Post by clark michael west on Apr 30, 2009 0:23:41 GMT -5
Clark Michael West
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FULL NAME: Clark Michael West.
NICKNAMES: Just Clark.
AGE: Twenty-two.
BIRTHDATE: February 14, 1988.
GENDER: Boy.
SEXUALITY: Bi-sexual. Prefers females.
OCCUPATION/GROUP: Photographer.
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon.
PLAYBY: Alex Evans.
BODY TYPE: Slim, with a bit of muscle.
HAIR: Thick, straight and shaggy. Black in colour, though naturally a light brown. Goes between the two.
EYES: Startling baby blue. Round, innocent looking and framed with thick lashes.
CLOTHING: Clark typically wears what most people are wearing these days. Skinny jeans, a nice tee shirt and Converse or Vans. He likes to dress it up though, throwing on a blazer over top, or a vest. And he actually strays away from the Converse and Vans...he does like dress shoes sometimes. Even though he's always behind the camera, he enjoys dressing up like he's in front of it.
LIKES: Photography, girls, guys, music, reading, scary movies, math, playing guitar, thunder storms, sun, walking, running.
DISLIKES: Snow, bullies, being so shy, out of control parties, drugs, health class.
HABITS: Flipping his hair. Playing with his snake bites.
STRENGTHS: Photography. Running.
WEAKNESSES: Flirting. Large crowds.
SECRETS: Hasen't lost his virginity.
FEARS: Large crowds. Abandonment.
PERSONALITY: Clark is shy. Which is really...the only way to put it. Large crowds tend to make him nervous, as he doesn't really know what to do when he's in one. He's able to talk to people...he's not a complete freak, but when there's new people around, he shuts up. Just standing there, not really saying anything. Just smiling kind of awkwardly. When he gets behind the camera though...it's a whole different story. He's able to talk to the model, make jokes, be a normal guy. But then when he leaves the camera behind...different story. Once you get to know him, he's quite funny. In an awkward and cute way.
MOTHER: Veronica West, retired model now writes for a gossip magazine.
FATHER: Unknown.
SIBLINGS: Kaitlynn West, 17.
PETS: Eddie, boston terrier.
HISTORY:
BIRTH
Clark was born on February 14th in New York City. Yes, he was a Valentine's Baby. But he wasn't exactly a gift to his mom...considering Clark had ruined her modeling career. His father was no where to be found. Just another one night stand in Veronica West's life that had unfortunately ended in a pregnancy. Clark wasn't neglected as a child though, his mother loved him. Mostly because babies were 'in fashion' at the time. Since her modeling career had brought in quite a bit of money, they two lived in a large apartment, just a five minute walk from Central Park in Manhattan.
CHILDHOOD
As the years progressed and it became more and more obvious that Veronica's career was lost, she started writing. Not books...but gossip coloums. She lived for gossip. Breathed it. Loved it. And even though Clark was young, just starting his first year of kindergarten, he was slightly embarrassed of his mom. And then, when Clark was five, his baby sister Kaitlynn came along. Another product of yet another one night stand. Veronica wasn't the best mom...but at least she had the money to give them food, clothes, and a great apartment in NYC. At school, Clark wasn't the most talkative boy, which did annoy his mom. She wanted her son to be popular! But alas, that was not the case with Clark. He was just...too shy.
TEENAGE YEARS
Once he hit the teenage years, Clark had found his passion. Photography. He just picked up his mom's camera one day and started snapping. And there he had it...a wonderful talent. Taking pictures was the one time Clark didn't act all shy. It brought him out of his shell. His mom actually took five minutes away from writing about gossip to realize her son had talent...and decided he belonged in L.A, where he could photograph all the glitz and glamour. So the family packed up and moved when he was seventeen. Clark was kind of happy to leave New York. He had thought it was too busy. Then he got to L.A. Wow. That was crazy too. But in time, he fit in. Even though he pretty much never parties, and he's incredibly shy around everyone, except for his friends. But he's now a fairly famous photographer!
YOUR NAME: Madi
YOUR AGE: 15
EXPERIENCE: About 3 months.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Upon looking at her, and exchanging a few words...Benjamin thought this girl was fairly normal. Sure, she was a bit outgoing, considering she had approached a complete stranger. But it was better than a shy person. Shy people annoyed Benji. But maybe his idea of her would change soon...Benji didn't know. All he knew right now, was that she was hot...yet he didn't want to sleep with her, which was extremely weird.
Benjamin saw her looking aorund once he spoke, not knowing where that accent had come from, causing the boy to chuckle. The few people he had met in this town in the past two weeks, which had mostly been old, boring people, had all been fairly surprised at his accent. Didn't he look Irish? Actually...probably not. Because a lot of the people he had known back in Ireland had had red hair, pale skin and freckles. Sure, Benji had the pale skin...but neither the red hair or freckles. Thank god. He would probably look horrible if he looked like that. But to him, he did look a bit Irish, so it kind of annoyed him when people were taken back by his accent.
"Um, thank you?" He said, chuckling slightly. So he reminded her of a dog? Interesting. Another chuckle passed the boys lips when the girl giggled. It was loud...and quite like a three year old. But he liked it. Liked her. As a friend though, of course. Which was seriously weirding him out. Maybe Benji was overcoming his little 'addiction'! That would be good, he could get back to Ireland quickly. Even though...there was that little problem with the doctors thinking he had anorexia. Which Benji found insane. "Nice to meet you." He said, pulling himself out of his thoughts, watching her swing, before pushing off from the ground with his own feet, going much higher than Holly was. Benjamin really loved swings.
Oh god...he could tell Holly liked him. She was definitely flirting with him. Which, well...didn't surprise him. Most girls did like him. But he didn't like her. So maybe...he should act like he was gay! He close, what with being bi. Even though he liked girls more...but still. Or he could tell her that he had a girlfriend back in Ireland. Or just...play it out, see what happens. Who knows, maybe he could become attracted to her once he got to know her. "That'd be nice." Benjamin told her, a small smile on his face. "Maybe you could start with showing me back to my apartment? I've kind of lost it." He chuckled. Now, to most...that would be an invitation to go back and have sex...but this time, it wasn't.
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