Post by christoffer kyle mackenzie on May 2, 2009 18:47:19 GMT -5
CHRISTOFFER KYLE MACKENZIE
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NAME Chris
AGE Seventeen
GENDER Male
SEXUALITY Homosexual
ON TOUR WITH Circle Circle Dot Dot
AS THEIR Synthesizer
LOOKS LIKE Kyler Krunk
LIKES
boys
blood
happy dancing
art
pudding
flowers
swimming
dinosaurs
bright colors
writing
music
singing in the shower
being the 'baby'
DISLIKES
roses
girls
the sun
the dark
thunderstorms
never being able to find... THE one
video games
holden from catcher in the rye
sex... it makes him nervous
the lead singer
abuse
alcohol
the paparazzi
FEARS
being alone
someone finding out what he really is
girls wanting relations with him
STRENGTHS
his childish nature
his persuasive ways
his talent of writing lyrics... not just his synthesizer
WEAKNESSES
pretty eyes
strawberries
drummers
GOALS to not be a virgin anymore
to come out of the closet to his brother and other band mate.
SECRETS He's afraid of the dark and thunderstorms
PERSONALITY Christoffer is a very childish young man, seeing the good and fun in every situation. At times, he will act like he's a five year old, but at other times, when he's in the zone, he will be caught being serious. His phobias do consume this little guy, he cries and shakes when a thunderstorm is present or if he's left in the dark. Although he is seventeen, he is still a little boy at heart.
His temper is very rare, you need to do something or say something very wrong or harsh to make him actually lash out. He's just happy-go-lucky all of the time and this usually sets other people off. Another thing to watch out for is the fact that he is homosexual and likes to be a little... friendly at times with other males. If you're gay or not and you're good looking, you'll have a five-three seventeen-year-old on your lap whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
His quick and witty remarks always gets people talking about him. He has quick thoughts and rude remarks to tell people. If they step out of line on something, he won't be afraid to tell them. He also has very strong opinions and likes to voice them, even in the worst of times. He isn't shy, not like his brother. He won't be afraid to say what's on his mind when it pops in there.
Chris can also be described as odd and weird, not like everyone else. Because of his mental state stuck in 5 year old land, Chris is very up beat and random, saying things like "I LIKE PURPLE HIPPOS!" out of no where. This has earned him the title of freak around the place, putting a little shame to the Mackenzie name. He likes to stand up for what he believes in and is protective over his older brother. They have a strong bond, but they are slipping away from each other. Other than these little defaults, Christoffer is an all around good guy who loves to have a good time and be friends with everyone he meets.
Chris really dislikes his parents. They are always fighting and hitting each other. He hates how fake it appears to be on the outside. They seem like one big happy family, but behind those walls lays dark secrets that Chris and his brother can't handle living through any longer. It tears Chris apart to see what is happening to his family and he hates that his parents are not accepting of the way he acts or presents himself at times. He just really wants them to love Chris for Chris.
PARENTS Illizabeth and Jaysin Mackenzie
SIBLINGS ______ ______ MACKENZIE
HOMETOWN Bangor, Maine
OTHER FIGURES Jaykob, 21, cousin... almost like a brother.
HISTORY When Chris was born, Illizabeth and Jaysin weren't too happy about it. His older brother was quite happy with the fact that he now had someone to play with. Chris was a new shiny toy to his brother and they were practically inseparable. Christoffer never had a very normal childhood seeing as he would play with girl toys, play dress up and never play with the other boys in the neighborhood. The Mackenzie's were always one of the wealthiest people in their little town in Maine, but that didn't stop the fact that they weren't a picture perfect family anymore. It seemed that way for years and years, always smiling and laughing, having people over for dinner and parties. They were living the life of luxury, these two boys were... but the family held a terrible secret.
"Get out of my house now Jaysin. We're done. Divorce papers are on the table" Those were the last words that Christoffer and his brother had heard before their father walked out on them and their mother. To others, Jaysin Mackenzie was a fun loving, free spirited man who adored his job and his family. But to his family, the ones that were supposed to love him the most, he was a drunk, an abuser and a man who hated anything that was poor, dirty or out of the norm. Hence the reasons why he disliked Chris so much. Their father had a feeling that Chris was a homosexual, seeing as all Chris would do would be play and do girlie things. Like he was a child. That's the main reason why Chris would gt most of the drunken beatings.
Their mother was a great woman, who was high in society but had problems of her own. She had a shopping and gambling problem. She would waste her paycheck and her husband's paycheck on clothes that she never needed, unnecessary piano lessons for her eldest son, should go to casinos every weekend and blow it all there. The two boys discovered that they had more to offer their parents than just sitting in the background and watching their family fall apart. They had something to offer the world. When Chris's older brother met Metropolis, they had started making music together, just as a keyboard/vocal duo. Chris felt the need to tell his older brother that they needed something more. They needed Chris's talent.
When Metropolis took a listen to some of his best friend and his little brother's keyboard/synthesizer stuff, he gladly accepted Chris into the band. They never really expected their three piece band to get so big, but it did. They were quite content with the outcome of their fame. But what really gets to Chris these days are how true the rumors of him liking men are. He still tries, however, to concentrate on the band. Because that's all he knows now. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if there was no Circle Circle Dot Dot.
NAME Amber
AGE Seventeen
EXPERIENCE Five Years
OTHER CHARACTERS None
THE MAGIC WORD -admin edit-
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE from a deleted site. not my best, but it was the last one I could find. I stopped RPing for a year or so. my average is between 700 - 1000 words usually.
Richie had been thinking. It was very uncommon for Richie to think within the daylight hours, deep thinking I mean. He was thinking about all of the pretty little humans that were seen running around the place. All the handsome male ones that were very attractive. Richie was trying to fight the urge to feed on every single last one of them. Of course, there had to be some left over for Em. There always needed to be some left over for his love. The love that didn't know about his love for her. In a sense, he was glad that she didn't know, but in another, he was very sad that she wasn't feeling the same. He was ecstatic that this was one emotion that could not be toyed with or checked up upon by other vampires. Then, he would be in serious trouble.
The boy needed a place. A lounge. His favorite one was just a couple of doors down. Running a hand through his thick, black hair, the boy turned the handle and walked into it. There was a roaring fire and the room was decorated in beautiful reds of all kind. But this still reminded him of the thirst that he felt for all those humans. He could still smell their sweet aroma. It was everywhere. But not here, not in this room. Humans never dared to come in this room. He smiled half heartedly and sat in a chair a little aways from the fire. He dared not get to close in fear that he might burn.
Richie's skin was as translucent as ever and it was cold to the touch. Colder than a human's or than a vampire who had just fed. Sighing, he started into the fire, not realizing that there had been someone in the room. He hadn't noticed until her mind and her smell registered in his own thoughts. Em, he thought rather than spoke. Her touch was warm and sensual, making unwanted chill run down the poor boy's spine. But she did that to him. Always. "I was just thinking," he said in his hungry voice. It was thick with an accent, his thick and lustful Irish accent. An accent that made any girl fall to their knees. He raised his pale, cold hand and placed it atop hers, grabbing it and bringing it to his soft lips. He placed a kiss on it and rested his cool face against her warm skin. "Who was it this time?" He asked softly again, his voice even more velvety and wanting than ever. He could still smell the boy's blood. He would read her thoughts, but he wasn't in the mood.
