First Name: Jake
Middle Name(s): Rowan
Surname: Wilson

Age: 17
Birthday: November 24
Year: Junior
Nationality: American

Major: Art
Minor 1: Acting
Minor 2: Alternative Health

Appearance: Jake is a tall, slim and well around average guy. His hair is black and is worn in the same style flat and sort of emo, but thats not wha he is. His eyes are a bright vibrant blue and his face is that of a young man, his lips are full his nose small his eyes large and a smile always on his face. When it comes to clothes Jake dresses mostly in skinny jeans, hoodies, and variosu colours and patterns.

Personality: Jake is a very outgonig and hyper at times not really aring what others think of him, he'l ldo his best to brighten a room or someone's day. But there are times were he can blow things out of size into something much bigger. And he tends to jump to conclusions and assumes. That is his downfall and he tends to speak his mind alot not really caring what others think.

History: Jake was born and raised by a normal family to a loving mother and father in Nevada, USA. As a boy Jake was well off and very weathly, thanks to his parents. He was always treated well and given everything he wanted. This ended up staying the same into his teen years. Causing him to be very snotting and cocky to others. His parents found it normal and even expected it, but Jake soon dropped that attitude knowing it would not get him anywhere.

As Jake grew he became even more needy to the point when he turned 16 he begged to be sent to the school of arts in London. Jake's parents agreed and soon moved to London for Jake but also for his father's new and better paying job thier only son and child started to prepare for a full year, picking classes and a major. He decided he wanted to take Art, and that he'd become a famous fashion designer one day. Now at 17 Jake is finally arriving at the school and he hopes the best.

Roleplay Sample: *Taken from a POTC board*

Amelia opened the back door to the inn at Port Royal, dragging behind her a large barrel full of dirty water from the kitchen. She groaned as she turned it onto it’s side and unclogged the cork, greenish yellow water poured out of the hole and it made Amelia think what they made in the inn’s kitchen. She was 34 years old now and her future looked dim and gray, she would never leave this place, Port Royal was she home but also her prison. Amelia had seen various women far better off then she, nobles, which she had once bee, and it pained her to see those types of woman, she’d still be a countess if it weren’t for Andrew. Her blue eyes stung with tears that hung in them. She bit in inside of her cheek and finished pouring out the barrel; she had three more to do before she would be allowed back in.

It was about sunset when she had finished with the barrels Amelia wasn’t the strongest of woman. She stood and a pain shot through her back, she gasp and placed a hand at her spine quickly, stepping back till she hit the wall, she was aching all over. Running a hand across her forehead placing extra strands of her blond hair out of her face. It took Amelia a few minutes to regain her strength to stand up straight. When she finally did she walked back into the inn, into the dim lit and smoke filled building she had called home for quite some time. Amelia’s eyes darted to the counter where Mr. Mcgardy the innkeeper gave the middle-aged woman a smile. Amelia returned his with a weary one and dragged her tired bones up the flight of stairs to her room, it was on the end of the narrow hallway. Entering her room she just collapsed onto her bed, turning onto her side as the sun settled over the horizon of the sea, would her life ever change.

Accepted!

Can you just sort the Minors? It's just like "Acting" or "Alternative Health", rather than specific parts - we just assume that your character picked which parts already so we just need an outline.