Post by Connor Moureen on Dec 23, 2006 23:40:43 GMT -5
ABOUT YOU:
Name: Meg. There’ll always be a “;” then my charrie’s name afterwards.
Age: 14
How long have you been roleplaying: about 2 years
How you heard about us: Abby.
How active you plan to be: Pfft, am I ever /not/ on?
ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Full Name:
Connor Theodore Moureen
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian, Italian, Dutch
Appearance:
Upon first glance, Connor appears to be a pretty boy. Though, once you’ve met him you’ll see that he most certainly isn’t. His feminine cheekbones are sure to give any girl a run for their money, though his eyes and jaw line truly are the main focus of his face. His ocean blue eyes win the ladies over, considering they’re lined in thick black eyelashes and fantastically arched brows. Yes, he is truly blessed with those eyes of his. As for his hair, it’s typically long and shaggy, which is how he prefers it, but sometimes it’ll lie flat on the top of his head if that’s the look he’s going for. Its blackish brown color plays off of his eyes very well, providing the perfect canvas otherwise known as his face. He prefers the scruffy look when it comes to facial hair, so you’ll only see him clean-shaven if he’s going somewhere really nice. Plus, the girls like it; so otherwise, he’ll always be sporting a bit of stubble and perhaps a faint mustache. He stands at 6’2, with a fairly muscular build. Mainly abs and a little bit of arm muscle, considering he’s not a fan of the overly-buff look. Connor tends to wear things of the more sophisticated nature, but never anything too fancy. He dresses casually as well on occasion, but usually he’ll be wearing a button down shirt of some sort. Bleached and dyed clothing doesn’t impress him all that much. He’d rather be overdressed than underdressed, so he says.
Celebrity That They Look Like: Teddy John
Personality:
The only word that could possibly accurately describe Connor is reckless. He doesn’t really think things through before he does them. For example, if he sees a girl that catches his eye, gets to know her a /bit/, then he’ll probably decide that it’s the right time to make out. This has lead to many slaps in the past, but some chicks find his spontaneity attractive. Connor’s sort of shy, preferring to plan his schemes from afar rather than leading the group. However, once alone and comfortable with who he’s with, Connor can and will open up fairly quickly. He is cunning, clever, and a tad bit sarcastic; but in the same sense he is sweet as candy. He knows just when to turn on the charm, if he knows it’ll get him what he wants. On the other hand, he truly is a romantic. Sometimes he’ll use this to his advantage, but most of the time he’ll save it for someone he really cares for. No, he’s never been in love, but he’s definitely ready for a change. Sure, Connor occasionally takes advantage of girls, but he really does care for them. Girls are his favorite; why upset them? This is why, no matter how much he might try to seduce them, he’ll always keep his female’s best interest in mind. What a sweetheart, right?
Flaws:
As for his flaws, Connor takes them very seriously. The major flaw that most people find in him is most likely the fact that he is so gullible. This definitely makes for a fun April fool’s day with the guy, but he doesn’t think so. His willingness to fall for any and everything makes telling him the truth hard, which is why he has been cheated on many times. Sure, it’s broken his heart, but it’s not like he’d ever let anyone know. Sometimes he wishes he could change this about him, but hey, if he wasn’t this way he wouldn’t be Connor. His other flaw would have to be how large his eyes are. When you first look at him they’re most likely the first thing you’ll notice, but they don’t stand out all that much; well, at least not as much as they used to. As a child they were even more oversized, though he’s never really grown into them. His mother teased him as a young child, calling him names like ‘fruit fly’ and various others. But Connor never let it get to him, rather using it to win over the ladies and score call-backs. Did I mention he’s a model? Nevertheless, he considers them a flaw and cannot stand them sometimes.
History:
Connor Theodore Moureen was born on September 23rd, 1986. His mother, Carrie, was a stay at home mom with the best chocolate chip cookies in town. Yeah, she’d have all the neighborhood boys knocking at her door. As for his dad, Good Ole Chuck worked in Business, (Computer sales to be exact) and when the industry skyrocketed, up went daddy’s paycheck. The three lived happily with their newfound lifestyle and when Connor was six his little sister was born. He was quite the older brother, always taking her out to the park and acting as ‘Nurse Connor’ whenever she fell off her tricycle. As the two grew they became even closer, spending their days together doing anything and everything. She happened to be the one that persuaded him to try modeling out. Sure enough, he was a natural, and he has only Lacey to blame for that. As for mom and pops? They were always good parents, being sure not to let their instant wealth get to Connor – and it didn’t. He was taught to be classy with his money, and to this day never really splurges on anything. So his childhood was fairly easy? So what? From his fairly smooth childhood he enjoys life more than the average person, and will never take for granted how tides can turn. Frankly, it’s made him a better person because of it. Oh, and also, he’s known Cassie all his life. I guess you could say they’re pretty much best friends. In fact, they lived down the block from each other their entire lives. At one point they were more than friends… but you know how things go.
Living Situation:
Connor was born and raised here in Cali and doesn’t plan on moving any time soon. However, he doesn’t live in the house he grew up in, of course; that was back in L.A. Right now he’s living in one of Orange County’s finest apartments, complete with beach view. It’s truly gorgeous.
Roleplaying Sample:
A few stray shimmers of light seeped in the young man’s eyelids as he slept. The world around him had changed all too much in the previous hours, and he had yet to experience it. His consciousness had drifted away into oblivion as he slept, aiding in his lethargy. His chest rose and fell in relaxed beats, coinciding with the thumping of his heart. His actions were scattered, allowing involuntary movements to take place of his otherwise motionless sleeping. ©
As the boy slept his chestnut hair had completed its untamed ways by forming waves along the top of his head. It hung loosely, hanging in his eyes a bit. His body laid limply on a rather large bolder, providing little to no comfort for him as he slept. What was taking place inside his mind was far less dangerous than what waited for him in actuality. His slumber was heavy, but had recently lightened up. Actions increased, and he soon found himself mumbling softly. ©
Almost, without any warning, his elbow jerked backwards, slamming hard into the boulder. Pain shot through his arm, extending from his shoulder blade down to the tips of his fingers. Nearly a second later, he was up, wide eyed and confused. Tall trees and beautiful shrubbery were taken in by two hazel eyes. They also spotted a circle of people, looking both shocked and delighted. ‘This is a dream.’ He thought to himself, raising a worn hand to his forehead. ©
He leaned back on the boulder, feeling goose bumps forming on his arms. As his hand touched his forehead, he felt himself. He was awake. The next question that formed in his head was “how did I get here?” he quickly found that he was speaking aloud. His voice was rushed and frantic, but it held a certain confidence that was uncommon. It was neither high nor low, but somewhere in the middle. The boy sat up on the palms of his hands, still attempting to calm down. ©
The throbbing pain in his elbow didn’t help the matter, but it gave him something else to focus on. An expression of confusion and sadness played across his features as he sat there, examining his options. ‘Hmm.’ He thought. ‘Maybe I can run.’ He had always loved running, but never found himself to be any good at it. ‘Nah. That won’t work.’ The boy had never talked to himself this much before, but he had never been kidnapped and taken away to a far off land before, either. ©
He threw his options in front of himself, examining them with great detail. It soon came across to him that he had not taken the time to get a good look at the people before him. There were many young, rather short boys, all with curly mops of hair on their heads. Their eyes were wide with wonder, and they were dressed in clothing unbeknownst to this particular man. And then there was he. A tall, dashing lad, with the most enchanting emerald eyes, that stood before him. ©
A rather sweet smile was on his face, and his hands were clasped together in delight. He knew the man wished to say something to him. Taking in a deep breath of crisp clean air, he paced himself. Just then, Henry sat forward, resting his elbows; one a bit swollen, on his knees. He tried to avoid wincing as they touched, and smiled instead. His teeth were gritted so hard that he could have sworn they were about to crack under pressure. ©
“Where am I?” he said softly, his eyes locking with one of the little boys’ and shifting gaze until they met with each and every one of them. Henry’s eyes were squinted slightly, considering he was looking almost directly into the sunlight. The tall man’s slim silhouette was all that could be made out from the light, but it mattered little. Henry talked directly into the sun. He was dazed, but was regaining stamina quickly. ©
The short people in front of him had their hats off, and still remained excited to see him. A few had stepped forward and began bowing, making sure to greet him with many warm smiles. Some of them even tended to his elbow. Henry wasn’t quite sure what was happening, but he’d be a fool not to enjoy it at least a little. (d)
Can you handle the drama?
Name: Meg. There’ll always be a “;” then my charrie’s name afterwards.
Age: 14
How long have you been roleplaying: about 2 years
How you heard about us: Abby.
How active you plan to be: Pfft, am I ever /not/ on?
ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Full Name:
Connor Theodore Moureen
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian, Italian, Dutch
Appearance:
Upon first glance, Connor appears to be a pretty boy. Though, once you’ve met him you’ll see that he most certainly isn’t. His feminine cheekbones are sure to give any girl a run for their money, though his eyes and jaw line truly are the main focus of his face. His ocean blue eyes win the ladies over, considering they’re lined in thick black eyelashes and fantastically arched brows. Yes, he is truly blessed with those eyes of his. As for his hair, it’s typically long and shaggy, which is how he prefers it, but sometimes it’ll lie flat on the top of his head if that’s the look he’s going for. Its blackish brown color plays off of his eyes very well, providing the perfect canvas otherwise known as his face. He prefers the scruffy look when it comes to facial hair, so you’ll only see him clean-shaven if he’s going somewhere really nice. Plus, the girls like it; so otherwise, he’ll always be sporting a bit of stubble and perhaps a faint mustache. He stands at 6’2, with a fairly muscular build. Mainly abs and a little bit of arm muscle, considering he’s not a fan of the overly-buff look. Connor tends to wear things of the more sophisticated nature, but never anything too fancy. He dresses casually as well on occasion, but usually he’ll be wearing a button down shirt of some sort. Bleached and dyed clothing doesn’t impress him all that much. He’d rather be overdressed than underdressed, so he says.
Celebrity That They Look Like: Teddy John
Personality:
The only word that could possibly accurately describe Connor is reckless. He doesn’t really think things through before he does them. For example, if he sees a girl that catches his eye, gets to know her a /bit/, then he’ll probably decide that it’s the right time to make out. This has lead to many slaps in the past, but some chicks find his spontaneity attractive. Connor’s sort of shy, preferring to plan his schemes from afar rather than leading the group. However, once alone and comfortable with who he’s with, Connor can and will open up fairly quickly. He is cunning, clever, and a tad bit sarcastic; but in the same sense he is sweet as candy. He knows just when to turn on the charm, if he knows it’ll get him what he wants. On the other hand, he truly is a romantic. Sometimes he’ll use this to his advantage, but most of the time he’ll save it for someone he really cares for. No, he’s never been in love, but he’s definitely ready for a change. Sure, Connor occasionally takes advantage of girls, but he really does care for them. Girls are his favorite; why upset them? This is why, no matter how much he might try to seduce them, he’ll always keep his female’s best interest in mind. What a sweetheart, right?
Flaws:
As for his flaws, Connor takes them very seriously. The major flaw that most people find in him is most likely the fact that he is so gullible. This definitely makes for a fun April fool’s day with the guy, but he doesn’t think so. His willingness to fall for any and everything makes telling him the truth hard, which is why he has been cheated on many times. Sure, it’s broken his heart, but it’s not like he’d ever let anyone know. Sometimes he wishes he could change this about him, but hey, if he wasn’t this way he wouldn’t be Connor. His other flaw would have to be how large his eyes are. When you first look at him they’re most likely the first thing you’ll notice, but they don’t stand out all that much; well, at least not as much as they used to. As a child they were even more oversized, though he’s never really grown into them. His mother teased him as a young child, calling him names like ‘fruit fly’ and various others. But Connor never let it get to him, rather using it to win over the ladies and score call-backs. Did I mention he’s a model? Nevertheless, he considers them a flaw and cannot stand them sometimes.
History:
Connor Theodore Moureen was born on September 23rd, 1986. His mother, Carrie, was a stay at home mom with the best chocolate chip cookies in town. Yeah, she’d have all the neighborhood boys knocking at her door. As for his dad, Good Ole Chuck worked in Business, (Computer sales to be exact) and when the industry skyrocketed, up went daddy’s paycheck. The three lived happily with their newfound lifestyle and when Connor was six his little sister was born. He was quite the older brother, always taking her out to the park and acting as ‘Nurse Connor’ whenever she fell off her tricycle. As the two grew they became even closer, spending their days together doing anything and everything. She happened to be the one that persuaded him to try modeling out. Sure enough, he was a natural, and he has only Lacey to blame for that. As for mom and pops? They were always good parents, being sure not to let their instant wealth get to Connor – and it didn’t. He was taught to be classy with his money, and to this day never really splurges on anything. So his childhood was fairly easy? So what? From his fairly smooth childhood he enjoys life more than the average person, and will never take for granted how tides can turn. Frankly, it’s made him a better person because of it. Oh, and also, he’s known Cassie all his life. I guess you could say they’re pretty much best friends. In fact, they lived down the block from each other their entire lives. At one point they were more than friends… but you know how things go.
Living Situation:
Connor was born and raised here in Cali and doesn’t plan on moving any time soon. However, he doesn’t live in the house he grew up in, of course; that was back in L.A. Right now he’s living in one of Orange County’s finest apartments, complete with beach view. It’s truly gorgeous.
Roleplaying Sample:
A few stray shimmers of light seeped in the young man’s eyelids as he slept. The world around him had changed all too much in the previous hours, and he had yet to experience it. His consciousness had drifted away into oblivion as he slept, aiding in his lethargy. His chest rose and fell in relaxed beats, coinciding with the thumping of his heart. His actions were scattered, allowing involuntary movements to take place of his otherwise motionless sleeping. ©
As the boy slept his chestnut hair had completed its untamed ways by forming waves along the top of his head. It hung loosely, hanging in his eyes a bit. His body laid limply on a rather large bolder, providing little to no comfort for him as he slept. What was taking place inside his mind was far less dangerous than what waited for him in actuality. His slumber was heavy, but had recently lightened up. Actions increased, and he soon found himself mumbling softly. ©
Almost, without any warning, his elbow jerked backwards, slamming hard into the boulder. Pain shot through his arm, extending from his shoulder blade down to the tips of his fingers. Nearly a second later, he was up, wide eyed and confused. Tall trees and beautiful shrubbery were taken in by two hazel eyes. They also spotted a circle of people, looking both shocked and delighted. ‘This is a dream.’ He thought to himself, raising a worn hand to his forehead. ©
He leaned back on the boulder, feeling goose bumps forming on his arms. As his hand touched his forehead, he felt himself. He was awake. The next question that formed in his head was “how did I get here?” he quickly found that he was speaking aloud. His voice was rushed and frantic, but it held a certain confidence that was uncommon. It was neither high nor low, but somewhere in the middle. The boy sat up on the palms of his hands, still attempting to calm down. ©
The throbbing pain in his elbow didn’t help the matter, but it gave him something else to focus on. An expression of confusion and sadness played across his features as he sat there, examining his options. ‘Hmm.’ He thought. ‘Maybe I can run.’ He had always loved running, but never found himself to be any good at it. ‘Nah. That won’t work.’ The boy had never talked to himself this much before, but he had never been kidnapped and taken away to a far off land before, either. ©
He threw his options in front of himself, examining them with great detail. It soon came across to him that he had not taken the time to get a good look at the people before him. There were many young, rather short boys, all with curly mops of hair on their heads. Their eyes were wide with wonder, and they were dressed in clothing unbeknownst to this particular man. And then there was he. A tall, dashing lad, with the most enchanting emerald eyes, that stood before him. ©
A rather sweet smile was on his face, and his hands were clasped together in delight. He knew the man wished to say something to him. Taking in a deep breath of crisp clean air, he paced himself. Just then, Henry sat forward, resting his elbows; one a bit swollen, on his knees. He tried to avoid wincing as they touched, and smiled instead. His teeth were gritted so hard that he could have sworn they were about to crack under pressure. ©
“Where am I?” he said softly, his eyes locking with one of the little boys’ and shifting gaze until they met with each and every one of them. Henry’s eyes were squinted slightly, considering he was looking almost directly into the sunlight. The tall man’s slim silhouette was all that could be made out from the light, but it mattered little. Henry talked directly into the sun. He was dazed, but was regaining stamina quickly. ©
The short people in front of him had their hats off, and still remained excited to see him. A few had stepped forward and began bowing, making sure to greet him with many warm smiles. Some of them even tended to his elbow. Henry wasn’t quite sure what was happening, but he’d be a fool not to enjoy it at least a little. (d)
Can you handle the drama?