Post by Forrest Clare on Jan 2, 2011 3:00:27 GMT -5
FORREST MIKHAIL CLARE
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
Irish Wolfhound
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
Irish Wolfhound
* SHE WEARS SHORT SKIRTS, I WEAR T-SHIRTS.
ABOUT YOU!
[/font]ABOUT YOU!
* FULL NAME Forrest Mikhail Clare
* NICK NAMES For, Mik
* AGE Twenty-four
* BIRTHDAY February 2
* SEXUALITY Pansexual
* FAVORITE THINGS Swimming, reading, fire, long road trips, camping under the stars, knocking back a drink or two
* LEAST FAVORITE THINGS Getting overheated, long summer days, restrictions, BYOB restaurants, getting cheated
* FEARS Enclosed spaces, open water, deserts
* GOALS Find and maintain a job for more than a month, stay in a committed relationship, travel to Europe, find who turned him
* BIGGEST SECRET Despite assuring the opposite, harbors resentment toward his mother for remarrying after the death of his father; has an alcohol problem; seeks vengeance on the skinwalker who gave him this curse
* WALKIN' THE STREETS WITH YOU
YOUR HISTORY!
[/font]YOUR HISTORY!
* MOTHER Anastasia Marie Dolohov, 50, baker, a devoted mother who longs to see peace in her household once again
* FATHER Marcus Ross Clare, deceased
* STEP-FATHER Frederick William Dolohov, 53, lawyer, a powerful man who commands the obedience of his children and wife
* SIBLINGS
- Karina Rose Dolohov, 18, NYU art student, a starry-eyed girl who seems to see everything with rose-colored glasses
- Joseph Antony Dolohov, 16, a disillusioned teenager who desires to follow in his half-brother's footsteps
* HOMETOWN Born and raised in Manhattan, it was a shock to move Queens when his mother remarried. He never adjusted and never thought highly of his new home.
* WHY CAN'T YOU SEE.
BEHIND THE MASK!
[/font]BEHIND THE MASK!
hey, i'm Luca! i'm currently eighteen years young and living it up in the central timezone. i've been on the scene for too many years, and i'm loving it! you can pm me and we'll chat the night away! oh and by the way, i also play no one yet!
* I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN THAT.
THE SAMPLE!
[/font]THE SAMPLE!
Was this honestly all that was left of his life? He rubbed his eyes and stared blandly across the bar to the door. Perhaps he should go before they bring him another drink. No. No he would rather sit it out. He sighed, shifting on his stool and resting an arm on the bar to prop up his head. Well isn't this grand, Mica? Aren't you just the prettiest sight? Even thinking made his temple throb though and he nursed the empty beer bottle in the crook of his arm.
When had he given up? What moment precisely was it when he decided that caring was too much effort? Did it even matter at this point? He sighed again as he glared at the bartender and made a pointed gesture at his empty bottle.
'Aven't you 'ad enough, sir? The old man said as he approached, wiping off the bar as he went. That's your fifth one tonight an' you only been 'ere since eight.
Mica growled something under his breath and pushed the bottle toward the bartender. Don't think that's any of your business. I can still talk right? Clearly I'm not drunk enough yet. He grunted as he grabbed the fresh drink that was offered to him. It only took him a few minutes to finish yet another beer. He looked at his watch, trying to analyze the small numbers with fading vision. He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped.
Mica. Come on. It's time to go home. A petite female stood at his side, her hand resting against his loose leather jacket.
Caroline I'm fine. His words were obvious lies though as he felt himself standing up and rocking slightly.
Let's go, brother. You've done enough. We've been looking for you. She said as she looked over to the man behind the bar. Put it on his tab. I'll pay it off tomorrow. Sorry for this, Johnny. He swore he was better. She breathed before leading her older brother out of the smoky bar. Congratulations, Mica. You missed another birthday for your kids.
When had he given up? What moment precisely was it when he decided that caring was too much effort? Did it even matter at this point? He sighed again as he glared at the bartender and made a pointed gesture at his empty bottle.
'Aven't you 'ad enough, sir? The old man said as he approached, wiping off the bar as he went. That's your fifth one tonight an' you only been 'ere since eight.
Mica growled something under his breath and pushed the bottle toward the bartender. Don't think that's any of your business. I can still talk right? Clearly I'm not drunk enough yet. He grunted as he grabbed the fresh drink that was offered to him. It only took him a few minutes to finish yet another beer. He looked at his watch, trying to analyze the small numbers with fading vision. He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped.
Mica. Come on. It's time to go home. A petite female stood at his side, her hand resting against his loose leather jacket.
Caroline I'm fine. His words were obvious lies though as he felt himself standing up and rocking slightly.
Let's go, brother. You've done enough. We've been looking for you. She said as she looked over to the man behind the bar. Put it on his tab. I'll pay it off tomorrow. Sorry for this, Johnny. He swore he was better. She breathed before leading her older brother out of the smoky bar. Congratulations, Mica. You missed another birthday for your kids.
* 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
Read more: SKINWALKERSNY.PROBOARDS.COM/INDEX.CGI?BOARD=CREATION&ACTION=DISPLAY&THREAD=1#IXZZ19RJ4GYIO
