- Name: Online alias is ShockIce or Rise Against.
Age: Upperclassmen in highschool.
RP experience: Narratively, I'm desiring to be an author as a side-job later down the road, but in the meantime my stacks of miscellaneous stories and plots in my bedroom will suffice. In roleplaying terms, I've roleplayed online since younger gradeschool(I think around third grade is when I first discovered it), and still continue for the reason being that I find it to be an entertaining method of exercising creativity. So you can say I've roleplayed for a good eight years, admined on three boards, two of which are still running, and I've been a member on dozens, all of which I make my attempt at keeping up with equally.
How did you find us? Stumbled across an ad at RPG-D, and the area of courses in the school poked at my interests a bit.
Contacts: AIM: ShockIce
- Full name: Theodore Luke Jenner III, commonly referred to as Luke by his peers.
Age: Sixteen.
Birthday: March 31
Sexuality: Straight
Status: Single
Year: Second Year / Sophomore
Nationality: American
Major: Stage Tech, more specifically Lighting Design.
Minor 1: Art - Graphical Design and Mixed Media
Minor 2: Music - Theory and Composition
- General appearance:
Luke stands at an average height for his age, a bit short of six feet. Topping his light Caucasian body is a scruff long red tangles he calls hair, which droop untidily around his head to about eye-level in the front, covers his ears, and hangs in the back.
Occasionally if he hasn't tended to it in a while, Luke will pull his hair back and keep it in place with a torn black bandanna. While his hair is back, his vivid green eyes are revealed, although the vast majority of his facial skin is already covered by freckles.
He has a crooked nose, which looks as if it had been carelessly tended to after several injuries, which accompanies the faded scar on the left side of his face, below his eye.
Luke's casual wardrobe consists of several plain colored undershirts, all of which have an occasional tear or hole, and are always accompanied by a collared button-down shirt, which is always unbuttoned. Luke has never been known to wear any sort of pants other than a cargo, faded pair of jeans or a loose-hanging pair of cargo shorts.
Physically, Luke has a rough, ragged posture, occasionally hunched over. His body externally looks to be in it's prime, although internally Luke feels as if he's still small and scrawny. True though, he is fairly weak, usually the least muscular of the guys he hangs out with.
- Five words to desribe my strengths: -Creative-Curious-Logical-Social-Liberated-
Five words to describe my weaknesses: -Weak-Outspoken-Depressed-Longing-Desperate-
General personality:
From a first glance from afar, Luke would appear to be a soft-going, quiet, organized sort of teenager. Upon walking up and talking to Luke, organized would be crossed off the list. Following a friendship with Luke, quiet would be smudged out. And after spending a good amount of time with him, soft-going would be well off the chart.
At first meet, Luke is cautious and careful around newly-met people or strangers. He much prefers to stay back and observe the situation before taking any action towards a remark. Although, it only takes a short-while until he has eased into a calm state of mind, and begins to feel relieved and open towards people.
Towards his friends, Luke is very free-speaking, always stating the thoughts on his mind. Once he has broken into the conversation, he never is left out with nothing to say. This same aspect follows him throughout his life, once at ease in a situation he becomes open-minded.
In either his closed or open state of mind, Luke always has a flare of curiosity sparked inside of him somewhere. Luke rarely settles for the first option, constantly wanting to know more of what there is to offer. Over time, Luke's broad range of curiosity developed into a sense of creativity and originality, allowing him to think aside from the norm or the socially accepted.
- History: Born as a single child in the close suburbs of Chicago, Illinois in the United States, Luke was raised in an upper-middle class life. His father held the profession of an engineer, earning him an over-sufficient income, and his mother worked part-time as a realator in the local area. Throughout elementary school, Luke spent many hours at home without parents present, which usually lead him into taking wandering walks outside or seeking entertainment elsewhere. Eventually, this lead him to begin to sit down daily at the grand piano that sat in his home, that seemed to have never been touched. Over time, Luke began to teach himself how to play, beginning to understand theory and keys. Although he never took the time to learn to read music, because he had no interest in playing other people's work, mainly improvising his own.
In middle school, Luke picked up his first guitar which he found at a local garage sale, and began to play, making connections between the black and white keys on the piano and the frets and strings of the guitar. Also in grade school, Luke delved into another hobby of drawing, expanding his creative mindset to a wider range.
In his first year of junior high, Luke's parents struck a conflict, and in a matter of weeks signed the papers of divorce. Luke's father would be traveling to Europe partially for business, and partially to seek a fresh slate, while Luke's mother remained in the United States, continuing her job as a realtor and eventually finding another man. The court issued for Luke to be sent with his dad to the United Kingdom, for his father had the income to sustain a child.
The move across the globe affected Luke more emotionally than anything else. Over his years thirteen years of childhood in his familiar suburban environment, he grew attached to the area, and the people who dwelled in it. The move would cause the loss of friends, a strike on his open-minded, uplifting personality, and a higher ground of curiosity.
Proceeding his junior high graduation at a small private school in England, Luke's father began to look into boarding school's for Luke that would fit his interests, which he soon stumbled across Finesse School of the Fine Arts. Luke only needed to take one skim of the brochure before he had his bags packed and was ready to set off to his new school, environment, and home.
- Roleplay Sample: ((Taken from a Boarding School for the Gifted RP on a different board, my character being Ken))
As the electronic tone sounded throughout the room, Ken quickly pushed his Calculus book into his bag and stood up with Isabel.
"What have you got next?" Ken asked as he and Isabel walked out of the room. "I know I checked with Raeson, and we've both got Advanced Chemistry next. How about you?"
Isabel shook her head as she said "I'm taking Advanced Biology this year for the science credit. But I've got Philosophy next. Joy."
"Ah," Ken sighed. "Can't have 'em all together. Anyways, I can't wait to get in and show Jacobs what I was working on over the summer. I want to check with him, but I'm near positive that if I get some hydrogen chloride to six molar, I'll be able to react..." Ken droned on with words meaning nothing to Isabel, yet everything to himself. The two walked out of the current building they were in and parted ways, Ken heading towards a western island, Isabel staying on the same.
Ken had been approaching the science building, rummaging through his bag for sealed bottles of pure substances, not paying attention to the students around him. He had just found the vial of H2O2 he had been rummaging for as he ran into someone, sending the glass container shattering to the cement pathway below.
"Shit," Ken muttered as he instantly got on his knees. "Sorry!" he stated, quickly ionizing the hydrogen peroxide to a solid state, so he could retrieve it. The person he ran into gave a raspy grunt, which caused Ken to raise his head. It had been Allisandri.
"Sorry," Ken stated again, in a softer tone. He stared at Alli, who still looked ravaged from the day previous. The dark bags under his eyes revealed a night of troubled sleep, and his hoarse breathing clarified that he still had the damage in his throat. Silent, Ken went back to cleaning up his spill, keeping a cautious eye on Alli's legs, which hadn't moved.
