Post by Jerzy Anderson on Apr 20, 2009 21:24:58 GMT -5
+General Information+
Name: Jerzy Todd Anderson
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Manly man
School: Breeze High School
Appearance:
+Background Information+
Personality:
Jerzy can dress all 'emo' or 'gothic' or whatever else that people think may be the 'emotionally unstable' type. But he is far from it. Just because he dresses like that doesn't mean he's all sad, or wants to kill himself. He just likes the style. Jerzy is very happy-go-lucky, loud, brash, honest and has a heart of pure silver. He just wants to live life, be happy, and make others smile. But sometimes he goes a little too far which makes some stay away from his hyperness.
History:
Jerzy Todd Anderson was born in one of the rare days that it snowed in Las Vegas, Nevada. Though he was born into a pretty fantastic day, his birth wasn't pretty. If the neighbors didn't hear his mother, Clarie, yell and scream in pain from the sudden labor pains. Both her and her child would of died. It's sad to say that his father was no where to found in their small apartment, because he was gambling away their money in the nearest Casino.
Claire and Chase where not the best parents in the world, but Jerzy loved them like any other child, though sometimes he wished that he could spend more time with them then the neighbors. The reason for this is they liked to go out, morning...noon...night. And gamble, drink and all that jazz. The only time he actually got to spend time with them was on his and his little brother's birthdays and maybe every other Sunday.
His little brother, Kairos, was born two years after Jerzy. His birth was in Las Vegas like himself, but much nicer. They never got along, not in the slightest, that was in till Jerzy turned seven and Kairos at five. The whole family went on a 'family trip' to the beach but Clarie and Chase just left the one digit kids on their own on the beach. They just really wanted to gamble somewhere else, and the neighbors where away for that weekend. It was that day that they had to spend time with each other that they became best friends,
Now their mother died, and yes they where very sad. Did they cry? No not really. And soon afterword their father killed himself not wanting to live without his precious wife. Where they sad? Yes. Did they cry? No. So now moved to where they are now with the next door neighbors as their illegal guardians, where they can restart on their life.
His likes:
-Being heard
-Dancing
-Smoking
-The Villon
-Make up
-His hair
-Piercings
-Manga
-Anime
-Movies
-Music
-Hot Topic
-Plushies
-Sexyy girls
-Friends
-His little brother
-Leather
-Axe
-Hello Kitty
His Dislikes:
-Rejection
-Bad hair days
-Not having a smoke a day
-Really cheesy songs
-Gambling
-Silk
-Ducks
-Gold
-Drunks
-Pot heads
-Reading novels
-Heights
-The color yellow
-Posers
-Liars
-Trains
-Homework
-Scary movies
-Gaudy girls
-Cocky boys
His Strengths:
-Protecting those he loves
-Jumping
-Cutting hair
-Putting on make-up on him and others
-Taking care of his brother
His Weaknesses:
-His brother
-Sweets
-Smokes
-Babies
-Plushies
His Goals:
-Becoming a professional make-up artist and hair dresser
-See his brother get by school
-Become the best damn parent ever
-To quit smoking
-Not let drama take over his life
His Fears:
-Seeing his brother dead
-Never stop smoking
-To get glasses
-Fail school
-To get fat
+School Information+
Grade: Freshmen
Extracurricular Activities:
-Band (volin)
-Theater (make-up and hair stylist)
-Track (high jumper)
+Rp Example+:
The beating music played just loud enough for everyone to hear, but not too loud where you couldn't even hear your own thoughts. This sort of bugged the Gothic looking teenage boy when he entered the famous little music store. He liked not being able to hear his own thoughts, it was never any good when he could hear them. Sometimes he swore he heard voices in there, but that could just be his imagination or maybe that was just his god damn pills. Sighing as he mulled over racks and racks of music trying to find something that would be of interest to him Hiro pushed away some of his coarse black hair out of his eyes as his eyes caught some flashy looking cover and began to browse it over.
The reasoning for him being in this place is simple really, he didn't want to see The Strangers today, and he was getting to a point in his life where he could finally say no to his mother and them. But that didn't stop them apparently, even though he practically ran away from home he heard his cell phone blare Mozart's 25th symphony telling him that they where trying to find him. He ignored the call, and all the angry glares he was getting from the people for his overly loud then necessary ring tone. He re-adjusted his backpack and made sure that his skateboard was still attached on it, he'd have to skate back home which was no problem with him, maybe he'd stop somewhere to eat on the way. As he continued ignored every single one of the glares, sometimes looking up to glare back, and just dazing off into dreamland... he heard the footsteps of someone creeping up behind him.
Tension rose into his shoulder and he quickly put back the flashy CD cover which happen to be Pink Floyd, a band he was ok with listening to at times, and rushyly walked to another isle. He didn't care if he seemed rude to the person at the moment, but nobody should creep up on him like that. He would seriously just attack them or something like that, his eyes where hidden behind his coarse black hair as he looked up to peek over the racks to see if the person was still following him only to peer into the eyes of the said person. Hiro's own eyes widen with shock and he could only gap at the stealthy ninja-ness of this person.
Other:
-Jerzy has a kitten named Sprinkles and his brother has a dog named Conch.
-Jerzy has several tattoo's, two spider bites and two ear gouges.
Name: Jerzy Todd Anderson
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Manly man
School: Breeze High School
Appearance:
+Background Information+
Personality:
Jerzy can dress all 'emo' or 'gothic' or whatever else that people think may be the 'emotionally unstable' type. But he is far from it. Just because he dresses like that doesn't mean he's all sad, or wants to kill himself. He just likes the style. Jerzy is very happy-go-lucky, loud, brash, honest and has a heart of pure silver. He just wants to live life, be happy, and make others smile. But sometimes he goes a little too far which makes some stay away from his hyperness.
History:
Jerzy Todd Anderson was born in one of the rare days that it snowed in Las Vegas, Nevada. Though he was born into a pretty fantastic day, his birth wasn't pretty. If the neighbors didn't hear his mother, Clarie, yell and scream in pain from the sudden labor pains. Both her and her child would of died. It's sad to say that his father was no where to found in their small apartment, because he was gambling away their money in the nearest Casino.
Claire and Chase where not the best parents in the world, but Jerzy loved them like any other child, though sometimes he wished that he could spend more time with them then the neighbors. The reason for this is they liked to go out, morning...noon...night. And gamble, drink and all that jazz. The only time he actually got to spend time with them was on his and his little brother's birthdays and maybe every other Sunday.
His little brother, Kairos, was born two years after Jerzy. His birth was in Las Vegas like himself, but much nicer. They never got along, not in the slightest, that was in till Jerzy turned seven and Kairos at five. The whole family went on a 'family trip' to the beach but Clarie and Chase just left the one digit kids on their own on the beach. They just really wanted to gamble somewhere else, and the neighbors where away for that weekend. It was that day that they had to spend time with each other that they became best friends,
Now their mother died, and yes they where very sad. Did they cry? No not really. And soon afterword their father killed himself not wanting to live without his precious wife. Where they sad? Yes. Did they cry? No. So now moved to where they are now with the next door neighbors as their illegal guardians, where they can restart on their life.
His likes:
-Being heard
-Dancing
-Smoking
-The Villon
-Make up
-His hair
-Piercings
-Manga
-Anime
-Movies
-Music
-Hot Topic
-Plushies
-Sexyy girls
-Friends
-His little brother
-Leather
-Axe
-Hello Kitty
His Dislikes:
-Rejection
-Bad hair days
-Not having a smoke a day
-Really cheesy songs
-Gambling
-Silk
-Ducks
-Gold
-Drunks
-Pot heads
-Reading novels
-Heights
-The color yellow
-Posers
-Liars
-Trains
-Homework
-Scary movies
-Gaudy girls
-Cocky boys
His Strengths:
-Protecting those he loves
-Jumping
-Cutting hair
-Putting on make-up on him and others
-Taking care of his brother
His Weaknesses:
-His brother
-Sweets
-Smokes
-Babies
-Plushies
His Goals:
-Becoming a professional make-up artist and hair dresser
-See his brother get by school
-Become the best damn parent ever
-To quit smoking
-Not let drama take over his life
His Fears:
-Seeing his brother dead
-Never stop smoking
-To get glasses
-Fail school
-To get fat
+School Information+
Grade: Freshmen
Extracurricular Activities:
-Band (volin)
-Theater (make-up and hair stylist)
-Track (high jumper)
+Rp Example+:
The beating music played just loud enough for everyone to hear, but not too loud where you couldn't even hear your own thoughts. This sort of bugged the Gothic looking teenage boy when he entered the famous little music store. He liked not being able to hear his own thoughts, it was never any good when he could hear them. Sometimes he swore he heard voices in there, but that could just be his imagination or maybe that was just his god damn pills. Sighing as he mulled over racks and racks of music trying to find something that would be of interest to him Hiro pushed away some of his coarse black hair out of his eyes as his eyes caught some flashy looking cover and began to browse it over.
The reasoning for him being in this place is simple really, he didn't want to see The Strangers today, and he was getting to a point in his life where he could finally say no to his mother and them. But that didn't stop them apparently, even though he practically ran away from home he heard his cell phone blare Mozart's 25th symphony telling him that they where trying to find him. He ignored the call, and all the angry glares he was getting from the people for his overly loud then necessary ring tone. He re-adjusted his backpack and made sure that his skateboard was still attached on it, he'd have to skate back home which was no problem with him, maybe he'd stop somewhere to eat on the way. As he continued ignored every single one of the glares, sometimes looking up to glare back, and just dazing off into dreamland... he heard the footsteps of someone creeping up behind him.
Tension rose into his shoulder and he quickly put back the flashy CD cover which happen to be Pink Floyd, a band he was ok with listening to at times, and rushyly walked to another isle. He didn't care if he seemed rude to the person at the moment, but nobody should creep up on him like that. He would seriously just attack them or something like that, his eyes where hidden behind his coarse black hair as he looked up to peek over the racks to see if the person was still following him only to peer into the eyes of the said person. Hiro's own eyes widen with shock and he could only gap at the stealthy ninja-ness of this person.
Other:
-Jerzy has a kitten named Sprinkles and his brother has a dog named Conch.
-Jerzy has several tattoo's, two spider bites and two ear gouges.
Heather Bailey. Junior. Single.