for all intents and purposes. That small part of her that continually nagged that the man in the room was supposed to be Harry, not Charlie. She fought that feeling time and time again, determined to come to terms with the fact that her late husband wasn't coming back, that she'd never again get to tease him about his dietary habits. Still, Charlie had yet to move from the bed. Wandering back toward the bedroom, she continually nudged his side as a bemused expression crossed the tanned features of her face.
"Come on, sweetie. Coffee is brewin'." She crooned to him as her hand lowered to gently brush her fingertips along his face. He was an interesting sort and for the time being, he was hers. This thought in itself made her soul soar, making for an ecstatic woman, although she kept the jubilation to herself, unwilling to break the strong facade that had been in place for the majority of her life. Based upon outward appearance, it might seem as if she could take on the world and still stand tall but on the inside, it was another story entirely. As far as she could tell, only Charlie knew the truth, and she planned to keep it that way for as long as she possibly could.
Now, she was dating Charlie, the one man that had the ability to make her heart soar and the rest of her troubles simply melt away. Even though she loved him, she wasn't quite ready to broach the subject of getting remarried let alone consider it, no matter how much her children claimed she deserved her own slice of heaven. For her, being the simple woman that she was, she had her slice of heaven when she was enveloped in the man's arms. Even without the ring, his last name, or a marriage certificate, she was his for as long as he chose to have her. Certainly, the situation wasn't easy, but she was still taking life by the horns and riding the waves like a surfer hyped up on steroids. It was then that her dark eyes opened to gaze up toward the dim lighting that filtered down from the ceiling light. The familiar but gentle pressure of Charlie's body curled next to hers calmed her frayed nerves and lulled her into a secure state of mind.
Stirring lightly, she sat up as her tremulous fingers dragged the sheets toward her chest. It was a feeble attempt to make herself partially decent, even if only for a little while. Knowing him and his job, he would be up and about soon to get ready for work, which meant she would need to drag her own lazy bum out of the bed and return home. Ah, how she dreaded the trip back. With a sigh of resignation, she glanced briefly toward the clothing that she had set out and folded the previous night. It was odd, readjusting to the fact that she was now in the bed of a man that wasn't Harry and surprisingly enough, the tribe either turned a blind eye or simply gave into the fact that she was old enough to make her own decisions, live her life the way she wanted to live it without the decisions being made for her. Shrugging it off, she allowed her eyes to fully adjust before sliding off of the bed and tugging on her robe.
Slow movements brought her to the kitchen as she prepared the coffee. If nothing else, the aromatic scent and the simplistic use of her hands would help to shake away whatever exhaustion remained. She felt like a traitor, for all intents and purposes. That small part of her that continually nagged that the man in the room was supposed to be Harry, not Charlie. She fought that feeling time and time again, determined to come to terms with the fact that her late husband wasn't coming back, that she'd never again get to tease him about his dietary habits. Still, Charlie had yet to move from the bed. Wandering back toward the bedroom, she continually nudged his side as a bemused expression crossed the tanned features of her face.
"Come on, sweetie. Coffee is brewin'." She crooned to him as her hand lowered to gently brush her fingertips along his face. He was an interesting sort and for the time being, he was hers. This thought in itself made her soul soar, making for an ecstatic woman, although she kept the jubilation to herself, unwilling to break the strong facade that had been in place for the majority of her life. Based upon outward appearance, it might seem as if she could take on the world and still stand tall but on the inside, it was another story entirely. As far as she could tell, only Charlie knew the truth, and she planned to keep it that way for as long as she possibly could.
"If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now."
~Rosalie Hale~
~Rosalie Hale~
made by: Rae {cupcake/vanilla_pop} of RPG-D && Caution 2.0
disclaimer: quotes are from the characters in the Twilight series
copyright: steal and I'll send the Volturi after you. YEAH.