Post by Baker Vernando on Jun 1, 2011 14:19:43 GMT -5
[/font]BAKERCARSONVERNANDO!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Cameron or Fushia as some annoying people call me.. I am fourteen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for Four years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have No others characters on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PM.
Name: Baker Carson Vernando
Nickname: Bakie
Age: Thirty two (32)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Member Group: Demigod Teacher, teacher of Theatre, becuase he loves to act. He has been in a movie. Son of Athena
Appearance:
Baker is hot; well as people say he is. He was rated sexiest man at his gym and works out alot. Baker likes to wear collerd shirts that are thin (LOOK A SIGGY PIC <33), kakki pants and leather brown shoes. Well when hes at school. When hes at his house he likes to wear shorts no shoes and no shirt. When hes just out having fun he likes to hear mucsle shirts or wife-beaters jeans and tennis-shoes. He has a nice 6-pack and muscles mistly becuase he goes to the gym alot.
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Personality:
Baker is sweet; he is sweet to all his students. He is loving and caring and loves to help, but he loves alittle too much at times. Baker is smart; half the reason is becuase he is the son of Athena the other half is he went to Yale. Baker is strict; even though baker is sweet he can be strict. Mostly when hes mad at a student. Sometimes he will be like that when he haing a bad day. Well hes always strict when inforcing the rules. Baker is genourous; he never like ever spends money just to spend it. If he has extra money he automatticly gives it to charities, people in need or people who ask... which barley happens.
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Likes:
- Likes of Baker Carson Vernando
- Teaching
- Acting
- Love
- Snowcones
- Summer
- The beach
- Swimming
- Teaching
Dislikes:
- Dislikes of Baker Carson Vernando
- Misbehaving
- Unprotected sex
- Gay people (sorry gays D:)
- Bad students
- Pistachos
- Horses
- Misbehaving
Mother: Athena, Ageless, Godess; godess of wisdom and battle stratigies.
Father: Carson Heron Vernando, Seventy Two,
Retired night guard at smithsonean space museum.
Siblings: Cassey Bailee Vernando, Thirty Five,
Physical Education Teacher.
Pets: One Golden retriver named Lilly.
History:
Baker was born in Virgina after two years of his siter Cassey. She loved to hold him and play with him. She esp. loeved to feed him with the bottle. Once he was old enough to speak his first word was "Cassey" and his first sentance was "Cassey love me". Once he was old enough to walk they would always go on walks together. Finally he was old enough to go to pre-school. Right after two days of going there, it was time to move. He begged to stay becuase he loved his school so much. But they had to move becuase of his fathers job. Now he had been a DJ at a club and finally Cassey asked him how that would make them move. It turns out he was fired and was now a smithsonean night gaurd. So they had to move to Washington DC the nations capital. Once they got there and Baker went to his dads work one day there was a woman who was the manager and saw how smart he was and he was choosen to go to a magnet school. It was a magnet pre-school though. They already leantred mulitplication, and baker caught right on. After finsihing pre-school he went to a reagular elemantry school, becuase there we no magnet ones. Which was a tottaly bad idea. First every one made fun of him becuase he was sooo smart. Aldso becuse now he had to wear glasses which made him even more of a nerd. Then one day after finsihing 8th grade. He was choosen for a magnet acting highschool. After he finished high-school he got his teaching credentails in Theatre and acted in a movie. It was called Noly Parker (That ones for you Noly Poly Oly): Guman. He was a gunman ina plane and the plane crashes in the desert and he must survuve. Finally when he was done with that movie he went into teaching in theatre in Chicago. He was the most famous teacher ever, msotly becuase he was in that movie. It got annoying beucshe all his student drooled over him. So he dicded to go move to a state where the students were used to acting theatre teahcers. California, but the only school that accpeted him was Richmond... who knows why?
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Code Word: Removed by Admin
Roleplay Post
Rain, Rain more rain. Mud and a blackened sky. Lesser's perfect weather for a chase. And the chase was Raina. Was poetry wasn't it? They already caught the others. The leader of the small groups terrible idea to run at night.
The cold rain splashed and pooled about her, like a heavy blanket. Large gobs of water smacking her face and momentarily making her sight worse for the wear. Blurry figures to her left and the right, encroaching around her. The once beautiful building that was the library stood in the distance, it's height a beacon of safety. The rain began to pummel harder as she began the sprint. The moisture made her shirt, and jeans cling to her like a second skin. Stains of blood draining away like watercolors, blending in with the dirt stains on her clothing
Raina's hair was a disheveled mess, Her face dirtied with soot, and grime. It was a common occurrence these days. Better to be dirty than dead? Pulling her jacket up to her chin, skipping and tripping as she sloshed through the mud basically clawing to the large encloser, although the door was large in size, there were missing pieces to it's structure. Worming her way into the mild darkness. She was immediately hit in the face. The overwhelming noxious stench, clogging her nostrils, and filling her throat, along with a familiar scent. Musky, sweet perfume; Almost what he smelled like as he burned.
The flash backs of her father, screaming in pain as the flames ate him alive. The smell of fresh skin burning under the hot flames that she lit herself, The cause of her scars and the pain that had been the harbinger to them "Jesus..." Backing against the broken door, "that smell..." Tears slowly gathered at the crests of her lids. She brought her arm to her mouth as she held back the need to dry heave. Taking small breaths she steadied herself, not wanting to go back outside, It was either face the horde, or keep going. It should be fine. All alone. No one to bother, pushing herself from the door she furthered closer inside. The darkness provided a plethora of shadows, at which she jumped at every step.
Spinning slowly to take in all the corners, trying to imagine what it used to look like. The people, and the books. All a memory now. The dark sky above could been seen through the broken rafters, Providing a small window to the stars; Twinkling, shining balls of light, already millions of years gone. Sad if you think about it. If only it were different. Unzipping her jacket, the warm air hitting her skin, making her arms, and shoulders ripple with goosebumps. Removing the tie from her air, she wrung out the excess moisture, and let it hang loosely.
Lifting the jacket, she quickly used it to wipe away the water, and mud. When she finished, Raina dropped the jacket on a over turned table; beginning to weave her way through and out the different isles running her fingers along the spines of books; Left behind still laying on the old shelves long forgotten.
"Khalil Gibran...." tilting her head to the side, "The Prophet....." reading the title softly under her breath. Looking to the left and the right, the isle still empty, and dark. Sighing deeply, Raina reached up and gently touched the book, firmly griped in her hand; Pulled it from the shelf. With a smile she found something from her past. Without a second passing three books fell suit, one sliding off the edge, floating in slow motion to the floor. Raina watched as it inched closer as it turned on it's self, With desperate speed she tried to lurch forward to catch it before the book met with the ground. With a loud THWACK. It finally landed, echoing loudly as it reverberated against the old walls. Carrying on into the night.
Sucking in a breath as she held it, her eyes engulfed with the sight of the fallen book. Her heart raced a mile a minute, pounding loudly in her chest, ringing in her ears."Stupidfuckstupidstupid....." Hugging the book closely to her body, she backed away slowly, to wards the far wall. Darker it became the more she felt hidden. Waiting for anyone, or something to say anything, she leaned against the wall. Worrying. Be ready to run...
"No..no....one heard it... I am all alone" Slowly breathing, the sound of her inhale and exhale feverish and rapid. Her feet scuffled against the floor as she met with scattered "Just breathe...." miscellaneous things; Papers, and torn books, old stained blood spots, and shells, littered her path. Another smell began to waft in and around her. The pungent stench of a burning cigar. Hot and smoky. Stepping further into the darkness, A small ember of light silently fading in the distance. Peaking from the side of a large shelf; holding old encyclopedias. The smell of the cigar, overwhelming.
Raina's green eyes glimmered as the reflection of light hit them, All she could do was stare with her mouth agape.
Post from 'Plagued'.
The cold rain splashed and pooled about her, like a heavy blanket. Large gobs of water smacking her face and momentarily making her sight worse for the wear. Blurry figures to her left and the right, encroaching around her. The once beautiful building that was the library stood in the distance, it's height a beacon of safety. The rain began to pummel harder as she began the sprint. The moisture made her shirt, and jeans cling to her like a second skin. Stains of blood draining away like watercolors, blending in with the dirt stains on her clothing
Raina's hair was a disheveled mess, Her face dirtied with soot, and grime. It was a common occurrence these days. Better to be dirty than dead? Pulling her jacket up to her chin, skipping and tripping as she sloshed through the mud basically clawing to the large encloser, although the door was large in size, there were missing pieces to it's structure. Worming her way into the mild darkness. She was immediately hit in the face. The overwhelming noxious stench, clogging her nostrils, and filling her throat, along with a familiar scent. Musky, sweet perfume; Almost what he smelled like as he burned.
The flash backs of her father, screaming in pain as the flames ate him alive. The smell of fresh skin burning under the hot flames that she lit herself, The cause of her scars and the pain that had been the harbinger to them "Jesus..." Backing against the broken door, "that smell..." Tears slowly gathered at the crests of her lids. She brought her arm to her mouth as she held back the need to dry heave. Taking small breaths she steadied herself, not wanting to go back outside, It was either face the horde, or keep going. It should be fine. All alone. No one to bother, pushing herself from the door she furthered closer inside. The darkness provided a plethora of shadows, at which she jumped at every step.
Spinning slowly to take in all the corners, trying to imagine what it used to look like. The people, and the books. All a memory now. The dark sky above could been seen through the broken rafters, Providing a small window to the stars; Twinkling, shining balls of light, already millions of years gone. Sad if you think about it. If only it were different. Unzipping her jacket, the warm air hitting her skin, making her arms, and shoulders ripple with goosebumps. Removing the tie from her air, she wrung out the excess moisture, and let it hang loosely.
Lifting the jacket, she quickly used it to wipe away the water, and mud. When she finished, Raina dropped the jacket on a over turned table; beginning to weave her way through and out the different isles running her fingers along the spines of books; Left behind still laying on the old shelves long forgotten.
"Khalil Gibran...." tilting her head to the side, "The Prophet....." reading the title softly under her breath. Looking to the left and the right, the isle still empty, and dark. Sighing deeply, Raina reached up and gently touched the book, firmly griped in her hand; Pulled it from the shelf. With a smile she found something from her past. Without a second passing three books fell suit, one sliding off the edge, floating in slow motion to the floor. Raina watched as it inched closer as it turned on it's self, With desperate speed she tried to lurch forward to catch it before the book met with the ground. With a loud THWACK. It finally landed, echoing loudly as it reverberated against the old walls. Carrying on into the night.
Sucking in a breath as she held it, her eyes engulfed with the sight of the fallen book. Her heart raced a mile a minute, pounding loudly in her chest, ringing in her ears."Stupidfuckstupidstupid....." Hugging the book closely to her body, she backed away slowly, to wards the far wall. Darker it became the more she felt hidden. Waiting for anyone, or something to say anything, she leaned against the wall. Worrying. Be ready to run...
"No..no....one heard it... I am all alone" Slowly breathing, the sound of her inhale and exhale feverish and rapid. Her feet scuffled against the floor as she met with scattered "Just breathe...." miscellaneous things; Papers, and torn books, old stained blood spots, and shells, littered her path. Another smell began to waft in and around her. The pungent stench of a burning cigar. Hot and smoky. Stepping further into the darkness, A small ember of light silently fading in the distance. Peaking from the side of a large shelf; holding old encyclopedias. The smell of the cigar, overwhelming.
Raina's green eyes glimmered as the reflection of light hit them, All she could do was stare with her mouth agape.
Post from 'Plagued'.
