Post by Darreck on Jan 9, 2010 4:03:04 GMT -5
Picture:
Name: Darreck Phillipe
Age: 18
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 118 ilbs
Eyes and Hair: his hair is dark brown, dyed black, and spikes naturally. His eyes are dark rbown-green.
General Looks: he's tans easily, but prefers to remain pale, so he usually walks around in pants and hoodie, or at least long sleeved shirts, unless the heat is just too much. His eyes are sort of a muddy moss color, brown-green at the same time. his hair is naturally spikey, and he just helps it a little with gel, which makes his brown haired - dyed black, in a spurt of rebellion - stand out a bit.
he's not very tall, and is thin and defineatly not muscular - he hates the way other princes' look, all bulgy with muscles and idiotic grins. So he gangs out in the forest, or at bars, or with other kids who like to hate their parents.
Parents: Beauty and Prince Adam - more famously known as the Beast.
Siblings: None, unfortuneatly.
Other Family: he's got his randfather on his moms' side, but no other family.
Home: His parents' castle.
History: he grew up a normal prince; reading, writing, and talking at an early age, tutored when he was younger until he grew up a bit and threw fits until he was allowed to go to public school, where he branched away from the royal upbringing of his family and delved headlong into rebellion.
Things weren't helped when his mom died. Everyone was told that nobody knew what happened, but he was sure it was murder. There were plenty o pople who would want to kill beauty - she was rich, famous, and married to a prince. but things have finally died down after three years old her being dead, and he's starting to let go of his idea.
Other: His father and he have regular arguements, and darreck fears he might get stuck with the same curse as his dad had.
Side: not sure yet.
Roleplaying Sample: He, Darreck Phillipe, wasn't scared.
No, really - Darreck wasn't scared. He wasn't sitting up in an old withering tree in the graveyard in the middle of the night because he was scared. He was sitting up there because he didn't want to get attacked by zombies, or ghouls, or that creepy old guy who gaurded the place and chased kids out before they could do something like vandalize the gravestones.
Which is what he had dne, too, and partly why he was up a tree with his pants off. See, there had been a dare, and -- long story short, Darreck had accepted the dare, and met his freinds at the gates a few hours ago with a spray can. But, to make things more 'interesting', he'd given them his pants with the promise of an extra twenty bucks if he made it through the night without getting caught and eaten, freezing to death, or being thrown out and/or arrested.
So, pantless, and having vandalized a few of the huge meusoleum bits in the graveyard, Darreck was now trying to fall asleep without falling out of the tree. Oh, and his shivering wasn't because he was scared - it was because he was freezing cold.
