Post by Christian Anderson on Mar 17, 2010 20:32:39 GMT -5
[/size]CHRiSTian anDeRSOn
||♥|| ||♥||||♥|| . ||♥|| . ||♥|| . ||♥|| . ||&hearts||♥♥--the one who pulls the strings
baby, baby, won't you give me a chance
I know you're watching and I just can't dance
well honey, honey, won't you give me a clue
I'm tired of hanging by the DJ box pretending that I'm cool
I catch your eyes and the whole world tumbles down
I said goodbye and you said I'll see you around
I kind of smile as if the whole thing's so passe
but deep inside
I close my eyes and pray[/color][/size][/right]
[[ naMe ]][/b][/size] Xiulin
[[ aGe ]][/size][/b] 21
[[ ROLe PLaYinG eXPeRienCe ]][/size] 6 years
[[ THe WaY HeRe ]][/size] I don't remember.... >.>[/size]
[[ nOTeS ]][/size][/color] I haven't played a boy in a long time, so I'm a little rusty. Please go easy on me...[/color]
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♥♥--all that we are
[/size]oh baby, let me know
should I stay or should I go
I've always stayed around you
now I'm really nothing new
and if for
some kind of miracle
underneath the glitter ball
you'll see I'm not invisible
and anytime you wanna go it's cool[/i][/color][/right]
[[ naMe ]][/size] Christian Anderson[/color]
[[ NiCKnaMeS ]][/size] Chrissy, Chris[/color]
[[ SeX ]][/b][/size][/color] male[/color]
[[ aGe ]][/size] 16
[[ SOCiaL STaTUS ]][/size][/color] upper middle class
[[ BiRTHDaTe ]][/size] 17 March[/color]
[[ HOMeTOWn ]][/size][/color] Cape Cod, Massachusetts, USA[/color]
♥♥--outside looking in
[/size]baby, baby, say you'll give me a chance
you've got the ego but you just can't dance
well honey, honey, better things I could do
than hang around with all your slacker friends
pretending that I'm cool[/color][/i][/right]
[[ HaiR COLOUR ]][/size][/color] blond[/color]
[[ eYe COLOUR ]][/size][/color] sky blue[/color]
[[ SKin TOne ]][/size][/color] pale[/color]
[[ HeiGHT ]][/size][/color] 5'4"[/color]
[[ WeiGHT ]][/size][/color] 107 lbs[/color]
[[ OTHeR ]][/size][/color] Graced with slender limbs and a slender body, Chrissy is considered feminine, at best. He has large, bright blue eyes, a round face, and porcelain-like skin of which many girls are jealous. His otherwise doll-like features are often decorated in bruises, but after many years Chrissy has learned to hide them well. He lack of height and physical strength do not help his overall feminine appearance. Quick to blush and with a shy personality, he has often been mistaken for a girl. Because of his feminine appearance, Chrissy is very self-conscious and refuses at all costs to wear a bathing suit or to change in front of others. This fear is also fueled by a need to hide his frequent bruises and injuries.[/color]
[[ PiCTURe ]][/size][/color]
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♥♥--underneath it all
[/size]but late at night I feel the whole world tumble down
I said alright and you said I'll see you around
I bore my eyes as if I don't care anyway
But deep inside
I close my eyes and pray[/color][/i][/right]
[[ SeXUaL ORienTaTion ]][/size][/color] gay[/color]
[[ STaTUS ]][/size][/color] single[/color]
[[ WHY aRe YOU HeRe ]][/size][/color] After extensive bullying, Chrissy's parents finally realized the full extent of the feminine qualities of their son. He was sent to La Campana in hopes that he would learn how to be more masculine.[/color]
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♥♥--the underside
[/size]oh baby, let me know
should I stay or should I go
I've always stayed around you
now I'm really nothing new
and if for
some kind of miracle
underneath the glitter ball
you'll see I'm not invisible
and any time you wanna go it's cool[/color][/i][/right]
[[ LiKeS ]]
- stuffed animals
- most things small and fluffy
- airplanes/rollercoasters/swings/ferris wheels
- animals (especially the small ones)
- daydreaming and cloud-watching
- being outdoors
- climbing things
- sweet foods
[[ DiSLiKeS ]][/size][/color]
- large crowds
- bullying
- dresses
- being called 'cute' or 'pretty'
- school in general (but science, mathematics, and PE in particular)
- changing in front of others
- being the center of attention
- his name and his looks
- being inside for long periods of time
[[ TURn OnS ]][/size][/color]
- height (tall people)
- reliability
- smiles often
- a kind, generous personality
[[ TURn OFFS ]]
- arrogance
- rudeness
- lack of height
- introversion
[[ neRVOUS HaBiTS ]][/size][/color]
- he carries a small, tattered stuffed bear in his school bag and he takes it out when in need of comfort
- he has been known to climb trees when bothered my something
[[ FeaRS ]][/size][/color]
- being bullied
- the dark
[[ GOaLS/aSPiRaTiOnS ]][/size][/color]
- to fly around the world
- to gain confidence
- to become a pilot
[[ PeRSOnaLiTY ]][/size][/color]
♥♥--I used to be real
[/size]oh baby, let me know
why am I getting ready to go?
you've seen me tag around you
now I'm really nothing new
but my reaction is chemical
something kind of sexual
it's doing you incredible
so anytime you wanna go it's cool[/right][/size][/color][/i]
[[ FaTHeR ]][/size][/color] Christopher Anderson, 47, doctor[/color]
[[ MOTHeR ]][/size][/color] Erica Anderson, 39, housewife[/color]
[[ SiBLinGS ]] Chrstyne Anderson, 14[/color]
[[ OTHeR ]][/size][/color] N/A[/color]
[[ PeTS ]][/size][/color] N/A[/color]
[[ HiSTORY ]]
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♥♥--this is how you judge me
[/size]oh baby, let me know
should I stay or should I go
I've always stayed around you
now I'm really nothing new
and if for
some kind of miracle
underneath the glitter ball
you'll see I'm not invisible
and anytime you wanna go it's cool[/color][/i][/right]
[[ ROLePLaYinG SaMPLe ]][/size][/color]
The glare blinded him, welcoming him to Spain. He pouted his lips, puffing out his cheeks slightly as his brows furrowed over his light blue eyes. It had not made a very good first impression. Blinding a poor, hapless visitor such as himself. As his eyes adjusted, his anger abated and gave way to fear.
He pulled a bag higher up his shoulder. In one hand, he clutched a suitcase, knuckles white as though his life depended on not losing his grip. The plane ride had been so nice that he had almost forgotten where the craft was taking him. He wished he could go back to that place high in the air and just stop there.
Chrissy clutched a small, ragged stuffed bear in his other hand and he glanced around at the passersby. People greeting people. Must be nice to have someone so eager to have you back; the thought left a bitter taste in the back of his mouth. With a swallow and a sigh, he glanced around again, scanning the crowd for someone as lost as he was. Why was it that everyone seemed to know where they were going?
The boy hadn't taken more than a few steps when someone stopped him. "Christian Anderson?" the accent was thick and although the words were so familiar, the teenager could barely make them out. Finally, he nodded slowly and the stranger sighed with relief. "I was hired by your father to drive you to the school..."
Well, wasn't that nice of him, at least? Even here, even all the way in Spain, he couldn't escape the reach of his parents. With another sigh, Chrissy shrugged his bag higher onto his shoulder and followed the man out of the airport.[/color]
oh baby, let me know
why am I getting ready to go?
you've seen me tag around you
now I'm really nothing new
but my reaction is chemical
something kind of sexual
it's doing you incredible
so anytime you wanna go it's cool
-- "Some Kind of Miracle", Girls Aloud[/size][/center][/blockquote]