Post by jordansamcox on Jan 18, 2010 17:32:40 GMT -5
Sam Jordan Walker
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Lai.
Age: 21.
Roleplaying Experience: About six or seven.
How you found the site:Random Google searching.
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Sam Jordan Walker.
Gender: Male.
Age: Seventeen.
Hair Color: Ashen Blonde.
Eye Color: Caramel.
Skin Tone: Pale.
Height: 5’7”.
Weight: 150 lbs.
Wealth: Very well off. With his mother being a sucessful model, he's been rolling in the dough for quite some time.
Sexual Orientation: Bicurious.
Why they are in La Campana: Worried that her son would 'come out' on his eighteenth birthday party, Sandra Walker sent Sam to spend the remainder of his year at La Campana to straighten up his ways. [/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes: Candy, social networking online, rain, sleeping in, studying culture, Japan, hip hop, modeling, cameras, watching over friends.
Dislikes: Hot weather, narrow minded people, people that can't relax, stiff joints, mud, dog urine, smoking, older men and women.
Turn Ons: Dominance, long hair, tickling, big cars.
Turn Offs: Ruddy appearence, swearing, baseball caps, blue eyes.
Nervous Habits: Blowing his bangs out of his eyes, stuttering, picking at the lint in his pockets.
Fears: Dogs. As long as he can remember, the sight of a canine is terrifying to him - from the teeth to the jowls to the character of them, he can't stand them. Also, losing his mother to sugar-daddies. The way she presents herself makes him so incredibly uncomfortable, he worries one day she won't be there, and will be in some ancient grandpa's mansion without him.
Goals/Aspirations: 1 - To be beautiful, like his mother. 2 - To have children. 3 - To own a pink Corvette.
Appearance: Sam is a clean, appropriately dressed young man, with hair that could beat the Loreal campaign to a duel. It rests just beneath his chin in several choppy-like layers, and is the color of ashen blonde. It compliments his pale complexion, making him appealing and soft to the eyes. On his body he prefers loose, relaxed clothing, such as a favorite pair of Hollister ripped jeans and a plain hoodie to match some sporty sneakers. On his wrist he wears a thin red bracelet to support his mother's Anorexia, braided in three parts. He has unsually long legs and fingers. His scent resembles fresh linen combined with a bit of lavender.
Personality: Sam is an extremely simple boy - with regular hobbies and tastes. He tries to avoid conflict at all costs, and this usually leads to a very quiet and calm persona. He prefers to be the follower in a group - the supporter rather than the leader, due to his natural submissive nature. In a hurry, though, he will become agitaited and irritable, and make his way through a crowd to reach his destination, whether or not it's right for him to. He is an agreeable person to be friends with, and will defend anyone who cares about him. He can be vain without realizing it - but when he does, he instantly feels guilty. One of his main desires is to be content with who he is. When it comes to crushes and signifiant others he can be quite jealous, but does his best to hide it. All in all he really is a sweet, relaxed fellow, with very few worries that bother him to the core.[/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Uknown.Mother: Sandra Walker; 40.
Sibling/s: None.
Other important relatives: None.
Pets:None - he can't really stand animals.
History:Sam Walker grew up in the south side of New York, where his mother Sandra raised him on her income of modeling. He went to school regularly like any boy would, scoring A's and B's and the occassional C on a bad day. His past was blurry, as his mother remained very secretive about her rendevous and previous relationships - in fact, Sam was the result of a wild night in a hotel... it doesn't bother him too terribly much, but there are moments when he wishes he were the result of... love.
Sam Jordan grew without a father figure, and was left with many, many personal choices without anyone to teach him wrong from right - seeing as Sandra was constantly performing at a bar or getting photoshoots done for a local magazine. Thankfully, the duo rested on a steady income - especially when his mother landed a job modeling for a mineral makeup company.
Sexualtiy played a big role in Sam's childhood. He used to dress up in his mothers gowns and toy in her makeup box, and even go as far as taking snapshots of himself in the bathroom. When Sandra discovered this, she was dumbly shocked and tried to get her son out of the habit. It quickly faded from Sam's interests when she provided him with gift cards to the nearest mall, where he could buy what was popular.
As Sam aged, he became very familiar with the way things work in the world. He aged into a complacent young man who cared for love and peace - but sometimes he would come across as boring. As was known, he just... was a regular joe. Or was he?
When Sandra sent Sam to La Campana, things began to change, and color began to show itself on his skin. He was gaining personality. He was reaching out for a more exciting life. It was wonderful and confusing, but still wonderful.
Roleplaying Sample:
Sam sipped his coffee with a small smile, long legs propped up against the windowsill as he gazed down below at the world. He enjoyed being in high places, they made him feel safe. There weren't too many things that Sam found enticing or entertaining, but this one was one of the few. Around him was warm light, and it surfaced over his jeans, making shadows in all the right places.
He watched as others chattered and walked briskly past him to the next room, giggling about the latest trends. Ahh, trends... he missed his mother. Seeing her again would be lovely - the high heels, the pink lips, the smell of perfume. She was such an amazing lady, let alone hip mom. But he was being punished - he was here for a reason. That reason.
Sighing, he lowered his mug. How long would it be before he found himself? His true self? He enjoyed being simple, but life was getting so... boring. The same old routine. The same old likes and dislikes. The same old him.
Oh well.
He slipped from the window to the ground, sneakers squeaking as he shuffled around the room, fingers tapping the outside of the empty drink. Maybe it was time for the park? Or perhaps he could go shopping... hmm...
Only time would tell.