Post by brid on Jul 31, 2012 21:45:38 GMT -5
BRAYDEN EVANS
full name Brayden Thomas Evans
nicknames Bray, Bray-Bray (childhood nickname... don't ever call him this... only people who knew him when he was a little kid would know it)
type original
gender male
age fourteen
birthday September 3rd
group popular
clique jock
grade freshman
sexuality straight
occupation student/none
face claim austin mahone
alias morgan
persona
naive
obnoxious
happy
impressionable
athletic
competitive
charming
flirty
unintelligent
charismatic
sweet
smiley
easily persuaded
hard headed
hot headed
silly
obsessed with status
life
right now, you could best describe Brayden's life as very comfortable. He is 14, lives in an upper middle class home in the USA, has both his parents by his side to help him and attends high school. He plays sports, watches movies with his friends, plays video games and talks about girls, and I guess, talks to girls. For Brayden, just talking to girls, be it online, through text or in person is itself a task for a day. It's an activity. He tries his best to let girls know he likes them, even if he doesn't really; I mean, the more girls that think you like them, the better right? It's always nice to make anyone think they like you, especially teenage girls. You could say his life revolves around three things right now; sports, video games and girls. They are the three most important things in his young life. Brayden's life is comfortable with very few real issues. Sure he is moody like all teenage boys, and he is very naive and impressionable (meaning he is easily susceptible to influences, good or bad) , but he is deep down a sweet heart and his life is going fine right now. He means no harm but is competitive and loves sports and they have pretty much been the number one thing in his life for like ever, and as far as he sees it, they are what he's meant to do in life, though that is partially because he is good and partially because he is not very smart 'nor good at anything else, but alas.
roleplaying sampleWell... this was certainly a change of direction for the night. Cory James had planned on catching up on homework and then playing xbox before heading off to bed, but now he was debating the good and bad about going over to Delilah's house. She was a junior, and a burnout, but she seemed to really like him. She had mentioned something about her having liquor, some weed and a bed... which even his little innocent, naive mind knew what she meant. Cory was still a virgin, and he was very nervous around the idea of sex. It sounded so awesome and he wanted to be able to brag to everyone that he was no longer the little virgin kid, he couldn't imagine being able to brag to everyone on the hockey team... It would be so awesome, being able to tell them he was no longer the little, fresh faced, freshman, virgin kid. He would be the... fresh faced, freshman who had... well had sex. The freshman told Delilah he would come over, shut off his laptop and laid in his bed, thoughts running around his head. This was about as unceremonious as losing your virginity could be if it were to happen like this. With a random girl, on a random night in a random house. Oh well, it would be fun, right? And besides this was a good part of high school and being a teenager right? Having sex with people you otherwise might not.
Cory tossed on his hockey sweater over top of a grey t-shirt and already with a pair of basketball shorts on and threw his shoes on and walked straight out of his house, not talking to or with anyone. He knew if his mom smiled to him and asked him where he was off to, he would have wet feet and back out; I mean who could talk to their mom right before going off to get drunk, high and maybe have sex for the first time with a random girl? Cory walked to where Delilah had said her house was and walked to the front door and he froze, what should he even do now? Should he knock? What if her mom or dad or someone was home or whatever, what was he supposed to say? "Hey! I'm Cory, the 14 year old boy your daughter is about to corrupt forever, sup?" No of course he couldn't, so he pulled out his cell phone and texted her, telling her he was right outside, his fingers nervously clicking on each letter. As he hit sent he took a deep breath and waited for the girl to reply telling him what to do, or something along those lines. The 14 year old began to nervously fundle with his cell phone in his pocket as thoughts went through his mind regarding this whole situation, none of which were very coherent. Did she have condoms? What did she expect him to do? I mean he was a virgin, right, so that meant he had very little idea as to what he was supposed to do. He took a deep breath and his fingers were crossed, waiting for the girl to tell him what to do.
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