Post by Abel Declerk on Feb 28, 2009 18:09:49 GMT -7
◙ The Basics ◙
Full Name: Abel Declerk
Nickname: Abe
Gender: Male
Age: Nineteen
Occupation: College student, part-time Wal Mart cashier
Appearance or Picture:
◙ A Bit More ◙
Personality and Quirks: Abel is generally an agreeable person. He's calm and not easily angered, a real mediator type person. He has a strong "type B" personality in which he likes routine and is very compassionate. He genuinely and truly cares about others. Generally, he's a pretty good student in his college. While he likes social activities, he is more likely to hang out with one close friend than to go partying. In fact, he's more likely to write the next big American symphony than to go partying, and he can't even read music. He is neither outgoing nor shy, as he is neither fully introverted nor fully extroverted. He isn't the kind of person to pick up a book, but he'll find something more exciting to do than play video games or watch TV. Abel isn't very adventurous, and he's not the brightest crayon in the box. He's somewhat lacking in courage, but he can easily be talked into things. He is easily taken advantage of.
Interests and Skills: Abe is big into baseball. He likes to play as well as watch. He's pretty good at playing, since he's been playing since he was little. He listens to a lot of alternative and classic rock. He loves spending time with his close friends. He likes art, but he's not any better at it than the next guy. He has a soft spot for small dogs, but you'll never get him to admit it. He's very handy and can fix a lot of household problems.
Fears: He's somewhat afraid of social rejection, but it's not a driving force in his daily life. He fears failure and not having a productive future as well as lots of responsibility and lack of structure. Most of all, he fears spiders. Once again, not something he'd ever tell anyone.
History: Abel was born and raised in small-town Colorado, which may explain his sheltered view on the world. Being the son of a government engineer and a macrobiology professor, he has always been privelidged. He might be considered spoiled, as he's lived in only big houses with beautiful surroundings.
Growing up, his parents generally got along. Every time they fought, they would make sure he couldn't hear. However, a few times he heard what was going on and felt awful. Since then, he has hated conflict. He gets this feeling in the pit of his stomach when he disappoints people because once his parents were fighting about him.
In elementary school, he was picked on a lot because he looked quite dorky, oversized glasses and all. He's very careful to look his best because of it. Mostly, he had a happy childhood playing baseball and drawing on the sidewalks with chalk, normal kid behavior. He moved to Queens City when he turned eighteen to attend Queens University, and he's been living in a pretty good quality apartment thanks to financial aid from his parents.
◙ You ◙
You Can Call Me: You can call me Trent, but if you forget that, then go ahead and call me Abel.
I've Been Roleplaying For: About three years.
Roleplay Sample: A collaboration of sound formed by typing and the occasional impatient finger tapping filled the air of the nearly empty newspaper room. All articles to make the next day's issue of the paper were due nearly five minutes ago, and few people had turned them in as far as he could tell. Somebody could have slid their article into the unorganized pile of papers Demi had on his desk without him knowing. More likely, the majority of the staff had probably spent the week procrastinating rather than writing their articles. Now it was six P.M. on Sunday, and the newspaper template on his computer was half empty.
It wasn't an uncommon occurence. He was one of the few who actually took the school paper seriously. Of course he knew that quite a large amount of the student body simply threw the paper away, but he still felt compelled to put effort into it. Flicking a brown and blonde strand of hair out of his face, Demi checked the time and sighed. It was now 6:07. He had done everything he could for the paper without the other articles, and it was still nowhere near done. He felt a staff meeting coming up soon.
Understanding that he should not worry about what was out of his control, Demi pulled out his unfinished Anatomy homework and set to work. Science was always his worst subject, year after year. Other than that one class, he excelled greatly in school. He was two years ahead of his grade in math, and in most honors classes. Within the past week, he had written two four-page reports and three articles, read two good-sized novels, and finished all of his homework early. Sure, his social life was slightly lacking compared to most people, but he was happy that way. Human contact was not his forte.
Eyes narrowing and eyebrows scrunching together, Demi snapped around. Someone had just walked in the door, finally, ten minutes late.
