Post by chelsey on Oct 5, 2012 22:46:30 GMT
MYLES DORIAN HARRINGTON!
’excuse me I’m trying to find, my calling, I’m calling at night.'
’excuse me I’m trying to find, my calling, I’m calling at night.'
HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW?
he sits down, his ankles crossed and his eyes boredly ahead, staring at the man in complete lack of interest. "my names myles- myles harrington,” he uses a cheap, southern accent to say this before cracking up and smiling warmly, “but anyways, mate- I’m nineteen, born and raised in a small town in the united kingdom. I’m quite obviously a bloke, and I don’t base love on gender…” he smiles again, completely comfortable with himself as he purses his lips, “believe it or not, I’m a shifter- and rather than taking on a badass animal, I was gifted with changing my shape into that of a thoroughbred. as for the war- I’m neutral."
SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF.
he raises an eyebrow at this statement, and smirks, his hand moving up to run through his light brown tresses, "people say I look a lot like jack harries, but I can’t see the resemblance. sure, we share the same dark brown hair, and blue eyes- but I’m definitely more muscular than him. I’m the kind of guy who shower’s daily- weird right?” he snorts at this, “so my hairs pretty fucking soft…um, I’m around five eleven and when I’m in my animal form, I stand a little below sixteen hands. I have a dark, rich coat when I’m in my other form, silky and soft- like the hair I have on my head it’s cropped and has a mind of it’s own. I haven’t really weighed myself, I think I look pretty damn good- the only thing that really bothers me is my scar…” he pulls his shirt and jeans down slightly, revealing a long gash- “I used to fight a lot in highschool,” he grins, and covers himself, “people didn’t like that I actually cared about how I looked- it’s not like I wore blazers or anything- just well-fitting tee shirts and shit like that…”
I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO KNOW YOU BETTER!
sighing loudly, the man rolls his eyes and bites his lower lip, "um, I guess I’m a relatively nice guy, I’m not a total dick or anything. you could say I’m a hopeless romantic, I think intelligence is sexy- and a girl deserves to swoon before we get intimate. I like to read, write, run- especially in my other form, eating is another fantastic thing to do- and let’s not forget sleeping. I absolutely hate the smell of wet dog, and coffee icecream… I don’t really like fishing, or hunting- it’s cruel- one more thing I don’t like? this is difficult- vegetables. I do have a weakness for pizza, and when I shift I tend to love being scratched- I guess running, jumping, and my charms would be some strengths that I have.” he bites his nails and smiles again, “I’m terrified of clowns and spiders . my family and I are close, and yeah… that’s all I can really think of for this…"
I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRUIGING!
the man shifts uncomfortably, and breathes deeply through his nose, “ my mother died when I was twelve, my father dead at the age of six- I loved them both dearly, and thankfully I was given some older siblings to raise me so that I wouldn’t have to go to a foster home. It was that year that I found out about my family’s… ability. I remember the first time I shifted…” he trails off, and stretches, sighing loudly, “it hurt, like hell- and my brother wouldn’t stop teasing me for weeks because of the animal I took on… are we almost done here? I’d really like to go get a bite to eat.” rubbing his growling stomach, “I moved out of the united kingdom when I was sixteen with my older sister and twin brother- and came here. “ the man sighs softly, his hands back in his hair and his mouth quirked up at the corner.
“we moved into a small neighborhood, kept a low profile for about a year, then enrolled in school. my brother and I took a liking to this place, we got girlfriends, joined clubs- like normal teenagers. we ended up moving again when my girlfriend died-“ he sighs softly, his head now in his hands, “I killed her, crashed into a tree and ended her life- it’s my fucking fault.” his voice is now hoarse, as he looks up, sorrow in his eyes, “so, that’s the story of me- did you get everything you need?”
AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU?
"I’m chelsey, I’m sixteen, I’ve roleplayed for four years, I only have this sex monster, I live on the east coast, and I fangirl hardcore over british people. accept me please?"
sometimes he wondered why skye picked him of all people to be with her forever. he wasn’t attractive- okay, thatattractive. she had been with other boys that were in much better shape, and somehow he had squirmed his way into her life. trenton hadn’t been on the football team- he was captain of the robotics team for pete’s sake, he stayed after school to clean beakers and experiment rather than throw around a ball. it was clear that he wasn’t popular. the first time they had ever really talked was in science class, the two of them bickering over who would be in charge of the experiment. he was surprised that she was into science, she didn’t look the type. they ended up scheduling a study date, and low and behold, they hit it off.
he smiles against her mouth, pouting slightly when she pulls away. he grumbles, one of his favorite things about skye was her mouth, he wanted nothing more right now than to kiss her again and make her just as excited as he was. ”you can be good with words when you want to be, babe,” he smiles, and plays with the end of her hair, ”you know I think it’s incredibly sexy when you use big ass words.” the man chuckles, and finishes his quesadilla moments before she does, doing the same as she- his food wrappers now on the table in front of them. wrapping a muscular arm around her, he nuzzles the nape of her neck. he enjoys the way she feels on his lap, the simple weight of her body makes him shift excitedly.
”babe, don’t be nervous, it makes me nervous,” he hides his face in the nape of her neck, biting the skin lightly again. at her voice, he stills his movements, his mouth still pressed to the warmth of her skin. he lets out an excited noise, and raises his head to kiss her cheek noisily, ”of course I want kids, do you want kids? we can wait if you’re not ready, I’m not gonna pressure you into anything, babies are awesome. oh my god, kids. my kids, our kids. I hope they look like you. babe! I’ve been waiting for you to bring this up forever, oh gosh.” trenton rambles quickly and uncontrollably, staring at her eagerly while trying to control himself.
”this is awesome. you might be like, the best wife ever.” he kisses her cheek again, and falls back onto the couch, taking her with him. ”what if I’m not a good dad? when do we start? are you off birthcontrol? we need a nursery, and baby shit. oh god.” his hands are at her waist, grinning up at her with the stupidest look on his face, ”you’re going to be the cutest mom ever, wait- you won’t let me get a great dane, but you’ll bare my spawn?” he raises an eyebrow up at her, and chuckles once again..
he smiles against her mouth, pouting slightly when she pulls away. he grumbles, one of his favorite things about skye was her mouth, he wanted nothing more right now than to kiss her again and make her just as excited as he was. ”you can be good with words when you want to be, babe,” he smiles, and plays with the end of her hair, ”you know I think it’s incredibly sexy when you use big ass words.” the man chuckles, and finishes his quesadilla moments before she does, doing the same as she- his food wrappers now on the table in front of them. wrapping a muscular arm around her, he nuzzles the nape of her neck. he enjoys the way she feels on his lap, the simple weight of her body makes him shift excitedly.
”babe, don’t be nervous, it makes me nervous,” he hides his face in the nape of her neck, biting the skin lightly again. at her voice, he stills his movements, his mouth still pressed to the warmth of her skin. he lets out an excited noise, and raises his head to kiss her cheek noisily, ”of course I want kids, do you want kids? we can wait if you’re not ready, I’m not gonna pressure you into anything, babies are awesome. oh my god, kids. my kids, our kids. I hope they look like you. babe! I’ve been waiting for you to bring this up forever, oh gosh.” trenton rambles quickly and uncontrollably, staring at her eagerly while trying to control himself.
”this is awesome. you might be like, the best wife ever.” he kisses her cheek again, and falls back onto the couch, taking her with him. ”what if I’m not a good dad? when do we start? are you off birthcontrol? we need a nursery, and baby shit. oh god.” his hands are at her waist, grinning up at her with the stupidest look on his face, ”you’re going to be the cutest mom ever, wait- you won’t let me get a great dane, but you’ll bare my spawn?” he raises an eyebrow up at her, and chuckles once again..
