they just howl all night long

Sun, 31 Aug 2008 18:33:56 GMT

OOC:

Name: Whitney
Screen name: sharkxxshark
Timezone: usa, eastern?

IC:

Character's name: Alex Evans
Character's age: 21
Character's sexuality: flamingly gay
Character's journal: alexbluexeyes
Character's AIM screen name: sharkxxshark (can't link, sorry)
Character's job: psh, job?? what's that? he's an heir.
Where do we know your character from?: myspace
Picture of your character (http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1500000/Alex-Evans-alex-evans-1579490-414-607.jpg, not embedded): Text.
Character bio (minimum of five hundred words): Alex just turned twentyone, son of a rich business owner. His father owns a large well to do record company in LA. But since he's legally an adult, he wanted to act like it and moved to the Veg. He had his own penthouse apartment with the most gorgeous views of the brightly lit city. He had tons of friends and was no stranger to partying. His favorite thing to do was hang out in the high rollers section of the casino and waste his daddy's money, just because he could. Always surrounded by money and flashing lights of paparazzi cameras, one could say that Alex lived the perfect life. He loved the attention, always causing a scene by being somewhat of a bad boy. Flipping off the cameras, spitting on reporters, sleeping around with any size zero boy he could find. Yes boy. He was also very open about his sexuality, sauntering around the hotel pool in the most luxurious bathing suits and ordering flamboyantly colored drinks. The El Cortez was like his second home, he knew the owner and many other employees on a first name basis. Huge into fashion, he tended to like his clothes tight and squeezing his small body that didn't look a day over eithteen, showing off all the perfect places. A few of his best friends were Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie and Kim Stewart. But still, at the end of most days, you could find him lounging at a blackjack table, betting thouands of dollars at a time like it was loose change.

Etc.

Examples of RPing (at least two):

sharkxxshark: Frank rubbed his own towel over himself,
still a little damp but pulled some clean boxers on before he went to
the jeans he had worn the night before and pulled his sidekick out.
There wasn't much battery left since he had left it uncharged
overnight but there would be enough for Hayley to make her call. He
walked over to where she stood and slipped the device into her hand.
She quickly flipped it open and punched in the number, meanwhile Frank
was hunching over, burying his face into the crook of her neck on the
same side as the hickey. His lips glided over it, nibbling softly as
he took this moment to use all his senses and soak as much of her as
he could. He didn't want to have to wait a few weeks to see her again.
He planned to continue nuzzling against her like this as long as she
was on the phone, his hands low on her hips.

sharkxxshark: In the aftermath of the catastrophe, Alex resumed his position in a corner of the room, shaken. His hands and arms were stained red, even his usually pale white cheeks were splotched with blood. His chest heaved, tired from ending the lives of so many mortals, fighting back. As he travelled through, wrestling with man after man, he caught glimpses of faces he recognized, already gone on the floor. He was unsure why he was still alive, awake, conscious, not dead and some of the vampires he had befreinded and knew to be stronger than him, were no more. In the room he was in, he was the only one left. He wasn't sure about other rooms in the castle, but he didn'tdare move from this spot. Until he heard a scream, unlike anything he had ever heard in his life and afterlife. He shakily got to his feet and carefullymade his way to the foyer, slowly climbing the stairs. He could smell smoke, the railing was smoldering. He was on guard now, in case any human had remained to rid the world of the last few vampires. A piece of plank from an exploded step dropped and echoed throughout the magnificent hall, causing Alex to cry out and jump. He hurried the rest of the way up the steps, following the sound of the cry until he was outside the master's lair. He knew never to enter unless he had permission from Gerard himself. So he lingered by the doorway, peeking inside to see a vampire he had only seen once or twice around the castle, huddled over what looked like a small mound of dirt.