owens, vin tristan

[vin tristan owens]

VIN OWENS

full name vin tristan owens
nicknames people call him vinny, it's rude
type original
gender male
age twenty three
birthday october eighteenth
group local
clique none
grade n/a
sexuality straight
occupation student
face claim ian somerhalder
alias kara

persona
raunchy, outgoing/easygoing, lost, unrestricted, dishonest, shoplifter, cocky, illogical, alert, gregarious, loyal, stuck in the same rut, addictive personality, trusting (not as much), competitive, impulsive, withdrawn, self indulgent, nostalgic, lack of common sense, quiet/loud, skeptical, tired, anxious, jumpy, irritable, moody, insomnia, me against the world

life
vin moved to maryland from arizona, where he lived with his male cousins, sister, mother, father, aunts and uncles. he went to high school as a transfer and landed in the jokers clique along with his sister. had a few relationships (most notably amy), pretended to take maya's virginity at her request, raised hell with roan, started dating barbie in senior year. they got their own place and moved in together, and they were pretty happy for a while until his drinking got a bit out of hand and he ended up acting a little improper around barbie's brother which earned him a fight with the only person he felt he'd ever had any real connection with. ended up driving away, hammered, getting a dui and being sent rehab for eighteen days by court order. once he was out, he hit the bars again and basically damaged everything (and dated ade) until he was landed in rehab for another twenty eight days, and that's where he stands. it's been day number four; things are going great!

roleplaying sample
This was an entirely new blueprint his body had worked up from the ground (and had forgotten to let him in on the secret), his diluted lungs constricting, a slow exhale, and then he leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers for a single moment, (when had his eyes closed? He couldn't remember, didn't care if he hadn't planned this, didn't care, because in a way he had, last night, had let his mind wander, a fantasy and a dizziness and and escape, had dreamed, swirling brain matter like cream, pinwheeling gears) and then it was over, dragging across her lower lip before he broke off completely (a few millimeters away that felt so much more distant), breathed, sure he was lost for words until they came tumbling out. "What happened last night," he paused to take in some air, "We were intoxicated, and I know that played a big role in what... what happened. But," he hesitated again, his gaze trailing the curve of her skin to her irises, ink black pupils (the hearth that fed the fire), coals burning with embers, sparking, lighting the flames all over again. "I can't help feeling some of it was real."