Post by fletcher on Jul 16, 2011 7:41:21 GMT
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sunshine, there ain’t a thing that you can do that’s gunna ruin my night'[/center]
sunshine, there ain’t a thing that you can do that’s gunna ruin my night'[/center]
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"Hey ! My name is Fletcher Octavius O’ Riley, but some people call me Fletch, Gus, or Gus Gus. There's really no limit to the stuff you could call me though. Some people have even called me Casper cause i'm such a friendly ghost. I am 130 years old, but I look like twenty three. I’m a ghost that helps the light side because light is better! I'm a guy...obviously *laughs* Even though i could see where you could kind of see me as a girl because of my awesome hair. I am a heterosexual. Girls are what make the wirld go around! Hasn't anyone ever told you that? *laughs* Lovely to meet you. "
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
"I have long dark, slightly wavy hair that comes to about my shoulders. I have two lip piercings, in the middle of my bottom lip, and one in the middle of my upper lip. I have a bunch tattoos on my chest, arms, and stomach. I am a skinny dude. I only weigh about one hundred and fifty pounds. I have brown eyes and I kind of look Mexican I think my Uncle was a Mexican... I'd have to look through the family tree though, but I dont have it with me, so oh well! I'm about 5’ 8”. I like to dress in jeans, t-shirts or tank tops, and any kind of shoes are alright, but i like slip on shoes because they're easy to put on and go. I’m not really picky about them. People say I look lot like Mike Fuentes, but I don't even know who he is."
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
STRENGTHS:
- making people laugh
- being himself at all times
- having fun
WEAKNESSES:
- humans
- drinking/smoking, and not being able to do it anymore
- other ghosts
LIKES
- having fun
- being around people or other ghosts
- doing stupid things
- joking around with people
- scaring people
DISLIKES
- the lack of drinking/smoking
- prudes
- not having anything to do
- having to be inside for long periods of time sometimes
- being cynical sometimes
HABITS
- plays with his lips rings
- sighs a lot
FEARS
- never being able to move on from being a ghost
- having to watch people die
DESIRES
- find someone that can entertain him in the afterlife that is a ghost
- move on and go to wherever it leads him
SECRETS
- died a virgin
OVERALL:
Fletcher is a sweet guy. He is hyper, jumpy, crazy, and a huge jokester. He grew up on a farm just outside of Portland and left home when he was seventeen. Fletcher is a really good person who tries to do the right thing. He liked to party a lot with friends and just have a good time, but he didn’t treat girls like play things. He was brought up by his family to treat women with the utmost respect. When he meets people, he is very polite and kind. And he slowly gets into his regular jumpy, have-to-do something self. Being a ghost isn’t always easy for Fletch. He dislikes not being able to actually party with his friends. He is almost cynical. He also hates not being able to drink alcohol, which is one thing he really enjoys. Smoking cigarettes is another thing that he loved that he can’t do anymore with being a ghost.
With friends, he is fun and loving and cheerful. He likes to do reckless stuff and have fun by doing stupid things, including scaring people. He was a hard worker all of his life.. Back when he lived on the farm, playing the guitar was one of the only things he could do to calm his mind and relax. He likes to sing to the songs he tries to write, but usually only does it in front of certain people. He is really self-conscious about playing in front of people, so he plays to himself unless a song is written specifically for someone. Fletcher then taught himself to play drums. Since they lived on a farm and there weren’t many people around, his parents we okay with him having such a loud instrument. Fletcher loves women. He loves everything about them. He doesn’t tell other people what to do and what not to do, so he wants that same kind of respect.
With the war, he is totally set on keeping humans separate with his world. He only ever shows himself to humans when it is absolutely necessary. Its necessity has only happened once, and he promised himself that he would only do it in dire need. He didn’t want humans knowing about angels and witches and demons. They were either too stupid, naïve, or skeptical, and would get massacred if they ever tried to go against one on the dark side. He knew the naivety of humans, because he had been one himself before becoming a ghost. He didn’t want humans to die because they didn’t know about their world.
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
" I was born to Sarah and Shane O’ Riley on November 2nd. They were immigrants from Ireland that moved to the states after being married for three years. As a child, my parents spoke to me in Gaelic, French, and English. I quickly picked up on the languages and enjoyed being tri-lingual. I was an average student that got B’s and C’s in school, but I didn’t care because I was only there to be with my friends. I had a rebel streak when I turned fifteen and got my first tattoo at a local tattoo shop without my parents ever knowing.
I worked on the farm, helping my parents with everything from feeding the cows to scooping up manure. I never really minded the work because it’s what I had always done. We weren’t the wealthiest of people, but the farm ran well and brought us enough money that I was able to get most of what I wanted. I wasn’t a spoiled brat though.
On my twenty third birthday, I went to a club with my friends. It was probably the dumbest night of my life, because it was also the night I died. I was the most sober one out of the seven of us, so I was voted to drive us all home. I had always been the designated drunk driver because I drove amazing when I was wasted. We all crammed into my SUV and I drove us three miles from the club before another drunk driver crashed into us. I was the only one that died because I was the only one without a seatbelt. I flew through the car’s front window and onto the pavement. A car that had been behind him ran over him and swerved into a tree just ahead of where he had landed.
After erecting from my human body, I looked at all of the people in the three now totaled cars. I could see my friends not moving; could see the drunk man that had run into him resting his bleeding head on the steering wheel; I could see the woman that had run over him rushing to his dead body. I could hear their every breath. I spoke, yelled out to them, but no one seemed to hear me. I moved frantically between the two cars and my body where the woman kneeled, and finally heard sirens coming towards us. After all of the bodies had been loaded into ambulances and hauled away from the scene, I watched the firemen scrape my body off of the pavement. I could see the pool of blood when they removed my body. Nothing seemed real to me. I had just lost everything.
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
"I’m Ally, 18, Holly and Julia showed me the site, eastern time zone, and I like cheese sticks."Raegan looked down at Bentley’s outfit. “I think you should learn how to match.” She laughed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Poor thing looked like a complete wreck and didn’t even know. She giggled to herself and asked him how old he thought she was. She chuckled when he obviously over-exaggerated how old she looked, and smiled when he gave her what he really thought. “Well, thank you I suppose.” She looked at the sticky table and then the conversation changed to what powers they had. He said that his was Clairvoyance. “That is, er, seeing into someone’s past, right?” she asked. She had never met someone that could do that. It was interesting, and would probably be a pretty awesome power. Unless, of course, you felt everything that person did. What if they went through some devastating loss of family, or got shot? You would have to feel everything that they felt. It would be sad, really.
Raegan laughed softly when he told her he’d send a post via owl or broomstick. “You’re quite humorous.” She said crossing her legs. After exchanging phone numbers, she put hers back into her pocket. “I actually don’t know what it’s like in the clouds yet. I just learned of my ability, so I’m still pretty new at it. But, I can imagine it’s pretty foggy.” She smiled and asked how he was enjoying Cornish. He seemed to be lost in thought, and suddenly a smile spread across his face. She guessed his time was satisfactory, and didn’t press when he didn’t answer her. He was obviously enjoying himself because he smiled, and it wasn’t her business if he didn’t want to tell her anything.
Changing the subject, he asked if she was from Australia. She told him correctly where she was. “You mean you couldn’t tell this was a British accent?” she looked taken aback for a second, then smiled jokingly. She was finally starting to loosen up, and put her mother out of her mind. She didn’t want to seem like a complete bore to this poorly dressed man, even if she doubted she would see him again. She didn’t like to be a dull person. Raegan raised her eyebrows when he called her “Miss Queen of England” with a mockery. She smiled and scratched an itch on her forehead. “Well, it is doubtful that you would bitch anyways. You just don’t seem like the type. But I could be wrong…” she said resting her hands in her lap. “To be honest, it’s fucking lonely. I have literally never been this alone before. All of my family is still in England, you see? So I’m here all alone.” She shrugged and looked out of the window and to the street that ran beside the ice cream parlor. After thinking about it, it really didn’t seem all that terrible. She could do whatever she wanted, be wherever she wanted when she wanted. She could practically do anything at all and not have her parents looking after her every move. “You know my mother’s bakery looked directly at the Big Ben? It was a lovely sight, and brought more people, mostly tourists, to our shop.” She kind of missed working at the bakery. She definitely missed baking with her brother, Adam. They always seemed to have fun in the kitchen. Hopefully, she would see him soon, because she really missed him.
