Post by lennon quin binks on Aug 12, 2012 18:08:29 GMT -5
LENNON BINKS
full name lennon quin binks
nicknames len, binks
type original
genderfemale
age eighteen years old
birthday october fourth
group reject
clique punk
grade senior
sexuality pansexual
occupation tattoo artist apprentice
face claim yolandi visser
alias tegan, teags, whateva.
persona
obscure, vulgar, reckless, independent, business guru, artistic, bold, stubborn, happy-go-lucky, abstract, bilingual, hardworking, confident, leader, upbeat.
life
Lennon is truly, one of a kind. The definition of a misfit, and anyone who's had the pleasure to meet her know this all too well. However, few care to dig as far as her 'past', and who would blame them. The wild-child was raised somewhat.. normally. Her parents are divorced, but other than that- her life has been majorly peaceful. How she evolved into the odd-looking-potty mouthed-tattoo artist that she is presently, baffles many. Including herself, at times.
She doesn't much care for people. Not many understand her. Drinking buddies, pot buddies, ink buddies, pot buddies, she doesn't discriminate. Close friends are nearly nonexistent, but that's just how she likes it. Len is far from a depressed loner. She is currently living day-by-day, basking in the sheer glory that is senior year. No worries lie upon her shoulders,she's holding a middle finger to the world, and she just so happens to have a few cynical plots in store for the infamous royals. Along with the launching of her new musical project. Your typical punky, wrapped up in a bleach blonde package.
roleplaying sample
An uncomfortable grimace wreaked upon the young man's face. His hands grazed over the jean material that was effectively constricting his thighs.. among other things. But like a soldier, he managed to heave to his feet, sling a sweaty gym bag over his shoulder, and head out. <p>
The last few days had been rigorous. Exhausting in the least. " Wild Refuge " didn't exactly sound like a job that required 200 pounds to be lifted at a second's notice. Nor to have a grasp of basic combat skills- which he did- but that was beside the matter. It'd been nearly a month working at the facility, and not one snot-nosed animal had arrived for his care. <p>
Trevor B-lined for the kitchen. His tongue already salivating at the thought of his ham on wheat.. Heaven. Though it was nothing compared to mom's turkey. Infact, he was formerly convinced that's by the only means she managed to obtain his wild-thing as a father. He smiled at the thought. The kitchen neared. <p>
Without a second thought he reached for the handle, latched onto it, and pulled the door open with an accidental amount of force. Must've been from the work out- something wasn't right. Trevor craned his head through and wearily eyed downwards. In the distance, A shoe! Registering this- his hazel eyes flew from the shoe up the body of an unknown female. Landing on the point of her barrel. <p>
His head retracted, but his body refused to budge. The gun could've been a freeze-ray for all he knew. Aback, he'd forgotten to breathe, and after nearly a minute- he gasped. Another few seconds teetered by, and bravely, he uttered, " Trevor Maddins... uhm- Wild Refuge? On orders to retrieve.. ham " He cracked an uneasy smile, deciding to walk the non-aggressive path. <p>
A tad more comfortable, the boy slithered through the door. As if nothing happened he traveled straight for the fridge- sending his portly gym bag crashing to the floor tile. His stomach was in charge now. He reacquired his lovely sandwich, took a hunk, then with mouth-occupied- turned back to the jumpy lady. " You wanth' anythin? "
other characters
none c:
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