Post by Luke Robert Bentley on Dec 11, 2010 17:55:27 GMT -5
LUCAS ROBERT BENTLEY
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
* SHE WEARS SHORT SKIRTS, I WEAR T-SHIRTS.
ABOUT YOU!
[/font]ABOUT YOU!
* FULL NAME Lucas Bentley
* NICK NAMES Luke
* AGE Twenty Six
* BIRTHDAY July 1, 1984
* FAVORITE THINGS
- Good music (rock),
- cherry-nut ice cream,
- classic literature,
- paintings,
- rain,
- spring,
- dogs,
- scotch
* LEAST FAVORITE THINGS
- Cats,
- winter,
- politics,
- sexism,
- doctors,
- profanity,
- stuck-ups
* FEARS
- Spiders,
- needles,
- thunder,
- cages,
- the dark,
- being alone
* GOALS
- Getting over his shyness,
- finding at least one friend in the world,
- becoming a world-renounced musician.
* BIGGEST SECRET In high school, Luke was the social outcast. No one liked him and he was the one all the bullies went after. He tries his best to conceal this from everyone he meets in life so they don't look down on him as if he is a coward.
* WALKIN' THE STREETS WITH YOU
YOUR HISTORY!
[/font]YOUR HISTORY!
* MOTHER Lisa Tempour, 54, accountant, "I always loved mother, I just couldn't ever understand why she chose the men she chose to marry."
* FATHER David Bentley, 57, out of work, "To say I didn't know him is an overstatement."
* SIBLINGS Terry Tempour, 18, college, "Mother always did like him best... he's nothing but a whiny kid who always gets his way."
* HOMETOWN London,England, "Being completely honest, the people back home were a lot less stuck up and full of themselves...and they knew how to speak proper English."
* WHY CAN'T YOU SEE.
BEHIND THE MASK!
[/font]BEHIND THE MASK!
hey, i'm Brutality! i'm currently 17 years young and living it up in the Central timezone. i've been on the scene for six months, and i'm loving it! you can alycia_pick@live.com and we'll chat the night away! oh and by the way, i also play no one else!
* I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN THAT.
THE SAMPLE!
[/font]THE SAMPLE!
With my head tilted firmly to the side I strode over towards the source of that strange - yet familiar - sound. My beady black eyes locked onto a figure. It was that of a wolf and possibly something more. A look of worry and dismay crept across my features as I noticed there was no other animals with this candid. At first I had assumed an owl or perhaps an eagle had made its perch upon my company's back but from a closer observation I found this to be far from the truth. My mouth parted in a gape, the hinges of my jaw aching from what I assumed to be the wideness of the opening. I couldn't help but stare in wonder and disbelief at this being. I attempted to close my maw, but only partially succeeded. My mouth still hung open but only partially. As a breathed in deeply I could see my breath in the chilly, afternoon air.
I drew closer towards this creature, my gaze sweeping over his every feature. With each step I took I could feel my skin contracting, ripping and opening the previous wounds I had endured, but it was nothing more than a scratch. With my endurance I could handle it easily. I could feel my entire body sway with each step until I got up as close as I could let myself venture.
The wolf-like creature was mostly a pure white color save for the dark, nearly black face. This darker shade covered around his eyes and down his muzzle, touching at the cheek bones and ending at a round shape towards the edges. Upon his back, latched to his shoulder blades, sat magnificent white bird wings, the feathers large and appealing. I had eaten the few birds I had been lucky to catch before but I was positive that this thing was not a bird. After I was satisfied with what I had seen of his appearance and the shock had begun to wear away I noticed his posture and the position that he lay in. He was cowering, his tail tucked neatly between his legs in a show of submission. 'How can something that magnificent looking be acting so submissive?' I asked myself through thought. I placed a light and friendly smile across my maw in an attempt to show him that I meant no harm to him - that is, so long as he didn't mean harm towards me. I blinked a few times and turned my head right ways again, strong aches proceeding to fill from the base of my neck to my shoulder blades from the length of time I had let my blocky skull remain cocked. My right ear flicked uneasily.
"Hello there, friend," I started, my voice loud and almost booming - as a bear's voice naturally is - and appearing to send birds a flight from the tree tops. "There's no need to be hunkered down like that. I mean you no harm."
With that said I took a few steps back and, first sitting down while on all fours, lifted myself up so that I sat at a higher posture. My muscles were relaxed and I tried to make myself seem as nonthreatening as possible so as not to scare off the company. "That is," I continued from where I had previously left off, "So long as you mean no harm towards me." My ears flicked from a nearby squawk. 'Probably just some bird somewhere,' my mind assured me. My gaze shifted lazily to the skies as if in search of the bird. I had no luck. Using my right paw and claws I began to scratch at my already ripped up belly. My black claws scraped against the tough skin and thick fur protecting my stomach. I shifted my gaze back towards this new wolf. "I'm Rowan," I said in an attempt to strike up a conversation. I had always been taught it's polite to announce your own name before asking the name of others. Waiting for anything for an answer I finally ventured forward with the question, "So what's your name?"
My black, beady eyes were locked on him, awaiting his reply. It wasn't a hostile glare, just a simple "I'm interested" type of look. My ears pricked forward in an attempt to show interest. To make it even more obvious I leaned forward and, placing my massive paws up against the hard, tundra ground, pulled myself forward, still sitting on my butt. My eyes glimmered with a hint of curiosity towards this remarkable creature.
I drew closer towards this creature, my gaze sweeping over his every feature. With each step I took I could feel my skin contracting, ripping and opening the previous wounds I had endured, but it was nothing more than a scratch. With my endurance I could handle it easily. I could feel my entire body sway with each step until I got up as close as I could let myself venture.
The wolf-like creature was mostly a pure white color save for the dark, nearly black face. This darker shade covered around his eyes and down his muzzle, touching at the cheek bones and ending at a round shape towards the edges. Upon his back, latched to his shoulder blades, sat magnificent white bird wings, the feathers large and appealing. I had eaten the few birds I had been lucky to catch before but I was positive that this thing was not a bird. After I was satisfied with what I had seen of his appearance and the shock had begun to wear away I noticed his posture and the position that he lay in. He was cowering, his tail tucked neatly between his legs in a show of submission. 'How can something that magnificent looking be acting so submissive?' I asked myself through thought. I placed a light and friendly smile across my maw in an attempt to show him that I meant no harm to him - that is, so long as he didn't mean harm towards me. I blinked a few times and turned my head right ways again, strong aches proceeding to fill from the base of my neck to my shoulder blades from the length of time I had let my blocky skull remain cocked. My right ear flicked uneasily.
"Hello there, friend," I started, my voice loud and almost booming - as a bear's voice naturally is - and appearing to send birds a flight from the tree tops. "There's no need to be hunkered down like that. I mean you no harm."
With that said I took a few steps back and, first sitting down while on all fours, lifted myself up so that I sat at a higher posture. My muscles were relaxed and I tried to make myself seem as nonthreatening as possible so as not to scare off the company. "That is," I continued from where I had previously left off, "So long as you mean no harm towards me." My ears flicked from a nearby squawk. 'Probably just some bird somewhere,' my mind assured me. My gaze shifted lazily to the skies as if in search of the bird. I had no luck. Using my right paw and claws I began to scratch at my already ripped up belly. My black claws scraped against the tough skin and thick fur protecting my stomach. I shifted my gaze back towards this new wolf. "I'm Rowan," I said in an attempt to strike up a conversation. I had always been taught it's polite to announce your own name before asking the name of others. Waiting for anything for an answer I finally ventured forward with the question, "So what's your name?"
My black, beady eyes were locked on him, awaiting his reply. It wasn't a hostile glare, just a simple "I'm interested" type of look. My ears pricked forward in an attempt to show interest. To make it even more obvious I leaned forward and, placing my massive paws up against the hard, tundra ground, pulled myself forward, still sitting on my butt. My eyes glimmered with a hint of curiosity towards this remarkable creature.
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
THE CREDITS!
[/font]THE CREDITS!
so SAM BAM?! of CAUTION 2.0! made this application template,
that was inspired by CARLEE BARLEY?! also of CAUTION,
and sam worked really hard on it, so don't take
this off or she'll send her spork army after you! <3
