Post by trae on Nov 30, 2010 19:53:16 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Trae and this is my first character. I found this site through Taylor (also known as Sylvia) who kept nagging at me to join. Something you should know about me is I've been RPing as Steve Randle (The Outisders) for over a year and I believe I understand his personality outside of how Ponyboy described him in the book. Also, I quite enjoy pie. Just throwin' that out there.
Canon: The Outsiders
Custom Title: If you want a guarentee, buy a toaster.
PHYSICAL
Age: Seventeen and counting
Gender: Male
Appearance: Steve is tall, around six feet in height. He's muscular, but still lean. His hair is dark and usually greased back in complicated swirls, but when it's clean, it's just combed to look "presentable." Wears his fair share of scars; the most notable along his forearm from an accident, or fight (he doesn't quite have the patience to remember). His face is long with a slightly squared jaw, adorns oval eyes and dark eye lashes. Generally handsome, if he ever decided to scrape that everlasting scowl off of his face.
Height: Around six feet, give or take an inch or so.
Body: Muscular, but lean. Perfect for a rumble or fixing cars.
Other distinguishing features: His fair share of scars, thick dark hair, and a rumbling southern drawl.
Wardrobe: Depending on his mood. One day he'll throw on a pair of dirty jeans and a t-shirt, and other days he'll wear his "nice" jeans (the ones with the fewest holes and least amount of oil stains) and a relatively clean shirt. [/ul]
Play By: Christian Alexander
PERSONALITY
General personality: Steve comes off as a pig-headed hood, one who doesn't want to mess around. But if you get to know him, he'll open up and show the real side of him. He is compassionate towards his friends, always quick to arrive at the scene to help in a fight or something. Like a dog, he's loyal and will stick by his friends until the very end. However, if you break his trust, he will always hold that against you. Though he tends to come off as an asshole towards Ponyboy, he only does it because the places he and Sodapop will go aren't right for the kid. What he does out of concern appears angry. If you threaten him, he will come after you. No exceptions. Also, he brags about being able to drive anything with wheels. Always respects a lady. (and no, half of those broads roaming around aren't "ladies".)
Quotes, frequently used expressions: If he uses a phrase enough to become "frequent", then he's either having a bad day, or he doesn't give two shits about what you have to say.
Likes: (please list at least three)
Dislikes: (please list at least three)
Strengths: (please name three) Protective; good natured; loyal as almighty hell.
Weaknesses:(please name three) Big temper with a short fuse; clouded sense of good judgment; has a jealous side to him.
BACKGROUND
Family: His father, whom he doesn't care to interact with. His mom skipped off.
Education: High school, still. He's a Junior, but he doesn't know if he'll pass, or flunk out.
Occupation: Works part-time at the Halden Cooper's gas station mostly fixing cars.
Worst past experience: He witnessed his father hit his mother for the first time. He was still a kid, though.
Best past experience: A keen sucker punch aimed to the nose of his father.
Image: Appears to be an asshole at first glance (with the way he holds himself). But if you meet him... he's still an asshole, but a little less of one.
History: Steve became a little bundle of... surprise to his family on April 15th. For as long as he can remember, they've lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma, complete with his old man and his mom. They lived a relatively simple life since their financial status was less than appealing. One thing his mother always made sure he did was go to school and do the best he could. So he has, just to hold a little self-satisfaction. Sad enough, the day his old man hit his mom was the day everything changed for him. Not only did a fear strike through his being, but he also held much more anger than he previously did.
In elementary school, a certain event happened that set him apart from Dallas Winston: he found someone to care about. That first day of his second grade year, he met Sodapop Curtis and the two quickly became friends. He was accepted in to Soda's family and found out what a real mother and father do for their children.
He has worked at the Halden Cooper's gas station for the good part of three years, mostly fixing cars and sometimes pumping gas and running the register. To him, his calling card is in a garage around the things he knows like the back of his hand.
As for moving to New York... why not? He was young with a well working thumb.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
A kick was delivered to the couch, stirring Steve and making a low groan emit from between his barely parted lips. His eyes were screwed shut and weren't about to open up for anyone. Not even Darry, no matter how many times he kicked the couch. He was saying something, but he didn't quite catch it.
"No," he growled fervently, only it came out more of a whimper, and gripped the pillow, pulling it further under his head. That was the only answer he could think of to Darry's murmuring.
This couch was becoming one of his regular old friends. Even though it smelt primarily like stale cigarettes and various other food odors, it was the best thing this side of the tracks. Every aching muscle instantly unwound as soon as his body hit that old friend. But slowly the reality became apparent, and the bliss of the couch was becoming bittersweet.
Today, he was leaving the state. Why, he didn't remember. All he knew was that he needed a full tank of gas, his last pay check, and a full suitcase. That, and he needed to be on the road by noon.
Darry said something about sleeping past noon, making Steve's eyes shoot open and having him jump off of the couch. He was late.
Steven Dale Randle
Low Class
Low Class
Canon: The Outsiders
Custom Title: If you want a guarentee, buy a toaster.
PHYSICAL
Age: Seventeen and counting
Gender: Male
Appearance: Steve is tall, around six feet in height. He's muscular, but still lean. His hair is dark and usually greased back in complicated swirls, but when it's clean, it's just combed to look "presentable." Wears his fair share of scars; the most notable along his forearm from an accident, or fight (he doesn't quite have the patience to remember). His face is long with a slightly squared jaw, adorns oval eyes and dark eye lashes. Generally handsome, if he ever decided to scrape that everlasting scowl off of his face.
Height: Around six feet, give or take an inch or so.
Body: Muscular, but lean. Perfect for a rumble or fixing cars.
Other distinguishing features: His fair share of scars, thick dark hair, and a rumbling southern drawl.
Wardrobe: Depending on his mood. One day he'll throw on a pair of dirty jeans and a t-shirt, and other days he'll wear his "nice" jeans (the ones with the fewest holes and least amount of oil stains) and a relatively clean shirt. [/ul]
Play By: Christian Alexander
PERSONALITY
General personality: Steve comes off as a pig-headed hood, one who doesn't want to mess around. But if you get to know him, he'll open up and show the real side of him. He is compassionate towards his friends, always quick to arrive at the scene to help in a fight or something. Like a dog, he's loyal and will stick by his friends until the very end. However, if you break his trust, he will always hold that against you. Though he tends to come off as an asshole towards Ponyboy, he only does it because the places he and Sodapop will go aren't right for the kid. What he does out of concern appears angry. If you threaten him, he will come after you. No exceptions. Also, he brags about being able to drive anything with wheels. Always respects a lady. (and no, half of those broads roaming around aren't "ladies".)
Quotes, frequently used expressions: If he uses a phrase enough to become "frequent", then he's either having a bad day, or he doesn't give two shits about what you have to say.
Likes: (please list at least three)
- Cars.
- Cards.
- Fights.
- Races.
- Broads who know their place.
Dislikes: (please list at least three)
- Cocky assholes.
- School.
- Broads who get out of line.
- Butterflies. I mean, seriously! Have you ever looked at one up close, with their bug eyes and feelers and shit?
Strengths: (please name three) Protective; good natured; loyal as almighty hell.
Weaknesses:(please name three) Big temper with a short fuse; clouded sense of good judgment; has a jealous side to him.
BACKGROUND
Family: His father, whom he doesn't care to interact with. His mom skipped off.
Education: High school, still. He's a Junior, but he doesn't know if he'll pass, or flunk out.
Occupation: Works part-time at the Halden Cooper's gas station mostly fixing cars.
Worst past experience: He witnessed his father hit his mother for the first time. He was still a kid, though.
Best past experience: A keen sucker punch aimed to the nose of his father.
Image: Appears to be an asshole at first glance (with the way he holds himself). But if you meet him... he's still an asshole, but a little less of one.
History: Steve became a little bundle of... surprise to his family on April 15th. For as long as he can remember, they've lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma, complete with his old man and his mom. They lived a relatively simple life since their financial status was less than appealing. One thing his mother always made sure he did was go to school and do the best he could. So he has, just to hold a little self-satisfaction. Sad enough, the day his old man hit his mom was the day everything changed for him. Not only did a fear strike through his being, but he also held much more anger than he previously did.
In elementary school, a certain event happened that set him apart from Dallas Winston: he found someone to care about. That first day of his second grade year, he met Sodapop Curtis and the two quickly became friends. He was accepted in to Soda's family and found out what a real mother and father do for their children.
He has worked at the Halden Cooper's gas station for the good part of three years, mostly fixing cars and sometimes pumping gas and running the register. To him, his calling card is in a garage around the things he knows like the back of his hand.
As for moving to New York... why not? He was young with a well working thumb.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
A kick was delivered to the couch, stirring Steve and making a low groan emit from between his barely parted lips. His eyes were screwed shut and weren't about to open up for anyone. Not even Darry, no matter how many times he kicked the couch. He was saying something, but he didn't quite catch it.
"No," he growled fervently, only it came out more of a whimper, and gripped the pillow, pulling it further under his head. That was the only answer he could think of to Darry's murmuring.
This couch was becoming one of his regular old friends. Even though it smelt primarily like stale cigarettes and various other food odors, it was the best thing this side of the tracks. Every aching muscle instantly unwound as soon as his body hit that old friend. But slowly the reality became apparent, and the bliss of the couch was becoming bittersweet.
Today, he was leaving the state. Why, he didn't remember. All he knew was that he needed a full tank of gas, his last pay check, and a full suitcase. That, and he needed to be on the road by noon.
Darry said something about sleeping past noon, making Steve's eyes shoot open and having him jump off of the couch. He was late.
