Post by Gavin on Apr 25, 2011 19:50:50 GMT -8
Basics
Name: Gavin Tyler Markinson
Age: 17
Birthdate: October 26, 1994
Gender: Male
Physical
Height: 5'5
Weight: 112
Skin Colour Olive toned. He's tan. ^_^
Hair/Eye Colour: His hair is dyed black, and his eyes are naturally a jewel toned blue, but he's always wearing color contacts
Picture:
Mental:
Orientation: Gay. Obviously. XD
Strengths: Gavin's very good at social interaction and making friends. He's also good at ELA and foreign languages.
Weakness': He gets mad very easily. And when he gets mad, he gets very mean. Which doesn't help his friendships when they makeup.
Personality: Gavin has...attitude to put it lightly. He's beautiful, and he knows it. He's a very vain boy, and doesn't take criticism gently. He knows what he wants and is ultimately out to get it. He loves attention and telling people what to do, and rarely appears to be sad or upset.
Which he isn't. Gavin has always been a very happy boy, nothing really brings him down. He's sweet, and easy to get along with. That is...until he gets mad.
When Gavin gets mad, all hell breaks loose. He will tell every single secret, rumor or anything to get back at whoever pissed him off. He's mean and catty, almost girly in a sense, and will stop at absolutely nothing to show people who's boss.
Present Time
Relationship Status: Single. But very flirtatious.
Job: Doesn't have one.
School: Miami Beach High
Grade: Junior
Vehicle: A red BMW
Personality:...why are there two personality slots? D: Do I really have to fill it out again?
RP Sample: Gavin stood at the end of the hallway. People were by there lockers, fumbling with combinations or talking quietly. He knew them all, trusted about a quarter of them, and hated a half. He looked over to his best friend, the gleam in her eyes masking his own. Yes, it was show time, it was time to leave this town with a bang. Leave them with something they'd never forget.
He took another step forward, a few eyes flickered over to him, some lingered, and others sped away. Those were the eyes that knew, the ones who could see what he was going to do. He loved it, the power he felt, the intense sense of being king for a day.
Yes, he would do it.
He was going to crush, the bitchiest girl today. He was going to reduce her to nothing more than a sniveling beast, groveling for his forgiveness under his foot. He would show her what he could do best, and then, without looking back, he'd leave. She wouldn't know what hit her.
He offered a smile, one that could flatter the devil himself, and walked through the halls. Pushing past warm bodies, and evil smirks. Oh, there were some people that loved him for this, he knew. His eyes flashed brightly as they fell on his prey.
"Hey, hun..." He said, his voice high and excited. He stepped forward, hiding the weapon of mass destruction behind his back. A single, pen, on the brink of explosion....
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Name: Gavin Tyler Markinson
Age: 17
Birthdate: October 26, 1994
Gender: Male
Physical
Height: 5'5
Weight: 112
Skin Colour Olive toned. He's tan. ^_^
Hair/Eye Colour: His hair is dyed black, and his eyes are naturally a jewel toned blue, but he's always wearing color contacts
Picture:
Mental:
Orientation: Gay. Obviously. XD
Strengths: Gavin's very good at social interaction and making friends. He's also good at ELA and foreign languages.
Weakness': He gets mad very easily. And when he gets mad, he gets very mean. Which doesn't help his friendships when they makeup.
Personality: Gavin has...attitude to put it lightly. He's beautiful, and he knows it. He's a very vain boy, and doesn't take criticism gently. He knows what he wants and is ultimately out to get it. He loves attention and telling people what to do, and rarely appears to be sad or upset.
Which he isn't. Gavin has always been a very happy boy, nothing really brings him down. He's sweet, and easy to get along with. That is...until he gets mad.
When Gavin gets mad, all hell breaks loose. He will tell every single secret, rumor or anything to get back at whoever pissed him off. He's mean and catty, almost girly in a sense, and will stop at absolutely nothing to show people who's boss.
Present Time
Relationship Status: Single. But very flirtatious.
Job: Doesn't have one.
School: Miami Beach High
Grade: Junior
Vehicle: A red BMW
Personality:...why are there two personality slots? D: Do I really have to fill it out again?
RP Sample: Gavin stood at the end of the hallway. People were by there lockers, fumbling with combinations or talking quietly. He knew them all, trusted about a quarter of them, and hated a half. He looked over to his best friend, the gleam in her eyes masking his own. Yes, it was show time, it was time to leave this town with a bang. Leave them with something they'd never forget.
He took another step forward, a few eyes flickered over to him, some lingered, and others sped away. Those were the eyes that knew, the ones who could see what he was going to do. He loved it, the power he felt, the intense sense of being king for a day.
Yes, he would do it.
He was going to crush, the bitchiest girl today. He was going to reduce her to nothing more than a sniveling beast, groveling for his forgiveness under his foot. He would show her what he could do best, and then, without looking back, he'd leave. She wouldn't know what hit her.
He offered a smile, one that could flatter the devil himself, and walked through the halls. Pushing past warm bodies, and evil smirks. Oh, there were some people that loved him for this, he knew. His eyes flashed brightly as they fell on his prey.
"Hey, hun..." He said, his voice high and excited. He stepped forward, hiding the weapon of mass destruction behind his back. A single, pen, on the brink of explosion....
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