Post by Leon Rowing on Jan 9, 2006 18:55:18 GMT -5
Full Name:
Leon James Rowing
Age:
17
Sex:
Male
Grade:
11th
Parentage:
Father--Johnny Rowing
Mother--Marianne Rowing(deceased)
Stepmother--Jennifer Rowing
Siblings:
Jessie Rowing(sister)
Tanner Rowing(step brother)
Other Family Members:
After Leon's mother died,his father essentially cut her family out of Leon's life.Leon's father's family lives in a small town in Ohio,and Leon hardly ever sees them.Jennifer's family lives in Florida,effectively cutting them away as well.
Pet:
None,at the moment.
Personality:
Leon is a very happy-go-lucky kind of guy.He loves to get up to mischief,but would never intentionally hurt someone.However,his brand of humor is often cyncial and sarcastic.He's very laid back,even to the point of being aloof at times.He's rather smart,and enjoys school,to an extent; but he hardly ever does homework and is often caught sleeping in classes that he doesn't care for.He's rather bold and fiercely loyal; but he's tough,and can hold a grudge,so it would be advised to not cross him.
Appearance:
Leon is of average height,with a mess of black hair that hardly ever can be tamed(not that Leon tries very hard,either),and vibrant green eyes.He's slim--and although he's not "cut",he has a fair amount of musculature.
History:
Leon grew up in a small Floridian town,where he would often grapple with the kids of the rough neighborhood.He was a scrappy little kid who found early on that he could take a beating and keep on coming;his parents didn't want that life for him,however,and moved him to a higher class suburbs.As his dad's business flourished,Leon calmed down a lot,and learned the value of a good laugh.He was fairly popular at school,but mostly only for his ability to get a whole class laughing with only a few muttered words.He also had an exceptional talent at acting,and visual art.
When Leon was fifteen,during Christmas break of his Sophomore year,his mother died,and his life was thrown into disarray.He fell into an almost bottomless melancholy.His dad re-married only six months later,much to Leon and his sister,Jessie's,dismay.They fought the marriage tooth and nail,but ultimately lost.This added a new sibling to the mix--Tanner,a round eleven-year old with not a lick of common sense or street smarts.He was the complete opposite of Leon and Jessie.
With the marriage came the move;Leon's dad bought a house in the Brooklyn suburbs and moved the entire family there.At this point,Leon could have cared less and simply went along with it.Leon came to love his new school though,and carries on his popularity.He's been known to be a bit of a nerd,but is generally accepted among most cliques for his humor and ability to be "cool" in most any situation.
Sample Post:
Leon gazed at the blank piece of paper with a slightly furrowed brow,his tongue pressed between his lips.His pencil hovered just centimeters over the page,twittering in his fingers,as if attempting to jump the last stretch to his sketch book.
Leon reached down within himself,trying to harness the emotions broiling within his bones.What did he want to draw? See,it was wierd,the way inspiration often came to him. He would get the Itch,that tingling feeling in his hand when he knew he needed to draw,to create,to do SOMETHING. It was his cue that the Muse was trying to speak through him. It usually occured whenever he was experiencing a particularly powerful emotion,whether that emotion would be apathy,anger,sadness,lethargy,or even happiness.
And now,hunched over his desk in the middle of English,the muse had reached down and tapped the crown of his head.He tried to still himself,and an image slowly melded together from the fragments of memories and sensations in his mind.He could tell the girl behind him was straining her neck to see what he would draw,but he didn't mind.He didn't particularly enjoy the attention,but he liked the idea of sharing his art with other people.
As swift and poised as a bird in flight,Leon's pencil darted across the page,making a mark here,then there.Soon,an eye took form--an eye with the mesmerizing depths of a sad and lost individual.Then a nose,and a mouth.Then there was shading--the wondrous cross-hatching and pointalism.
Before he knew it,he tucked the pencil behind his ear and gazed at his near-finished piece.He was displeased,but then again,he usually was.
They always say a body is their own worst critic.
Anything Else You Want Me To Know:
;D
Leon James Rowing
Age:
17
Sex:
Male
Grade:
11th
Parentage:
Father--Johnny Rowing
Mother--Marianne Rowing(deceased)
Stepmother--Jennifer Rowing
Siblings:
Jessie Rowing(sister)
Tanner Rowing(step brother)
Other Family Members:
After Leon's mother died,his father essentially cut her family out of Leon's life.Leon's father's family lives in a small town in Ohio,and Leon hardly ever sees them.Jennifer's family lives in Florida,effectively cutting them away as well.
Pet:
None,at the moment.
Personality:
Leon is a very happy-go-lucky kind of guy.He loves to get up to mischief,but would never intentionally hurt someone.However,his brand of humor is often cyncial and sarcastic.He's very laid back,even to the point of being aloof at times.He's rather smart,and enjoys school,to an extent; but he hardly ever does homework and is often caught sleeping in classes that he doesn't care for.He's rather bold and fiercely loyal; but he's tough,and can hold a grudge,so it would be advised to not cross him.
Appearance:
Leon is of average height,with a mess of black hair that hardly ever can be tamed(not that Leon tries very hard,either),and vibrant green eyes.He's slim--and although he's not "cut",he has a fair amount of musculature.
History:
Leon grew up in a small Floridian town,where he would often grapple with the kids of the rough neighborhood.He was a scrappy little kid who found early on that he could take a beating and keep on coming;his parents didn't want that life for him,however,and moved him to a higher class suburbs.As his dad's business flourished,Leon calmed down a lot,and learned the value of a good laugh.He was fairly popular at school,but mostly only for his ability to get a whole class laughing with only a few muttered words.He also had an exceptional talent at acting,and visual art.
When Leon was fifteen,during Christmas break of his Sophomore year,his mother died,and his life was thrown into disarray.He fell into an almost bottomless melancholy.His dad re-married only six months later,much to Leon and his sister,Jessie's,dismay.They fought the marriage tooth and nail,but ultimately lost.This added a new sibling to the mix--Tanner,a round eleven-year old with not a lick of common sense or street smarts.He was the complete opposite of Leon and Jessie.
With the marriage came the move;Leon's dad bought a house in the Brooklyn suburbs and moved the entire family there.At this point,Leon could have cared less and simply went along with it.Leon came to love his new school though,and carries on his popularity.He's been known to be a bit of a nerd,but is generally accepted among most cliques for his humor and ability to be "cool" in most any situation.
Sample Post:
Leon gazed at the blank piece of paper with a slightly furrowed brow,his tongue pressed between his lips.His pencil hovered just centimeters over the page,twittering in his fingers,as if attempting to jump the last stretch to his sketch book.
Leon reached down within himself,trying to harness the emotions broiling within his bones.What did he want to draw? See,it was wierd,the way inspiration often came to him. He would get the Itch,that tingling feeling in his hand when he knew he needed to draw,to create,to do SOMETHING. It was his cue that the Muse was trying to speak through him. It usually occured whenever he was experiencing a particularly powerful emotion,whether that emotion would be apathy,anger,sadness,lethargy,or even happiness.
And now,hunched over his desk in the middle of English,the muse had reached down and tapped the crown of his head.He tried to still himself,and an image slowly melded together from the fragments of memories and sensations in his mind.He could tell the girl behind him was straining her neck to see what he would draw,but he didn't mind.He didn't particularly enjoy the attention,but he liked the idea of sharing his art with other people.
As swift and poised as a bird in flight,Leon's pencil darted across the page,making a mark here,then there.Soon,an eye took form--an eye with the mesmerizing depths of a sad and lost individual.Then a nose,and a mouth.Then there was shading--the wondrous cross-hatching and pointalism.
Before he knew it,he tucked the pencil behind his ear and gazed at his near-finished piece.He was displeased,but then again,he usually was.
They always say a body is their own worst critic.
Anything Else You Want Me To Know:
;D