William Blair

[William Blair]

Who You Really Are;
Real Name (nickname): Kayla
Age: 14
How long have you done this? 2 years
How good are you at graphics? terrible =[


Who You Control;
The Easy Stuff;
Full Name: William Blair
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Birthday: May 27th

The Looks;
Celebrity Used: Orlando Bloom
Sample Picture:

General Appearance:
Will is a conventionally good looking guy, but he doesn't like to flaunt his looks at all. He has brown hair and brown eyes, and he's always trying to mix it up with his looks. He sometimes grows his hair out very long, and sometimes cuts it very short, he's even shaved his head before. He likes different looks for different reasons and likes to experiment with the way he looks. He also tries out different styles of facial hair, sometimes he's clean-shaven, sometimes he sports a miniature goatee, and it's usually somewhere in between.

He has a good body that he's pretty happy with. He doesn't really work out excessively, but he likes to run and stay active, so he keeps in shape all the time. He also has a naturally good metabolism, which helps a lot. Will is about 5'11" and he wishes he could hit that 6 foot mark. He just seems to stay right under 6 feet and probably isn't growing much anymore. He doesn't like to wear anything flashy or too preppy, he's mostly a jeans-and-tee-shirt kind of guy.

The Charm;
Fears:
- heights
- ending up alone
- larger guys
Hobbies:
+ guitar
+ reading
+ writing
+ running
+ surfing
Likes:
+ indie rock
+ the ocean
+ beaches
+ ice cream
+ junk food
+ documentaries
Dislikes:
- fights
- working out
- crowded spaces
- stereotypes
- fake girls
- girls who wear a lot of makeup
General Personality:
William is a complete sweetheart. He couldn't hurt a fly, and he has a heart of gold. This seems like it has no downside, but the reality is that his nice personality allows for people to walk all over him sometimes. He isn't one to stand up to someone over any little thing and he certainly isn't one to start drama. He tries to avoid conflict as much as possible, and if he ever got into a fist fight he would walk away at the first chance he got. He's definitely a more passive person, and he generally lets his friends choose what they want to do for the evening.

Along with being a sweet guy, he's a hopeless romantic. Most girls say they want a sensitive, romantic guy, but the sad truth is that it's usually a lie. I mean, it's what they think they want, but it's really not. They want a guy to take charge and boss them around a little so they can defend themselves and argue about it and keep things interesting. Will can't bring that to a relationship. He'd never dream of cheating on a girl, and he lets them make the major decisions for the most part, because his main goal is to keep a girlfriend happy. If William had a dollar for every time a girl had dumped him or turned him down for being "too sweet" or "too nice" or anything of the sort, he'd be able to buy his own apartment and support himself.

The Past;
Birth Place: Cambridge, England
Hometown: Cambridge, England
General History:
William Blair is an orphan. Well, he was. He never knew either of his birth parents. His mother got knocked up as a very young teenager, age fifteen to be exact, and she couldn't keep the child. She didn't want to have an abortion either because it was against her beliefs, and the father of the baby never spoke to her again after he found out that she was pregnant. As soon as Will was born, his birth mother brought him to an orphanage and abandoned him there. He never attempted to find her.

Christina and Patrick Blair are a filthy rich socialite couple from West Beach who both come from long lines of pure blood heritage and lots of old money. They had a fantasy wedding and seemed to be the perfect couple. The only problem came when they decided to try to have a baby. They soon found out that they would never be able to conceive a child together. After a short mourning period, they decided to take action and do something about it. Christina said she always wanted a little British baby, and Patrick fulfilled her every wish as always. They literally hopped on a flight to England on a whim and they traveled the Norfolk, Suffolk, and Essex areas until they found the child they wanted. That child was William Blair.

They brought their six-month-old baby home to West Beach with them and raised him lovingly. Will was blessed to have been picked by such a loving and nurturing family, aside from the fact that they had more money than they knew what to do with. They wanted to spoil their son with everything they could give him, everything he could possibly want, but they taught him good morals and he grew up to be a fine young man. His parents were strict when they raised him, so he was raised to be respectful and polite.

The Relatives;
Adopted Parents


Father's Name: Patrick Blair
Father's Age: 46
Father's Job: CEO of a building company

Mother's Name: Christina Blair
Mother's Age: 45
Mother's Job: Attorney

Siblings: Only Child

Other Family: He never met his birth mother, but she was filed with the name Elizabeth Stanley.
Pets: A puppy named Max

The Conclusion;
Anything Else? nope, I think that's it.
Rp Sample?
As the bus slowly rumbled to a stop on the long gravel driveway into camp, Ryan was startled awake as his body was shoved against the window gently by gravity. He opened his eyes quickly, then began to stretch out his arms and shoulders. He'd been sitting in the same seat on the bus for three hours, and normally he would've spent the whole time being his usual loud, obnoxious, joking self, but the ride had begun at five in the morning, and it was only eight in the morning now. It was abnormally early for Ryan, so he'd slept the entire way. He had fallen asleep almost the instant he sat down in his seat.

The campers around him on the coach bus were also starting to awaken, and it was almost a surreal feeling as Ryan observed the scene around him. Everyone seemed to be in a dream-like state as they woke up and slowly registered that they were here, they were finally home - their home away from home, that is. It was the same scene every year when the bus pulled up, and it was still one of Ryan's favorite feelings, even though this was the seventh time he was experiencing it. He'd been coming to Camp Lohikan longer than most of his friends there, and his parents were the ones who had encouraged all their high school friends to send their kids there with him.

Not only was Ryan surrounded by the people he'd met at camp years ago, but this year he was joined by a few of his closest friends from home, and more than a few girls he had his eye on. This year would be a challenge that Ryan was more than willing to accept, being with so many girls at once and keeping them none the wiser to each other. It was practically his favorite pastime. He certainly didn't enjoy the aftermath when they found out he was sleeping with other girls if they thought otherwise, but Ryan figured it was all give and take anyway.

Joining the line of sleepy campers who were gaining consciousness along with the excitement of finally getting to camp, Ryan slowly filed off the bus with them. He stepped onto the ground of the Grassy Knoll and it all hit him like a powerful gust of wind. He could smell camp, it was a distinctive smell that came home with him and lasted in his clothes and camp sheets for weeks and weeks; it had no other name but 'camp.' It was the smell of the lake, the trees, the fields, the beach, the cabins; the smell of it all blending together and settling comfortably in everyone's belongings to serve as a reminder of their summer memories long after school had begun.

All the campers' luggage was stuffed into the bottom compartment of the coach bus, and as they did every year, all the campers lined up dutifully to retrieve their suitcases from their storage place. Ryan waited patiently for his suitcase to be thrown onto the grass by one of the counselors. He looked around him and recognized nearly every face. This was so much better than being home already, and they'd only just gotten here. His two matching navy blue suitcases landed with a thud, perfectly aligned with each other by chance, only a few feet away from where Ryan stood. He picked them up and lugged them to a clear spot on the grass, away from everyone else's so they wouldn't be confused.

He didn't want to carry them to his cabin just yet though. Everyone was quickly getting into their euphoric state of arrival, and there were plenty of people to say hi to. Ryan stood with his arms folded across his chest and surveyed his surroundings. It was all so familiar. From where he stood in the grassy knoll he could see the rec field, the dining hall, and the very start of both the girls' side and the boys' side of camp, but nothing past the bathrooms on each side. He took a deep breath and let that camp smell fill his nose and lungs; he could feel it settling into his clothes already and he loved every second of it.

[Halley Mitchell]

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