Post by Zackary Logan on Nov 27, 2007 19:22:31 GMT -5
: O U T . O F . C H A R A C T E R ;;
Name: Alex
Age: 17
Other Characters: None
Where Did You Find Emery University? Wicked Hogwarts
{ I N . C H A R A C T E R }
Character Name: Zackary James Logan
Age: 19
Orientation: Male
Birthplace: New York
GPA: 3.0
Clique: Scene Kids (hehe can i be king? bwhaha)
Major && Minor: (What are you taking) Music, Photography
What year are you entering: College Freshman
Appearance:
Zack has mid-length black hair, that is done like most boys of the emotive persuasion. It looks swept to the side, going over his eyebrows and part of his eyes. He washes it everyday, loving his hair and wanting to make sure it always looks fine. Other than washing it, he doesn't really do anything to it. He doesnt color it or go all crazy. He just likes to be himself.
He has the iciest blue eyes you'll ever see. They almost look like Marilyn Manson contacts. That's possibly the best thing about his appearance. He has normal guy eyebrows, kind of bushy but not caveman-bushy. He never tells anyone, but he does shorten them if they do get too big. He likes to look clean. He's not a fanatic about his looks, but he's like any teenager. He does want to look good. Never know who you're going to run into.
Has has a really nice smile, another good feature. He has naturally sharp canines, especially since he's a vampire. He doesn't tell anyone though. How do you tell people that you're going to be sixteen for the rest of your life? You can't do that and expect people to just believe you. It eats him up inside slowly, especially because no matter how much he fell in lvoe, he couldn't be with them forever--unless he turned them.
As for piercings and tattoo's, he does have snake-bites. He treasures them, really. He got them when he went to a muggle mall and had them done by his cousin that worked inside a gothy store. He does have a tattoo, but nobody knows about it. They are black wings that span from shoulder-blade to shoulder-blade, on his back.
Clothing and style-wise, he usually wears faded jeans and a band t-shirt, but it varies. Sometimes he likes to wear skinny jeans, or girl-jeans, as they call them. He only wears those when he really wants to be noticed. All his faded jeans fit him pretty snug anyway. His band shirts sometimes vary to button-ups and some kind of shirt you'd get an american hot-topic. As for shoes, he likes to wear converses, black and white checkered converses are his favorites. He likes anything studded, spanning from bracelets to belts.
Personality:
&&. Nice
&&. Smart
&&. Quiet
&&. Shy
&&. Loves Photography
&&. Caring
&&. Very Sarcastic
&&. Fun-Loving
&&. A Complete Dork (In a good way...)
&&. Artistic
&&. Goofy around Friends
&&. Charming
Likes:
[x] Girls
[x] Guys
[x] Photography
[x] Drawing
[x] Music
[x] Friends
[x] Family
[x] Hanging Out
[x] Taking Pictures of People
[x] Being Goofy
[x] Guys with Piercings
[x] Rocker Girls
Dislikes:
[x] Snobs
[x] B*tches
[x] Dumb Blondes
[x] Dumb Jocks
[x] People Who Look Down on Others
[x] Country Music
[x] Drunks
[x] Drunk Driving
[x] Disappointing Others
[x] People who complain about their parents
History:
The clock stuck midnight on the night before halloween, cries flooding a hospital room. An adult man seemed to by crying and screaming more than the baby that was just concieved. The baby had bright blue eyes; almost violet. He weight 9 1/2 pounds and was cute as a button, according to Joanna Logan, the woman having just delivered the baby. "We'll call him Zackary.", the woman exclaimed. And that was the history of how Zackary came to be, skipping all of the bad stuff.
It was a day and a half later, but finally, Jamison and Joanna Logan got to take their baby home. Jamison had the pure black hair and Joanna had bright crystal eyes, which were the layout of Zackary's looks, besides his fathers lips and face structure. The baby Zackary were their pride and joy, their most prized posession, if you will. In an instant, he was so spoiled with love, which made him such an mischevious little boy growing up. He always knew he was magical, and he always used to make things float around to annoy his parents. But they knew he'd be more mischevious if they kept him in New York City. They then moved to London, England.
Through his toddler years, he went to a New York School, but then his parents took him out when he was in second grade, moving to London, England. They wanted him to get out of New York to get a good education so he could go to Emery.
All the bags where packed and the trunk of their car gone. They were leaving 3 hours early so they'd have time to get to Diagon Alley and get all of his stuff. After getting all of his stuff, they made their way towards the train station, but that's where the trouble would begin.
As Jamison drove his family down the streets, they had to turn down a back road. All seemed well. Joanna was singing along with the radio and Zackary was taking pictures of the scenery with his little plastic camera. But with one flash of his camera, he caught the sight of a car coming at them, before there was a big crash, the woman in the front screaming and Zackary blacking out.
Zackary didn't wake up for about 6 hours. It was nighttime by then and he was in a hospital bed, cuts and bruises on himself. He sat up, remembering the crash and taking his IV out, running through the halls, where he was told that his parents didn't make it. His mother put her seat back over Zackary to protect him. There was a magical barrier over him too. His parents sacrificed themselves. The next day, he went to Emery Academy with a heavy heart, the way he resided until he grew up to be 15 or 16.
When he hit puberty, even at 13 or 14, he'd become interested in the opposite sex, always trying to find a girl to talk to. He'd been a healthy adolescent boy, until he started hanging out with a group of friends. They did all kinds of risky things, like drugs. That's how Zackary came to smoke cigarettes, which he still does. At the age of sixteen, Zackary started going to parties with his friends--mostly underground rave's. He had a lot of friends that he liked to fool around with--both genders. He was drunk when he was with the same sex, or so he tells people.
Now, he's nineteen and going to Emery University.
Sample RP: (4 Paragraphs Minimum)
From up here the city lights burn, like a thousand miles of fire.
And I'm here to sing this anthem of our dying day.
Bright lights invaded the young boys mind as Zack lay in his room, tossing and turning. He was having yet another weird dream, maybe even a nightmare. He tossed and turned, the dream becoming clearer. It was a car that he was in, bright lights shining like fire coming towards him. Suddenly his whole world crashed as the lights slammed into him. The dream seemed to pass by in a flash of light, the next image being him at a crime scene. He was in a torn-up shirt and jeans that had a blood stain on it from where the door crashed into his leg.
Icy blue eyes looked down at two bodies on the ground. His bright eyes illuminated unnaturally, the image of his dreams shaking like some kind of movie effect, or a dark music video. He looked down at his parents, his lips quivering as he looked at his destroyed family. He was reliving the night when he lost everything. His parents, his world. The image shook with a flash of bright light, his eyes shooting open in reality.
As Zack looked around, hsi eyes watered. He huddled his knee's up to his face, choking on tears from remembering that night. Numerous people came to his side, seeing one boy go out the door. "Im fine.", he choked on a tear and got on some faded jeans and his white button-up school shirt. He walked downstairs, his eyes still red and buffy, shining to the volocity of the dream.
He sat down on the couch of the Interhouse Quad. Apparantely it was a new addition to Hogwarts where people from all houses could sit and be with their friends. He grabbed his magical mp3 player. See, technology wouldn't work unless enchanted, because Hogwarts was hidden and electronics didn't work. He turned it on and put on Story of the Year, his eyes turning a cold blue, thinking of the dream.
Custom Tag: (Optional) Scene Kidz King (if i could)
Zackyface
Color: (Favorite) FFFFFF
Food: (Favorite) Pizza
Shape: (Favorite) Star
Place: (Favorite) New York
Subject: (Favorite && Lest) English && History
Other Information: N/A
