Post by ELLIS RICE on Dec 24, 2008 0:38:35 GMT -5
, ELLISDANIELRICE !
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NAME , "Ellis Daniel Rice. no one calls me that, though. I mean, i hardly remember that my name's Ellis..."
NICKNAMES , "I tag all my art with 'Capsa,' and a lot of people who know what I do call me that, quite against my requests. Other than that, Pretty much everyone calls me some version of 'rice.' I get 'ricecakes' a lot, and it doesn't bother me or anything, just sort of fun."
AGE , "I'm twenty-two, but I've been told I act a lot older than my age."
SEX , male.
RELIGION , "eh. I don't really believe in a god or anything, just in reincarnation, half-heartedly if anything. don't like the idea of worship or 'supreme beings' but I'm not exactly into the idea that after death, there's absolutely nothing. So reincarnation suits me."
SEXUALITY , "errrk. Ask me when I'm drunk, mate. I always seem so sure then. The way it is I'm gay with a... physical taste in women."
, wearing three layers of coats and leg warmers !
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HAIR , "oh, it changes like... weather systems. I grow it out long sometimes, only to shave off the sides and bleach it... It's naturally a dark brunette, and it's got this perfect amount of tangible wave that makes it quite ideal for styling... ahem. you did not just hear me go on a rant over hair."
EYES , "They're this nice colour of can't-tell-where-your-iris-ends-and-pupils-begin sort of brown."
HEIGHT/ WEIGHT , "I suppose I'm about average on this front- around five eight and one... fifteen? twenty?"
CLOTHING STYLE ,
"I would call me clothing style.... glam-eccentric. If I had to. I go for all of these strange, strannggeee articles of clothing and... well, to me... they look great. I wear a lot of scarves and hats- oh, I love hats- and sunglasses; I dress up a lot, too. Most nights, though, I just bum around the streets in jeans and a tee, maybe an old zipup if the weather calls for it... Oh, and my dustmask. Can't forget that, with my... hobby. my favourite colours to wear are blue and orange, but not together, silly. I like a lot of dark greyscale clothing with one thing to just pop out at you. like a button on a pocket or something. I... I make a lot of my own clothes because I just feel the need to. I have a lot of free time."
PLAYBY , cole mohr.
, oh i am not quite sleeping !
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LIKES ,
DISLIKES ,
HOPES/DREAMS ,
FEARS ,
SECRETS ,
WEAKNESSES ,
STRENGHTS ,
OVERAL PERSONALITY ,
So. Who I am, who I want to be... Who I appear to be. When you first meet me, I probably just look like that 'indier-than-thou' hipster leaning against a brick wall, smoking a cigarette... sure. Whatever. When, and if, you try to talk to me, I'll probably give you an unnecessarily snide remark, And if you deal with that (I don't blame you for just labeling me an ass and walking away) I... I don't really know, it depends on the person. Once my initial people-guard has failed, it's anyone's guess. So, you see, I don't spend too much time pushing people away... mostly because I don't want them to leave. I just want them to think I do. I want to feel in control, at the very least.
so lets say you're intrigued by my lack of charm. Let's get one thing straight, right now- I am terribly shallow. I'm not going to deny it; looks mean practically everything to me at first. Hell, they do mean everything at first, they're all I have to go off of. Well, anyways. If you're a girl and you're hot, I'll... probably just flirt a lot with you until I can get into those pants of yours. Cute boy... totally different story. All defenses are down for that one. Pretty eyes and soft hair does that to me. I usually just end up all stuttery and I might stop talking to you if we're in public because it's... it's embarrassing, y'know? For me and for you. I've been reduced to a giggly little schoolgirl too many times not to know that it's just best to back away, unless the kid's undeniably gorgeous. then I might hang around the outskirts to... uhm. Watch you. It sounds creepy, it... is... creepy. Yeah.
Okay, so you're not a pretty girl, you're not a pretty boy... You fall right in the middle. depending on your overall rate of annoying, I'll talk to you a bit, then leave, and hey, maybe I'll talk to you again. it takes a few chance meetings- yes, they really are chance unless I'm infatuated with you or something- before I start having interest in you, but have no fear- I'm actually a really easy guy to get along with, even if my actions prove otherwise.
Infatuation. A word I don't like to use often, simply because it's the word that most describes the way I handle things. I become obsessed with one single detail, and I just run with it. This is why I've never been in a relationship with anyone yet- I become obsessed to quickly, it soon becomes too much for the person to handle and they usually just tell me to stay away. Which doesn't work until they get the police involved... Ahem.
Mmm. Temper. My temper isn't really something I'm superbly proud of, but it gets the job done, I suppose. I'm just naturally an aggressive person- we all are, but some of us have submissed to our social codes. I've been known to get angry over the simplest of things, scream and hit and throw things... It's not your fault, really. it isn't. I'm just... terrible.
Which I guess brings me to my final point, the breakdown of Rice. I suppose when it all comes down to it I'm not as sure of myself as I put myself out to be. I don't know who I am. I hide behind the illegal things I do and that cold exterior to hide the fact that I'm lonely and scared. I go out every night and do all these political statements or... whatever, like all I want is liberation of this island, but the thing I want most of for someone to come home to after all that's done. I'm a romantic, I tell you. Look at all this sap.
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, there on the wall in the bedroom creeping !
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MOTHER , My mum's name was... Isobel Sienna. She died when I was nineteen; She had cancer for a very long time, and it was just... her time. I never knew her when I was growing up because I was in a totally different country with my dad for fifteen years, and the four, five years I did get with her weren't all that spectacular. She was seventeen when she had me, a big no-no because she grew up here... I'll get into that later. But from the short amount of time we had together, I grew to love her and we got pretty close.
FATHER , My dad's name is also Ellis Rice, which is why I'm usually just called Rice. I'm not a junior because I have a different middle name, I think- his is Antony- But I come from a long, long line of Ellis Rices. I think there's been... seven or eight in a row, but none of them have been recorded as seconds or thirds or whatnot, and I find that really interesting. He's a photographer, and he travels.... everywhere. So I got to see a lot before I got lopped in here. He's in his mid to late forties, I know that much, but we never talked about age. He was very strange in his belief system, and it just passed on to me.
SIBLINGS , No, no siblings. My dad told me not to be surprised if I had any half-siblings or anything because he... quote unquote 'spread his seed far and wide...' but none yet. Let's just hope nothing luke-and-lea-esque happens, heh.
HOMETOWN , I consider England as a whole to be my hometown, because that's primarily where we stayed when I was young. London, Leeds, Surrey... You know the deal.
PETS , I have six cats! I love cats. I have Mckee and Charlie and Brolli and Mister and Kuli and Savage... I love my cats. More than you. Way, way more than you.
OVERALL HISTORY ,
I think mum was the only one of them that had ever really lived, in that corny movie, heartwarming sense. Even if she was sick, bound to die any day now, she was really very lively; we did a lot together. And she lasted a lot longer than anyone could have imagined- but... She didn't last forever. In September, three years ago, she finally died, leaving all of her possessions to me. Which made a lot of her other, more distant relatives very, very angry- I was just the bastard son to them, you know? I didn't deserve the time of day. And oh, they didn't let me live that down. Still haven't. It makes no sense- They won't let me leave, since I'm a proper adult now and a full-fledged citizen, but they obviously don't want me here. And I don't want to be here, either. So I just spray paint their buildings.[/ul]
, north of savanna we swim in the palisades !
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NAME , hannah
AGE , 16
SEX , female
CONTACT INFO , PMs, please. I'll give you my aim if you want it via PM,
OTHER CHARACTERS , nope.
PASSWORD , uhm.... admin edited? eep.
, there on his shoulder my best friend is bit seven times !
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