Post by jess1z1 on Jun 3, 2009 16:11:59 GMT -5
WE HAD A GOOD RUN
EVEN I HAVE TO ADMIT
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daniel ashlan sterling
[/i][/font][/size][/center]EVEN I HAVE TO ADMIT
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daniel ashlan sterling
[/center][/blockquote]"gotta roll, can't stand still"
"got a flaming heart, can't get my fill"
[/font][/size]my name is jess. i've been role playing for 5 years. everyone knows i'm a bitching girl. this world has had my footprints stamped all over it for 20 years. you know my oh so famous characters no one[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]*
WE DIDN'T COME TO COMPETE
THIS IS A DEMONSTRATION
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THIS IS A DEMONSTRATION
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NAME: Daniel Ashlan Sterling.
NICKNAME: Any variation of Daniel. Dane, Danny, Dano, Dan, you name it.
GENDER: Male.
AGE AND DATE OF BIRTH: Twenty-two. July twentythird.
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual.
STATUS: Single.
RELIGION: Atheist.
YEAR: Graduate.
MAJOR: Gastronomy.
PB: Jim Sturgess.
KICK DRUM BEAT IN MY CHEST AGAIN
WE WILL NEVER BELIEVE AGAIN
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WE WILL NEVER BELIEVE AGAIN
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DANIEL LIKES: Marijuana, ecstasy, lsd, blow, crystal, pain pills, alcohol, tobacco, the tracks, betting on sports, betting on anything, illegal dealings, blondes, brunettes, redheads, card games, sky diving (he's done it twice and hopes to do it again sometime soon), water skiing, his grandfather, snowboarding, diving from tall cliffs, drag races, speeding, cars, motorcycles, baking, running with the bulls (done only once but will definitely repeat), sex, hiking, kayaking, snorkeling, cycling, waverunners, swimming, dancing, the elements, classic rock, going to pubs, going to clubs, sweets, heights, speed, water, animals.
DANIEL DISLIKES: Mornings, being patronized, having to socialize in his parents' world, combing his hair, shaving, potatoes in any shape or form, plain soda (gotta have something to mix it with), spicy food, hiccups, puking, citric smells, the feel of new shoes, slow technology, shitty weather, clingy girls, court citations, scented candles, being reminded just how bloody irresponsible he is, responsibility, crying girls, coffee, coconut, Barry Manilow, being alone with his father, conventional dates, gossip, high-maintenance girls, weird massages, Dr. Phil, vultures.
PERSONALITY: adrenaline-junkie – many things junkie (and not far from being an actual junkie), Daniel finds it thrilling to explore earth, water and air and everything each element has to offer. Whatever gets his heart racing, his blood pumping, makes him feel alive, he seeks it. He can’t sit still and he can’t stop living life to the fullest, feeling every emotion to the extreme, squeezing every experience for what it’s worth. And it all sounds very romantic when you put it like that; makes seem sound both profound and fearless when really Daniel Sterling is just a hyperactive young man with not much lose.
reckless – it’s a word often used by other to describe him. When faced with an obstacle, Daniel won’t give the possible solutions much thought before going with the one that sounds best to him and just applying it roughly. It’s like he’s not even aware that to every decision there’s consequences, it’s just not something that he stops and ponders about. Even though he prefers actions to words (throwing fists instead of being diplomatic), the same process of thought applies here: he never really thinks before speaking. And he doesn’t find anything wrong with that. Why does everybody gets so worked up about it? He’s only speaking his mind.
care-free – might be that he never really had to work for something in his life that he takes a lot of things for granted. He was always quick to spend his father’s money, misuse his cars, the family beach house and anything that he knew would be easily repaired or replaced. It’s hard to get him to sweat about something. The night before a big test you’d find him at a party getting high, or joking with the police officers while he’s being searched, flirting with a waitress after losing big at a poker game. Maybe that’s why he’s never been able to have a romantic relationship for very long.
loving – just because he appears to go through life with nothing to lose, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t value the people who love him and whom he loves in return. His relationship with his father, though strained, wasn’t always like this and Daniel is sure that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for a member of his family. Towards his mother he’s very affectionate, as well as towards his beloved grandfather and he’s always warm with old acquaintances, good friends and the people around him. He might not be the most stable companion but that’s something none of his girlfriend could ever complain about: getting affection.
dedicated – alright, he could have devoted a little more time and effort to school. Or relationships. But those were never things that really get the attention of a young man who knows there’s always something greater out there. When something does grab it, though, you can be sure Daniel will be relentless. Going to bed with the most frigid girl in school. Learning how to sky dive. Getting the cake frosting just right. His attention never wavers when it comes to something like this. He’ll push and practice and eventually dominate the art until it’s time to move on to something else. But that’s why you’ll never eat a mediocre muffin coming from him, that’s the one area in which he is a perfectionist.
procrastinator – it’s not that he’s lazy, because he’s not, but Daniel is aware of the fact that he works so much better under pressure. His mind is always clear in situations of stress and he’s good for emergencies (he has to be given the fact that most of his hobbies involve quick reflexes and have highly negative odds against). When something is simple, he’ll simply just do it right then, get it over with. But when something is going to be challenging and require all of his mental capacity, he’ll put it off until the last minute and always somehow get it done.
extrovert – Daniel makes friends quite easily. He gets along with most anybody and is able to find allies in practically anybody he meets. There’s always at least one person on his side. He likes to have a laugh and judges absolutely no one which is maybe why people feel comfortable around him, knowing they can just be themselves. If you have a weird fetish, you can tell Danny because he won’t make fun of you or tell you how sick you are, if he’s got an opinion at all. He might only joke about it like he usually does when a situation is turning obscure.
genuine – no matter who he’s with, Daniel doesn’t change. He hasn’t got a formal self and a casual self and he’s not one person around his friends and another around his parents or around strangers. He doesn’t watch his language depending on where he is. He doesn’t keep much from his family that he doesn’t from his peers. He knows who he is and if asked to act differently, he’d find it very difficult. It’s just easier to have little to nothing to hide and not worry about impressions and protocol.
ephemeral dark moods – when you get Daniel angry, you’re likely to get either punched in the face or insulted, depending on who you are (he’d hardly dare throw a punch at his father or at a woman). You might get him to storm off and slam or break something. When his temper rises, Daniel needs a loud bang to make his point, to properly get across just what he’s feeling. Don’t expect him to discuss the situation civilly or to sulk for a long time. Once he’s managed to let it all out through one of the aforementioned methods, the anger will subside fairly quickly.
straight-forward - Daniel doesn't talk about people behind their back, nor does he like gossip. When somebody comes along with some juicy bit of information, he wanders off elsewhere unisterested. It's likely that if Daniel feels strongly about something that concerns you, you'll hear about it from him. Otherwise, he keeps the 'i like you's and 'i dislike you's to himself. Surely, if he likes you or not, you'll notice, never fear. He's quite transparent.
SECRETS: He stumbled upon some exfoliating scrub once and loved it. And one time he caught his parents having sex (he decided that never talking about it would be the best way to get over it). His dad's vintage mustang wasn't stolen and no thief beat the pulp out of Daniel (he crashed into a tree and then pushed the car into a near by lake). Oh yeah, he has read The Outsiders by Susan Hinton about five hundred times.
FEARS: Cockroaches (they're fucking smarter than they let on). His business never taking off (which would mean never proving his father wrong). Being rooted to one spot for the rest of his life (Daniel was not made for staying still). And finally he dreads the day he might lose his grandfather (either because he dies or sees his grandson's true colours).
GOALS: In the near future, to go on a date with Ms. Silver and get his scuba diving certificate so he can scuba in Australia. In the long term, to get a cooking show of his own. But of course, he has to get open his business first and that should be his main goal for now (and he might need to get a loan since daddy is reluctant to help). Although what he really is set on is baking a file into a cake, in case somebody needs to break out of prison.
I CAN MAKE YOUR HEART SLOW
I CAN FEEL THE WEATHER IN MY BONES
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I CAN FEEL THE WEATHER IN MY BONES
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MOTHER'S NAME: Diane [née Craine] Slinger.
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION: Owns a scented candle shop.
FATHER'S NAME: Bernard Michael Slinger.
FATHER'S OCCUPATION: CEO of an international airline.
SIBLINGS: N/A.
EXTENDED FAMILY: His cousin. His grandfather, Ashlan Michael Slinger, a retired pilot and the one who always supports Daniel's decisions.
NATIONALITY: English.
HOMETOWN: London, England.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England.
BEST MEMORY:"The first time my grandfather took on a trip just the two of us. We went to Switzerland. To the 007 Bungee Jumping Centre in Ticino, the highest jump in the world. It was a great start for all that came after. Even though he didn’t jump with me, he was right behind me, hand on my shoulder, until the last few seconds before I took the plunge."
WORST MEMORY:"It’s hard enough to fuck up and the have to admit it to your parents. It’s even harder yet to have to ask them for help when you know it’s gonna come with at least an ‘I told you so’. And then for them to just abandon you there… to leave you wondering how you’ll make it out. It’s low. And it’s not nice. I think that’s when my relationship with my father finally snapped, when he left me in jail."
HISTORY: Daniel was a loved child. His parents were always good to him and he was partially raised by his paternal grandfather who always tried to be as involved as possible in his grandchild’s life, spoiling him and teaching him things that his father, for obvious reasons, couldn’t pass on to him (such as an extensive filthy vocabulary and which porn magazines were classier). Daniel never lacked anything, really. He had a good healthy and economically stable family (they were pretty well-off, in fact) who showered him with what he needed and wanted. As an only child, Daniel was both a blessing and an official bearer of the family name. Plus, with the amount of energy the boy exploited, Diane and Bernard felt no need to have any more children.
His impetuous spirit was always fed by his parents and he was encouraged to take part in various physical activities at school and around town. At least in the beginning. When he was small, there was never a soccer game that his father would miss and both his parents admired his ability to relate to others, no matter their background or status. He was always surrounded by friends and up to something mischievous with them. School wasn’t his forte even then and Bernard was forced to apply strict punishment and resort to firm disciplinary methods measure to make sure that Daniel put the required effort for not being held back. It wasn’t so bad, though. His son had other valuable qualities.
As Daniel grew up, the activities he was involved in started becoming less and less acceptable as well as the company he liked to keep. Sneaking out at night, stealing the car and racing wasn’t something his father approved of. Yet, his grandfather would always defend him and he was the one to introduce Daniel to various extreme sports. He liked adrenaline, his gramps thought it was admirable and he would make sure he got it in a safe way. Every holiday period he would take Daniel to a different part of the world to try a new rush. He watched as his grandson learned to water ski, sky dive, snowboard, et cetera. Daniel will always be grateful for it. And on the side, he began experimenting with other kinds of rush on his own: illegal substances.
The teachers at school, noticing how the young man had a lot of energy to spare and an unfulfilled need to experience life, advised both him and his parents to find artistic ways for him to express himself. He joined the drama club but skipped rehearsals, they enrolled him in an art class but he started paint fights with the other students, and finally they bought him a guitar. Daniel formed a band with a couple of classmates and learned to play a few heavy metal covers. Funnily enough, it was through the band that he discovered what he really wanted to do with his life. They’d gather in his house, it being the largest one, and play for a while before Daniel sneaked into the kitchen to bake special brownies. His bandmates started spreading the word that Daniel’s special brownies were the best and soon more people started requesting some. Eventually, he found himself baking not only special pastry goods, but also regular ones and noticed that he was actually really good at it.
He went on to study the art of gastronomy while taking courses on restaurant administration with the hopes of starting a business of his own, doing what he loved and was good at (besides sex). But his personal life was still filled with reckless deeds and due to this, his relationship with his father became weaker and weaker, forcing him to turn to his grandfather more and more. The first time that he got arrested, his father was there to bail him out and tell him off. But the second time, Bernard refused to help and forbid his wife to do so as well. From then on, it’s his grandfather who goes to his aid when runs into trouble with the law or ends up at the hospital. And when Dan’s too ashamed to ask him for help, he calls his cousin.
At current, he’s attempting to start a business but he needs money. His father refuses to help and his grandfather is unable to. The problem is, with his criminal record, asking for a loan is almost out of the question.
BABY YOU'RE A CLASSIC
LIKE A LITTLE BLACK DRESS
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LIKE A LITTLE BLACK DRESS
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ROLE PLAY WORD: --
Dameon knew Raymond Fawcett was at the Thief Strip Club every Wednesday. There was a 2x1 special on Wednesdays. The cheap bastard. Dameon had arrived early and sat on one of the tables right below the main stage, discretely keeping an eye on the entrance for Fawcett.
The joint was filling up quickly, it was only the third number. Some of the men were already drunk when they arrived, the rich guys were the worst and Dameon had to struggle to keep the disgust out of his features. But his only focus that night was Fawcett and on him he would be able to let out all of his discontent.
"Another one." Dameon told the waitress as she bent to retrieve his empty glass of coke. Yeas, coke. Dameon liked to keep his head as clear as possible while doing a job. The waitress bent low enough to flash Dameon a good amount of cleavage while shooting him a nice smile. He thought she deserved a little
something for doing her job properly and slipped a couple of bills in between those breasts. He looked over his shoulder to watch her retreat and found that Fawcett was coming through the door right at that instant. Like the rest of the pathetic scumbags that had already invaded Thief, Raymond seemed to have started the night earlier, which only served to Dameon's purpose.
He allowed Fawcett and the guy he was with to settle and get comfortable. They were several tables away from him but not out of sight. Fifteen minutes passed before Dameon called the waitress again but this time to send an expensive bottle to one Raymond Fawcett. He waited a few minutes and then watched as the girl approached the other table with a fine bottle of scotch, murmured to the pair and nodded in his direction. The two men looked up and Dameon raised one hand in a short, amicable wave. The waitress walked away from them and Raymond, just as Dameon had expected, looked skeptical as he spoke to his companion.
In a few seconds, the other guy was standing up and heading towards Dameon, who finished his drink and welcomed him with an easy pose.
"Hey." Said the guy.
"Hey." Replied Dameon. "That Raymond Fawcett, innit?"
"Yeah. How d'you know him?"
"I'm a... faithful user. Owe him a lot. Does he like me gift?"
The man looked weary. "Yeah. He says why don't you join him?"
Dameon looked excited as he stood from his seat. "Yer, gladly, gladly." They walked back ot Fawcett's table, all the while Dameon looking pleased and slightly hammered. He waited to be offered a seat and took it eagerly.
"A user." Explained the other guy.
Fawcett sat across from Dameon and eyed him a bit before leaning over the table towards him. They looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds, Dameon with a stupid smile, Fawcett with a stony expression. Dameon could see he was quite off by the size of his pupils. The stone soon melted and the man started laughing, spitting in Dameon's face as he did so, but Dameon laughed with him.
"Where you from, kid?" Fawcett leaned back in his seat and nodded towards his companion to open the bottle.
Dameon started telling Fawcett about his life in Mannerton Drive and about his job as a PR agent in a respected narcotics company and about his desire to expand 'if you know what i mean', all of which were nonexistent. In two hours, Dameon had managed to make Fawcett buy him a lapdance and offered to him one of his cubans. Cheap cubans, but Dameon took it. The bottle of Scotch was almost empty but the night was young and it was time to lure Raymond out of the joint but as of the universe was trying to make things easier for Dameon, it was the latter who proposed they get out of there.
Fawcett invited Dameon to join a Blow Buffey Party in Riverview Avenue to which Dameon once more looked excited about. Fawcett insisted on paying the bill and spanked a few waitresses as they walked out of the club through the back door.
"My limo's around the corner."
"Fuck! We're going in a limo?!" Dameon exclaimed.
"'Course, kid. What're you thinking." Fawcett laughed raucously once more and Dameon was glad he was not within reach of his spit. "Hey how about we take a few of these girls to the- what the fuck?" The man's expression abruptly changed when he saw his butler, or whatever he was, hitting the floor, a red stain spreading on the ground and then Dameon pointing a gun at him.
Moments later, Dameon was reentering Thief and taking one of the empty tables in the back, ready to have a nice drink and properly enjoy the show after depositing Fawcett's and his companion's bodies in the trash.
The joint was filling up quickly, it was only the third number. Some of the men were already drunk when they arrived, the rich guys were the worst and Dameon had to struggle to keep the disgust out of his features. But his only focus that night was Fawcett and on him he would be able to let out all of his discontent.
"Another one." Dameon told the waitress as she bent to retrieve his empty glass of coke. Yeas, coke. Dameon liked to keep his head as clear as possible while doing a job. The waitress bent low enough to flash Dameon a good amount of cleavage while shooting him a nice smile. He thought she deserved a little
something for doing her job properly and slipped a couple of bills in between those breasts. He looked over his shoulder to watch her retreat and found that Fawcett was coming through the door right at that instant. Like the rest of the pathetic scumbags that had already invaded Thief, Raymond seemed to have started the night earlier, which only served to Dameon's purpose.
He allowed Fawcett and the guy he was with to settle and get comfortable. They were several tables away from him but not out of sight. Fifteen minutes passed before Dameon called the waitress again but this time to send an expensive bottle to one Raymond Fawcett. He waited a few minutes and then watched as the girl approached the other table with a fine bottle of scotch, murmured to the pair and nodded in his direction. The two men looked up and Dameon raised one hand in a short, amicable wave. The waitress walked away from them and Raymond, just as Dameon had expected, looked skeptical as he spoke to his companion.
In a few seconds, the other guy was standing up and heading towards Dameon, who finished his drink and welcomed him with an easy pose.
"Hey." Said the guy.
"Hey." Replied Dameon. "That Raymond Fawcett, innit?"
"Yeah. How d'you know him?"
"I'm a... faithful user. Owe him a lot. Does he like me gift?"
The man looked weary. "Yeah. He says why don't you join him?"
Dameon looked excited as he stood from his seat. "Yer, gladly, gladly." They walked back ot Fawcett's table, all the while Dameon looking pleased and slightly hammered. He waited to be offered a seat and took it eagerly.
"A user." Explained the other guy.
Fawcett sat across from Dameon and eyed him a bit before leaning over the table towards him. They looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds, Dameon with a stupid smile, Fawcett with a stony expression. Dameon could see he was quite off by the size of his pupils. The stone soon melted and the man started laughing, spitting in Dameon's face as he did so, but Dameon laughed with him.
"Where you from, kid?" Fawcett leaned back in his seat and nodded towards his companion to open the bottle.
Dameon started telling Fawcett about his life in Mannerton Drive and about his job as a PR agent in a respected narcotics company and about his desire to expand 'if you know what i mean', all of which were nonexistent. In two hours, Dameon had managed to make Fawcett buy him a lapdance and offered to him one of his cubans. Cheap cubans, but Dameon took it. The bottle of Scotch was almost empty but the night was young and it was time to lure Raymond out of the joint but as of the universe was trying to make things easier for Dameon, it was the latter who proposed they get out of there.
Fawcett invited Dameon to join a Blow Buffey Party in Riverview Avenue to which Dameon once more looked excited about. Fawcett insisted on paying the bill and spanked a few waitresses as they walked out of the club through the back door.
"My limo's around the corner."
"Fuck! We're going in a limo?!" Dameon exclaimed.
"'Course, kid. What're you thinking." Fawcett laughed raucously once more and Dameon was glad he was not within reach of his spit. "Hey how about we take a few of these girls to the- what the fuck?" The man's expression abruptly changed when he saw his butler, or whatever he was, hitting the floor, a red stain spreading on the ground and then Dameon pointing a gun at him.
Moments later, Dameon was reentering Thief and taking one of the empty tables in the back, ready to have a nice drink and properly enjoy the show after depositing Fawcett's and his companion's bodies in the trash.
