Post by Zane Adair on Feb 22, 2008 15:11:50 GMT -6
*The name is Zane Adair
*Blew out 19 candles
*Is a gorgeous male
Personality [2-3 paragraphs]
Zane is the type of person who knows what he wants and gets it. He is a natural leader and isn't afraid of a fight. He says what he wants and doesn't take crap from no one. Being here, he thinks everyone is stuck up and is a huge mansleeper.. seriously. Zane is naturally competitive and a bit of a smartass although is partial to the whole horse thing.
Despite being a jerk, he can easily get dates in a heartbeat and if he's with somebody and finds someone better looking, he'll ditch the one he's with to hook up with the hotter one. Zane can be really obnoxious and loud and has a quick mind. Most guys despise him because of his looks and how self centered he can be but really, he's a pretty rad person once you get past the whoring issues.
Zane can be really rude if provoked and is easily tempered. He knows every four letter word imaginable and then some and won't hesitate to use many, or all, of them to express his discontent. He loves a good party and would never say no to a cigarette or a joint. Some see him as a bad influence but he just wants to live life the ways he sees fit. Plain and simple.
Appearance [2-3 paragraphs]
The.Eyes.
Zane has intense brown eyes that are always glittering with mischief. These eyes are the ones that usually get him in trouble as they have a couple emotions; flaring with anger, sparkling with laughter or glittering with mischief. His deep eyes are one of the looks that add to his already great looking face. They seem to pull people into them and manage to get them lost in their deepness. They tend to be looking through people and reading them as plainly as a book. Eyes are the windows to the soul and with Zane, this is almost true; almost.
The.Hair.
Dark brown, almost black, hair lies straight and short on his head although can be seen ruffled by the breeze or by someone else as a girl is usually always on his arm. Zane takes time with his hair although at the end of the day, it's managed to take on the frumpled but always good looking appearance which doesn't really bother him at all. His hair is the definition of 'sex hair' if any and of which is almost usually the case. What can he say, girls adore him.
The.Body.
Zane's torso is contained of muscle and skin, literally. He isn't a body builder but has a definate low fat percentage. His toned stomach or should I say, ripped stomach holds a six pack and comfortably muscled arms are used as a security blanket for the girls. They love the comfort they get from being held in tough arms and Zane has just that. He take liberty in his body and knows that he looks good as well. That's why he sort of flaunts what he's got and doesnt hesitate to put in words about his body. He takes pride in what he has and no one can tell him otherwise because he knows for a fact that they'd be lying.
Riding History [1-2 paragraphs]
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Desired Riding Level [Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced]-
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Discipline
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Overall History [1-2 paragraphs]
Zane was born in Toronto, Ontario to a wealthy family of two. He was his mother's pride of joy and his father's dream come true. His family wasn't too protective of their little boy although taught him everything they knew. He was enrolled in Mui Tai when he was just ten years old and was taught to defend himself. Despite being competitive, Zane didn't feel like going in the fighting competitions despite the pressure from his dad. He got his first girlfriend when he was only twelve years old and this lasted for about a year before his parents found out and told him he was too young for a commitment like that. That year was when his little brother Nexus was born. Zane went from star child to second rate big brother. This caused a little trouble when he reached the age of fifteen and when his brother was just four years old.
Zane had gone from adored over to being bossed around by his parents. He had a break down and decided to try everything; drinking, smoking, drugs, and parties. He lost his virginity when he was two months from being sixteen by some random at a party. He then went from party to party and then decided to get a rush from stealing. The kicker was, Zane was a very artful stealer and hadn't gotten caught until the day of his seventeenth birthday. He made a mistake of stealing an undercover cop's purse and taking a thousand dollars from his parent's bank account. Devastated, his parents bailed him out of jail only for Zane to be caught smoking underage. Back in the slammer. Having enough, they had a trial that lasted until he turned eighteen and was lucky; it was either jail for quite some time or Berlington to work for him to sort out his problems. Zane chose Berlington. It was here, that he admitted he had a stealing problem although knew he could stop at any time. He was drunk 90% of the time he stole anyways. The alcohol had been his refuge from the pain at home for being second rate to a twelve year old.
How'd you find us?
Referral by a friend
Rules Password
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RP Sample [1 good paragraph//Don't need another one, if you have another character]
Zane listened intently, nodding occasionally as his eyes almost saw through the girl infront of him. Some people didn't like talking to Zane because of that effect they felt when he looked at them. They described it as if he could see through the barricades they put up to protect themselves and through to the real them: which could be scary if you've been living like that your whole life.
His mouth moved into a half smile as he looked upon her; the beer in one hand and cigarette in the other making her even more attractive than before. It was as if the cigarette and alcohol were privledged to even be in her hands. When she asked him about his past he gave a shrug as well. Where to begin; the start would be nice. He glanced behind himself into the shadows and narrowed his eyes to try and see past the inky black that surrounded the near patch of growth that was by the road. Turning back to Zoli his voice then broke the silence that had been pressing upon them.
Well I'd been the only child of pretty wealthy parents and had been spoiled I guess although I wouldn't call it that. Then came my brother. I wasn't in the spotlight anymore and would do anything for attention really. I started fighting kids on our street just because I could and then when that didn't work, I started drinking and doing drugs and when I was fifteen I found cigarettes and parties. I got heavy into the party scene and would do anything anyone asked me to as long as I got alcohol in the end. I was dared to steal something from a corner store down the street in exchange for a two six of vodka, believe it or not. So I did. I went into the store and stole the munchies this guy wanted and did it pretty easily. That night was when I discovered my talent, if you could call it that.
He paused and glanced at the door when he heard giggling of a girl and then the deep voice of a guy. The voices left after a door had clicked shut. Those two were having a fun night apparently. He was quiet for a moment longer before continuing.
When I was seventeen I was getting too intense with my habits. I would steal a couple hundred dollars from my parents without them noticing and then I stole a purse of who I thought was a woman in her thirties. Apparently it was an undercover cop. Before I knew it, I was eating the pavement with someone screaming in my ear. My only f**k up that sent me to slammer. I was bailed out by my parents but then was sent back in after I stole again to get back at the cop who'd caught me in the first place. Pretty stupid stealing from the same cop twice. It was either bigtime jail or here. I needed a vacation anyways and apparently I'm addicted to stealing.
He rolled his eyes but then put his hands in his pockets before taking out a ring that clearly belonged to a girl. He admired it for a moment and then laughed, flicking it up in the air.
It's easy if you know how to execute it right. I'm pretty sure you know where I got this from.
His lips held a triumphant smile as he remembered taking it from the skank who'd tried to grind up on him earlier when he had been making his way through the crowd. The ring slipped off her finger quite easily when he'd shoved her away.
Welcome to Berlington <3