Post by Michael Pieri on May 14, 2009 16:46:41 GMT -5
Name/Alias: just call me 'Mike'.
Age: infinite
Years Role Playing: about 3-4
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Name: Michael Pieri
Nickname(s): Mike P, Mike
Age: 21
Birthday: September 8, 1988
Height: 5'11
Weight: 150 lbs
Job: Student
Hometown: Blackpool, England
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Appearance(Picture): see signature
PB: Kim Jonghyun
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Mother: Sarah Pieri
Age: 45
Relationship: good
Father: Jason Pieri
Age: 48
Relationship: excellent
Sibling(s): None
Age(s):
Relationship(s):
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Personality (in 3-4 sentences): Michael gives off a loner impression upon first sight. Although after getting to know him one would find him, a loud, outgoing, fun loving person. Although he does get bored easily, he can usually entertain himself to an extent.
History (in 3-4 sentences): Michael was born in Blackpool, England. He grew up like any other kid, go to school go home. Although he always seemed to have a missing spark in his life, which his parents noticed. So, after graduating high school, they bought him an apartment in London, believing there he would find something meaningful, and sent him off there.
Likes (list 10-15):
- Import Cars
- Parties
- Singing
- Dancing
- Movies
- Taking Walks
- Skateboarding
- Music
- His Hair
- Shoes
Dislikes (list 10- 20):
- American Made Cars
- Liars
- Cheaters
- Over-Confident people
- Being Alone
- Being Bored
- Country Music
- Rules
- No Skateboarding Signs
- Bigots
Quirks/Mannerisms: He tends to dance or sing out of nowhere. He says random things that usually spoils moments.
Flaws: He is easily hurt by words. He doesn't like fights, but can manage his own in one.
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Roleplay Samples (at least one paragraph): The sun slowly rose as dawn awakened. The glistening dew drops sparkled in the lush green grass. It was morning. The digital alarm clock radio on Michael's dark brown side table turned on. Michael turned slightly and slapped the top of the alarm clock, turning it off. He swept his legs off the side of the bed and sat up. He ran a hand through his now dyed brown hair and slowly stood.
He staggered over to the bathroom, and stood next the the shower. He turned on the water to a moderately warm temperature, and waited for it to warm up. A minute passed, the water was warmed up and ready. But Michael had fell asleep on the bathroom floor.
It's another Monday.
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