Post by Brock Snider on Sept 2, 2006 20:47:54 GMT -5
About YOU:
What Do you Go by?:
Star
Age:
14
RP Experiance:
about a yr
Character Stats:
Last name:
Snider
First Name:
Brock
Middle Name:
Caleb
Age:
19
Height:
6'2"
Year:
2006
Schedule:
He graduted
Gender:
Male
Celeb. Used:
Kieth Urban
Possetions:
He owns two six shooters from back home that sits in his Dodge Ram 1999. Has a cowboy hat and boots that include spurrs. A black and brown guitar.
Pets:
His Australian Shepard purebred, Blue and is wild mustang, Lighting.
Personality:
When he was younger in his hometown he was a funny, football player, and all around fun guy. He was popular and never needed anything then what he had. He is not the person that always wants something from people in return for his deeds. He often volunteers for different things to help out people making people happy and joyful. He is a Christian, Presbyterian to be exact. He does this happily trying to rid of the pain that still lingers within him.
He can never seem to rid of the pain like it’s a constant reminder of what once was a true happy life. Since he was nineteen he was more bottled up not really letting anyone see the true him, of course he was nice and kind to everyone, but he never could find his old self again. He works out every morning then works out more working in his shop. As you can tell he is vary muscular and isn’t the guy that is obsessed with his looks he just looks like Brock. Brock loves to sing and play guitar in his spare time and it calms him down alot.
Appearance:
Brock is what you can call a true country boy. He had always been into guns, ammunition, nice trucks, and reble flags. Evan though he does fallow rules in stuff he is still a pure reble and doesn't take crap from no one. If you were back in his home town and said something to piss him off you wouldn't live another second. He has medium dirty blonde hair with an all around handsome look to him. Is is strong and muscular.
History:
Brock was born in Lancaster Pennsylvania as an only child. His mother and Father were born and raised wealthy, but decided to live in Amish country as normal folks. That soon came to an end when Brock’s wealthy grandparents died. Up to that point Brock was a normal kid never knowing his parents were rich. He had tons of friends and even a girlfriend. He was head of the football team one of the best throwers Solanco has ever seen. He had so much to live for growing up having all that he needed and nothing more. Once he turned sixteen and had his license did he find out he was a rich kid living the normal life. He was astound to hear this, but took it. Soon his parents bought him a large red dodge ram 1500 4x4 v8 engine. It was a 05 model the newest model for dodge.
His friends were completely surprised about his truck that he supped up with a hood scoop, raised it 10 inches, tinted the windows black, and a whole bunch of other stuff. That is how Brock became a darn good mechanic leading to his job and gaining good money for himself. When he was 19 his grandparents in a place called Kennlewood died making his parents think. It was his father’s parents and he was an only child also so he inherited their house. Brock was homesick for good old Lancaster wanting to go back to his friends, but now lived in Kennlewood. That year was a bad year because his father was murdered and his mother went insane making him take her to the mental institution where some unknown person gave her a overdose which killed her along with him being sent here to Richwood to live while his house was sold. That whole year was one of the worst years of his life and tearing him apart, but that next year he regained himself and started a mechanic shop with some of the wealthy money he had and began his own business making himself happier. Now he is 21 and still having a good business and is known by almost everyone in Richwood for his good work.
RPG Sample: [AT LEAST a paragraph. 5 Sentances.]
This is from another site
It was another one of those nights for this guy. He was a tall guy about 6 foot tall and vary muscular. He was well known around Paris for his good mechanic work. He had just had one of those bad days today at work and worked vary late this night. He locked up his shop for the night and began walking to his truck which was a few blocks away. He stopped pausing for a second and decided to go for a walk through the woods to think and calm his riddled mind. As he walked he felt as if he was being fallowed by someone and stopped looking around. An odd feeling like he was being watched swept over him.
A figure walked out of the bushes, a woman. She looked pale, but the moonlight was directly on her so it would make her look pale. The thing he noticed was blood on her lips that ran down her chin. That was something he hadn’t seen before and his hand went to the side unclipping a holster and holding on to his knife and he gripped it tightly. “No need for alarm sir,” she said in a normal voice. “I don’t trust your words,” he replied with his deep voice that fit his muscular features. He watched as the woman looked him over not liking this one bit his mind racing with thoughts and the only thing he could think of was she being a vampire and just fed on a human. The woman grinned at him. “I know you might not trust my words,” she said. “Why would I trust a vampire,” he snapped. She growled slightly moving fast disappearing from his site. Then he felt someone grip his neck and he was thrown against a tree. He whipped out his knife and lashed out, but soon it was thrown against a distant tree. “Have a little respect or you could get killed,” she whispered in his ear. She grinned at him once more before walking off leaving him.
What Do you Go by?:
Star
Age:
14
RP Experiance:
about a yr
Character Stats:
Last name:
Snider
First Name:
Brock
Middle Name:
Caleb
Age:
19
Height:
6'2"
Year:
2006
Schedule:
He graduted
Gender:
Male
Celeb. Used:
Kieth Urban
Possetions:
He owns two six shooters from back home that sits in his Dodge Ram 1999. Has a cowboy hat and boots that include spurrs. A black and brown guitar.
Pets:
His Australian Shepard purebred, Blue and is wild mustang, Lighting.
Personality:
When he was younger in his hometown he was a funny, football player, and all around fun guy. He was popular and never needed anything then what he had. He is not the person that always wants something from people in return for his deeds. He often volunteers for different things to help out people making people happy and joyful. He is a Christian, Presbyterian to be exact. He does this happily trying to rid of the pain that still lingers within him.
He can never seem to rid of the pain like it’s a constant reminder of what once was a true happy life. Since he was nineteen he was more bottled up not really letting anyone see the true him, of course he was nice and kind to everyone, but he never could find his old self again. He works out every morning then works out more working in his shop. As you can tell he is vary muscular and isn’t the guy that is obsessed with his looks he just looks like Brock. Brock loves to sing and play guitar in his spare time and it calms him down alot.
Appearance:
Brock is what you can call a true country boy. He had always been into guns, ammunition, nice trucks, and reble flags. Evan though he does fallow rules in stuff he is still a pure reble and doesn't take crap from no one. If you were back in his home town and said something to piss him off you wouldn't live another second. He has medium dirty blonde hair with an all around handsome look to him. Is is strong and muscular.
History:
Brock was born in Lancaster Pennsylvania as an only child. His mother and Father were born and raised wealthy, but decided to live in Amish country as normal folks. That soon came to an end when Brock’s wealthy grandparents died. Up to that point Brock was a normal kid never knowing his parents were rich. He had tons of friends and even a girlfriend. He was head of the football team one of the best throwers Solanco has ever seen. He had so much to live for growing up having all that he needed and nothing more. Once he turned sixteen and had his license did he find out he was a rich kid living the normal life. He was astound to hear this, but took it. Soon his parents bought him a large red dodge ram 1500 4x4 v8 engine. It was a 05 model the newest model for dodge.
His friends were completely surprised about his truck that he supped up with a hood scoop, raised it 10 inches, tinted the windows black, and a whole bunch of other stuff. That is how Brock became a darn good mechanic leading to his job and gaining good money for himself. When he was 19 his grandparents in a place called Kennlewood died making his parents think. It was his father’s parents and he was an only child also so he inherited their house. Brock was homesick for good old Lancaster wanting to go back to his friends, but now lived in Kennlewood. That year was a bad year because his father was murdered and his mother went insane making him take her to the mental institution where some unknown person gave her a overdose which killed her along with him being sent here to Richwood to live while his house was sold. That whole year was one of the worst years of his life and tearing him apart, but that next year he regained himself and started a mechanic shop with some of the wealthy money he had and began his own business making himself happier. Now he is 21 and still having a good business and is known by almost everyone in Richwood for his good work.
RPG Sample: [AT LEAST a paragraph. 5 Sentances.]
This is from another site
It was another one of those nights for this guy. He was a tall guy about 6 foot tall and vary muscular. He was well known around Paris for his good mechanic work. He had just had one of those bad days today at work and worked vary late this night. He locked up his shop for the night and began walking to his truck which was a few blocks away. He stopped pausing for a second and decided to go for a walk through the woods to think and calm his riddled mind. As he walked he felt as if he was being fallowed by someone and stopped looking around. An odd feeling like he was being watched swept over him.
A figure walked out of the bushes, a woman. She looked pale, but the moonlight was directly on her so it would make her look pale. The thing he noticed was blood on her lips that ran down her chin. That was something he hadn’t seen before and his hand went to the side unclipping a holster and holding on to his knife and he gripped it tightly. “No need for alarm sir,” she said in a normal voice. “I don’t trust your words,” he replied with his deep voice that fit his muscular features. He watched as the woman looked him over not liking this one bit his mind racing with thoughts and the only thing he could think of was she being a vampire and just fed on a human. The woman grinned at him. “I know you might not trust my words,” she said. “Why would I trust a vampire,” he snapped. She growled slightly moving fast disappearing from his site. Then he felt someone grip his neck and he was thrown against a tree. He whipped out his knife and lashed out, but soon it was thrown against a distant tree. “Have a little respect or you could get killed,” she whispered in his ear. She grinned at him once more before walking off leaving him.
