Post by ben3 on Aug 2, 2009 21:14:49 GMT -5
the city is at war !
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[/center]character info !
full name •Trent Shiloh Benjamin
nick names •none
age •twenty
grade •junior, art history
hometown •Manchester, England
sexuality • heterosexual
member group • college
character looks !
[/color][/center]height •6'2
hair •Dark brown, almost black
eyes • light brown
play by • Joe jonas
character personality !
[/color][/size][/center]likes • Trent has a wide range of things he truly loves in life. He loves baseball, he loves old fashion clothes, he loves 1950, he loves count of montecristo, he likes converse, he loves cotton candy, he loves meeting new people, he likes women, he likes art and music and he loves fast cars. Oh, he also loves soccer C:
dislikes • Trent doesn't really hate too many things but he does have a few. He hates spiders, he hates rap, and he hates any movie with michael myers in it...the dude just creeps Trent out.
habits/quirks • Trent likes to chew ice and he loves to play with hair
fears • being killed by a clown
dreams • Hopefully he can play professional baseball
secrets • He actually loves baseball more then soccer OMIGOSH!
overall • Kind, sweet, generous, shy, outgoing, helpful, funny
character history !
[/size][/color]mother • Samantha Benjamin/57/retired model
father • Ezekiel Benjamin/59/retired soccer player
siblings •
Oliver Benjamin/17/high school student
Jack Benjamin/19/college
pets • none
other family • none
overall •
Trent is the big brother of the three Benjamin bro's. He's the back bone and the support line for each one. He was born and raised in Manchester, England. Living with parents that were celebs was hard on Trent and Oliver. Jack seemed to love it, which Trent was surprised by. Trent was always the protector for each brother. He remembered bailing out his brothers too many times to count.
Of course, Trent was the first to go into soccer and of course, he had raw talent. No one could match his speed and out there, it looked as if no one was in his league. Trent though felt differently about the sport. He liked playing it, but what he truly wanted to play was baseball. There were a few leagues in Manchester and he found out that he was quite excellent at it.
More and more scouts were telling him that he was one of a kind player. They all told him about the players in America. So that's when he got the idea of moving to America. He was going to do his best to play in the Majors and so he moved to New york and started attending college there. He joined the baseball team and now, he hopes to get his big break.
about you !
[/color][/size][/center]your name • ben C:
your age • 17
roleplaying experience • 7 years
how you found us • through another site
roleplay sample •
Ben was about done with his cigarette when he saw a young girl walking to the elevators. He watched her for a second, cigarette in his left hand, beer in his right. He still had his arms crossed as he was leaning against the wall. He saw her eye him and he smiled softly at her. She turned away quickly. It made Ben laugh a little, almost like a snicker. He took when last puff of his cigarette, then threw it in the plastic plant. He got off the wall and took a drink of his beer. He peaked down the hallway and watched the lights and music blaring everywhere. He sighed and walked next to the girl. "Didn't like the party?" He asked her softly. He wasn't trying to seduce her, or to wrap her around his finger. He was just talking, too bad every time he talked, a girl's heat meter would go from two to twenty. He looked down at the girl and knew she was young, hell she looked way too young. He looked back down the hallway and then turned his head back to the doors.
When the elevator finally came, the doors opened slowly and Benny felt a tug in his chest. He could only think that meant go. He walked into the elevator with the new girl he just met. He finished off his beer quickly after that and set it down in the elevator. He was far from drunk, it took a lot to get him wasted and only a few people have ever seen it. He held his right arm as if it was hurt, but that's just how he liked to stand. Ben was weird like that. Ben has always done things or liked things that most people don't like. Most people don't like food from India, Ben does. Most people don't drink there coffee with a cold beer, Ben oddly does. He let go of his arm and looked down at his hand. He saw the words DROP, tattooed on his fingers. He loved tattoo's. The first tattoo that he had ever gotten was of a skull and a rose below his throat.
After that he couldn't stop getting tattoo's. He pretty much has covered his entire top half of his body with ink. That's just who he is. He likes to be different. I mean, that's what landed him a role. You could ask any famous actor or actress, were you ever really fucked up or weird when you were young? Ninety nine point nine percent of the time they'll always answer yes. Ben looked over at the girl again and now looked at her clothes. She looked like someone from the fifty's. He thought it was cute. He smiled softly and then turned his gaze away. "I'm Ben..." He said with a rough edge to it this time. "You are?" He asked her only because he saw her at the party.
If it was any other girl, he'd already be having sex with her. This girl felt different to Benny. She almost seemed pure to him, like a flower that shouldn't be touched but always cared for. He looked up at her face and looked at her full lips. He then looked at her eyes and smirked. he looked away again and saw the doors were open.
When the elevator finally came, the doors opened slowly and Benny felt a tug in his chest. He could only think that meant go. He walked into the elevator with the new girl he just met. He finished off his beer quickly after that and set it down in the elevator. He was far from drunk, it took a lot to get him wasted and only a few people have ever seen it. He held his right arm as if it was hurt, but that's just how he liked to stand. Ben was weird like that. Ben has always done things or liked things that most people don't like. Most people don't like food from India, Ben does. Most people don't drink there coffee with a cold beer, Ben oddly does. He let go of his arm and looked down at his hand. He saw the words DROP, tattooed on his fingers. He loved tattoo's. The first tattoo that he had ever gotten was of a skull and a rose below his throat.
After that he couldn't stop getting tattoo's. He pretty much has covered his entire top half of his body with ink. That's just who he is. He likes to be different. I mean, that's what landed him a role. You could ask any famous actor or actress, were you ever really fucked up or weird when you were young? Ninety nine point nine percent of the time they'll always answer yes. Ben looked over at the girl again and now looked at her clothes. She looked like someone from the fifty's. He thought it was cute. He smiled softly and then turned his gaze away. "I'm Ben..." He said with a rough edge to it this time. "You are?" He asked her only because he saw her at the party.
If it was any other girl, he'd already be having sex with her. This girl felt different to Benny. She almost seemed pure to him, like a flower that shouldn't be touched but always cared for. He looked up at her face and looked at her full lips. He then looked at her eyes and smirked. he looked away again and saw the doors were open.
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