Post by glen on Mar 8, 2013 0:53:23 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] Glen Howard Bartlett  ------------------------------------------------- HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW? Well I'm Glen. Glen Howard Bartlett, but no one has called me by my full name since I was five. I'm 19 now, so it's been a while since anyone has bothered to use more then my first name. I'm a squirrel. No, what the hell do you think I am? I'm talking so obviously I'm a human or a damn impressive robot from the future, as far as I know nothing else has gotten good at the whole speech thing. What else is there to say I'm a guy who likes girls, though I made out with a guy once on a dare I wasn't impressed with the overall experience. SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF. Well I'd like to think I look just like James Dean, but my friends say I look more like that actor Jeremy Allen White. I'm about average height and weight. Agnes this old lady that used to live next to me, she said I had bedroom eyes. You know big, light blue, soulful eyes that made women want to follow me anywhere. I wish old Agnes was right. I mean I'm a decent looking guy but I'm no model. I have a nose that's a little big, a jaw that's a little weak, my lips are...I don't know regular lips. My hair is brown and wavy, aside from the occasional trim I just sort of let it do it's own thing. I've got a bunch of scars, mostly from doing stupid stuff as a kid. I've got a scar across my right knee, and right elbow. I've got a scar across my left shin. I have a whole bunch of little burns on my hands from learning how to do lighter tricks. I also have your name tattooed on my ass. No literally I have “Your name” written across my butt cheek, what can I say it's always good for a laugh or scamming a free drink. I don't have much in the way of personal style, I don't really understand people that do. Usually I wear jeans and a t-shirt. If it's cold I'll throw on a hoodie or flannel jacket, if it's warm I go sleeveless and maybe throw on some shorts, if I'm feeling lazy (which is usually the case) I'll go out in my bath robe and boxers. I wear flip flops or sneakers, and aside from a watch I don't wear jewelry. None of the things I wear usually match very well, but I don't care too much about that. I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER! I always feel weird when people ask me to describe my personality. It's like how can anyone narrow themselves down to a few neat sentences, people are way more complex then that. I mean I'm a pretty mellow guy, I don't usually let things get to me. On the other hand I like to screw with people sometimes play with expectations of people who are a little too harsh and judgmental. I can't resist throwing a bit of sarcasm at cops and other authority figures, because lets face it people like that take life way too seriously. Generally I try to be a good person, but I can't stand stupid rules. Obviously like anyone I've got some serious flaws. I'm lazy as hell, I smoke way too much, and I generally choose the worst times to mouth off. Still I'm not all bad I get along pretty well with most people, I know how to keep a level head in bad situations, and I'm pretty smart. People generally don't know that about me. They look at me and think I'm just some stoner, which is true, but as mellow as I am and as often as I get high I've still a good head on my shoulders. People underestimate me, and I do nothing to correct them. You see I'm a survivor. No one feels threatened by the nice stoner guy so they leave me alone. Do they have a reason to feel threatened in the first place, no. Still when your living in the rough end of town people will attack each other just to get a leg up. When you make it clear to everyone that you don't care about power, don't want any more money then you need to scrape by, and aren't stupid enough to go after anyone elses girl they leave you alone. Hell some of them even like you. I like to garden, okay I mostly grow illegal plants in my basement for profit but it still counts. I love good music, good tv shows, and good food. I like to cook, I'm actually pretty good at it if I do say so myself. If you didn't get this already I can't stand people that are uptight, judgmental, or violent. I'm also completely terrified of clowns, though I would appreciate it if you didn't share that with anyone. I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRIGUING! So you really want to know my story, the whole ugly truth of it? Basically my Mom was a junkie, and to be honest I don't even think she knew who my father was. She wasn't a bad person or anything she just couldn't handle life sober. Really it's a miracle I came out okay, that I wasn't damaged by whatever she took when she was pregnant with me. So, anyway I know my Mom loved me but around the time I turned five she realized that she couldn't take care of me. Hell even back then I kind of knew it. I can't remember much about my life with her but she's kept in touch over the years. She would send me birthday cards that were months late, or stop in to see a school play wasted. Like I said she isn't a bad person, she was just a complete mess. I was in the foster care system for a few years, and that was pretty bad. I mean I didn't go to any of the horror houses you sometimes hear about, but I always knew I was more of an income scheme then a beloved child. Sometime around when I turned ten my grandpa came and fished me out of the system. He was a good man, a total hard ass but a good man. We butted heads most of the time, but I kind of had to respect him. I wasn't with him for too long, I ran away and found my way to my mother. I took care of her more then she took care of me, and it wasn't long till I ended up back with the state.This time it was actually pretty good, had some nice foster parents and lived with five other kids who were pretty cool. I'm glad I got to spend a lot of time with her, she ended up disappearing a few months later. No one knows what happened to her, but then again no one looks to hard when someone like that goes away. I'd like to think she found a nice guy and is traveling around the world with him, but I sincerely doubt it. I know that this is all sounding like some sort of sob story, but it's not. You know why I'm still here. You know you gotta love people flaws and all, same thing goes with life. I know I'm a low level pot dealer in a very messed up section of the city, but I'm happy. I'm alive, I got friends. When my Grandfather died he left the house to me, so I always have a roof over my head. I've had to go through some bad stuff in my past, but I'm about living in the now. You look around and there are a million different people with a million different sob stories, and who is to say one is worse then another. Not everyone would think this, but I'm pretty content with my life right now. AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU? It's Queenie here, Glen is my second character my first one is the lovely Megara Adrastos RP SAMPLE Do I have to do this for my second character? |
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