Post by Eden Blayne on Feb 22, 2007 18:48:02 GMT 7
You You You
Name/Alias/Nickname: Deborah.
Age: 15.
Gender: Female.
Location: At the end of a rainbow.
The Character
Full Name: Eden Alexander Blayne.
Age: 23 years old.
D.O.B: March 14, 1984.
P.O.B: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
Gender: Male.
Member Group?: Student.
Major: English and Literature: Creative Writing.
Minor: Visual and Performing Arts.
Appearance:
Eden stands at a tall lean 6"2½' (189 cm) frame and weighs about 165 lbs (75 kg). His collar length jet black hair is usually donned in a natural messy looking out of bed style which he doesn't bother styling with any sort of hair product. Behind his black rimmed glasses are a pair of stunningly captivating deep blue-green eyes. Without his glasses, Eden is almost as blind as a bat but doesn't wear contacts as he tends to lose them easily and keeps a pair of spare glasses in case he loses the ones he's wearing. Back in high school, Eden used to be a frequent soccer player and track runner hence his strong and lean muscles and a flat washboard stomach capable of making a girl 'sa-woon'.
Scruffily dressed most of the time, Eden prefers simple yet comfortable attire such as plain tees both long and short sleeved and button down shirts with a random pair of faded Levi's accompanied with a pair of dirty worn out Converses. On his left ear lobe, you can find a silver stud piercing which he'd been forced into doing by his friends back when he was 14 years old. He didn't leave the hole to close as he found it rather appealing and since girls found it... attractive, he decided to leave it as it is. Aside from his intriguing eyes, Eden is blessed with a set of almost perfectly straight pearly whites without the help of braces.
Out of habit, Eden stands with a slightly hunched posture, making him seem shorter than what he really is. At first glance, people may pass him off as the Grim Reaper from the oh so serious and reserved vibe he gives off. Whenever he's in deep concentration or writing, Eden tends to stick his tongue out a little creating a fairly adorable contrast to his cool demeanor. Due to his piano experience, he's obtained long pianist fingers. Sometimes, he can be seen writing an essay homework with one hand and doing some random thing with the other as he is ambidextorous and tends to use it to his advantage.
What Don't They Like About Themselves:
He hates his hands because they remind him of the instrument he was forced into playing. Many people (mostly girls) have complimented him on how elegant and beautiful his hands were but unsurprisingly Eden states how 'elegant' and 'beautiful' made him think he had hands belonging to a woman although that's fairly not true. Besides that, Eden secretly thinks that sometimes he looks like a vampire and it scares the crap out of him whenever he looks at himself in the mirror in the middle of the night with room dimly lit and all. Without his glasses, Eden's as blind as a bat and being the oh so careless guy he is, he can't afford to wear contacts and has to bear with his spectacles which count as a flaw to him seeing how people used to enjoy bullying him by stealing them away from him.
Celebrity: Hayden Christensen.
Personality:
Conservative, introverted, reserved, patient and punctual. Perfectionists.
Obsessive, stubborn, and uptight.
Hobbies/Interests:
- Writing.
- Reading.
Likes:
- Milk tea accompanied with a banana muffin.
- Writing.
- Books.
Dislikes:
- Instrumental music especially the piano.
Flaws:
History:
Eden Alexander Blayne was born in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada to fairly successful and well known Scottish-English pianist, Ivan Samuel Blayne and Mackenzie Sean Blayne, an American-born Canadian playwriter on St. White's Day, March 14th, 1984. His parents met when Mackenzie was on a trip to Scotland to learn about the place for her upcoming play. Ivan at that moment was still an aspiring pianist with big dreams. They'd bump into each other at the hotel
RP Example:
Name/Alias/Nickname: Deborah.
Age: 15.
Gender: Female.
Location: At the end of a rainbow.
The Character
Full Name: Eden Alexander Blayne.
Age: 23 years old.
D.O.B: March 14, 1984.
P.O.B: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
Gender: Male.
Member Group?: Student.
Major: English and Literature: Creative Writing.
Minor: Visual and Performing Arts.
Appearance:
Eden stands at a tall lean 6"2½' (189 cm) frame and weighs about 165 lbs (75 kg). His collar length jet black hair is usually donned in a natural messy looking out of bed style which he doesn't bother styling with any sort of hair product. Behind his black rimmed glasses are a pair of stunningly captivating deep blue-green eyes. Without his glasses, Eden is almost as blind as a bat but doesn't wear contacts as he tends to lose them easily and keeps a pair of spare glasses in case he loses the ones he's wearing. Back in high school, Eden used to be a frequent soccer player and track runner hence his strong and lean muscles and a flat washboard stomach capable of making a girl 'sa-woon'.
Scruffily dressed most of the time, Eden prefers simple yet comfortable attire such as plain tees both long and short sleeved and button down shirts with a random pair of faded Levi's accompanied with a pair of dirty worn out Converses. On his left ear lobe, you can find a silver stud piercing which he'd been forced into doing by his friends back when he was 14 years old. He didn't leave the hole to close as he found it rather appealing and since girls found it... attractive, he decided to leave it as it is. Aside from his intriguing eyes, Eden is blessed with a set of almost perfectly straight pearly whites without the help of braces.
Out of habit, Eden stands with a slightly hunched posture, making him seem shorter than what he really is. At first glance, people may pass him off as the Grim Reaper from the oh so serious and reserved vibe he gives off. Whenever he's in deep concentration or writing, Eden tends to stick his tongue out a little creating a fairly adorable contrast to his cool demeanor. Due to his piano experience, he's obtained long pianist fingers. Sometimes, he can be seen writing an essay homework with one hand and doing some random thing with the other as he is ambidextorous and tends to use it to his advantage.
What Don't They Like About Themselves:
He hates his hands because they remind him of the instrument he was forced into playing. Many people (mostly girls) have complimented him on how elegant and beautiful his hands were but unsurprisingly Eden states how 'elegant' and 'beautiful' made him think he had hands belonging to a woman although that's fairly not true. Besides that, Eden secretly thinks that sometimes he looks like a vampire and it scares the crap out of him whenever he looks at himself in the mirror in the middle of the night with room dimly lit and all. Without his glasses, Eden's as blind as a bat and being the oh so careless guy he is, he can't afford to wear contacts and has to bear with his spectacles which count as a flaw to him seeing how people used to enjoy bullying him by stealing them away from him.
Celebrity: Hayden Christensen.
Personality:
Conservative, introverted, reserved, patient and punctual. Perfectionists.
Obsessive, stubborn, and uptight.
Hobbies/Interests:
- Writing.
- Reading.
Likes:
- Milk tea accompanied with a banana muffin.
- Writing.
- Books.
Dislikes:
- Instrumental music especially the piano.
Flaws:
History:
Eden Alexander Blayne was born in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada to fairly successful and well known Scottish-English pianist, Ivan Samuel Blayne and Mackenzie Sean Blayne, an American-born Canadian playwriter on St. White's Day, March 14th, 1984. His parents met when Mackenzie was on a trip to Scotland to learn about the place for her upcoming play. Ivan at that moment was still an aspiring pianist with big dreams. They'd bump into each other at the hotel
RP Example:
”Oh my goodness,” Banner laughed heartily at what Dylan said, picturing a little dark haired boy staring at the basement door with utmost fear and not daring to move near it. The thought of it was intriguing, really. Slowly regaining her composure, Banner turned to look at him again, wiping a tear from the side of her eye, “Haha, believe it or not, I still tap the heels of my shoes once in a while. I even owned a pair of silver shoes back when I was… 6?” And if she wasn’t mistaken, they’re still hiding in the corner of the closet in her house back home. Although she wouldn’t count on that seeing how Nadia, her sister was so fond of getting rid of her and Victor’s things. She let out a small chuckle just as she noticed that today’s conversation was mainly on one of their favourite childhood books. Pretty random but that’s how they were and she liked it that way. Random and laidback.
She couldn’t help but find herself staring into his deep brown eyes and as much as she wanted to stop and look at something else much less captivating than those chocolate coloured orbs, Banner couldn’t. They seemed much more… vibrant than it was before. Like there was a twinkle in it, with every word he said. Realising that he’d ignored her statement about not wearing enough clothing to face the cold, Banner decided to be the oh so old fashioned nagging mother in her, “I mean it, Dylan!” her voice stern but soothing at the same time, “You could get a cold or something much worst!” Apparently as she said it, Banner had unrealisingly moved a small bit closer to him as if to prove her point.
Another gust of wind blew through, only this time it was smaller and not as cold as it was before seeing as it was afternoon. A group of what seemed like high school students walked pass them. A few of them who were girls looked at her with the hint of envy in their eyes, probably slightly jealous of the fact that Banner could sit here in the cold early spring weather with a noticably gorgeous male being. Not noticing those stolen glances, Banner went on fiddling with her fingers making it seem as though it was a fun game. She hadn’t meant to blurt out the invitation for coffee to him as he seemed like he really wanted to stay there just to work on whatever he was doing with that notebook.
Her stomach fluttered when Dylan suggested getting some, some other day. His other statement only reminded her of how they never needed to plan their outings due to obvious circumstances. Normally, people would quickly assume that even if the both of them were the same age, their relationship would be as bland as plain water but it wasn’t due to one of them not going to school. It’s all shallow and discriminating really. Just because he’d been a dropout from school, people would make it seem as though he was a big sore in the thumb. A thug. Sometimes, Banner even catches herself fending for him whenever a couple of peers in her class commented about him though it never managed to show that she may have feelings for him, “I’d love too,” Banner smiled, “I mean, it would’ve been great if we could have it now, what with the weather and all, but--” she paused, searching for the right words to use. Ending up without the suitable words, Banner nodded at his notebook and shrugged.
“Sleeping? A lot at that?” And for the first time after the day, she was harassed by an unknown man in the supermarket, Banner lifted an eyebrow. Amazing what odd things can do to your muscles, truly, “That’s fascinating, seeing how you prefer late to bed, early to rise,” she rephrased that infamous line most kindergarten teachers would use on their students. Perking up slightly, “It’s a good change though, that way,” she looked at him from the corner of her eye, “You would lose those bags and dark circles,” Banner joked as she lightly poked at the non-existent panda like rings under his eyes.
She couldn’t help but find herself staring into his deep brown eyes and as much as she wanted to stop and look at something else much less captivating than those chocolate coloured orbs, Banner couldn’t. They seemed much more… vibrant than it was before. Like there was a twinkle in it, with every word he said. Realising that he’d ignored her statement about not wearing enough clothing to face the cold, Banner decided to be the oh so old fashioned nagging mother in her, “I mean it, Dylan!” her voice stern but soothing at the same time, “You could get a cold or something much worst!” Apparently as she said it, Banner had unrealisingly moved a small bit closer to him as if to prove her point.
Another gust of wind blew through, only this time it was smaller and not as cold as it was before seeing as it was afternoon. A group of what seemed like high school students walked pass them. A few of them who were girls looked at her with the hint of envy in their eyes, probably slightly jealous of the fact that Banner could sit here in the cold early spring weather with a noticably gorgeous male being. Not noticing those stolen glances, Banner went on fiddling with her fingers making it seem as though it was a fun game. She hadn’t meant to blurt out the invitation for coffee to him as he seemed like he really wanted to stay there just to work on whatever he was doing with that notebook.
Her stomach fluttered when Dylan suggested getting some, some other day. His other statement only reminded her of how they never needed to plan their outings due to obvious circumstances. Normally, people would quickly assume that even if the both of them were the same age, their relationship would be as bland as plain water but it wasn’t due to one of them not going to school. It’s all shallow and discriminating really. Just because he’d been a dropout from school, people would make it seem as though he was a big sore in the thumb. A thug. Sometimes, Banner even catches herself fending for him whenever a couple of peers in her class commented about him though it never managed to show that she may have feelings for him, “I’d love too,” Banner smiled, “I mean, it would’ve been great if we could have it now, what with the weather and all, but--” she paused, searching for the right words to use. Ending up without the suitable words, Banner nodded at his notebook and shrugged.
“Sleeping? A lot at that?” And for the first time after the day, she was harassed by an unknown man in the supermarket, Banner lifted an eyebrow. Amazing what odd things can do to your muscles, truly, “That’s fascinating, seeing how you prefer late to bed, early to rise,” she rephrased that infamous line most kindergarten teachers would use on their students. Perking up slightly, “It’s a good change though, that way,” she looked at him from the corner of her eye, “You would lose those bags and dark circles,” Banner joked as she lightly poked at the non-existent panda like rings under his eyes.