Post by Harrion Williams on Dec 17, 2008 17:59:20 GMT -5
ST.SOPHIA ACADEMY.
this script took seventeen years to create with
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"we've got a cracked lens."
[/Color]full name • Harrion Williams
nick names • Harri, Limey.
birthdate • 17th November 1991
age • 17
grade • 11
birthplace •London, England
hometown • New York
sexuality • Straight
"there's a rip in my dress."
[/Color]height • 5 foot 10
weight • 124lb
build • Athletic
hair • Blonde hair
eyes • Dark Green
piercings • None
tattoos • Tribal one from over his ribcage area to just above the hip
distinguishing features • None other then tattoo
play by • only possible, you cannot claim until accepted
"line four makes no sense."
[/Color]likes
• Soccer
• Music
• Social Drinking
• Social Smoking
• Playing guitar
• TV
• Movies
• Sarcasm
• Piano
dislikes
• Small spaces
• Chocolate
• Judgemental people
• Naivety
• Severe stubbornness
strengths
• Soccer
• Quick Memory
• Taking in other people's views and ideas
weaknesses
• Not paying attention
• Sometimes wants people to like him to much
• Occasionally be quite shy
• Has mild OCD
habits/quirks
• Strong English Accent
• Habit of rubbing the back of his neck
• Objects have be straight (cause off his OCD)
fears
• Tight spaces
dreams
• A professional Soccer player or Musician
goals
• Own his own Nightclub or Restaurant
secrets
• His OCD affects him more then he lets off.
overall
• Harrion is simply a young man quite content to go along with the flow, without busying himself too much with the 'cliques' he found in American schools. Because of this fact, Harrion confuses many as he has friends from all over the place. Whilst not classed as 'popular' it would difficult to find a reason to dislike Williams.
• Although he has been known to party a 'little too hard', Harry is a down to earth young man that is still trying to settle in to the American way of life and schooling. However, it is obvious he is quite happy to let things fly past him without leaving any particular mark. He does, however, get mildly annoyed when slang is used as Harrion more often then not doesn't understand it.
• As Harry grew up in England, Soccer (or football as he calls it) is his forte with it coming naturally to him and he tries to play it whenever and wherever he can. He also has the British humour, making him seem quite random in his musings as well as overly-sarcastic.
"but i thought they were dating."
[/size][/Color]mother • Diana Williams, 41, Entrepreneur
father • Michael Williams, 46, Head Chef
siblings • Hannah Williams, 21, University
pets • A dog named 'Cat'.
other family • Grandmother Cass, 78, retired.
overall • Harrion Williams was born on the 17th November, 1991 in the Royal Infirmary in London. Whilst growing up, Harrion played nothing but soccer. Having never been one to play on computer games, Harry took up all his time outside, whether it was rain, snow or even a blizzard. He met new people and made plenty of friends, despite being frequently told not to talk to strangers.
• When Harry turned 9 years old, his Mother bought him his first ever guitar to try and reign him in a little. He played the guitar 24-7 but also managed to continue playing his soccer, making hundreds of wishes at birthdays that someone would combine the two. His first guitar is still in pristine condition, his OCD refusing to allow it to become dirty or scratched.
• At High School, Harry was popular enough to get invited to most of the parties, with his mother and father never having really cared to much where stayed at night. This lead to some very memorable experiences to say the least.
• Michael Williams, Harry's father, suddenly received a job offer as Head Chef for one of the top 5-star restaurant in New York and they moved immediately when Harry was 16. The wage packet from both his mothers successful company and his fathers new job meant they could pay for Harry to easily begin to attend a new boarding school, named St. Sophia Academy.
"this movie is total nuts."
[/Color]other • None...
roleplay sample
Harrion Williams lifted his head up groggily to the sound of a horrific buzzing noise beside his bed. The alarm clock was placed right next to his ear and Harry couldn't fight the groan threatening to spill. Flinging his arm to switch it off, Harry was successful but also knocked it off the side-table at the same time. He grumbled tiredly and reached under the bed to try and pat the carpet in search, sighing into his pillow as he failed to find it.
Lifting his head again, Harry's blonde hair stuck up like he had been electrocuted, his green eyes blinking tiredly to remove the sleep before swivelling his legs off the side of the bed to touch the white carpet of his room.
'White Carpet... bluedy typical.' Harry thought, shaking his head and refusing to look in case of any mess. Eventually finding his alarm clock, Harry stood and made his way over to the mirror to try and make his hair look somewhat human.
Secret word 'Smile' [/font]
