Post by travis on Feb 18, 2010 14:15:38 GMT -5
If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well, I guess I'll make my own way
TRAVIS EDGAR CLIFFS
Well, I guess I'll make my own way
TRAVIS EDGAR CLIFFS
I make believe that I impress
That every word, by design, turns a head
I wanna feel reckless, wanna live it up just because
I wanna feel weightless 'cause that would be enough.[/center][/i]
It's a circle, a mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore
[/color][/size][/center]I can't excite you anymore
Name: Juliet.
Age: Fifteen.
Rping experience: 2 years.
Rping level: Moderate to high.
How did you find us: Whitney abducted me to be co-admin.
Where's your gavel, your jury, what's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me, well sentence me to another life
[/size][/color][/size]You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me, well sentence me to another life
Full Name: Travis Edgar Cliffs.
Nickname(s): Trav; Tractor; Eddie; Goon.
Age: Eighteen.
Birthday: November fifth - Guy Fawke's.
Status: Single but crushing.
Sexuality: Straight.
Time spent at Horizon: Two Months.
Canon or Original: Canon.
Group: Student.
Grade: Senior; 12.
Horizon Group: Ridgerunner.
Staff Position: ---.
Don't wanna hear your sad songs, don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault cause you know we're not the same
[/color][/size][/center]When you swear it's all my fault cause you know we're not the same
Hair color: Brown with the occasional blonde highlight.
Eye color: Chocolate brown.
Height: Five foot eleven inches.
Weight: One hundred and twenty pounds.
Build: Tall and slender.
Tattoos and/or piercings: Jack Skellington Tattoo on his arm.
Style: Emo to a certain extent.
Play By: Alex Gaskarth.
The friends who stuck together, we wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good
[/color][/size][/center]But I guess you can't accept that the change is good
Likes [5+]: This guy likes a lot of things, mainly things that are bad for him though; drugs, for instance - he got hooked on these a while back. Alcohol is another thing - also another thing that he got hooked on, around about the same time he got hooked on those drugs. Oh, he does also like things that are good for him, like; apples, drawing, vimto, diet coke (not sure if the last two constitute as 'good for him', but hey! they're better than drugs and alcohol any day - even if they do... rot your teeth, slowly. Strawberry mou-- actually that's more of an obssesion, one in which won't be put. into. detail. Rich tea biscuits, bit soggy if you dunk them in tea for too long - good thing he doesn't like tea! Plastic cutlery, that's an interesting one... psychology; oh yes! Music; of course. One more? Books. Yes, plentiful of books.... don't forget fire.
Dislikes [5+]: Whatever you do DO NOT WAKE HIM UP ON A SUNDAY; he absolutely loathes it. Another thing that he loathes - something that you'll surely get shouted at if you do it - is being disturbed whilst he's reading. He doesn't like it when people tell him what to do (although admittedly; he will listen to Daphne, when she does it). Having things 'explained' to him 'Yeah!? I ALREADY KNOW HOW TO DO IT, FUCKERS!' Like normal people, Travis has a problem with his car, or rather, he'd like to kick it when it doesn't want to start. If, by the off-chance you happen to catch him reading, don't, under any circumstances, call him a nerd - if you'd like your balls to stay in their natural place. On another note; bossy people; these; 'know-it-alls, mary-sues, gary-stus', really get on his nerves - if he had his way, Travis would sanction each and everyone of them. Oh, plasticplasticplastic - hello 'Barbie' of the real world, if you were any more 'prep' you'd be a tissue - not good enough at even the toughest 'customers', buy a cheeseburger... or several. Sometimes his car won't... stop, it'll start fine; it's just the stopping, occasionally and although he does laugh at this and shrug it off as though it doesn't matter, it embarrasses him and he hates it. If it's raining, Travis is on the inside! It's not that he's afraid of getting wet, it's more to do with the fac-- yeah, it's to do with him getting wet, nothing else. He doesn't like being wet, unless it's an intentional wetting... or spontanieous.
Fears [1+]: That this dinosaur-shaped chocolate (if and when he finds it) will eat him before he eats it, rather... irrational that one, don't you think so? Anyway; he also fears that we will all die in 'a big, puffy cloud of ow'; another irrational one, or just plain stupid. Another would be his fear of becoming homeless and having to live on the streets, drinking gutter water and eating yesterday's newspapers. The world running out of brightly colored, neon, material; no socks, no hats (goodness gracious) and no HOODIES. Oh, boo hoo.
Strengths [3+]: Haha, ah, you've got to be kidding me. The only strengths that Travis have aren't even worth listing. There's his ability to analyse people and their emotions. Using those emotions of other people to his advantage. He never gives up; this could be borderline OCD if he wasn't so conceited. Travis likes messing with people's minds - it is, without a doubt, something that he is good at, almost being manipulative, charming, intelligent and... music.
Weaknesses [3+]: At one point, drugs and alcohol were his major weaknesses; now this is only alcohol. Pretty girls, but not slutty or 'prep' ones; they creep him out. His inability to show his own emotions; even those he does very well in getting other people to show theirs. Seeing Daphne upset/angry; for some reason it just really sets him off. If you speak another language; he's easily confused. Actually, he's pretty much easily confused all the time. Chocolate equals HUGE, DINOSAUR-SHAPED weakness. Mm.
Secrets [1+]: One thing, for certain, that he keeps a secret is his year in rehab. Another thing would be his little addiction to the drugs. And, one more would be his love for Daisy, when she had been alive.
Overall personality [at least 2 paragraphs; each 6+ sent.]: If you really want to get to know the person that is called 'Travis' you would first have to find yourself a dictionary and look up the word 'the', once you've found that word, go ahead and find the word 'very', then 'epitome', 'of' - there'd be no need for you to find 'the' again, unless you really want to - 'word', 'weird'. Under 'weird' you should find 'Travis Edgar Cliffs'. If it's not there, trying looking under the word; 'bizzare', or even 'strange'. Once you've got that cleared up, you pretty much know what to expect from Travis.
Not.
He's eccentric in the sense of 'going overboard' and he certainly doesn't know when to stop. His personality needs to be modified to a certain extent whereby he's not floundering around the place with an air of suspicion hanging around him like a vampire cloak. He's a trouble maker, a fighter and someone who will not let down even after he's had his share. Speaking of sharing; he doesn't like doing that with anything, although he would be the type of person to go upto you and steal a couple of your chips or ask to borrow your lighter and not give it back until you get mad at him. Even then he won't give it back; he'll throw it at you instead.
Now, although I mentioned that he's a fighter; Travis doesn't really like the concept of violence, he'd always thought of it as an act of... well, violence and thought it prude, crude, rude and petty. Possibly hence why he gets into a lot of fights. Oh, this might also be due to the fact that he starts most of the fights by provoking and winding up the people he gets into these fights with. When he's in 'the zone' there's no getting him out if, he won't back down, he'll stand his ground and he'll use every ounce of his moral fibre to get the other person(s) to quit before it turns even uglier than what it was beforehand.
Another thing to mention would be the fact that, although he's attractive and can be percieved as a womanizer, he's actually not, funnily enough. No; this is probably mainly due to the fact that Daphne practically had him wrapped around her little finger. Whatever whimsical wish or desire she may have had you could always guarentee that Travis would be there to fulfill this for her, no matter the cost. Could he be a hopeless romantic, secretly!? The answer is yes. Yes, he is.
If you haven't already noticed by now, Travis is a rather complex creature; he studies psychology and is able to analyse people and manipulate them into showing their emotions which he will then use for his own personal gain; kicking the person while they are down. Coward? Concurred.
Travis Edgar Cliffs is nothing more than a hopelessly romantic coward with nothing to live for except his pride, shallow-ness, conceited-ness, bigheaded-ness and whimsical desires of his one, and only, love Daphne (well, until she died). - although, rather admittedly, the boy is fucking good musician, and an arsonist/pyromaniac.
Have you heard his voice!?
You treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir
[/color][/size][/center]Well it's nice to meet you sir
Birthplace: Manhattan, New York.
Hometown: This place right here.
Heritage: British, French, American.
Mother: Absolutely no idea whatsoever.
Father: Timothy Cliffs.
Sibling(s): Only child.
Other important family members: None.
Pet(s): [yeah we allow them]
History [at least 2 paragraphs; 5+ sentences each]: The life of this soggy soul began in a time that was at a place that was somewhere in the middle of Central Park. A union of two rather estranged people who barely knew each other, yet knew everything about the other. They'd only been together seven hours - seven and a half at a push - and already they had drawn, blue prints of each others bodies in their minds. Something was to not be forgotten. For a very long time. The gentleman's name; if you really must know, was Timothy and he was supposed to be the most powerful district attorney in the district (freaking duh). The lady's name was... unimportant, for now. Actually, it was so unimportant that Timothy forget to get her name although and had no clue who she was, note even after she left. To a normal person this could all seem very strange, but it wasn't. At least, to Timothy it wasn't anyway- he was somewhat of a pimp. Laugh if you will!
Yes, well, anyway. For nine months Timothy heard nothing of the woman until one night when his doorbell rang and he opened it and found a note. The woman had had the decency to find out who he was and in the note she had threatened him some. Timothy simply scoffed at her letter and passed it off as indecency. Unfortunately, said woman lived upto her threat and three years later he woke up to find a toddler on his doorstep. Toddler was Travis. Travis was three and he smelled, really bad. Silently cursing the woman, Timothy took Travis into his home and cared for him in the best way possible; even hiring him a private tutor so that he could get his work done in peace and Travis had no need to pester him while he was doing important stuff. This was going to work - he hoped. They moved to Fairview when he was seven.
It did, much to his surprise. Timothy managed to pass Travis off to a private tutor for twelve to fourteen hours a day. They, Travis and the tutor, would often go out; this is when Travis met Daphne and became close friends with her. Then they'd go back home, study, eat, bathe and then go to sleep. (Then Daphne's mother killed herself and everything went downhill from there). This was pretty much the normal routine for Travis, right around until he was thirteen; when he started mainstream school and formed a band with Daphne. He'd fallen in love with her somewhere along those lines but had never really found the courage to do anything about it; he'd rather just sit back and say nothing, not wanting to risk jeapordising this beautiful relationship that they had together. It truly was amazing; he wouldn't swap it for the world. The band was going brilliantly and they were on their way to stardom and fame, money and riches.
Unfortunately though, things took a turn for the worse and one night; after a random jamming session with a couple of his best friends, Travis came home to find out that the love of his life had taken a beating so bad that she'd committed suicide. There had been nothing that the doctors could do to save her life. Well, Travis thought that there could have been, though he didn't voice this opinion, instead he concentrated on trying to get over it; turning to alcohol, drugs and drink driving. His father got annoyed with his constant rut and depressing state; threatening to kick him out of the house if he didn't clean up. Or even send him to rehab. Travis ignored him and fell in with a bunch of older males who wanted to start a band; he agreed and pretty damn soon ASAG! were formed. This was when the fire obssession started up too.
However, after a particularly nasty incident, Travis turn another turn for the worse which sent his father over the edge. Somewhere a picture of Daphne had been posted and he got mad. Buying drugs from the black market and taking them until they were all gone. He was sent to rehab, spent a year there then came back and continued with the alcohol abuse. Travis is never going to forget Daphne, but he hopes one day that he'd be able to find love, somewhere else. Somewhere special. One particularly marvellous fire incident almost got him sent to jail.
I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out
[/color][/size][/center]I best be on my way out
Rp sample [may be from other site; must meet posting requirements]:
* this smoking gun of a mouth of mine,
HAS MANY VICTIMS TO IT'S NAME,
(but this time it was your words that killed me).[/center]
apparently, not even the delicious aroma of hot starbucks coffee was enough fuel to wake jack up from his semi-slumber as he sank dangerously low in the comfortable chair. his head lolling backwards and forwards every so often and his eyes drooping. if anything it was probably adding to the whole 'i'm still tired and need sleep' effect. maybe it would have been better if he had ordered a cup of tea instead - but tea didn't go well with a banananut muffin, in his opinion; though there had been a few other choices of muffins that would have gone perfectly well with a cup of tea. 'morning crunch', 'chocolate chip', 'double chocolate', 'blueberry', and a few others that neither of us can be bothered to list. it wasn't only muffins either, there was loads of other delicious treats that the infamous coffee house had on offer. sandwiches, yoghurts, panini's, cookies, brownies, cakes; you name it in the sweet treat area and starbucks are guarenteed to have at least one version - if not two, or possibly even three versions of it.
jack was fine with his muffin and his coffee.
he was almost completely asleep; in fact he would have been asleep if it hadn't been for a bony finger being prodded roughly against his chest. the name 'kennedy' did not register in his mind, but before he had a chance to make it look like he hadn't just been falling asleep, the finger that had prodded his chest seemed to be attached to a rather attractive woman who was staring at him threateningly - seriously, he could see the venom in his eyes. jack weighed his chances of making a dash for it. whatever he'd done he hadn't done it - not that, that had made any sense at all, but if a woman was prodding him and calling him a name he didn't recognise then he must have done something so terrible that it had warranted a fake name.
or maybe it was simply because of who he was..?
the girl asked if he was wondering who she was. honestly jack didn't give a shit about who she was; he just wanted to grab her and scream in her face for waking him up like this. not that he wasn't already awake... but you know. "excuse me lo--" he never got to finish his sentence before the bloody woman took a seat and leaned across the table to him.
"easy on the goods darlin'." jack shifted his position so that he was sitting up a little more. a long, bony hand reached across the table and pulled the banananut muffin away from this woman. if he was honest, and he usually wasn't, jack found her to be slightly more than a little intimidating to him, a fact he was most certainly not proud of. he wasn't going to show that she was intimidating him either, he was just going to sit there and try to fathom out whether or not he had actually done something, or if she was mistaking him for another person.
he hoped to god that it was the latter. imagine how his mother would feel if she found out that he'd done something terrible and there had been a public display over the whole thing.
the more the girl talked the more jack found it easy to keep up with her about what was going on. and the easier it got for him to make a decision. he hadn't done anything and she was mistaking him for another person. this warranted his next look to her; eyebrows raised and knitted in a disapproving manner; his position shifted some more so that he was almost to the edge of his seat; his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
he was leaning in for her, ready to grab her if necessary.
jack just let her talk whilst his eyes wandered up and down her body. she was pret-- no, 'pretty' would be an understatement; she was hot and not just any old 'hot' she was an eleven point seven on the hotness scale - which put her above gwen. he wouldn't mind getting to know her a little more.
... a lot more.
he was definitely disappointed when she clicked her heels and turned her back on him. though that disappointment definitley disappeared when his eyes found her ass. he stared at her lovely lady hump and ran a hand through his awesome hair. his free hand found his coffee and brought it up to his lips as he continued to stare at the girls ass whilst she walked away. he was doing it discreetly of course, so that no-one would notice; least of all her.
unfortunately for the girl who had just had a go at him because she thought he was 'jim', the real jim was standing a few feet away from where she stopped. a sly grin crossed jack's face as he watched the girl turn back around and come back over to where he was sitting. he had a number of choices.
a) get angry and resentful.
b) get angry and resentful.
or c) shout at her a bit and then tell her she's hot.
it was such a hard decision to make, he was going to need an expert panel of judges to help make the final decision that could change the course of history! okay so maybe not history, but perhaps help put this little misunderstanding to the side and focus on the future? if he was lucky he might even be able to score a date out with the girl and let things progress from there. lord only knows that gwen needed a break from jack; he could be so tiring at him - and no, they hadn't had sex; she was far too young for jack to deflower, he wanted to wait until she was a little older before that happened.
the girl stopped in front of him. jack was still in the same position he had been not too long ago. he let his eyes wander lazily up her body (checking her out... again), before settling on her eyes and locking his gaze with hers.
"well, it's not like you gave me a fucking chance to defend myself, girl. i am but a weary man, tired from his travels and on the understanding that people came into starbucks for coffee not to be yelled at by a strange person who thinks they're someone they are not. you should check your sources - make sure they're reliable - before you ever do something like that again. you ought to be ashamed of yourself, making a scene like that in public. though kudos for having the guts to do it in front of a coffee house full of people at least six years or so older than yourself."
a charming grin wove it's way onto jack's face as he ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back in his chair, stretching out his legs on the floor with his toes pointing towards the ceiling.
"off you go then, on your merry way; go acuse more poor, innocent souls of treachery and don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out." he grinned. satisifed, he took another sip of his coffee and then tore off a piece of his muffin, placing it in his mouth and chewing on it thoughtfully.
girls. they never learn.
(* word count; one two three four xD[/quote]
* tagged; rose!
* status; completed!
* lyrics; heartless at best by new found glory
* outfit; here!
* image & layout; mineallmine, no stealing!
* music; nadaa.
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Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
[/color][/size][/center]Ignorance is your new best friend
