Post by Lucas Wilson on Aug 23, 2011 19:19:55 GMT -5
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[/center]Hey! I go by Zach. I am Thirteen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for About two years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have no on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PM.
Name: Lucas Bradley Wilson
Nickname: Luke
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Playby: Callan McAuliffe
Member Group: Demigod, student/Sophomore, son of Athena
Appearance: Luke is a tall fifteen year old male. His hair is very dark brown, nearly black. His eyes are light blue, but seem to be green in some lightings. His hair is spiky and can easily be mistaken for bed head. He is usually found in a T-shirt, jeans and his grey sneakers. But when it gets cold he is generally found in a long sleeve shirt, a jacket and long pants. He refuses to wear hats.
Personality: Luke is known for being very quiet. He hardly even speaks to his best friends in public. He loves to observe people, trying to figure out what kind of people they are. He loves to read, but if you ask him enough he will gladly join a party or go out with some friends. School is his life. On school nights he only goes to a party if you nag him enough. If he gets anything below a C+ on a paper he nearly flips out and tries his best to get a redo. Popularity isn't much to him, but he does like to have a good group of friends to keep him company. He loves to make people laugh, and he usually does with his slight British accent.
Likes:
Good books
Hanging out
Small parties
Dogs
TV
Dislikes:
Spiders
Alcohol
Smoking
Fighting
Bullies
Mother: Athena, ageless, Goddess of Wisdom
Father: Bradley Wilson, 49, Waiter
Siblings: Not sure
Pets: A three year old mastiff named Dozer
History:
Luke was originally grown up in Britain. His father was working as a Hole-In-The-Wall chef. By the time Luke was five his dad's restraint had started to lose business. Finally, a few months before his sixth birthday, Luke and his father moved to the States. As he grew up, Luke realized that he was no ordinary person. Soon he found himself in Richmond High. Now he spends his time studying or hanging out for friends.
Code Word: nummies?
Roleplay Post
Redstorm stalked out of the camp, his day filled with stress. He hadn't seen Dashfire or Froststar in a few days, nor had he seen any new fresh kill on the pile. Was he the only one who could lead this clan?! Ugh. He continues to let the distance from him and the camp grow. He was heading for the river, hopefully he could get a relaxing swim.
He just needed to give Frost more time. 'Yeah..Hes probably still making plans. The reassuring thoughts were nice, and made him grin a little. For once in several days he decided to hunt, maybe take a nice long nap. He slipped into the river, its cool water slowly flowing. The rocks at the bottom were smooth, and made his paws slide. He let the water relax his muscles, trying to relieve some of his tension.
Ever since the battle he had become a different cat. He had nearly attacked, and probably killed, Thunderpaw. True, she thought Wildstar was a fit leader, but still. She was young and would learn. He would teach her, if he had to.
He shook his head, trying to focus on the hunting and relaxing. Finally he snapped back into reality, and realized he was in deeper water. He saw a glint a fox-length away. A trout. Perfect.He dived underwater, easily gliding through the water toward the silver fish. The distance between him and the delicious creature closed. He was nearly in range of jumping at it.
Splash. The trout finally swam away, to fast for him to give chase. Mouse-dung! Oh well, there was more to catch then that one trout. He mad his way out of the shallows, onto the muddy shore. His paws left deep prints in the soggy earth beneath him. He spotted a flat, sunny boulder. Perfect spot. He started heading for the napping spot when he sensed something. Another cat.
He just needed to give Frost more time. 'Yeah..Hes probably still making plans. The reassuring thoughts were nice, and made him grin a little. For once in several days he decided to hunt, maybe take a nice long nap. He slipped into the river, its cool water slowly flowing. The rocks at the bottom were smooth, and made his paws slide. He let the water relax his muscles, trying to relieve some of his tension.
Ever since the battle he had become a different cat. He had nearly attacked, and probably killed, Thunderpaw. True, she thought Wildstar was a fit leader, but still. She was young and would learn. He would teach her, if he had to.
He shook his head, trying to focus on the hunting and relaxing. Finally he snapped back into reality, and realized he was in deeper water. He saw a glint a fox-length away. A trout. Perfect.He dived underwater, easily gliding through the water toward the silver fish. The distance between him and the delicious creature closed. He was nearly in range of jumping at it.
Splash. The trout finally swam away, to fast for him to give chase. Mouse-dung! Oh well, there was more to catch then that one trout. He mad his way out of the shallows, onto the muddy shore. His paws left deep prints in the soggy earth beneath him. He spotted a flat, sunny boulder. Perfect spot. He started heading for the napping spot when he sensed something. Another cat.
