Post by Garrick Meyer on Jul 13, 2008 20:39:28 GMT -5
About Your Character:
Portrayed By: Kirill Nikolini
Name: Garrick Abraham Meyer
Nickname(s): Ricky
Age: Seventeen
Major(s): Music (harpsichord, violin, singing, and guitar)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heteroflexible
Grade Level: High school junior
Personality:
A bone-dry sense of frequently used black humour is one of Garrick Foster’s personal hallmarks. He’s frequently sarcastic and occasionally mean, even to other rich people. He can, however, be very kind to those people whom he cares about. He is very loyal to things and people he truly cares about, there are just not very many of these things. And it’s more of an internal loyalty than an external loyalty. He doesn’t argue with his parents about his brother’s betrayal, but they can’t make him hate Sirius.
Garrick is a bit of a wimp, and on some level, he knows this. He’s a very gentle boy, favoured as the baby by his mother, and the sort of boy who, if on a baseball team, would fill his first-baseman's mitt with entries of poetry that he can read while in the field. His bark is worse than his bite, and he often lets his friends push him around more than he should. It is not that he’s afraid of them, he just usually does not care enough one way or another to make the decision for himself. He also strongly desires the approval of those around him, which contributes to the ease with which he is pushed into things he may not really want to do. Okay, so maybe there’s a little bit of fear involved, too. And that also isn't to say that he doesn't sometimes defy orders or do things he knows people around him would hate - he's just sneaky about it. His mother, for example, would be mortified if she knew that Garrick was a smoker, but he smokes anyway, he's just smart about it, masking the smoke smell with cologne and always going outside to smoke.
Unlike the rest of his family, Garrick does not hate those with little or no money. He doesn’t like either group as a unit, though he occasionally likes a person who falls into either group, and he tends to have prejudices, but he reserves such strong terms as “hate” for things like tartar, which he finds absolutely hideous.
As follows, Garrick is vain. He does not really realize this, but nor does he make any attempts to deny this. He is vain, prim, proper, tidy and clean. The idea of getting dirt on his clothes doing something is relatively repulsive to him. It, in and of itself, would be reason enough not to do some things. He is not a big fan of the outdoors, as they tend to be very dirty, and he prefers to be inside where things are nice and clean. He avoids bad parts of town because poor and homeless people scare him – partly because they seem impossible, somehow, to him.
Garrick does not realize that there are people out there who don’t have money. It would be like telling him that there are some people who are not allowed to breathe. He would not believe you if you told him. Perhaps some people have less money – say, a couple hundred thousand quid instead of several million – but the idea of having no money is absurd. Someone once tried to explain the Irish Potato famine to him, and he simply wouldn’t have any part of it. The idea that thousands of people died because there were no potatoes served only, in Ricky’s mind, to state that the Irish were the pickiest eaters in the world.
Because Ricky has always had money, and it’s just sort of been there with no actual possibility of running out, he is very generous with his money, especially when friends are involved. He’s never hesitant to pick up the tab during an outing with friends, even when it’s probably or definitely not his turn to pay. He probably has several friends and acquaintances who owe him over a hundred quid he has no real intention of collecting. Infinity minus 100 is still infinity, after all.
Likes:
1 . candy and chocolate
2 . being clean and clean clothing
3 . being on stage
4 . singing and guitar
5 . being sarcastic
Dislikes:
1 . grime and dirt
2 . homeless people
3 . not getting enough sleep
4 . losing his bank card
5 . not being allowed to take the car
Flaws:
1 . his fear of the homeless
2 . not understanding that people don’t have money at all
3 . how sarcastic he gets
History:
Garrick was born on September 3, shortly after the birth of his sister, Gabrielle, to Brandee and Briar Meyer. He lived the first 11 years of his live exclusively at the Meyer’s estate in London. His parents were never especially loving with their children, or with each other, and Ricky grew up thinking very little of marriage, and very little of women as wives or life partners in general.
As a child, Garrick rarely saw his parents. He and his sister were mostly the charges of nurses, nannies and governesses. When his parents were around, he was hell bent on impressing them. He thought that maybe if he did, they’d spend more time with him. He’d get so excited about this prospect that he would mess things up and annoy his parents. His mother, however, began spending much more time with him as his entrance to school approached, perhaps for fear that there might be a repeat of Gabrielle. She was so proud when he was good grades that he soon became the object of all of her affections, much to his immediate excitement and subsequent dismay.
He can play the harpsichord and violin, as well as the guitar. His music instructor had a long, thin stick which was used to smack his fingers when he hit a wrong note. She also had a thick German accent. When holding long, wavering notes on the violin, she would often shout “Hold it, hold it! You vill not die from it!” The same woman taught him etiquette. During the table manners portion, she would shout (she was always shouting) “Bring the spoon to your mouth, not your mouth to the spoon!” She’d tie his back to the back of a chair with silk scarves to keep him from moving. He still cannot eat with a slouch. And German accents make him squirm. Silk scarves, however, he has a fondness for.
He overcompensated for most of his life about the whole effeminate thing. He tried making himself more masculine in hopes that it would go away. He even tried playing football, but feared the ball coming at his face.
Regulus was sorted into Slytherin without much difficulty – though there was a moment where the house mentioned something about Gryffindor, most likely in the context of his brother, and Regulus shrank up like a… I can’t even think of a non-sexual metaphor. It isn’t that Regulus isn’t brave, because he can be much braver than Sirius ever gave him credit for, he just… doesn’t bust it out very often. He’s very conniving and cunning, which made him well-suited for the house he was eventually sorted into. He just goes with the flow an awful lot.
He has a number of friends his little gang of the rich folk back home, though some other s disgust him. He’s very selective about the people he takes as TRUE friends, but he is very warm and kind towards those people. He genuinely despises stupidity, which a number of the people in the gang possess, and he doesn’t understand why so many of them find absolutely barbaric activities entertaining. He doesn’t like playing American football, but he likes watching it well enough. Even though it’s rather barbaric. Some of his enjoyment for it is probably watching muscular guys run around on the field like that. Not that he’d admit it, though.
Family:
Mother, father, sister
Hometown:London, England
Montpelier, Vermont
About You:
Name or Alias: Kertys
Age: Seventeen
Years of Rp: About four, maybe five
Other Characters: None on here.
Contacts: Just PM
Roleplay Sample:
this is from a character that i played not even long ago. she is a tranny, so don’t mind the weirdness
Her lip quivered as she stared right at the boy in front of her. Another joke. Even though she couldn`t hear it, every single word had stung even more than the one previous. The boy still didn`t quit, no longer making jokes. Cruel words were being slurred from his mouth, and her arms began to shake, not because she was going to cry, but because of anger. Quinn couldn`t punch him, though. Finally, she just looked away and started walking away. It didn`t matter if he was starting to yell at her for walking away, it made no difference.
Gray eyes searching everywhere, the upset look was still in her eyes but she forced a small smile onto her lips. The looks of the leaves on the trees were just beautiful. A stroll through the park was always her favourite part of the day during the summer. What she wanted, though, was to get to the mall. There was no ride to get there, but walking around the park was good enough for her at that moment, getting away from everything and just leaving the real world behind. Quinn didn`t want to be looking like a loner and completely spaced out, but she did and she was.
Finally snapping out of it, she turned her body a little bit and reached into her bag, searching the bottom of it for her lighter and reaching into the side pocket and pulling out a small case. Inside of that, she pulled out a cigarette, slipping it into her mouth and lighting it quickly. Puffing slowly, she wanted to keep this for as long as she possibly could, but finishing it before her brother decided to come find her to take her to the mall with him or one of her father’s decided to come looking for her to talk to her about something silly again, like not caring what others thought of her or cleaning up the washroom counter. It would be especially terrible if her brother caught her. She was supposed to have quit weeks previous, or so she told him.
Still taking in everything around her, she continued to puff away. She was being quite slow with it, still. There had to be at least four puffs of it left, and they had to be kept for as long as she could possibly make them. One was taken and blown out so slowly. She continued to look around as she took her second one. By the time she was ready to take her third one, she quit walking and sat down on a park bench, looking down at her feet. Today, there were flats sitting on her tiny feet. Skinny jeans ran down her legs, and a striped shirt sat on her torso, and a black sweater on top of that. She did enjoy her outfits on a daily basis.
The cigarette finished, she squished it out under her shoe, her legs curling up to her chest and her feet on the bench with her. Head resting upon her knees, Quinn looked about, waiting for someone she knew to come along. She did need a new dress, something that wasn’t as ugly as her older brother said most of hers were. The smile slid from her lips at this thought. Her brother was a very good looking boy, and she told him that he was ugly. But he had said that her dresses were ugly, and that hurt her a bit more than he could have imagined it to. Then telling her to do what he did, that just totally caught her off. Quinn almost didn’t even want to see him at that moment. Things would get too weird, and she would just wind up getting upset. She needed another cigarette. Pulling out the pack, she opened it up and just stared at it, not knowing whether to go for it or not. It would probably be smarter to do so after she ate something more than a half an apple. But she didn’t close the pack. Instead, one of the white sticks was pulled out, the package back in her bag and the cigarette just being played with in her fingers.
Portrayed By: Kirill Nikolini
Name: Garrick Abraham Meyer
Nickname(s): Ricky
Age: Seventeen
Major(s): Music (harpsichord, violin, singing, and guitar)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heteroflexible
Grade Level: High school junior
Personality:
A bone-dry sense of frequently used black humour is one of Garrick Foster’s personal hallmarks. He’s frequently sarcastic and occasionally mean, even to other rich people. He can, however, be very kind to those people whom he cares about. He is very loyal to things and people he truly cares about, there are just not very many of these things. And it’s more of an internal loyalty than an external loyalty. He doesn’t argue with his parents about his brother’s betrayal, but they can’t make him hate Sirius.
Garrick is a bit of a wimp, and on some level, he knows this. He’s a very gentle boy, favoured as the baby by his mother, and the sort of boy who, if on a baseball team, would fill his first-baseman's mitt with entries of poetry that he can read while in the field. His bark is worse than his bite, and he often lets his friends push him around more than he should. It is not that he’s afraid of them, he just usually does not care enough one way or another to make the decision for himself. He also strongly desires the approval of those around him, which contributes to the ease with which he is pushed into things he may not really want to do. Okay, so maybe there’s a little bit of fear involved, too. And that also isn't to say that he doesn't sometimes defy orders or do things he knows people around him would hate - he's just sneaky about it. His mother, for example, would be mortified if she knew that Garrick was a smoker, but he smokes anyway, he's just smart about it, masking the smoke smell with cologne and always going outside to smoke.
Unlike the rest of his family, Garrick does not hate those with little or no money. He doesn’t like either group as a unit, though he occasionally likes a person who falls into either group, and he tends to have prejudices, but he reserves such strong terms as “hate” for things like tartar, which he finds absolutely hideous.
As follows, Garrick is vain. He does not really realize this, but nor does he make any attempts to deny this. He is vain, prim, proper, tidy and clean. The idea of getting dirt on his clothes doing something is relatively repulsive to him. It, in and of itself, would be reason enough not to do some things. He is not a big fan of the outdoors, as they tend to be very dirty, and he prefers to be inside where things are nice and clean. He avoids bad parts of town because poor and homeless people scare him – partly because they seem impossible, somehow, to him.
Garrick does not realize that there are people out there who don’t have money. It would be like telling him that there are some people who are not allowed to breathe. He would not believe you if you told him. Perhaps some people have less money – say, a couple hundred thousand quid instead of several million – but the idea of having no money is absurd. Someone once tried to explain the Irish Potato famine to him, and he simply wouldn’t have any part of it. The idea that thousands of people died because there were no potatoes served only, in Ricky’s mind, to state that the Irish were the pickiest eaters in the world.
Because Ricky has always had money, and it’s just sort of been there with no actual possibility of running out, he is very generous with his money, especially when friends are involved. He’s never hesitant to pick up the tab during an outing with friends, even when it’s probably or definitely not his turn to pay. He probably has several friends and acquaintances who owe him over a hundred quid he has no real intention of collecting. Infinity minus 100 is still infinity, after all.
Likes:
1 . candy and chocolate
2 . being clean and clean clothing
3 . being on stage
4 . singing and guitar
5 . being sarcastic
Dislikes:
1 . grime and dirt
2 . homeless people
3 . not getting enough sleep
4 . losing his bank card
5 . not being allowed to take the car
Flaws:
1 . his fear of the homeless
2 . not understanding that people don’t have money at all
3 . how sarcastic he gets
History:
Garrick was born on September 3, shortly after the birth of his sister, Gabrielle, to Brandee and Briar Meyer. He lived the first 11 years of his live exclusively at the Meyer’s estate in London. His parents were never especially loving with their children, or with each other, and Ricky grew up thinking very little of marriage, and very little of women as wives or life partners in general.
As a child, Garrick rarely saw his parents. He and his sister were mostly the charges of nurses, nannies and governesses. When his parents were around, he was hell bent on impressing them. He thought that maybe if he did, they’d spend more time with him. He’d get so excited about this prospect that he would mess things up and annoy his parents. His mother, however, began spending much more time with him as his entrance to school approached, perhaps for fear that there might be a repeat of Gabrielle. She was so proud when he was good grades that he soon became the object of all of her affections, much to his immediate excitement and subsequent dismay.
He can play the harpsichord and violin, as well as the guitar. His music instructor had a long, thin stick which was used to smack his fingers when he hit a wrong note. She also had a thick German accent. When holding long, wavering notes on the violin, she would often shout “Hold it, hold it! You vill not die from it!” The same woman taught him etiquette. During the table manners portion, she would shout (she was always shouting) “Bring the spoon to your mouth, not your mouth to the spoon!” She’d tie his back to the back of a chair with silk scarves to keep him from moving. He still cannot eat with a slouch. And German accents make him squirm. Silk scarves, however, he has a fondness for.
He overcompensated for most of his life about the whole effeminate thing. He tried making himself more masculine in hopes that it would go away. He even tried playing football, but feared the ball coming at his face.
Regulus was sorted into Slytherin without much difficulty – though there was a moment where the house mentioned something about Gryffindor, most likely in the context of his brother, and Regulus shrank up like a… I can’t even think of a non-sexual metaphor. It isn’t that Regulus isn’t brave, because he can be much braver than Sirius ever gave him credit for, he just… doesn’t bust it out very often. He’s very conniving and cunning, which made him well-suited for the house he was eventually sorted into. He just goes with the flow an awful lot.
He has a number of friends his little gang of the rich folk back home, though some other s disgust him. He’s very selective about the people he takes as TRUE friends, but he is very warm and kind towards those people. He genuinely despises stupidity, which a number of the people in the gang possess, and he doesn’t understand why so many of them find absolutely barbaric activities entertaining. He doesn’t like playing American football, but he likes watching it well enough. Even though it’s rather barbaric. Some of his enjoyment for it is probably watching muscular guys run around on the field like that. Not that he’d admit it, though.
Family:
Mother, father, sister
Hometown:
Montpelier, Vermont
About You:
Name or Alias: Kertys
Age: Seventeen
Years of Rp: About four, maybe five
Other Characters: None on here.
Contacts: Just PM
Roleplay Sample:
this is from a character that i played not even long ago. she is a tranny, so don’t mind the weirdness
Her lip quivered as she stared right at the boy in front of her. Another joke. Even though she couldn`t hear it, every single word had stung even more than the one previous. The boy still didn`t quit, no longer making jokes. Cruel words were being slurred from his mouth, and her arms began to shake, not because she was going to cry, but because of anger. Quinn couldn`t punch him, though. Finally, she just looked away and started walking away. It didn`t matter if he was starting to yell at her for walking away, it made no difference.
Gray eyes searching everywhere, the upset look was still in her eyes but she forced a small smile onto her lips. The looks of the leaves on the trees were just beautiful. A stroll through the park was always her favourite part of the day during the summer. What she wanted, though, was to get to the mall. There was no ride to get there, but walking around the park was good enough for her at that moment, getting away from everything and just leaving the real world behind. Quinn didn`t want to be looking like a loner and completely spaced out, but she did and she was.
Finally snapping out of it, she turned her body a little bit and reached into her bag, searching the bottom of it for her lighter and reaching into the side pocket and pulling out a small case. Inside of that, she pulled out a cigarette, slipping it into her mouth and lighting it quickly. Puffing slowly, she wanted to keep this for as long as she possibly could, but finishing it before her brother decided to come find her to take her to the mall with him or one of her father’s decided to come looking for her to talk to her about something silly again, like not caring what others thought of her or cleaning up the washroom counter. It would be especially terrible if her brother caught her. She was supposed to have quit weeks previous, or so she told him.
Still taking in everything around her, she continued to puff away. She was being quite slow with it, still. There had to be at least four puffs of it left, and they had to be kept for as long as she could possibly make them. One was taken and blown out so slowly. She continued to look around as she took her second one. By the time she was ready to take her third one, she quit walking and sat down on a park bench, looking down at her feet. Today, there were flats sitting on her tiny feet. Skinny jeans ran down her legs, and a striped shirt sat on her torso, and a black sweater on top of that. She did enjoy her outfits on a daily basis.
The cigarette finished, she squished it out under her shoe, her legs curling up to her chest and her feet on the bench with her. Head resting upon her knees, Quinn looked about, waiting for someone she knew to come along. She did need a new dress, something that wasn’t as ugly as her older brother said most of hers were. The smile slid from her lips at this thought. Her brother was a very good looking boy, and she told him that he was ugly. But he had said that her dresses were ugly, and that hurt her a bit more than he could have imagined it to. Then telling her to do what he did, that just totally caught her off. Quinn almost didn’t even want to see him at that moment. Things would get too weird, and she would just wind up getting upset. She needed another cigarette. Pulling out the pack, she opened it up and just stared at it, not knowing whether to go for it or not. It would probably be smarter to do so after she ate something more than a half an apple. But she didn’t close the pack. Instead, one of the white sticks was pulled out, the package back in her bag and the cigarette just being played with in her fingers.
