Post by Caleb Wymann on Nov 18, 2007 22:24:00 GMT -5
Your Character
Name: Simmon Ambrose-Wymann
Age: 18
Birthday: Nov. 14
Gender: Male
Place of birth: Washington
Sexuality: Straight
likes:
girls
music
cars
football
smoking
reading
Dislikes:
snobs
preps
slobs
pervs
jerks
idiots
History:
His father left when he was just two years old. When he was three, his mother dropped him off at his Uncle's house and never came back to get him. She called every once in a while, but when Simmon was six, he heard that his mother had committed suicide.
He was happy living with his uncle, aunt and cousin, Caleb. Caleb had always been Simmon's best friend and they were more like brothers then cousins.
After Caleb and his father were in the car accident that claimed his uncle's life, Simmon started searching for his own father. It turned out that he was now remarried and had a large home in Pennsylvania with three children. He openly admitted that he had wanted Simmon and even though he still loved him, thought he was better off without him. Simmon attempted suicide a few days after meeting his father, but Caleb had found him just in time.
Personality:
Simmon is not afraid to speak his mind. He is however, quite modest and pretty old fashioned. He is the kind of guy that opens doors for ladies. He also has a good sense of humor. He is very stuborn. He and his cousin act a lot alike...
Appearance:
Simmon is muscular mostly due to lifting weights with his cousin. He has gray eyes and redish-brown hair. He has one of his ears pierced. He also has a scar on his stomach from when he attempted suicide. He also has a tattoo on his arm, of a lion.
(actor/actress)picture:
(pets, possessions, habits, etc.)Other:
He has a pet snake named Freddie.
Runs his hand through his hair when he is nervous.
Shrugs a lot when he is nervous.
Role Play Sample(at least 5 sentences)
Simmon was staring at himself in the mirror in his bathroom. He wanted me, but yet, he thought I was better off without him, he thought. He was angrier then he had ever been in his life. Hadn't his father known what he had been through all these years? Simmon gripped the edges of the sink and without warning, punched the mirror, watching as it cracked. His eyes went from his now bleeding had to the knife that he had brought into the bathroom with him. Withought even thinking about it, he snatched it up and shoved it into his own gut. He regretted this as soon as he fell to the floor. Then, he heard pounding on the door...
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