Post by PILOT SAWYER on Jan 18, 2010 22:23:21 GMT -5
NAME: Pilot Quincy Sawyer.
NICKNAME: P Square, Pile, Q.
GENDER: male
AGE: Twenty-One.
ETHNICITY: British and Italian.
RELIGION: Non Practicing Catholic.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: PSquare sexual.
STATUS: divorced
OCCUPATION/GRADE: Photographer.
HAIR: Brown.
EYES: Green.
HEIGHT: 6'1.5
WEIGHT: More than five cupcakes.
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: Tattoo of a water lily on his shoulder blade.
PLAY BY: Danny Schwarz
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LIKES: his daughter Lily, photography, his many sisters, his father, his mother, jeans, sleeping in, parties, fast cars, being a father, gummie bears, cooking/home cooking, Britain, Italy, painting, one night stands.
DISLIKES: Clingy women, baby sitters, Clifford the Big Red Dog...that show is so not educational, anything that will remind him of his ex wife, divorce papers, lawyers, having not gone to college, death, blonds...his ex wife was blond, anyone trying to harm his daughter.
FEARS: Losing his daughter, losing his sisters, losing his father-all the same way he lost his mother, being vulnerable to someone all over again.
SECRETS: has one night stands to keep his bed warm, feels he isn't a good enough father.
HOBBIES: painting.
PERSONALITY:
Pilot is a sweet guy-usually. When it comes to people he cares about, he is very understanding, adorable, considerate, protective, and simply a great listener. He gives out advice that most people would follow and he seems simply down to earth and that nice guy no chick can ever really resist. He'll put on that oblivious heart breaker smile, give the puppy dog pout with his eyebrows scrunched to show he's upset, rub the back of his neck when he's embarrassed or guilty, and he just knows how to put a smile on a lady's face. He grew up primarily with women so he knows exactly what to say and how to act in order to get them mad, get under their skin, make them beg for more...*coughs* And well, he's a charmer and a heart breaker, but only because his own heart was broken. Before that he was nicer, not as assertive, and not so desperate to run away from relationships since he had a very big one that lead to a very epic failure on his part. He doesn't know how men work, and though he isn't opposed to the idea of being with another man (he can be a bit greedy...), he, despite being a man, doesn't know how to work them as well as women, which is why he primarily sticks to the vaginal side of the sex spectrum.
HE'S THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE -ELVIS
Of course, everyone has a bad side. His is fairly simple: he can be blunt, brutally honest, and simply not give two shits about everyone else-family excluded. His sisters, father, and daughter he would never harm but everyone else? He could care less if you were his boss. He still won't respect you if you do not respect him. In his world, everything is give and take. Ask and you shall receive. Though he does enjoy mind games, he isn't one to be playing games all the time. He knows when to get serious, he knows when to put someone in their place, but none of this really surfaced until he realized just how whipped he had been for the past few years. it took a cheating wife, daughter, father with cancer, rowdy women, and divorce papers to knock some sense into him that the good guy never wins. Thus, he hates being the good guy unless he can't help himself. Whenever he is angry, he got tired of holding it in and thus, now he'll let it out. He was never one for yelling, but he was always prone to violence as anyone is, and he tends to punch a wall-since he isn't one for punching people unless it is to knock someone out for having a one night stand with one of his sisters... He isn't someone to be messed with and if you push his buttons, you will get a reaction.
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FATHER: Tony Sawyer
MOTHER: Isabella Capaldi-Sawyer
SIBLINGS: (all females) Portia - 19, Peyton & Perry - 17, Persephone - 16, Pamela & Pris - 14.
PETS: a piglet named Mu.
HOMETOWN: Amalfi Coast, Italy.
HISTORY:
His life was uneventful. Lie. He had, thus far, a very hectic lifestyle. With seven children, his tiny home in Eastport, England, was always full. His father was a mechanic and his mother a maid. He was the first born, before his parents were married, in the small town his mother was born and raised in. Back then, his father was extremely wealthy. He was the heir to a huge oil company in the United States but because of problems with his family, he gave it all up to be with Pilot's mother who was a woman of no status. They wee young, he only eighteen and she only fifteen, but they made it work and ended up living in England. Pilot was always protective of his sisters, as they came along one by one. When the last twins were born, his mother passed away in labor and since then, his father has been a wreck. His father was, recently, diagnosed with heart cancer and since then has been hospitalized, his brother who eventually took the fortune of the family, finally appearing to help pay for the medical bills.
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WANT TO -LOON
But Pilot's life didn't truly have any real meaning until he met his future wife at the age of thirteen. They were inseparable, attached at the hip like no tomorrow. They were in love, though they started off as best friends. It became official when they were both eighteen and were married in England. Everything was perfect, in his eyes. He had gotten a job in the United States as the photographer of a huge fashion magazine called Vanity Fair, and he had gotten them an apartment and everything. She was even going to attend New York University and everything was going to be amazing. They would eventually move out to the mid west to have a nice country house...and everything was just...picture perfect. But, as most bumps go, when he was nineteen and they planned on moving, his youngest sister, Pris, passed away from an overdose. It was another blow to the large family and it made them stay in England longer than expected. He got a job with Vanity Fair but the London wing, and the two moved to London and decided that would be the city they would start their lives together. When his wife, Rosalie (was her name) found out she was pregnant that same year, Pilot seemed like the happiest man alive...
SAY GOODBYE TO ME -LOON
Rosalie had been cheating on him...and he didn't find out until after Lily was born and three months old. Rosalie left, high and dry, and took everything to his name. And in the DNA test, it turned out he wasn't the father of Lily. Regardless, he let her have everything in the divorce and in return he would keep custody of Lily. After spending almost a full year raising money, he moved to New York City with Lily to make a name for himself, which he did quite easily. With his good looks, charm, and Lily in his arms, he became one of the most famous photographers in the fashion industry. He was known for always being friends with the models-but never sleeping with them...Everyone he slept with was never associated with work and thus they always thought he simply concentrated fully on Lily-which he actually did. His life revolved around her. Just a few months ago, he moved to South Hampton, needing some fresh and cold air instead of that of the Concrete Jungle known as New York City. He is still a photographer and Lily just recently turned a year old. Despite having no resemblance to Pilot, he loves her as if she were his own, even getting a tattoo of a Lily on his left shoulder blade in her honor. Without her-he knew he would be nothing. [/ul]
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NAME: Avocado
GENDER: Female
AGE: 18
OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a
EXPERIENCE: 7-8 years.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:
Somewhere in the middle of her partying over at Ampersand she ended up here at Pretty Kitty with a few of her druggie friends. She also ended up in the back, shooting up, drinking, having her usual fun though a bit more hard core than usual. Why? She just had this terrible feeling that something big was coming up. Not homecoming...she could care less about the dance and game which is probably why she never won homecoming queen-she left that to Phee because she deserved it. Whatever it was it was giving her this strange feeling she couldn't get rid of. The best way to get rid of said feeling was to have no feeling whatsoever. Which lead to where she was now, away from the back rooms after having her fun, and sitting in one of the coves, some stripper giving her a lap dance as she smirked and then laughed every once in a while. She wasn't getting turned on but she was getting more action than half the men in here as she put fives, tens, twenties, and hundreds into random panties, not caring that she was spending money. Money was nothing to her-it never had been. Nothing but a symbol of popularity and self gain.
So eventually Nancy got up and was up on the stage, some innuendo filled song and sensual beats blasting through the speakers as she moved her hips to the beat as if she had been stripping her whole life. She took off one shirt and then the other so she was in her lacy navy blue bra, one long leg going up and then the other around the pole so she was upside down and spinning down, reaching the bottom and doing a split, a smirk on her face as men whistled. She was having a good, high, and drunk time. No harm in that right? She didn't care who was watching.
The young teenager simply rolled with the punches, somehow ending up in nothing but her matching bra, panties, and heels, her clothing strewn across the stage as she danced with other strippers, alone, with anyone really-the stage was practically thrust upon her lap.
Truth be told, the female was feeling a bit down lately. Maybe it was the distance she could feel growing between her and her two year relationship with Shiloh or maybe it was that she was staying home less and less, not wanting to face Sid because she just felt...guilty. It was wrong of them to love each other the way they did...She was madly in love with the wrong person and truth be told she was hoping Shiloh could sort of turn that around for her because God knew she was so screwed in the head...
But she kept dancing as if mesmerized, people in the crowd dancing and she eventually joining them, her hair falling over her face as she stood their dancing in her knickers much like the other strippers. To be or not to be...
She would prefer the latter.
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