Post by Cain Jiovanni on Sept 3, 2006 21:55:42 GMT -5
Character's Name; Patrick Daniels
Name you want to be called; Cain the Magnificent
Character’s Nickname(s); Daniels
Race; Lycan
Grade; Graduated(barely)
Age; 19
Birthday; March 7th 1987
History; Lived with his parents all his life up until he graduated from high school. He was pretty straighten-arrow ‘til he met Jack, Cassie and Xander. They turned his life around, he realized he didn’t have to do as his parents said; in fact it was more fun to do the opposite. Though he was never big into drugs, he was a pretty heavy drinker when he got his hands on something.
Patrick decided high school wasn’t something he was willing to put his all into, but he wasn’t ready to give up living with good ol’ Mom and Pop just yet, so he stuck out the four years, getting by with a fairly decent grade, that was when he wasn’t plastered. When Jack’s mother up and moved him, the rest of the crew was pretty torn up about it, especially Cassie. Patrick didn’t think twice before heading out with the rest of the gang to get Jack back.
Important Relationships; Cassie, Jack, and Xander, not to mention Caroline. His mother and father, when he needs something like money. Lily, a girl he met once they moved.
Mannerisms; Likes to talk, a lot. Tends to talk less when he’s nervous, and when he’d silent, you should be afraid for your life. Dips (as in chewing tobacco, yeah I Know, gross.).
Fears/Dislikes; Fears: Cats, being shut up in a small places, cornfields, and medication. Dislikes: Cats, small rooms, cornfields, root beer, molasses, and sugar cookies.
Likes; Miss Tennessee (sorry I was thinking of my little brother), Chocolate-chip cookies, Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Whiskey, being in Wolf Truth, Virginia, and “bar hopping”.
Hobbies; Drinking…drinking…drinking. He likes to dance (when he’s completely smashed) on bars, without permission, which usually leads to him being thrown out. Listening to Hank, because Hank’s his hero. (Williams Senior if you don’t know.) And Charley Daniels, because he plays the fiddle (I think that rocks.).
Music; Hank Williams Sr. and Jr., Good ol’ Charley, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, the Lovely Loretta Lynn, and several others.
Appearance; Tall, muscular build. Brown wavy hair, big brown eyes. Just look at the damn picture.
Personality; He can be moody, but most of the time he’s just looking for a good time. Tends to cut up a lot, and listens to sappy old country music. Patrick likes to be his own person and sometimes disappears for a few minutes to keep from saying something to the people he should keep his mouth closed around (like Cassie). He was happy to be getting away from Texas, he always thought it was a little to hot, so for a little while he was content doing as Cassie said. He’s usually easy going, perhaps from the level of alcohol that’s always in his blood, but when he gets mad you know it. He’ll talk your head off ‘til you piss him off, then he’ll shut up, and then you’d better watch your step. He’d just as soon pull his knife out of his pocket, as to deal with you. He’s all country, even if he may not always look it.
Sample RP intro; There was a loud yell, as the hundred and thirty five pound man jumped up on the bar. This was second time this month.
“Son, get your ass down off my counter tops!” The gruff old man coming from behind the bar was yelling as loud as he could as Patrick took another long swig of the glass black labeled bottle he was clutching in one hand. The old man’s pleas went unheeded as the young man pulled two, or three, women upon on the bar with him. Music was blaring so loud Patrick couldn’t have heard the owner of the bar if he’d wanted too.
Two men were promptly sent in to remove the drunken singing boy from the bar. Patrick was really to far gone to realize he was even being removed from the building.
“Hey, get your damn hands off me buddy,” Patrick Daniels slurred as the two men dropped him on the side walk right outside of the club. “Yeah, that’s right, don’t f*cking touch me.” He was trying to stand up. The two men laughed before heading back into the bar, passing a blond woman coming out.
“C’mon,” She said as she grabbed one of his arms, half hauling him off the ground. “You’re completely drunk.”
“I am…not,” He protested, smiling as he put an arm around her. “I sw—sw—swear it, Cassie. I wasn’t.” He was shaking a finger at her. “I wasn’t drinking. Nope. I quit. I quit last week, you remember? I said, I said, honey, I ain’t drinking no more. It’s gonna kill me.” The woman was looking rather upset.
“I’m not Cassie, Daniels, remember. It’s Lily.” She was pulling more of his weight then he was. “I know, darling, I said Lily.” He added, as she half shoved him into the passenger side of his truck. “I said Lily…yep. That’s sure as hell what I said. I remember it, right after you poured out my G**damn liquor.” Lily rolled her eyes, “Honey, I didn’t pour out your liquor,” by the time she looked back over, he was slumped over in the seat, asleep.
Celebrity Playby; Orlando Bloom.
Name you want to be called; Cain the Magnificent
Character’s Nickname(s); Daniels
Race; Lycan
Grade; Graduated(barely)
Age; 19
Birthday; March 7th 1987
History; Lived with his parents all his life up until he graduated from high school. He was pretty straighten-arrow ‘til he met Jack, Cassie and Xander. They turned his life around, he realized he didn’t have to do as his parents said; in fact it was more fun to do the opposite. Though he was never big into drugs, he was a pretty heavy drinker when he got his hands on something.
Patrick decided high school wasn’t something he was willing to put his all into, but he wasn’t ready to give up living with good ol’ Mom and Pop just yet, so he stuck out the four years, getting by with a fairly decent grade, that was when he wasn’t plastered. When Jack’s mother up and moved him, the rest of the crew was pretty torn up about it, especially Cassie. Patrick didn’t think twice before heading out with the rest of the gang to get Jack back.
Important Relationships; Cassie, Jack, and Xander, not to mention Caroline. His mother and father, when he needs something like money. Lily, a girl he met once they moved.
Mannerisms; Likes to talk, a lot. Tends to talk less when he’s nervous, and when he’d silent, you should be afraid for your life. Dips (as in chewing tobacco, yeah I Know, gross.).
Fears/Dislikes; Fears: Cats, being shut up in a small places, cornfields, and medication. Dislikes: Cats, small rooms, cornfields, root beer, molasses, and sugar cookies.
Likes; Miss Tennessee (sorry I was thinking of my little brother), Chocolate-chip cookies, Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Whiskey, being in Wolf Truth, Virginia, and “bar hopping”.
Hobbies; Drinking…drinking…drinking. He likes to dance (when he’s completely smashed) on bars, without permission, which usually leads to him being thrown out. Listening to Hank, because Hank’s his hero. (Williams Senior if you don’t know.) And Charley Daniels, because he plays the fiddle (I think that rocks.).
Music; Hank Williams Sr. and Jr., Good ol’ Charley, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, the Lovely Loretta Lynn, and several others.
Appearance; Tall, muscular build. Brown wavy hair, big brown eyes. Just look at the damn picture.
Personality; He can be moody, but most of the time he’s just looking for a good time. Tends to cut up a lot, and listens to sappy old country music. Patrick likes to be his own person and sometimes disappears for a few minutes to keep from saying something to the people he should keep his mouth closed around (like Cassie). He was happy to be getting away from Texas, he always thought it was a little to hot, so for a little while he was content doing as Cassie said. He’s usually easy going, perhaps from the level of alcohol that’s always in his blood, but when he gets mad you know it. He’ll talk your head off ‘til you piss him off, then he’ll shut up, and then you’d better watch your step. He’d just as soon pull his knife out of his pocket, as to deal with you. He’s all country, even if he may not always look it.
Sample RP intro; There was a loud yell, as the hundred and thirty five pound man jumped up on the bar. This was second time this month.
“Son, get your ass down off my counter tops!” The gruff old man coming from behind the bar was yelling as loud as he could as Patrick took another long swig of the glass black labeled bottle he was clutching in one hand. The old man’s pleas went unheeded as the young man pulled two, or three, women upon on the bar with him. Music was blaring so loud Patrick couldn’t have heard the owner of the bar if he’d wanted too.
Two men were promptly sent in to remove the drunken singing boy from the bar. Patrick was really to far gone to realize he was even being removed from the building.
“Hey, get your damn hands off me buddy,” Patrick Daniels slurred as the two men dropped him on the side walk right outside of the club. “Yeah, that’s right, don’t f*cking touch me.” He was trying to stand up. The two men laughed before heading back into the bar, passing a blond woman coming out.
“C’mon,” She said as she grabbed one of his arms, half hauling him off the ground. “You’re completely drunk.”
“I am…not,” He protested, smiling as he put an arm around her. “I sw—sw—swear it, Cassie. I wasn’t.” He was shaking a finger at her. “I wasn’t drinking. Nope. I quit. I quit last week, you remember? I said, I said, honey, I ain’t drinking no more. It’s gonna kill me.” The woman was looking rather upset.
“I’m not Cassie, Daniels, remember. It’s Lily.” She was pulling more of his weight then he was. “I know, darling, I said Lily.” He added, as she half shoved him into the passenger side of his truck. “I said Lily…yep. That’s sure as hell what I said. I remember it, right after you poured out my G**damn liquor.” Lily rolled her eyes, “Honey, I didn’t pour out your liquor,” by the time she looked back over, he was slumped over in the seat, asleep.
Celebrity Playby; Orlando Bloom.
