Post by Sean Cameron on Aug 19, 2009 17:34:38 GMT -8
*SeanMichaelCameron!
}.When you take a life, to save a life. Was it the right thing to do?.~
}.When you take a life, to save a life. Was it the right thing to do?.~
*whoyoucontrol!
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full name: Sean Michael Cameron
nicknames: Sean, cam
gender: he
age: 19
birthdate: June 4th 1993
sign: Gemini
grade: junior
canon or original: original
*lookscankill!
hair: it i'nt much. My hairs kinda short,dirty blond and usually all over the place and stickin up. so i usually wear a hat over it.
eyes: My eyes are pure baby blue. i think they make me look like a woos but whatever.
nose: its my nose dude, what do i care bout it?
lips: i use em to whistle, talk and kiss haha. the end
complexion: I'm usually really pale in the face and i always have a heck of a farmers tan. pimples and acne suck.
body: I got 6 pack abs. and im fit as a fiddle but then again i gotta be the life i've lived.
distinguishing features: I always wear hats. I have two big scars across my back from an accident when i was little. I got a real thick neck and im really short.
style: unless i'm out riding I wear a t-shirt or one of them muscle shirts. baggy pants. skate sneakers. and usually a sweatshirt.. think gangster only not as pathetic.
played by: Daniel clark
*removethatmask!
likes:
?Cars
?Horses
?Guns
?Knives
?Fighting
?Art
?Eating out
?Running
?Working Out
?Guitar
?Drums
?Carpentry
dislikes:
?Liars
?Lawyers
?Bikes
?Locks
?Cheaters
?Lazyness
?Animal Abuse
?Politics
?Cameras
?Money
strengths: at least five
weaknesses: at least five
fears:
?Getting Caught
?Losing anyone close
?drama
?enemies
goals: at least 3
secrets:
?Almost been killed more than once
?Saved someones life but accidentally killed someone else in the process
?He has no more family
?Wants to be something more but cant
?Has terrible anger issues at times
?Knows more than he should about a few things
general personality: Aiight so, i guess I'm kinda one of those rough tough kinds of people. I've got that sort of bad ass, don't mess with me air about me.
*homesweethome!
mother: Maria • 43 • deceased
father: John • 47 • deceased
siblings: Tracker • 27 • deceased
pets: Burn Notice • 7 • Equine
hometown:
*waybackwhen!
history: Sean is a troubled teen with a violent past. He was expelled from his first high school for involvement in a fight with bad consequences, and despite his best efforts to be normal, he often has flares of anger that get him into trouble again. For about 5 years he was living with his older brother Tracker in a run-down apartment above and active stable, odd but true. Sean and Tracker would help out with keeping the stables clean but because Sean had an excellent history of experienced riding he was asked to help with excersising, training, and competing with a good amount of the horses there. But his brother decided to move out one day and left Sean alone.
About three months later Sean found out that his brother had been killed in a car accident. Sean also wants desperately to have the material things that others have, but that he knows he will never be able to get. Sean started a criminal life after he was focred to leave the stable and find somewhere else to live and he began to associate himself with a kid name Jay Hogart in his old hometown, Jay let Sean move in with him for a while. Sean got another job at a "dude ranch" and earned enough money to buy an apartmant for himself.
Sean moved to Wasaga Beach in an attempt to cope with, among other stresses, the fact that he accidentally took A kid's life while trying to save one of his friend's lives. He abruptly ended any friendships he had by moving out of the state and away from everyone. He was arrested and served a brief time in jail for manslaughter charges brought on after he trampled a man while street racing one of his friends' horses against a guy named Peter. When released he continued his training for the state finals for the hunter/jumper classes that he had begun while in Wasaga.
He gets expelled from the riding school when Peter plants drugs in his tack bin. He currently is looking to possibly works as a mechanic at a shop or open up his own that might be hooked on to a stable or small barn to house his horse burn notice and is planning to join the military.
*talenttospare!
roleplay sample: What happens to someone when everything they have ever loved. Ever known slowly begins to dissapear? What happens to us when the things we have always held most dear to our hearts is torn away never to be given back? SOmetimes you can't stand the loss and you begin to rot away, not pysically but mentally and in your heart. You remeber all the wondefull times and all the hard times. You remember the times when you were afraid of losing something so very important to you you think you would just DIe if it was taken away, the times when you were so excited about getting somthing that you nearly wet your pants just thinking about it. then there are the times when you cried your eyes out over what seems to be the worst dissaster of your life, only to look back at it later and realize that it was really nothing that bad. And then come the times when it really was that bad, when you feel like even the world herself is holding her breath waiting for something to happen, and you just sit in a corner and sry and cry. Those times are times when you need someone to lean on, but what if you don't have that person. Suddenly you are brought back form all those memories and you find yourself seemmingly alone in the world. You look around for someone to hug and comfort you, but you find none. What then?
Then again some people just hold their breath blink a few times and then walk away. Away from their troubles, away from the past, away from the sadness. They leave it behind like a dying or maybe even dead memory left to float in the clouds of our lives forevermore. And then there are those that decide to run. Run from the truth, from the sadness, from the challenge of a true life. They run from their past thinking they will be able to get away but don't realize that all they are doing is prolonging the pain. And then, after all, there are always the ones that can stand that pain. They can have it engulf them, in pain, sadness, loss, and overall suffering. They can lose all they have ever known and love and still be able to go on with their lives.
Stengarde, she used to think of herself as a strong and powerful dog, with dreams, and a path to greatness. She had been born into a harsh world, in the midst of a war. Her mother was an alpha in the land, left alone to control a pack of bloodthirsty warriors in a large and overpupolated human city. Her father had fled in an attempt to save his own life, forgetting about the family he was leaving behind. From that moment on Stengarde had known she was going to have trouble fitting in with the pack. She grew up, the only female, besides her mother, in a litter of 12. She had grown to be such a tomboy, she had grown a tolerance for any fighting and any blows made to her beautiful body. Her fur was fluffy and delicate and groomed to perfection, and she always seemed to be shining like a true star. She was now a nearly full grown teenage dog that had lost her mother. Her mother had been killed in a fight 3 years ago. So, Stengarde left her masculine based family behind and set off to explore the world. Lost. Love. Family. Security. Soon she began to feel very lonely, she howled at night and cried herself to sleep on most. She had found that sometimes in her sleep she would call out fot her lost family and loves.
Over time she had grown to the shell she was now. Hidden in her own protective little castle, not letting love in, not letting love nor even hope out. She was on her own in her eyes. She was just another dog in the world, nothing more, nothing less. She was just there. And as she walked along the streets she looked back on those horrid days. From time to time looking at her own pathetic reflection in the scattered puddles.
*thepuppetmaster!
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name: Denver. On here is SEan, Maxxie or Carolina Wiine
age: 16
years of roleplaying: i think 5-6
password: saddleup!!
*this lovely plot page was made by canter of white pages. steal and die.
