Post by lucas on Feb 29, 2008 15:49:12 GMT -6
*The name is Lucas “Justin” Scott
*Blew out 18 candles
*Is a gorgeous Male
Personality Lucas’s personality is very strong. At about 2 he showed his love for Football. He has been playing all his life; he also plays Soccer but not as much as football. He is sweet and loving to those he cares about. He will stand up for what’s right even if he stands alone. Lucas also has a bad side though rarely shown. When he does have those days he isn’t that pleasant to be around. So he usually just sits at home and plays video games or sleeps. He hardly has ever been mean to anyone. If you do get on his nerves your going to regret it and you might as well run.
Lucas mainly is a loving guy, his father had raised him the right way. He has never laid a hand on a girl in an un-pleasant way. He will love those around him and hold them dearly. He will hate those he hates and that’s just that as you could say. Lucas’s heart is pear of gold some say. Although he sounds perfect, well he isn’t. A few things that tick him off are if he sees someone be mean to some. He hates it and the person will surely not like what he has to saw. Another one is being stupid and doing things for popularly. When he first meets you he is very shy. If he meets a girl he likes he shudders and is very jumpy.
He thinks that any girl should be treated like a Queen. He hates men that just have a girl just there. That is the main thing that ticks him off. Whatever his girl wants she gets it. If he ever sees a girl being treated wrong he will talk to whoever it is. Once you’re his friend he will try and do whatever he can to protect you. He will always try and help you. When he sees a friend crying if it’s a girl he will hold her and try and calm her down. Even though he loves and such he also has a part side. He loves to party and drink. In the past he loved to do drugs. Not so much now he will do them every now and then but not what he used to. When he parties he is funny and if drunk clumsy.
Him and his horse are like one some people say. Lucas still plays football but; when he discovered he could ride, he loved that more. He loves anything with speed and thrill to it. He bull rides and enjoys that too. He does calf roping, barrels and poles, which he does very well. He has won many prizes at his old town but he never let it go to his head. He is still the same, clumsy, loving big bear that he is.
Appearance Lucas has a dark brown hair with a little light brown mixed in. It lies around his ears and is usually left untidy. His eyes are almost hazel eyes but they’re to light to be called hazel, more of a light green. His shoulders are broad and his arms muscle. He has to work out at least every week; it’s a must for him. He loves to keep his muscles in tone. He has a nice golden brown tan with pearly whites in his mouth. Not just his arms are muscles though, his whole body is. He is a basketball player there for making him athletic and gave him muscles that he always keeps up. His jaw is square and his hands are large.
Tattoos and scars. Lucas has a few scars and only one tattoo. He has his initials on his right arm, which he forgets having done. Probably he got it after a party or something. He has scars. Oh boy does he have scars. He has one scar on his jaw from a fight he got into. It doesn’t show and it isn’t big. The only way you can see it is if you look really close at it. He has another scar on his chest, it isn’t long nor is it very viewable. He had been quad ridding with his friends when he slammed into a tree. Luckily the branch he hit never got past his ribs. One more scar lies on Lucas’s ankle. One of his friends dog was playing with Lucas when he accidentally caught his tooth on Lucas’s skin and broke the skin.
Lucas is seen usually wearing a regular shirt or no shirt for that matter. His pants consist of regular blue jeans. He wears a necklace his mother gave him, along with a watch on his right wrist. Lucas never really wears a ring or any other jewelry other then the necklace and watch. He hardly ever gets cold, due to living in a cold state but sometimes he likes to wear a jacket. He has never been seen wearing a hate because he thinks he looks very stupid in one. He wears sunglasses on sunny days. He NEVER EVER wears flip-flops or sandles. He hated them very much.
Riding History Lucas was raised in the city but his parents moved to Texas. This is where Lucas got his ridding from. His parents didn’t buy him a teacher they wanted to see if he could rid on his own. Lucas soon learned how to rid after many failed attempts on a old mare who would look at him like he was stupid every time he fell. After Lucas found his balance he rode on Sandy. After Sandy he moved to Heaven.
Desired Riding Level Advanced
DisciplineWestern
Overall History Lucas was raised in the city for a portion of his life. From when he was born to when he was 8, he lived in New York. Drugs, gangs and violence had his parents move to Texas. They thought it would be good for him if he learned the responsibility of taking care of animals. Lucas didn’t like this very much but he was only 8. They bought him a horse named “Sandy” and in the start he hated the horse. Not like abuse but he didn’t like cleaning her stall or anything.
A year later Sandy had grown on Lucas and soon the pair wasn’t apart for a long time. Lucas learned that you shouldn’t be afraid to start over new. He taught Sandy how to listen to his commands and he could ride her without a headstall. When Lucas was away at a football game in high school, a lighting storm had happened back at the ranch. A pole from Sandy’s stall fell and broke part of the fence. Sandy ran out of her stall and got caught in the cattle guard.
Lucas’s parents were out having a date when Lucas walked home in the pouring rain. He heard a scream but it was a horse screaming and it sent shatters running up his spine. He knew that something was wrong so he took off running. Since he was a little boy his father had told him to always lock the gate or this would happen. Lucas ran to Sandy’s side crying. He tried to free his horse but her feet wouldn’t move.
He called his dad and his dad told him there was nothing they could do but put her down. Lucas had to. He got his father’s shotgun and walked outside to his panicked horse. He calmed her down, gave her carrots and treats, making her last few minutes enjoyable. Lucas put the gun to the star on her head and pulled the trigger. A few hours later, his parents pulled up to Lucas curled around Sandy, which he had shot and was shaking. Lucas hadn’t left her side and it was still pouring rain.
He got very ill but he wouldn’t let his parents take him to the hospital until Sandy was buried. He was hanging on by a string when his father came in the hospital and showed him a picture. Lucas looked at the picture and saw Sandy. Tears poured down from his face and he clung to the picture. He was only 15. Still young and Sandy’s death never left his mind. Lucas got better and finally was able to come home. When he did his father told him to look at Sandy’s stall.
He saw the pole and was glad it wasn’t because he forgot to lock the gate. Lucas moved on from Sandy but she still had a piece of his heart. When he was 16 his father got him a new horse. But the little guy was only a colt. Lucas raised the colt to be big and strong. Now he rides him in competitions and loves it. He named the white horse Heaven’s angel, Heaven for short. Because Lucas thinks that Heaven was the only thing that kept him on earth, with the death of Sandy. His father soon had to move off the farm and now they live here.
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RP Sample Scott felt the pressure of the boys running behind him. He looked around for a pass. He couldn’t find one. He made a quick choice as sweat ran down his face. It stung his eyes and made him blink. That was a huge mistake; he felt the power and force of a tackle. He tumbled to the ground as he was near the goal point. He turned his shoulder and rolled into the end zone. The ref waved it as a goal. Scott’s team ran to him and lifted him up. Scott took off his helmet and threw it to the crowd.
They had won the championship football game. Scott gasped as cold water and Gatorade was poured on him. He laughed as the crowd chanted his team’s name. But Scott wasn’t a Jock like most football players. He was sweet, caring and loving like a big teddy bear.
He walked out side with his trophy and the game ball. He smiled as he walked home with it in hand. He walked into the door and his father and mother sat on the couch watching a movie. Scott’s mother said “ how was the game honey?” Scott smiled and said “ we won.” Throwing the ball to his dad, who caught it. He said “ Good job Scott.” Scott nodded and climbed the stairs and went into his room. He laid down on his bed and fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Oh but his perfect life was soon to be ruined by the other team who had lost. He felt him being jolted from his sleep. He groaned softly and mumbled some words not audible to the human ears. He opened one eye and saw a figure standing over him. Jumping out of his bed, Scott said “ Who are you?” The figure just laughed and slammed a gun hilt to the back of Scott’s head. Scott felt himself fall to the ground then blackout. The boy grabbed Scott, throwing him over his shoulder and crept downstairs, making sure he was quiet not to wake Scott’s parents.
Scott soon awoke to cold water being throwing on him. He groaned softly as he tried to rub the back of his neck but, his hands were tied. He pulled hard on the rope, tying his hands to the back of the chair. A voice was heard “ Mr. Matherson.” Scott said “ yes that’s me. Now let me go!” A laugh was heard and the figure finally showed himself. He said “ oh but don’t you want to know why you’re here?” Scott said “ Because your team sucks ass.” A angered face was soon showed on the man who had been talking. The man said “ no, because you see, that touch down wasn’t a touch down so let’s settle this now.”
Scott said confused now “ Settle this? Settle what?” Watching the figure closely, his hands starting to try and free themselves. The boy said “ Number 22, the one you started a fight with on the field.” Scott thought for a moment and said “ Oh yeah. Well cut my hands lose and let’s go then.” The man nodded and said “ but you can’t run.” The man walked over to a light switch and turned on bright lights. Scott blinked a few times, adjusting to the bright area. Scott felt someone free his hands and shove him out of the chair.
Scott got up and rubbed his wrist before getting ready for the fight. He said “ I win I go home and we forget all about tonight Deal?’ The man nodded holding his hand out for Scott to shake. Scott shook it and soon brought his other hand around and slammed his fist into the boys jaw, once their hands left the shake. The boy stumbled back and Scott took advantage of this. Pushing him against the wall, Scott punched him hard in the stomach. He said “ You should be careful who you pick your fights with.” Watching as the boy fell down. Scott turned around and looked at his 3 friends. He said “ I won the fight now move.” They shook their heads and Scott chuckled softly.
Scott grabbed the nearest thing, a pipe. He said “ last warning.” Stepping towards the 3 boys. They stood their ground and Scott advance towards them. Scott took the pipe and slammed it into one of the boys face. He screamed in pain and a crack was heard. The two left looked at each other then backed away from the door. Scott nodded and said “ Good choice.” Dropping the pipe and leaving the warehouse.
He walked home and quietly walked into his room. He got into his bed, pulling the covers over himself. He sighed softly, oh there was going to be hell to pay for this. His hand starting to throb, Scott brought it to his face, seeing blood he whipped it on a dirty shirt that was laying on the ground. He looked at it again, glad he wasn’t hurt. He closed his eyes and fell asleep again, but not a deep sleep, the slightest thing would wake him up.
