Post by tyson carter. on Jul 20, 2009 7:14:31 GMT -5
tyson ethan carter.
twenty-five , citizen & arsehole .
twenty-five , citizen & arsehole .
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YOUR NAME flick.[/color] the words flew out before he could stop them. of course, they did. he’d always been better at starting a decent fight rather than patching them up. however, at this rate, if he didn’t shape up he’d never get what he’d just decided he wanted. shame those kind of stupid statements just happened to be programmed into him. he just had to hope that this time at least, he’d gotten the right sister. he could swear that if it weren’t for self awareness, the two van klint twins probably wouldn’t know each other apart either. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/color][/size]
AGE eighteen.
GENDER female.
YEARS ROLEPLAYING six years.
HOW YOU FOUND US i’m in love with nessa and anna.
HOW TO CONTACT YOU pm, on this site or pm for email/msn.
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FULL NAME tyson ethan carter.
NICKNAME ty, t, ethan, eth, carter, brax.
BIRTH DATE september twelve, nineteen eighty-four.
AGE twenty-five years.
GENDER male.
GROUP citizen.
GRADE not applicable.
OCCUPATION businessman / bartender.
HOMETOWN houston, texas.
HERITAGE american.
SEXUALITY heterosexual.
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HAIR COLOR dark brown.
EYE COLOR hazel / light brown.
HEIGHT one hundred and eighty-seven cm.
WEIGHT seventy-nine kg.
BUILD the boy is fit. as in, he looks great but is the athletic type as well. he's well-built and works out three times a week to keep such a shape. some of it does happen to be natural build as well, anyone can see that; particularly on those mornings when father and son so happened to be out running together. tyson still wakes up early every morning and goes for a run. it's a good habit his father forced him into ever since he was a young boy. and don't the girls appreciate it.
FASHION SENSEthe clothes tyson wears are relaxed and cool. on casual days he's simply seen in the usual jeans, t-shirt and jacket. sometimes if he's feeling creative it could be a shirt, jumper and pants combination. for his morning runs its always the tracksuit pants and a fitted t-shirt. for all those occasions that happen to call for a more formal look, he works a corporal look pretty damn well. in fact, somehow the addition of a tie makes tyson look fucking amazing and have you thinking the word sex right there on the stop. his look is clean, classic and gentlemanly. he draws attention wherever he goes without ever being overdone. despite all, he comes across as a charmer and arsehole; you just can't help but fall in lust with him soon enough. regardless of what he chooses however, he always looking fantastic and ready to kill in them. in fact, if looks could kill his could probably wipe out the entire female population.
PORTRAYED BY jensen ackles.
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LIKES video games, sports, running, working out, drinking, having fun, poker, alcohol, action movies, thrillers, money, friends, weapons, guns, motor bikes, extreme sports, the guitar, singing, music, basketball, dancing, his impala, girls, martial arts, boxing, shiny things, cars, technology, money, fast cars.
DISLIKES boredom, sitting around doing nothing, arguments, shouting, brawls, public transport, taxis, bills, wetting wet, religion, his father, being forced into things, flying, small dogs, rodents, ballroom dancing, pink, frills, fluff, glitter.
STRENGTHS bar-hopping, kicking problems in the backside [as long as they’re not his], mucking around, drinking excessively and holding his alcohol, going out for long drives to nowhere, making witty comments, being a fool.
WEAKNESSES apathy, arrogant/overly-confident, too relaxed, not a forward planner, somewhat disorganised, ignorant of his own faults, shies away from any long-term or binding commitment.
GOALS
- to get through life... alive and in one piece
- die happy and in love… perhaps not the later
- have kids... maybe... one day
FEARS needles, dolls, losing everything, the future, growing old, the day he loses his siters.
SECRETS
- is lacking the motivation to continue on.
- really does miss his mother.
- has already fallen for her.
TRAITS charismatic, charming, arsehole, arrogant, self-assured, confident, workaholic, addictive, hot-tempered, assertive, cautious, sarcastic, extroverted, player, protective.
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PARENTSmichael james carter, fifty-six years, retired trade worker now unemployed dropkick.
juliet nicole carter, passed away at forty-nine years, was an artist and fabulous cook.
SIBLINGSleighton marissa carter, twenty-one years, university.
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BULLETED HISTORY
- was born on september twelve.
- little sister was born six years later, mother died in birth.
- went through schooling just like everyone else.
- had his first drink courtesy of a mate’s older brother at thirteen.
- got his first car at sixteen and five months.
- swapped his first car for his chevy impala at eighteen.
- did a business course at university.
- meet her somewhere around then.
- got a decent job and started working his way up the career ladder.
- mother passed away from a heart condition or cancer or something.
- got her pregnant.
- proposed to her two years into their on and off ‘relationship’.
- slept with her best friend after she rejected him and ran away.
- spent six months abroad for work.
- returned to the states.
- relocated to seattle.
- is currently in the process of rediscovering his life.
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ANYTHING ELSE avenue q.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLEsoon after returning from work that day, tyson ethan carter had settled down with a cup of instant coffee and powered up his laptop. as he casually and rather boredly roamed through his daily set of emails, his mind was (of course) on something else, someone else. that someone was the whole reason he’d rushed through his overseas position, did all the work that was required of him and applied for another position in the business central of new york city. it had taken all of a few days for a vacancy for him to fill was found, while the rest of the week was allocated for him to arrange flights, accommodation and the like. but all in all, it took seven days and he was in new york, the anticipation of finding that someone and finally getting back in contact with her caused an excitement that was usually foreign to him. having signed onto his instant messenger service, it was quite the pleasant surprise when he noted that the focus of his somewhat unrequited affections was indeed online at that very moment. of course that kind of ecstasy wasn’t to last very long. to say the very least, things had not ended well at all for the pair. and yet, it was still hard to exactly describe how things would be. the way their relationship just was left everyone around them, as well as they themselves, unclear as to what exactly was going on with the pair. their conversation had started with a fight before getting rather depressing and then finally ending with tyson carter feeling rather speechless. he hadn’t known how else to receive the news but to just sign out.
unfortunately it wasn’t so easy to get the words out of his mind. as his laptop ever so slowly shut itself down, ty sat before it in an almost trace like state. “i may or may not be pregnant.” “what the hell cora?” “did you expect me to put my life on pause for you?” each statement just kept running through his mind. each followed by the single word that stabbed deep ‘pregnant’. at that very moment in time it sounded like one of the dirtiest words in the world. it may as well have been for all he cared. no, he hadn’t thought she’d put her life on hold for him. he certainly hadn’t depraved himself of a warm body to share his bed with on the odd night. and yet... he just couldn’t work out what he had expected. but the idea that someone else had been there for coralyn just didn’t seem right, not in this context anyhow.
after staring at the black screen for a minute more, ty dragged himself out of the chair he’d been lounging in. only barely glancing at the mirror on his way out; tyson grabbed his keys and shoved his mobile phone into his pocket. locking the front door never seemed like such a tedious task as it did then. it were almost like there was a huge amount of space left in his head, as though everything other than that one damned word had been surgically removed from his brain. deciding to take the stairs instead of waiting for the lift, which seemed to move slower than it should have, tyson took the steps two at a time and was a moment away from just sliding down the banisters in his hast to get outside when he reached the ground floor. breezing out onto the street, ty had no freaking idea what he was doing. all that he knew was that he was going to get to the place of which coralyn resided at that very moment. of course he had no speech prepared, no excuse as to why he would even turn up. all he knew was that he was getting into his beloved and entirely reliable sixty-seven chevy impala and was driving in the general direction of the residential houses.
he wasn’t exactly sure how he knew, how he’d found out what her house looked like and what street it approximately existed on. it was a mix of a work colleague mentioning how he’d seen cora looking as fine as ever in new york mixed with a little investigative work on all those socializing websites that existed around the internet these days. so he was a step away from being a stalker, regardless of how he would deny it, but he just hadn’t been able to get her off his mind. no matter how hard he tried and you can believe him when he said that he had tried. he’d even spent a fair two months entirely engrossed with work, far more than he usually was, too busy to pay any mind to the females in his life. of course working excessively hard hadn’t done anything so he’d turned in the entirely other direction. dropping the workload and indulging in the fine things that life had to offer a male in their early twenties such as he. and as the story went, all that hadn’t helped either. there was and probably would not be another female to catch his attention as much as she had; or at the very least, for the rest of her existence. slowing his speed when he approached the road he expected to find the spacious house her father, no doubt, had bought her and her sisters; tyson found himself trying his damn best to work out what the hell he was going to do. how was he meant to make things right? how was he to get what he wanted and get her to want him? he couldn’t quite imagine what was going on in her head... couldn’t imagine how much he’d hurt her.
but as he pulled up to the house that he suspected to be the residence of the van klint sisters, all those thoughts were dropped and all he could think about was seeing her face once again. of course that thought was closely followed by more intimate moments where he’d be able to hold her again, press against her and be consumed by her. just being so close cause him a certain feeling of nostalgia for her. for how her touch felt against him, how her voice sounded, how she smelt, how her body felt against his hands, how there were those moments where they hadn’t any need to say anything at all. slipping out of the car, he almost couldn’t believe what a sentimentalist one girl could turn him into. it was almost depressing the way he’d become. almost too desperate for it to truly be the tyson carter that he fancied himself as. though there was little doubt that some element of his ‘true self’ would shine through in time. and to be honest, he couldn’t work out what would be best to face cora with. perhaps he needed that sweeter self or perhaps he just needed the arsehole. perhaps keeping that comfortable distance away from being husband-like would be what kept her around. everything had worked before he’d proposed. it hadn’t worked in the normal sense of a relationship but it had worked. at the end of the day they’d always come back to each other and that had and should have, at the time, been enough. it was stupid of him to want more than what was. wanting more had brought them here, to the point where she seemed to refuse to touch him with a fifty yard pole or something to that degree.
right then, standing before her door with his finger on the doorbell button tyson decided his purpose for being there. decided that all he wanted was what they had once had. he wanted nothing extra. just wanted the past back. unfortunately there was no ‘stop and think’ button for him to press the moment cora filled the space the opening door left. the look plastered on her face looked more like a woman ready to rip his throat out rather than greet a guest. “god cora. don’t the guys you get with know anything about safety? aren’t you on that damn pill or some shit?”
