Post by matthew on Oct 3, 2009 17:09:07 GMT -5
Your Name: Lily
How many years roleplaying?: I don't remember. Three years maybe.
Jason Gideon, "Plain Sight"[/center][/size]
Character Name: Nameless (for now)
Age: Three
Date of Birth: November 2nd
Residence: New York City
Profession: He is a child
Appearance: Caucasian with dark brown hair and big, dark brown eyes. Only has a smile on his lips when he's talking to Sam(his imaginary friend). Smiling is something he forgot a long time ago, but it can be restored with a little love from a parental figure.
Personality: Quiet and calm. Fears angry adults since he has abusive parents. If someone is patting his back he tries to shield himself, thinking someone is going to hit him. He's afraid of angry people only.
He is kind and warm-hearted. Doesn't like being yelled at and is terribly afraid of doing something wrong, because he doesn't want to get punished.
History:
This boy was born into an abusive family. When Anne, his mother, was pregnant they(his father and mother) were hoping for a little girl but got a boy instead. The father got so disappointed he started to abuse the mother and the baby. When this boy was old enough to walk the mother stopped protecting him against the father's beating hands and blamed him for the abuse instead. "If you had been a girl this would never have happened" She used to say. Even though the boy was only three years old he understood he wasn't wanted. Where ever he went his father was there, and he was always angry and showed it by taking it out on the boy. Verbally, by calling him names and making him ashamed for being alive or physically, by beating or burning him. It didn't even go one week without the boy beeing bruise free. He always had something broken or bruises in his face or on his arms.
He didn't attend school because the parents thought he was stupid and didn't diserve any learning. It was like they was ashamed of showing him to the world. When they went away for an arrend, they used to lock him into a closet where he could stay for hours, sometimes it even happened he stayed there for a whole day.
The boy had seen good sides of his mother too, which was one of the reasons he stayed. The other reason he didn't ran away was because he had no idea where to go, he was only three years old.
While this abuse started the boy created a imaginary friend named Sam. Sam was in the same age as the boy and was also abused. The boy could talk to Sam for hours and sometimes he even laughed. When this would have worried most parents this made his parents more frustrated.
The boy doesn't really have a name. Not any that he knows of anyway. If someone asked him what his name was he could answer: "stupid, idiot, brat or freak" beause these were the names he had heard from his parents. Mostly his father. Sometimes his mother called him "kiddo"
Likes:
- balloons
- car rides
- stuffed animals
- when someone sings for him
- nice people
Dislikes:
- Getting yelled at
- closets
- dogs
- belts
Strengths:
- Calm
- kind-hearted
- Making new friends (when someone let him)
- Goal-oriented
Weaknesses:
- Insecure ( could you blame him though?)
- His parents
- Lack of education
- Bedwetting and night terrors
Parents: Anne and Mark (last names are unknown)
Siblings:none
Spouse:single (He's just a baby for crying out loud!)
Children:none
Anything Else? not that I can think of at the moment
Roleplay Sample:
Brennan stared at the millions of pieces of someone's skull that was lying at a table infront of her. Her task was to try to figure out which piece would go together with which. It was almost like a puzzle, only harder. A lot harder. It wasn't her first crushed skull she had had to put together either, but it wasn't getting easier just because you had done it a millions of times. It was almost inpossible for two cranium to break the same way, so each time she was seated at a table like that, she had a new puzzle infront of her.
Brennan woke up by the aroma of coffee that had sought it's way to her nostrils. Was it already morning? She blinked a few times before she could see the red coffee cup on the table, right next to the glued skull she had stayed up all night to finish. She pushed herself up into an sitting position in her chair and looked around. This was totally a deja vu. A few years ago at the Jeffersonian, Zach had done the exact same thing for her. What were the odds someone in Miami would do the same.
Brennan hesitated before grabbing the cup in her hands. Was it even for her? She didn't dare to bring the cup up to her mouth.
" If you're not gonna have it, I'll take it" She heard a familiar voice tell her from behind. She swiveled around in her chair almost spilling the coffee out in her lap.
"Booth? Wait....what..... they realeased you from the hospital? How did you get down here to Mimai so fast? " All the questions were circling in her head and she didn't know which question to ask first. Of course she was glad to see her friend but last time she saw him he was in a pretty bad shape and she had not wanted to go to Miami. Unfortunately she had no choice but to leave her cop friend Seeley Booth, but she promised him, even though he didn't remember who she was after the surgery, that she would come and visit every week.
Booth smiled at her and just when he opened his mouth to tell her something, the alarm clock rang and Brennan was forced back to the reality. She turned off the alarmclock and stood up. Once she realised it had been a dream, she lowered her gaze to the floor of the apartment in Miami which she had rented for the time she was going to work there, and bit down on her lower lip. She missed Booth. Temperance had had a hard time admitting it to herself before but she did have strong feelings for her partner.
How many years roleplaying?: I don't remember. Three years maybe.
French poet Jacques Rigaut said, "Don't forget that I cannot see myself. My role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror."
Jason Gideon, "Plain Sight"[/center][/size]
Character Name: Nameless (for now)
Age: Three
Date of Birth: November 2nd
Residence: New York City
Profession: He is a child
Appearance: Caucasian with dark brown hair and big, dark brown eyes. Only has a smile on his lips when he's talking to Sam(his imaginary friend). Smiling is something he forgot a long time ago, but it can be restored with a little love from a parental figure.
Personality: Quiet and calm. Fears angry adults since he has abusive parents. If someone is patting his back he tries to shield himself, thinking someone is going to hit him. He's afraid of angry people only.
He is kind and warm-hearted. Doesn't like being yelled at and is terribly afraid of doing something wrong, because he doesn't want to get punished.
History:
This boy was born into an abusive family. When Anne, his mother, was pregnant they(his father and mother) were hoping for a little girl but got a boy instead. The father got so disappointed he started to abuse the mother and the baby. When this boy was old enough to walk the mother stopped protecting him against the father's beating hands and blamed him for the abuse instead. "If you had been a girl this would never have happened" She used to say. Even though the boy was only three years old he understood he wasn't wanted. Where ever he went his father was there, and he was always angry and showed it by taking it out on the boy. Verbally, by calling him names and making him ashamed for being alive or physically, by beating or burning him. It didn't even go one week without the boy beeing bruise free. He always had something broken or bruises in his face or on his arms.
He didn't attend school because the parents thought he was stupid and didn't diserve any learning. It was like they was ashamed of showing him to the world. When they went away for an arrend, they used to lock him into a closet where he could stay for hours, sometimes it even happened he stayed there for a whole day.
The boy had seen good sides of his mother too, which was one of the reasons he stayed. The other reason he didn't ran away was because he had no idea where to go, he was only three years old.
While this abuse started the boy created a imaginary friend named Sam. Sam was in the same age as the boy and was also abused. The boy could talk to Sam for hours and sometimes he even laughed. When this would have worried most parents this made his parents more frustrated.
The boy doesn't really have a name. Not any that he knows of anyway. If someone asked him what his name was he could answer: "stupid, idiot, brat or freak" beause these were the names he had heard from his parents. Mostly his father. Sometimes his mother called him "kiddo"
Likes:
- balloons
- car rides
- stuffed animals
- when someone sings for him
- nice people
Dislikes:
- Getting yelled at
- closets
- dogs
- belts
Strengths:
- Calm
- kind-hearted
- Making new friends (when someone let him)
- Goal-oriented
Weaknesses:
- Insecure ( could you blame him though?)
- His parents
- Lack of education
- Bedwetting and night terrors
Parents: Anne and Mark (last names are unknown)
Siblings:none
Spouse:single (He's just a baby for crying out loud!)
Children:none
Anything Else? not that I can think of at the moment
Roleplay Sample:
Brennan stared at the millions of pieces of someone's skull that was lying at a table infront of her. Her task was to try to figure out which piece would go together with which. It was almost like a puzzle, only harder. A lot harder. It wasn't her first crushed skull she had had to put together either, but it wasn't getting easier just because you had done it a millions of times. It was almost inpossible for two cranium to break the same way, so each time she was seated at a table like that, she had a new puzzle infront of her.
Brennan woke up by the aroma of coffee that had sought it's way to her nostrils. Was it already morning? She blinked a few times before she could see the red coffee cup on the table, right next to the glued skull she had stayed up all night to finish. She pushed herself up into an sitting position in her chair and looked around. This was totally a deja vu. A few years ago at the Jeffersonian, Zach had done the exact same thing for her. What were the odds someone in Miami would do the same.
Brennan hesitated before grabbing the cup in her hands. Was it even for her? She didn't dare to bring the cup up to her mouth.
" If you're not gonna have it, I'll take it" She heard a familiar voice tell her from behind. She swiveled around in her chair almost spilling the coffee out in her lap.
"Booth? Wait....what..... they realeased you from the hospital? How did you get down here to Mimai so fast? " All the questions were circling in her head and she didn't know which question to ask first. Of course she was glad to see her friend but last time she saw him he was in a pretty bad shape and she had not wanted to go to Miami. Unfortunately she had no choice but to leave her cop friend Seeley Booth, but she promised him, even though he didn't remember who she was after the surgery, that she would come and visit every week.
Booth smiled at her and just when he opened his mouth to tell her something, the alarm clock rang and Brennan was forced back to the reality. She turned off the alarmclock and stood up. Once she realised it had been a dream, she lowered her gaze to the floor of the apartment in Miami which she had rented for the time she was going to work there, and bit down on her lower lip. She missed Booth. Temperance had had a hard time admitting it to herself before but she did have strong feelings for her partner.
