Chrystian Dante Smith

[Chrystian Dante` Smith]

Chrystian Dante Smith

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Name: Chrys
Age: 16
Roleplaying Experience: Around 4-5 I think
How you found the site: My friend Lauren`

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Name: Chrystian Dante Smith
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Tan
Height: 5 foot 10 inches
Weight: 130 lbs
Wealth: Not rich, but close enough to it.
Sexual Orientation: bisexual, but likes men a little bit more.
Why they are in La Campana: Chrystian's parents found a few love notes from a couple of guys in his room and they got upset by it. So they sent him here...[/size]

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Likes:
Music
Movies
Hanging out with friends.
Fliriting.
Dancing.
Singing.
Drawing.
Shopping.
Dislikes:
Snakes.
Spiders.
Death.
Teachers that life mission is to get him in trouble.
Pretty things on ugly people.
Not being the center of attention.
His parents.
Getting dumped.
Turn Ons:
Money.
Cars.
Clothes.
Sexyness.
Turn Offs:
Pushyness.
Nerds.
Being annoyed.
People who take too long to get a hint.
Nervous Habits:
Nail biting.
Hair twirling.
Fears:
Losing someone he loves.
Not being loved.
Goals/Aspirations:
To get out of this school.
To become famous.
To make his parents regret the day they put him in this place.
Appearance: Chrystian is a tall, tanish guy. Who’s to say that’s not normal? He has a tattoo of three small stars outlined on the inside of his left wrist. His brown hair, sometimes with highlights of blonde, is medium length and just perfect. His eyes are light brown.
Living the good life of the Rich & Barely Legal, he gets by with most things, and gets whatever he wants. Although now isn't that case, since he's being sent to a school meant to 'fix him'.
Basically, he's not ashamed of himself, or his body.
Chrys gets away with most things, which makes him slightly cocky, but not completely. He's actually a pretty nice guy.. . once you get to know him.


Personality: Chrys loves to write, if he actually tried he could write a book. During summer vacations he usually comes and visits his dad in New York, but now he's living with him. He's an overall nice guy, most of the time. He keeps to himself most times, but if something tragic happens such as a death or something, he'll crack and just about let everything out.

He likes pop, hip-hop, r&b, and some rock and a little country music, he'll sing along to anything he knows. His parents disapprove of his taste in things such as: he likes colorful clothes, his parents like black suits and ties. Growing up in a semi-rich family sort of made him spoiled, he's not spoiled rotten, he's just used to getting what he wants. There's not much to know about him, he's an open book, really. If you have any questions for him, he'll answer them, but he does have his secrets. He's a bit of a hopeless romantic.

As far as school goes, he's doing pretty well, he doesn't study as much as he ought to, but he's achieving greatness in his classes with a B average. He's smart, but not perfect. His father works in the NYPD(New York Police Department), his mother has never kept a stable job.

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Father: David Smith; 47
Mother: Sandra Smith; 46
Sibling/s: None
Other important relatives: None.
Pets: A fish, but it died, because Sandra forgot to feed it.
History:He was born as Chrystian Dante Smith in Dallas, Texas on March 26, 1994 to his parents David and Sandra Smith, He usually likes to go by Chrys or Chrystian Dante. He started his life back in Texas where he had made many friends, and a lot more know his name, though they aren't great friends. Now he's at his new school, and he's seriously lost.

His father and mother didn't know that he was bisexual, and only a certian few of his friends did. His parents found out when they went snooping through his bedroom one day while he was off with his friends. They found a few love notes signed by 'Bobby', 'Trent', 'Tommy', and 'Brent'. Of course they were outraged, the father more than the mother. Either way, they sent him away to get 'fixed' although, you can't get fixed for the way you are. . . That's just who you are, and will be. He's been keeping it a secret for a while, but lately could careless who knows. He hates being bossed around, and if he is, then he retaliates and yells at his pursuer, or even retreats to violence. He's been the boss of his own life since he was 10 years old, when his parents decided work was more important than him. They thought they could show him affection by buying him shiny things, but they couldn't.

His father was always too wrapped up in his books, and his job as a police officer. His mother. . . was in a world of her own. Although, their lack of paying attention to him helped him get away with a few things. . . A few relationships here and there. . . A couple of overnight flings. . . Things like that. . . But don't be confused, Chrys isn't a 'whore', he's just. . . 'free spirited'.


Roleplaying Sample:Chrys was packing his last pair of blue jeans into one of his many suitcases getting ready to move to New York with his mother Sandra and his father David. Sandra walked in the room and said
“Chrystian, please, hurry up, we‘re gonna be late for our plane.”
“Coming mother” he replied, finally zipping up his suitcase.
He walked around his old room, then walked around the house to remember it, this was the last time he’d ever see it again. “I‘m going to miss this place” he sighed.
He rolled his bags to the car after locking the door, he placed it in the trunk and hopped in the back seat. On the long and tiring ride to the airport, Chrys fell asleep. When they finally got to the airport, and went through the whole boarding process. They made it on the plane, David sat with Sandra and Chrys sat next to some guy.
“I can‘t believe they threw away my toothpaste and cologne, I just paid for it today, such a waste.” David complained.
I rolled my eyes and thought, I told you not to buy that cheap stuff anyways. I looked out the window, and day dreamed about flying out the window and floating away, when a voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Good evening and welcome to Flight 89...” The flight attendants said their introduction, welcomed us, and thanked us for choosing their airline.
When we got to flying altitude, I grabbed my iPod and slowly drifted off to sleep. David and Sandra were arguing over the flight and said that they should have picked a better airline. In 6 hours we would be descending into a New York airport, and the start of my new life, and my parents still argued over stupid things. Oh boy… my life isn‘t gonna get any better.