Post by Riley on Apr 24, 2011 16:25:26 GMT -8
Basics
Name: Riley Gabriel D'Arc-Del Cruz
Age: 16
Birthdate: 4th of July ((because I can))
Gender: Male
Physical
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 128
Skin Colour Pale, but in the right light, carrotish.
Hair/Eye Colour: Black/Light Green
Picture:
Mental:
Orientation: His Kinsey Scale is about a 4.7, so bisexual leaning gay.
Strengths: Musical Ability, High IQ Score
Weakness': Impulsive, Self Destructive
Personality:
Can Go From 0 to 100 in Less Than A Second
Riley is usually laid-back. Calm. Sometimes, he’s so calm, you could taste it. And then someone makes a point that feels strongly about. Now, he’s in full-on Debate Mode. Or maybe, a teacher makes an unfair judgment. Now he’s planning a rebellion that involves spray paint and a herd of goats. It can be unnerving. But he’s not bi-polar.
Musician & Punk-rocker
Riley plays guitar, bass, drums, and piano/keyboard. His whole life revolves around music, particularly punk-rock. As soon as he graduates, he plans to slip away, and join that wondrous sub-culture...
I’M NOT MY FATHER!
Riley is in a constant argument with his father. Riley is liberal in every sense. His father, however is a Republican. Riley is an atheist who regularly watches Pat Condell. His father is a highly devoted Calvinist. Riley thinks capitalism is the true “Axis of Evil”. Riley’s father is the CEO of a massive bank called AIG. (You knew that was coming) So they get in fights. A lot. Sometimes, it gets physical.
Generally...
Riley’s happy-go-lucky kid who loves to pull pranks on anyone he thinks is asking for it. It rages from letting a box of live feeder rats go in the person’s room to recreating an entire office on a roof. Yes, if you pay him enough, he will turn the entire cafeteria into a pond, complete with koi and two red eared sliders.
Present Time
Relationship Status: Single
Job: Works in his father's office over the summer and on the weekends, time permitting.
School: Miami HS
Grade: Junior
Vehicle: Oh.. So many. Here's a partial list: Corvette ZR1, Lamborghini Diablo, Lamborghini Murcielago
RP Sample:
Sorry, this is kind of the middle of a post, but it's the only thing I found on my iPad:
Riley briefly considered skipping class to go retrieve the paper, but then realized that Roberts would already have found the paper, and might already be looking for him. Probably ready to kill me. Riley played it safe, and went to his first and least favorite class of the day - Trig, a class he would dearly like to drop.
A few people he knew caught up with him and one said "Hey MH, did you see that odd tent-ish thing on the roof of the main office?" Riley threw a glance over his shoulder, and replied
"No, why?"
"Cause people are saying that they saw Dr. Roberts up there, like a minute ago."
"I don't anything about that, sorry, I've got to go." He said, and sped ahead.
"What up with Motorhead?" One asked the other.
Riley took his seat at the back of the class, along with the other "rats" as the teacher occasionally called them, and looked up the whiteboard.
POP QUIZ was written in large, neat block letters.
"Oh, dear god, I should of just skipped like I was planning to," the kid who sat next to Riley said.
"You too?" Riley asked, but the kid didn't have time to answer, because the door opened, and in walked...
Name: Riley Gabriel D'Arc-Del Cruz
Age: 16
Birthdate: 4th of July ((because I can))
Gender: Male
Physical
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 128
Skin Colour Pale, but in the right light, carrotish.
Hair/Eye Colour: Black/Light Green
Picture:
Mental:
Orientation: His Kinsey Scale is about a 4.7, so bisexual leaning gay.
Strengths: Musical Ability, High IQ Score
Weakness': Impulsive, Self Destructive
Personality:
Can Go From 0 to 100 in Less Than A Second
Riley is usually laid-back. Calm. Sometimes, he’s so calm, you could taste it. And then someone makes a point that feels strongly about. Now, he’s in full-on Debate Mode. Or maybe, a teacher makes an unfair judgment. Now he’s planning a rebellion that involves spray paint and a herd of goats. It can be unnerving. But he’s not bi-polar.
Musician & Punk-rocker
Riley plays guitar, bass, drums, and piano/keyboard. His whole life revolves around music, particularly punk-rock. As soon as he graduates, he plans to slip away, and join that wondrous sub-culture...
I’M NOT MY FATHER!
Riley is in a constant argument with his father. Riley is liberal in every sense. His father, however is a Republican. Riley is an atheist who regularly watches Pat Condell. His father is a highly devoted Calvinist. Riley thinks capitalism is the true “Axis of Evil”. Riley’s father is the CEO of a massive bank called AIG. (You knew that was coming) So they get in fights. A lot. Sometimes, it gets physical.
Generally...
Riley’s happy-go-lucky kid who loves to pull pranks on anyone he thinks is asking for it. It rages from letting a box of live feeder rats go in the person’s room to recreating an entire office on a roof. Yes, if you pay him enough, he will turn the entire cafeteria into a pond, complete with koi and two red eared sliders.
Present Time
Relationship Status: Single
Job: Works in his father's office over the summer and on the weekends, time permitting.
School: Miami HS
Grade: Junior
Vehicle: Oh.. So many. Here's a partial list: Corvette ZR1, Lamborghini Diablo, Lamborghini Murcielago
RP Sample:
Sorry, this is kind of the middle of a post, but it's the only thing I found on my iPad:
Riley briefly considered skipping class to go retrieve the paper, but then realized that Roberts would already have found the paper, and might already be looking for him. Probably ready to kill me. Riley played it safe, and went to his first and least favorite class of the day - Trig, a class he would dearly like to drop.
A few people he knew caught up with him and one said "Hey MH, did you see that odd tent-ish thing on the roof of the main office?" Riley threw a glance over his shoulder, and replied
"No, why?"
"Cause people are saying that they saw Dr. Roberts up there, like a minute ago."
"I don't anything about that, sorry, I've got to go." He said, and sped ahead.
"What up with Motorhead?" One asked the other.
Riley took his seat at the back of the class, along with the other "rats" as the teacher occasionally called them, and looked up the whiteboard.
POP QUIZ was written in large, neat block letters.
"Oh, dear god, I should of just skipped like I was planning to," the kid who sat next to Riley said.
"You too?" Riley asked, but the kid didn't have time to answer, because the door opened, and in walked...
