Post by Patrick Stevens on Jun 25, 2008 17:42:54 GMT -5
st.andrew's academy for the arts.
this script took sixteen years to create with
eight headaches but it was all worth it as
the collaboration with Too many people made this fab![/size]
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character info
full name Patrick John Stevens
canon or original? Canon
nick names Pat, Johnny-love
age 16
grade 10
clique Emo
hometown Los Angeles
sexuality Bi-curious
major Drama (acting){music, art, drama or dance, please specify within the category}
looks
height 5'9"
hair Brown
eyes Hazel
distinguishing features Weird eye makeup. some tattoos
play by Ryan Ross
overall • Patrick stands at five nine and has brown hair and hazel eyes. His most distinguishing feature is the fact that he loves to mess around with random stage makeup, normally for the eyes. He has somewhat of a boyish look to him, and has been described to have the face of an angel.
He is normally seen in vintage clothing and has a fascination with the fashion from Moulin Rouge and with the hippy movement.
personality
likes Acting
Singing
writing scripts
boys
girls
Food
dislikes The social norms
The government
The idea of cliques
Fitting within the mold
habits/quirks Singing show tunes when bored
fears Being alone
Not finding "the one"
Falling off the stage
spiders
dreams To be famous
secrets He secretly plays guitar
He just might be gay
overall • Pat can be described as an overall good guy. He loves acting and performing on stage, and adores being in the spotlight. He can be kind and caring, but can also learned the art of deception. He spends his free time writing scripts and memorizing monologues.
He has many theories about the government being out to get him. He hates the idea of how people seem to decide shun others based off of social status.
family history
[/size]Lee-Ann Stevens; 30; Studio Musician
Michael Stevens; 40; Theatre owner
None
Frank; chinchilla
other family
overall Being born into an artistic family, Patrick has always been encouraged to follow the creative part of his mind. The boy was born April first in a hospital in L.A. to two bohemians while his parents were on vacation. Soon after his birth he moved to the French Quarters in New Orleans and spent most of his life there.
After being accepted to St Andrews, he was shipped off to live with his aunt and uncle whom live a lifestyle similar to how he grew up in the south. He visited them in the East Village of NYC every weekend until his parents came over the summer of his sophomore year. at least two quality paragraphs
Other
password{inrules} Burrito
roleplay sample{please put in a quote} From another site
The morning was boring, the night before was sad and dismal, and the young seventh year was a bit homesick. Dressed in a pair of blue jeans with many holes, a black beater, a hoodie with a beaters bat on it, and a small grey kitten sticking out of the pocket, and converse, Ian made his way to the lake in hopes to remind himself a bit of home, no matter how much he should be used to it by now.
This was his first year without being around his brother, and that's what he missed the most. He missed being around his brother and just talking to him about quidditch, but when the up coming politics came into play, that's when all went to hell. And it seemed that one day, they might be on opposite sides of the battle field.
Taking off the hoddie to reveal slightly tanned arms, the boy with dreads sat down on the grass and folded the sweatshirt placing it down beside him. Only if he could get his eight track player to work here. "Guess I need to ask a house mate about charming it," he shrugged.
Laying on his back with hands behind his head, he watched the clouds fly by and tried to make out different shapes as his kitten laid on the boy's stomach. Seeing one that resembled a rabbit, the beater chuckled lightly causing Sunny to sit up slightly. "Look at the cloud Sunny, it looks like a little rabbit," he whispered as he scratched behind his furry companion's ear.
Using his free hand to push aside a stray dread that fell from his cap, he closed his eyes enjoying the rays against his skin. This was far more peaceful than his other times so far here. And he was there to stay if he could help it.
This was his first year without being around his brother, and that's what he missed the most. He missed being around his brother and just talking to him about quidditch, but when the up coming politics came into play, that's when all went to hell. And it seemed that one day, they might be on opposite sides of the battle field.
Taking off the hoddie to reveal slightly tanned arms, the boy with dreads sat down on the grass and folded the sweatshirt placing it down beside him. Only if he could get his eight track player to work here. "Guess I need to ask a house mate about charming it," he shrugged.
Laying on his back with hands behind his head, he watched the clouds fly by and tried to make out different shapes as his kitten laid on the boy's stomach. Seeing one that resembled a rabbit, the beater chuckled lightly causing Sunny to sit up slightly. "Look at the cloud Sunny, it looks like a little rabbit," he whispered as he scratched behind his furry companion's ear.
Using his free hand to push aside a stray dread that fell from his cap, he closed his eyes enjoying the rays against his skin. This was far more peaceful than his other times so far here. And he was there to stay if he could help it.
