Post by Caden J. Miller on Feb 26, 2009 17:56:56 GMT -5
[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]``this is real, this is me
i'm exactly where i'm supposed to be, now
gonna let the light, shine on me
Your Name: Kaitlin!
Your Age: Nineteen!
How Long You Rped?: A long four to five years.
[/center]``Now I've found, who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me
Your Character's Name:Caden James Miller
PB: Alex Pettyfer
Age: Seventeen
Grade In School: Junior
Clique: Jock
Any After School Clubs? none
Personality: This boy is crazy for soccer, he’s a pretty social guy but is often too competitive when it comes to sports. His passion for soccer started when he was old enough to be on a soccer team at age 4, the boy was the nicest soccer player. He’d accidentally knock another down and stop, even if they were on the opposing team, and help them up. But once getting yelled at by his father he stopped being so polite, but still felt bad when he knocked someone over. Today he’s changed in to a very competitive person whom almost always knocks over anyone in his way.
Even outside of soccer Caden is competitive, his favorite class being Physical Education, he always challenged other to other sports (Who can reach the top of the rope first, who can run the mile fastest, who can make the most hoops, ect). Competing against others in classes and always making things a game, a game he can’t stand to lose.
Most of the soccer players on his team are joking kids who like to play with the other teams mind but Caden isn’t, he sets his mind to getting the goal and he’ll make his way anyway he can without useless dribble and psyching others. Even outside of soccer he isn’t a big sarcastic guy, he jokes here and there but it’s mostly dry humor and more down to earth than crazy and random.
Appearance: Standing at five foot eleven, Caden has a charming smile, a smile he uses often to persuade someone. He has blue eyes and blond hair with browns in it, taking his looks from mostly his father whom also stands tall and has a strong face, along with strong, icy eyes. Although, Caden got his light eyes from his mother whom is a soft woman with soft eyes.
Bio: On March 18th, Caden was born at 10:42 P.M in Burlington, New Jersey. He was born with blue eyes and blond hair much like his father but with a similar personality to his mother. His father coached many soccer teams which quickly got Caden’s attention, often filling his head with many game plans and the whole set up of soccer. When Camden was only 4 his father placed him on a soccer team and watched his son work the field every game. Around age 6 his father decided to change locations, moving the family to Maryland closer to his brother. About a year later and Caden’s little sister Madison was born. Caden adored that little girl! He always helped take care of her, and started skipping soccer practices that he was suppose to go with his friends to so that he could see his little sister. When staying the night with their uncle, Madison’s lung ended up giving out on her and she passed away later that night with Caden in the next room. Caden was shattered when he was told, he dropped from soccer for the rest of the year because he felt he had something to do with her death, even if he didn’t. Caden’s father gave him a talk the next year and quickly got him back in to soccer. At the age of 14, only 6 years into staying in Maryland, his parents were having relation issues and eventually divorced over in May that following year, both still live in Maryland but living different lives.
Likes: Soccer, sports, socializing, winning, outdoors, summer days, warm temperature, up-beat music, girls, Chinese food, his little sisters, running, and reading.
Dislikes: Caden doesn’t care for gum, the loud chewing like a cow gets on his nerves and he just can’t stand it, the same with beating pencils on the desk with a beat while he’s trying to test or read even. He doesn’t care for being cut off while speaking, or being topped in soccer.
Goals: He wishes to be a professional soccer player and live a successful life, find the right woman for him and settle down in a nice summer home on the beach.
Fears: He’s afraid one day he’ll lose someone close again, afraid he’ll get hurt and never be able to play soccer again, and fears death it’s self.
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[/font]``Do you know what it's like
To feel so in the dark
To dream about a life
Where you're the shining star
RP Sample:
She waited.
Losses ran higher than the wins as nearly a year passed by. Checkered Vans were now old, broken at the white rubber sole and fraying at a rip near the back. Where there should have been white blocks to counter the black, there was a dingy sort of brown, having been long stained by the elements.
She was different, too.
Hair that was once long had been cut in a ritualistic fashion. Snip by snip long tresses were collected and saved to be donated to some charity as she watched years of her life pass before her eyes. The hair at the end had been with her for years, but it was cleansing to be rid of the past, also. Now those strands that survived just fell into her eyes when she worked on her art because they were no longer enough to warrant a long enough ponytail for her liking or be clipped back without looking ridiculous.
No longer occupied by thoughts of him, the only one that had won and broken her tender heart, she was too absorbed with life to care when they passed one another on campus. It was to be said, on his part, that brown eyes clung to her as long as they could every time. She may have stopped noticing, but apparently, he never did.
Broken paint brushes, heavy bags under her eyes, and a certain disregard for fashion were tell-tale marks that classes were taking their toll on the girl. Hardly a minute passed that allowed her some peace of mind and now she was left with a shell of her true self—a broken piece of her identity.
Such strains were never good on the soul and when one broke from this trancelike state… they fell so far.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Hand lifted to her nose, she pulled back the pale limb to view the same red that was staining the black and white piece she had been working diligently on for hours. Continuous bouts of stress and ignoring the person within had finally revealed the price she was to pay.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
She was to be found by the same hazel eyed girl as before, sitting in the far corner of her bed and canopied by the bunk above in a sort of safe haven. White tissues, some marred with red and others not, dotted the surface of her black comforter that did nothing to live up to its name.
The girl whose story was followed so delicately until now was finally forced to let go of it all. The pain, the emotion and the insane amounts of stress she had bestowed upon herself were now gone.
It was so pure to be so free at last, but also empty because it was a mystery as to what she was going to do with herself now. Her life had been so involved with avoiding problems and keeping busy that when it was all over, she found a gaping hole within herself.
No longer anxious to volunteer at every opportunity that came around, she began to rediscover one of the things she had originally enjoyed so much when she first came to university—the people. So many who were so different that corresponded with the various aspects of her personality.
New friends were there now, an entire group that she had originally ignored because of the heavy life load placed upon her. She was meeting some of the best friends she would ever have now.
And that was when he appeared.
Chance meetings, vague remembrance of being introduced before but now they stuck in one another’s minds.
Geeky?
Yes.
Kind of shy?
Perhaps.
Perfect?
Definitely not.
Perfect for her, however…?
Most certainly.
Now, checkered Vans were replaced by polka dotted rain boots and were offset by a pair of soaked through Chuck’s. The sharp scent of freshly cut grass lingered in the air and the decapitated blades clung to both pairs of shoes as two walked side by side.
Hands were clasped and fingers intertwined, the only hint that the two were more than “just friends” as many would assume. His hand enveloped her smaller one so protectively that it inadvertently revealed just how much he cared about the girl who took him by surprise.
Neither seemed to have been looking for it to happen, but it was quickly revealed that she found him quite attractive. From there it all progressed to a state of timid interest on both parts and eventually a casual relationship so unlike those previous. It was new, both innocent and curious and it worked in a dysfunctional manner.
“Hurry up!”
Bright green eyes were offset and yet complimented by a hazy gray-blue as the two met and a smile broke out on lips slick with cherry balm. Fat droplets of water were making the ends of his hair, brown in color; curl up even more than their usual. This, of course, only served to make a giggle erupt from the more feminine of the duo and she paused in the midst of the rain for him.
“You’re getting soaked through…”
Hands came up (still stained with splotches of paint) and cupped themselves over those forming curls. They attempted to catch the water before it passed through to cause further damage, but the rain was coming down harder than before and hardly a dry spot could be found on either of their person.
Laughter turned to smiles and hands tenderly circled her wrists, bringing her arms down to their sides once more and that same easy attraction flowed between. Lifted onto toes, lips touched briefly before he pulled back, head shaking side to side in a sort of ‘no’.
She knew better than that, but it was always fun to see how much she could get out of him.
“Come on.”
Lips pursed into a pout now, they continued to stand there in the rain, gazing into one another’s eyes (curiously on his part and inquisitive on her own). Head tilted up and then to the side as water fell into her eyes, arms hesitantly found their way around his waist so she could be shielded from the rain, even in such a small manner.
The fabric of his hoodie was cool against her forehead, damp with the water that fell, but the underlying heat radiating from his body was what was most comforting. No, they were not especially affectionate in public, a sarcastic tone taking on their words while others were around, but alone, as they noted, it was sickeningly sweet.
Her face was full of curiosity now and his own of wonder.
“What…?”
“You.”
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It was drizzling now, but on another scene. Not near as cold, a more youthful, vibrant girl burst in through the double doors of her campers hall. Her brown hair was matted down some from the droplets of water that clung to the strands, but she looked no worse for wear than everyone else on campus. A bounce in her step, even though a hefty load of books weighed her down, she managed to get into the campers hall with minimal hassle.
Rain fell heavy against the glass pane that separated one girl from the rest of the world. Each time she breathed through parted lips slicked with cheap Wal-Mart gloss, it would come out as a puff of white against the cold air that surrounded her. She had no desire to seek out a warmer sanctuary than her little sports car because her mind was too occupied with the last words that had been conveyed over the cell phone sitting cozy in the cup holder between the front seats. She didn’t even respond as the sides glowed a vivid blue and it buzzed joyously, vying for her attention.
It had been inevitable from the start of this mismatched romance that it would never last.
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