Post by Logan Miller on Aug 8, 2007 18:14:18 GMT -5
Who You Really Are;
Real Name (nickname): Riley
Age: soon to be sixteen.
How long have you done this? two years.
How good are you at graphics? pretty good, I've been doing them for about five years or more.
Who You Control;
The Easy Stuff;
Full Name: Logan Ashton Miller
Age: seventeen
Grade: junior
Birthday: April twenty fourth
The Looks;
Celebrity Used: Mitch Hewer
Sample Picture :
General Appearance:
THELOCKS,,
Logan's hair, for he most part, is quite manageable. It sometimes gets in the way of his vision, but he'd rather have that then to get a buzz cut or something, as he believes that looks ridiculous, and voices this opinion often if anyone with a buzz cut is near. It's a dirty blond color, he doesn't exactly love it and would rather have a different colored hair. He envies his brother for getting brown hair, he once dyed it brown and his mother nearly had a fit, he liked it, but his mum said that if he ever did something like that again she'd shave his hair off. He'd rather it be blond than...well, shiny. Usually his hair dries straight and that's that, but if he goes outside with wet hair it will get slightly curly, personally he doesn't care which he's with, but people say they like him as a blondey better, and to please his fellow peers he dutifully doesn't go outside when his hair is wet. Or tries to anyway.
THEMIRRORS,,
Logan's eyes are a deep brown, and can sometimes appear black, though that usually happens at night if at any time at all. If you look into his eyes they always seem slightly guarded, and it's hard to find traces of emotions there, it's as if he holds it all inside and doesn't let the world or anyone see it, which is exactly true. His old girlfriend once told him that it was like looking into a piece of glass, all you saw back was your reflection. And as much as he builds up blocks, if he's really down or beaten it all comes crashing down and he can't help but let it all show in a tidal wave affect. His eyes always look mischievous, as if he's planning his next little stunt to play on someone, and half the time he is - which is why some people opt not to trust him.
THEMASK,,
His face is in an almost oval shape, his eyes don't really stand out, and the rest of his features are pretty normal and proportioned, which is why at first glance people think he's amazingly good looking. He'd like to say differently though, as if you really looked at him, he just seems well, normal. Of course, he's not ugly, you'd have a hard time arguing that point - but he doesn't exactly stand out in the crowd.
THEMANNEQUIN,,
Logan stands at about 5'8" he's not exactly a giant, and usually looks small around people who are around six feet. Not that he really cares all that much, he doesn't make a big deal out of his height, though he would wish he'd shoot up a couple more inches. Logan is quite skinny, not that he doesn't eat, but he does have a fast metabolism. He has muscle, but it's not exactly noticeable, limbs are lank but that doesn't mean he can't put up a good fight, odds are usually against him and no matter how many times he loses he always goes for it again.
THELOOK,,
He's not really obsessed with his clothes, and half his wardrobe is passed down to him from his older brother. Logan doesn't have a style really, though he does have a partial liking to sweatshirts. His pants are slightly baggy, but not hang off the a,ss style. He says he'd rather commit suicide than wear tight pants, so therefore goes for what he wants. He's not exactly picky, and most of his clothing becomes trashed anyway so he doesn't think it really matters. For shoes, he also doesn't exactly care - as long as it's sneakers. He either has on a pair of vans or converse, whatever is nearest to him when he's getting ready.
The Charm;
Fears:
drowning,,
being forced to play football with a weight lifter,,
homework overload,,
not remembering what happened after a party,,
remembering what happened after a party,,
needles,,
Hobbies:
doing idiot stunts,,
drinking,,
clubbing,,
making up excuses to get off the hook,,
Likes :
strawberries,,
snow,,
popsicles,,
gummy bears,,
summer,,
money,,
giraffes,,
the beach,,
tattoos,,
peeps,,
girls,,
drinking,,
clubbing,,
Dislikes:
rain,,
working,,
school,,
being grounded,,
rain,,
most sports,,
singing,,
uptight people,,
General Personality :
Logan is...well, interesting to say the least. Normally he's extremely carefree - to the point of being dangerous. He'll be the last to leave when the sirens are heard busting a party.He'll take up almost any dare and has done things from licking the gym floor to running across a highway. He is usually dubbed a daredevil, or a rebel - and I guess that's what he is to the group - he provides the entertainment. Not that he really notices, he usually finds fun in trashing the school and getting was,ted. Always fun, but the hango,ver the next day is totally not.
He has a gentler side though, and he doesn't exactly like playing women, he's more of a going steady with a girl than having a fling a night kinda person, and not to say that isn't wrong - but he sometimes gets made fun of for turning down some hot girl at a party. He is usually extremely sweet to whoever he goes out with, and doesn't push anything - people call him whip,ped, but he's generally like that to everyone. He's like a puppy, aiming to please and go to the end of the world to help somebody out.
That's not to say he's a pushover. Logan can become extremely nasty on the flip of a coin, he's very protective of his friends and anyone who he cares about - and doesn't hesitate to throw a fist before thinking things out - not always the best option, but the one he usually goes for. It's kind of obvious that he doesn't think things through - if he gets the idea he goes for it, and almost nothing can stop him. Except for those dam, n cops. He's been in the back of a cruiser one too many times.
He can get kind of obnoxious, especially when he's drunk - annoying is the word people usually use to describe him. And he can be, he can't sit still for too long and usually ends up bugging whoever he's with if he has nothing to do. And that is personified when he's smash,ed. Though the good thing is he's very easily amused, one of his favorite activities is to throw things at peoples heads and pretend the person behind him did it.
In addition to being overprotective, Logan can get quite jealous, nit that he broadcasts it to the world, but if he likes someones and some guy comes onto her, he would very much like to know how it would feel to smash his fist into their jaw. He has a small problem with following the rules, and he usually ends up finagling his way out of serious trouble with sweet talk.
Yeah, he can pretty much talk his way out of anything. Or, on the flip side talk his way in to anything. If he wants to he can turn on a mega watt charm and dazzling smile reserved to get what he wants, from getting out of detention to bumping his grade up higher. This can also come in handy when you seriously need to get into a club and end up becoming friends with the bouncer.
Logan also apparently has this ailment called selective hearing. For some strange reason he can't hear his mother telling him to take out the trash when she's two feet away, but if someones gossiping about him on the far side of the library, he mysteriously hears it all. This can pi,ss some people of to know end. For good reason, it can seriously get annoying when your trying to tell the kid to just pick up a fuc,king pack of cigar,ettes
The Past;[/font] As much as Rosalyn and Carter put on a show for their family or friends, they had a hard time keeping Dennis in check, it didn’t help that Logan, at eight years old, had taken a large liking to him and wanted to do everything that Dennis did. Which included breaking into his fathers liquor cabinet to smuggle out a bottle of gin. His father found him ours later spilling his guts on the floor with a massive hangover the next day. His parents brought down the hammer and sent Dennis of to military school.
Birth Place: San Diego
Hometown: San Diego
General History:
AGE,, NEGATIVE
Once upon a time… there lived a man named Carter Miller. He was a average Joe kind of a person, he had grown up on a farm and had helped his father for the best of his sixteen years. And of course, his dad had thought that he would work on the farm when he was of age. Unfortunately Carter had learned the amazing world of science. It was fascinating to him, and he studied it until he was blue in the face. By the time he was eighteen it came to a shock to his parents when he announced he was going to college to become a Science teacher.
On the other side of the valley… There lived a fair girl by the name of Rosalyn. She was the neighborhood beauty, unfortunately she didn’t seem to have a though in her head. She was somewhat of a daydreamer, and had never wanted to get her hands dirty. She spent her free time brushing her lengths of pale blond hair until it shined almost unnaturally. It was no surprise to her parents that she didn’t want to go to college, and they set of to find her a dashing husband.
And then they meet… Carter, at the time of his twenty first birthday had heard wind that both his parents had died of the flu. Grief stricken he went back to the old farmhouse to discover that he had invested all of his parents savings. Which turned out to be a pretty penny. It was around this time when he bumped into Rosalyn at the neighboring village. To his it was love at first sight, to her he was a decent looking man with a load of money in his pockets. And to her parents he was someone who would look after their daughter and provide for her with his stable job as a professor.
And they lived happily ever after… Around five years later they had settled down in a good sized house, Rosalyn constantly complaining about the weather or the fact that they didn’t have a particular pair of shoes in her size, while Carter gazed on in wonderment, still quite taken with the girl. And then they found out, around a week later, that Rosalyn was pregnant. The girl had pitched quite a fit at this, but her parents had managed to calm her down enough and then a baby was born. On April twenty second little Logan Ashton Miller had come into the world.
AGE,,INFANCY
On one sunny day… Logan had a pretty carefree life, his mother simply left him to do what he wished, which mainly meant crawling around the house and sucking on things. Though on the rare occasion when she would actually spend time with her son, they both had a good time. As much as Rosalyn protested this fact. Of course, he learned to talk, and eventually got up to walking – reeking havoc in their house. Such things as pulling the cloth from the table and jumping on the dog were his favorites.
But there’s always a twist… Around the same time Logan was beginning to walk, Rosalyn’s cousin Mary had passed away, leaving her child to their family. Rosalyn had put up a good fight, insisting they cart it away to an orphanage, though Carter had managed to calm her down – and they hereby adopted four year old Dennis Jacob Alvins to the family.
AGE,,CHILDHOOD
Hidden secrets are always worth a find… Logan grew up in a blur of years, he remembered idolizing Dennis, who always seemed so much bigger and cooler than he was, wishing he could ride his bike that fast, or go on the roller coaster at the theme park. Unfortunately Dennis was a bit…misguided. A fact that Rosalyn despised. Of course, he might not have turned out that way if Rosalyn was a bit nicer, but nonetheless he got into tons of trouble, being brought home by the police in possession of drugs, drinking under age and vandalizing private property.
The perfect little family…
AGE,,TWEEN
And then there were three… He had grown up a good sort of child. Now that his haphazard role model was gone he managed to collect good grades, make friends and have a seemingly normal life. His mother began to calm down a bit, maybe realizing that she should just accept the life she had. Or maybe it was relief that Dennis was gone. Logan for the most part did was he was told, almost never got in trouble and played games with the neighborhood kids.
And they were sealed with a kiss… It was around this time that Logan found his life…well, boring. He managed to finagle his way into a little gang of sorts which did such fun things as throw eggs at passing cars, ring door bells and run away and build shabby looking forts where girls were most definitely not allowed. When he was around thirteen he got his first hint of puppy love. His next door neighbor Leslie Jenkons, who he used to tug the pigtails of was no longer wearing pink fairy costumes, and she had by now grown in her two front teeth, to say the least she was…well, pretty. Long story short he got kicked out of his gang by bringing Leslie into the fort and having a small make out session. Yep, his first kiss was in a dingy little fort with a red haired girl he’d never forget.
AGE,,TEENS
Of course, all good things must come to an end… On his fifteenth birthday they received a letter that the military school where Dennis had attended was closing. After a long discussion between his parents they decided to let him stay in the house. He only had his senior year to go, and then they could rid him from their lives for good, just an unfriendly ghost of a memory. Logan remembered it well, the first time Dennis had walked through the door. Both his ears were pierced and he had at least three tattoos, once again the idolization reappeared within Logan.
Along came a spider… When Logan became sixteen that April, Dennis had let him tag along with his to a party, where Logan had, technically, his second drink. Though he argued that the first didn’t really count. He decided the next day that he loved it – the life Dennis seemed to have. The way that the alcohol they gave him could loosen his tongue and pick up the nerve to talk to the girls surrounding the bomb fire. It was great, and apparently the drinks seemed to make everything he said funny. By the time he was halfway through with sophomore year, the damage was done. He was no longer the sweet little boy their parents had known.
AGE,,NOW
Pack up your bags and memories… Before he got a chance to finish out his school year they had decided to send him to a boarding school – a transfer. They didn’t want another Dennis running around after all. His father went on teaching at his college and his mother did…whatever she wanted. At least she would be happy, Logan decided that she never took a real liking to the kids. And passing through the rest of his sophomore year at his new school old memories seemed a blur, hey – he was here to live and have fun. Why dwell on the past when you can drown it out with beer?
The Relatives;
family:
The fair maiden,,
;;mother
Rosalyn, Abigale, Gareson-Miller
the king in disguise,,
;;father
Carter, Jefferson, Miller
the fake prince,,
;; 'brother'
Dennis, Jacob, Alvins
the faithful servant,,
;;pet
The Conclusion;
Anything Else? no.
Rp Sample?
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Reid was sitting on the couch in his living room, watching his little sister babble on about some new toy she was dying to get, a small smile twisted to his features as he watched McKenzie go into a rapt explanation of it. Ruffling her hair slightly he chuckled at her scowl, watching her stomp off to her room. Biting on his lip he shook his head, standing and stretching his arms above his head. Hearing soft footsteps pad into the room from behind him, he turned, expecting to see McKenzie, but it was his mom.
Surprise flitted across his face in almost a one second span before he tilted his head to the side, watched an odd assortment of emotions cross her features. Finally she spoke, in quite a rush she said, "Reid, why aren't you out with the other children, we don't want to tie you down here, I keep telling your father he makes you work too hard, and McKenzie can play on her own for a bit, why don't you go out and have some actual fun?" She briefed a smile, he barely concealed a scowl.
Forcing a hard smile that immediately melted when he met his moms hopeful gaze, sighing out he dragged fingers through the tangle of his hair before saying, "alright, I'll go out, drink under age and experiment with drugs, oh and while I'm at it I'll also vandalize private property, anything to make you happy." He grinned mischievously as he watched his mom laugh as he ticked off what he would do, "smart ass." She mumbled out, swatting him upside the head lightly and shooing him up the stairs.
Grin was still intricately twisted on his features as he was practically shoved into his room, hands groping around in semi-darkness till he managed to find the switch, sighing out as he dragged a random shirt over his chest, deciding that jeans were fine, he still didn't have any idea were the hell he was going to go. Slipping socked feet into the haphazardly strewn vans by his bed, fingers flickered around until they made contact with something metallic.
Hand curled around the set of keys to his old rusted out ford as he sighed out, glancing in his mirror as he attempted to push down his hair in futile, nothing was going to work unless his mother attacked him with a line of hair products, and that was never a fun thing to have happen. Tromping down the stairs quite noisily he met his father halfway down who eyed him suspiciously, jutting out his chin slightly Reid managed to mumble out a quick "bye," before walking past him, hand closing around the handle of the door.
And then a pink fluffy ball was hurdling at him and clinging suddenly to his leg. He almost punted it across the room but the noted the messy tangles of blond hair mixed with lollipop goo and took it as his little sister in her 'princess outfit.' He laughed out jaggedly, still thrown off by the whole sneak attack thing before gently peeling her arms from around his legs, "uh...what's up McKenzie?" He asked her as his mom rushed in shortly after with a scolding notion held on her lips.
"I don't want you to go, you were sposed to read me Snow White." She pouted, sticking her lower lip out so far he thought she might actually start drooling. Giving her a half-armed hug he said, "I promise I'll read it for you tomorrow, alright McKenzie?" He asked, half hoping she would protest and throw a hissyfit, meaning he would have a reason not to leave. But instead she made an audible, dramatic sigh and ushered him forward.
He gave a tight smile and threw himself out the door into the shockingly cold air, inhaling briefly before he walked blindly to his car, the lighting was only the dim stars covered by hazy clouds, jamming the key into the lock, he thrust the door open even though it gave a protesting squeak. He never got why his dad had picked out the worse car in the whole garage to give him, he was sure he explained it, but Reid had far since given up trying to decode his fathers odd speeches.
Hands gripped the wheel tightly as he rung his mind as to where to go, biting his lip he decided he might as well pick up one of the things he had listed to his mother, shifting the car from park he made his way down the cracked pavement, headlights shining brightly to lead the way until he came upon a neon sign showing off the name of a night club. Parking along the street he unclasped his seatbelt before shoving open the door, having to half push with his shoulder.
Walking across the street littered with an odd assortment of people he managed to flash an id at the burly looking guard who barely glanced at it. The id was, of course, fake. But who really needed to know that? Eyes scanned the dimly lit room as the newest hits pounded out from the dj's booth. Walking up to the fake wood of the counter he managed to yell over the loud music and voices for a beer, he got in shortly after and paid with the wad of money he had shoved in his pocket. Eyes scanned the area as he looked for anything unusual, or anything to pique his interest at least.
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