Post by Dominic Cooper on Apr 26, 2008 10:53:22 GMT -5
{Things Are Shaping Up To Be Pretty Odd}
Your Name: Elise
Age: 15
Roleplaying Experience: Eh... not much... I think.
Contact Info: PM
How Did You Find Us: adverts at somewhere (Sorreh I forgot)
{Time To Dance}
Full Name: Dominic Michaelangelo Cooper
Nickname: Dom, Dom Dom, Domie, Mickey... Call him anything, he wouldn't care.
Age/ Date of Birth: December 17
Grade: Freshmen
Poster: Teddy Geiger
{Losing The Feeling of Feeling Unique}
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hobbies:
Goals:
Fears:
{Imagine Knowing Me}
Personality: More of a 'go' person, Dom finds it hard to stay put in one place. He always has to do something; join a group, play himself a song, read, write... whatever. He believes that he has to live up to every second of his life, and thankfully, his caffeine addiction helps boost his energy for any activity.
Despite his being 'over here, over there' personality he does not come of as an attention-seeker. In fact, he hates being in the center of attention, which funnily opposes his natural desire to perform.
And speaking of his social interaction, he's naturally good to people... even sweet, according to few. It was the little things he gave importance to: sharing his cup of coffee, a jacket over a could shoulder, a smile here and there, a good morning, good afternoon and goodnight greetings, and the like.
However, his zest for life does not excuse his tolerance for anything he hates. Seeing something that he dislikes would trigger his temper, which flares up every now and then. During the period of his anger, there is a tendency for him to snap at others, turn sarcastic, and over-all irritable. He is also known for taking in criticisms as hard as he could, especially with his music, of which he has already gone far, through thick and thin. Receiving criticisms would lead to his being bitter, and the want to detach himself from the world.
Any Secrets?:
[^] Once fell in love with his best friend...
[^] ... wrote her a lovesong...
[^].... and performed it in front of her without telling her who it was for
Physical Appearance: Dom... well, does not really look that good to stand out in a crowd. He was normal in physical aspect, meaning; average 5'11 height (nothing much to make his hair protrude in a crowd), lean figure, dark mane (which he keeps at a length he calls 'a little bit longer than the norm'), angular jaws holding medium-plump lips almost never curved down, moderately thick eyebrows he has a habit to toy with, and high and definite cheekbones. His eyes were not included because it was not considered 'normal' by everyone. Then again, looking at clear, piercing blue eyes, who would negate that it's his best attribute?
As for style, well, he would wear what any sensible man would wear. Nothing out of the ordinary shirts (some he bought at bargain stores) and his favorite pants. He has a collection for plain tees from the same brand, and three pairs of the same kind of pants. He has lived in them for the past ten years or so, and isn't about to give them up soon. His shoes were his fetish, and if not for them, then Dom would look redundant, dull and boring. He has about a hundred pairs of converse chucks (it's his ultimate collection) and a few more of miscellaneous rubber shoes.
Biography: He first opened his eyes on a cold December 17, to two parents of average wealth. There was nothing extraordinary with his birth, except that the lady who was in labour a few doors away gave birth to twins (That doesn't really count, but he thinks it does).
His sweaty mother's face was the first ever face he saw without feeling scared (the others had white masks and they gave him a hard pat on the buttocks when he did not cry), followed by his father who was too busy to pay attention to him as he was on the phone. It was, unmistakably, a foreshadowing.
Born middle of the family, Dom was never really given much importance as a kid. He usually receives his older brother's hand-me-downs, plays with his younger brother's toys, uses his father's broken guitar, and plays on his mother's untuned piano. Through receiving broken stuff, he learned how to repair it on his own and be smart about it.
He also learned to be independent; No one really noticed him at home, but then, he did not mind. As far as he was concerned, the guitar and the piano were his companions. No more, no less.
His parents soon noticed Dom's inclination to musical instruments. Their reactions were contrasting; his mother approved, while his father started calling him a 'lady' until he stopped playing. But Dom did not. It was up to his father to stop himself from embarrassing the kid; anyway, his efforts were useless.
Speaking of his father; he played a huge role in his life. A thriving businessman, he instilled values on his family that would publicly portray their being 'intellectually perfect'. As such, Dom's older brother, Dexter, was good with math and numbers and counting, in general. His younger brother was good with speeches and talking and relating to the public. His mother was a psychologist's assistant. Where was he to place himself? His passion for music was not accepted by his father.
By the time he was high school, he was unconsciously developing a love for books and writing. This, his father approved, and gave him anything which would build-up his interest in literature. Eventually he did, and music was out of his life once more. But, come his senior year, his uncle gave them a visit and gave Dom his own guitar.
His old passion was light afire once again. He started re-teaching himself to play the guitar, the piano, the violin... anything he could find in their school music room. He played during his stay at school, and remained the writer back home. It was the perfect plan.
But that was before he graduated. After receiving the diploma, his father heard of a prestigious school; Hastings University, which was known for its famous alumni, of which three were good writers. Dom was immediately enrolled, but it was his father who picked the course. Music was out of the picture, but with the extensive and wide range of instruments in the conservatory, I'm sure Dom would do quite well.
{But It's Better If You Do}
Family At Hastings: -
Sexuality: Straight.
Crushing?: HILTON, ------ & JAMESON, Melissa
Best Friend Requests: JAMESON, Melissa
Current Residence: Dorms
Major/Minor: Journalism, minor in English
{Toast The Fine Folks}
RP Sample:
Read the Rules?: Yep ^-^ I think
Other:
Your Name: Elise
Age: 15
Roleplaying Experience: Eh... not much... I think.
Contact Info: PM
How Did You Find Us: adverts at somewhere (Sorreh I forgot)
{Time To Dance}
Full Name: Dominic Michaelangelo Cooper
Nickname: Dom, Dom Dom, Domie, Mickey... Call him anything, he wouldn't care.
Age/ Date of Birth: December 17
Grade: Freshmen
Poster: Teddy Geiger
{Losing The Feeling of Feeling Unique}
Likes:
[%] Chocolate flavored ice creams
[%] Sunshine through the rain
[%] Playing guitar...
[%] ...Piano
[%] ...Drums
[%] ...Violin (you get what I mean)
[%] Writing and Reading
[%] Goofing around
[%] Hyperactive moments
[%] Coffee (Gotta love caffeine)
[%] Poems, especially Limericks
[%] Dogs
[%] Morning Dew
[%] Orange Juice
[%] Perfectly delivered Punch lines
[%] Living life to the fullest
Dislikes:
[=] Annoyingly screeching sounds
[=] Off-key singing
[=] Getting out of his beat
[=] Getting embarrassed
[=] Shrimps (He's allergic)
[=] Cats (don't you find the big staring eyes odd?)
[=] Know-it-alls
[=] Insults
[=] Frowns
[=] Deadlines
[=] Spiders
[=] Vanilla flavored ice creams
[=] Rhetoric questions (since he tends to answer those)
[=] Metallic rock music (///^) \m/
[=] Being forced to not get serious with his music
[=] Ambitious people
Hobbies:
[&] Playing any kind of instruments
[&] Photography
[&] Journalism
[&] Watching sports (He's not really the athletic type)
[&] Music composition
[&] Playing in the streets (You get a few dimes for food as well)
Goals:
[$] Be able to prove to his father that music is also for intellectuals.
[$] Learn a good sport
[$] Be a known musician
[$] Top his class
[$] Earn money with the satisfaction that he is doing what he loves
Fears:
[\\] Arachnids
[\\] Enclosed spaces
[\\] Rejection
[\\] Failure
[\\] Embarrassment
{Imagine Knowing Me}
Personality: More of a 'go' person, Dom finds it hard to stay put in one place. He always has to do something; join a group, play himself a song, read, write... whatever. He believes that he has to live up to every second of his life, and thankfully, his caffeine addiction helps boost his energy for any activity.
Despite his being 'over here, over there' personality he does not come of as an attention-seeker. In fact, he hates being in the center of attention, which funnily opposes his natural desire to perform.
And speaking of his social interaction, he's naturally good to people... even sweet, according to few. It was the little things he gave importance to: sharing his cup of coffee, a jacket over a could shoulder, a smile here and there, a good morning, good afternoon and goodnight greetings, and the like.
However, his zest for life does not excuse his tolerance for anything he hates. Seeing something that he dislikes would trigger his temper, which flares up every now and then. During the period of his anger, there is a tendency for him to snap at others, turn sarcastic, and over-all irritable. He is also known for taking in criticisms as hard as he could, especially with his music, of which he has already gone far, through thick and thin. Receiving criticisms would lead to his being bitter, and the want to detach himself from the world.
Any Secrets?:
[^] Once fell in love with his best friend...
[^] ... wrote her a lovesong...
[^].... and performed it in front of her without telling her who it was for
Physical Appearance: Dom... well, does not really look that good to stand out in a crowd. He was normal in physical aspect, meaning; average 5'11 height (nothing much to make his hair protrude in a crowd), lean figure, dark mane (which he keeps at a length he calls 'a little bit longer than the norm'), angular jaws holding medium-plump lips almost never curved down, moderately thick eyebrows he has a habit to toy with, and high and definite cheekbones. His eyes were not included because it was not considered 'normal' by everyone. Then again, looking at clear, piercing blue eyes, who would negate that it's his best attribute?
As for style, well, he would wear what any sensible man would wear. Nothing out of the ordinary shirts (some he bought at bargain stores) and his favorite pants. He has a collection for plain tees from the same brand, and three pairs of the same kind of pants. He has lived in them for the past ten years or so, and isn't about to give them up soon. His shoes were his fetish, and if not for them, then Dom would look redundant, dull and boring. He has about a hundred pairs of converse chucks (it's his ultimate collection) and a few more of miscellaneous rubber shoes.
Biography: He first opened his eyes on a cold December 17, to two parents of average wealth. There was nothing extraordinary with his birth, except that the lady who was in labour a few doors away gave birth to twins (That doesn't really count, but he thinks it does).
His sweaty mother's face was the first ever face he saw without feeling scared (the others had white masks and they gave him a hard pat on the buttocks when he did not cry), followed by his father who was too busy to pay attention to him as he was on the phone. It was, unmistakably, a foreshadowing.
Born middle of the family, Dom was never really given much importance as a kid. He usually receives his older brother's hand-me-downs, plays with his younger brother's toys, uses his father's broken guitar, and plays on his mother's untuned piano. Through receiving broken stuff, he learned how to repair it on his own and be smart about it.
He also learned to be independent; No one really noticed him at home, but then, he did not mind. As far as he was concerned, the guitar and the piano were his companions. No more, no less.
His parents soon noticed Dom's inclination to musical instruments. Their reactions were contrasting; his mother approved, while his father started calling him a 'lady' until he stopped playing. But Dom did not. It was up to his father to stop himself from embarrassing the kid; anyway, his efforts were useless.
Speaking of his father; he played a huge role in his life. A thriving businessman, he instilled values on his family that would publicly portray their being 'intellectually perfect'. As such, Dom's older brother, Dexter, was good with math and numbers and counting, in general. His younger brother was good with speeches and talking and relating to the public. His mother was a psychologist's assistant. Where was he to place himself? His passion for music was not accepted by his father.
By the time he was high school, he was unconsciously developing a love for books and writing. This, his father approved, and gave him anything which would build-up his interest in literature. Eventually he did, and music was out of his life once more. But, come his senior year, his uncle gave them a visit and gave Dom his own guitar.
His old passion was light afire once again. He started re-teaching himself to play the guitar, the piano, the violin... anything he could find in their school music room. He played during his stay at school, and remained the writer back home. It was the perfect plan.
But that was before he graduated. After receiving the diploma, his father heard of a prestigious school; Hastings University, which was known for its famous alumni, of which three were good writers. Dom was immediately enrolled, but it was his father who picked the course. Music was out of the picture, but with the extensive and wide range of instruments in the conservatory, I'm sure Dom would do quite well.
{But It's Better If You Do}
Family At Hastings: -
Sexuality: Straight.
Crushing?: HILTON, ------ & JAMESON, Melissa
Best Friend Requests: JAMESON, Melissa
Current Residence: Dorms
Major/Minor: Journalism, minor in English
{Toast The Fine Folks}
RP Sample:
A particular note sent chills down his spine. He allowed himself to shiver before leaning back against the wall for support. This particular music had transported him back to when his father was leaving for war, and he remembered trying not to cry as he was appointed man-of-the-house. It was funny how he could still feel regard for the knight who beat the hell out of him. Why shouldn't he? John Schellden stood as a good father for Rolfe... at least for a handful of years.
He listened as the song reached it's climax, and finally, sounded near to its end when it stopped. He suddenly stood up, slightly panting. What happened? Why did she stop? He had a sudden urge to just run in and demand for her to finish, yet found it too inappropriate. Then, it dawned upon him that she might've caught his shadow or something.
Fast dialects were not part of Rolfe's limited knowledge. He had no idea what language that was, only familiar with the word 'Allo' and wasn't even quite confident that it would translate to 'hello'. For all he knew, that 'allo' would be part of another word. Instinctively speaking, though, he knew that it was to him that the words were addressed, and that it asked for him to reveal himself. Suddenly, he found himself in a fight or flight position. Was he going to turn around and leave her to her playing or would he reveal as he figured she wanted him to do.
Stupidly, he found himself pushing the door to reveal himself. One hand was rubbing the back of his neck in an embarrased way, trying not to meet her stare. He found his stomach doing a flip, which nowadays happen, as he would meet women with no one else in company. It was unnerving.
He removed his hand and gave a dignified bow, adding (of course in English); "You played a lovely piece, my lady"
Of course Rolfe being Rolfe, just had to play all modest and courteous. He did have a lot more to say, but judging from her expression, it would be quite hard to bombard her with words.
He listened as the song reached it's climax, and finally, sounded near to its end when it stopped. He suddenly stood up, slightly panting. What happened? Why did she stop? He had a sudden urge to just run in and demand for her to finish, yet found it too inappropriate. Then, it dawned upon him that she might've caught his shadow or something.
Fast dialects were not part of Rolfe's limited knowledge. He had no idea what language that was, only familiar with the word 'Allo' and wasn't even quite confident that it would translate to 'hello'. For all he knew, that 'allo' would be part of another word. Instinctively speaking, though, he knew that it was to him that the words were addressed, and that it asked for him to reveal himself. Suddenly, he found himself in a fight or flight position. Was he going to turn around and leave her to her playing or would he reveal as he figured she wanted him to do.
Stupidly, he found himself pushing the door to reveal himself. One hand was rubbing the back of his neck in an embarrased way, trying not to meet her stare. He found his stomach doing a flip, which nowadays happen, as he would meet women with no one else in company. It was unnerving.
He removed his hand and gave a dignified bow, adding (of course in English); "You played a lovely piece, my lady"
Of course Rolfe being Rolfe, just had to play all modest and courteous. He did have a lot more to say, but judging from her expression, it would be quite hard to bombard her with words.
Read the Rules?: Yep ^-^ I think
Other:
