Post by Jonathan Whiteman on Feb 18, 2009 23:03:33 GMT -5
Behind the Screen:
Name or Alias: Alex
RP Experience: Since November.
Time Zone or Country/State you live in: I'm EST/Ohio.
Name or Alias: Alex
RP Experience: Since November.
Time Zone or Country/State you live in: I'm EST/Ohio.
Supermassive Image:
PB: Channing Tatum
Description: Channing Tatum is six foot, one inch tall. Obviously (especially if you've ever looked him up on Photobucket), he's pretty buff. His brown hair's typically in a buzz cut, and he has green eyes. His skin's typically pretty tan, which works out pretty great since he'd be the playby of a part-Quileute, were I accepted.
Supermassive Star:
Name: Jonathan Michael Whiteman
Nickname(s): Jon, Jonny
Species: human, but unsuspecting of what his heritage may lead to...
Age: 19
Birthday: January 27, 2019
Current Residence: just moved to La Push.
Class/Grade: recently (just barely) graduated
Background/History: Jonathan Michael Whiteman was born to Joseph and Shandra Whiteman on January 27, 2019. An only child, Jonathan was raised in military schools across the world, as his dad was a surgeon for the army. Never knowing the typical American kid life, he really didn't care all that much about where he lived, so long as he eventually made friends. It wasn't like his family was loaded, so not having lots of stuff really wasn't a big concern of his.
Then, when he was 12 and living in Turkey, terrorists attacked the base where his family was stationed. His mother was killed in the crossfire before his eyes. As soon as all was well again, the army sent Jonathan and his father home to Oregon to bury their mother and wife and provided Joseph with a job in medicine in Seattle. Until recently, they lived there together; unfortunately, Jonny's need for independence outgrew his patience for his father, and, in a fit of rage, he moved out and got his own place in the cheapest yet safest place he could find nearby- the tiny Quileute settlement of La Push near the tiny town of Forks. It is here that you will find him today, just trying to figure out his next move.
Personality: Jonathan tends to be the silent, impatient type. While he tries to avoid being rude, his temper tends to outweigh his efforts. While he certainly enjoys the ladies, he finds them to generally be overly sentimental and a tad annoying. His temper tends to keep him away from any sort of friendship with guys, but, really, guy friends are just more obstacles between him and another girlfriend.
Family/Coven/Pack:
Mom: Shandra Whiteman, deceased.
Dad: Joseph Whiteman, 45. Half-Quileute third cousin of Old Quil Ateara. Doctor in Seattle's general hospital.
Likes: music; cars; nightclubs
Dislikes: obnoxious kids; his dad; any sort of restraint; Turkey (as in the country; the lunch meat is amazing)
Special Ability: n/a
S.A. Limits: n/a
Name: Jonathan Michael Whiteman
Nickname(s): Jon, Jonny
Species: human, but unsuspecting of what his heritage may lead to...
Age: 19
Birthday: January 27, 2019
Current Residence: just moved to La Push.
Class/Grade: recently (just barely) graduated
Background/History: Jonathan Michael Whiteman was born to Joseph and Shandra Whiteman on January 27, 2019. An only child, Jonathan was raised in military schools across the world, as his dad was a surgeon for the army. Never knowing the typical American kid life, he really didn't care all that much about where he lived, so long as he eventually made friends. It wasn't like his family was loaded, so not having lots of stuff really wasn't a big concern of his.
Then, when he was 12 and living in Turkey, terrorists attacked the base where his family was stationed. His mother was killed in the crossfire before his eyes. As soon as all was well again, the army sent Jonathan and his father home to Oregon to bury their mother and wife and provided Joseph with a job in medicine in Seattle. Until recently, they lived there together; unfortunately, Jonny's need for independence outgrew his patience for his father, and, in a fit of rage, he moved out and got his own place in the cheapest yet safest place he could find nearby- the tiny Quileute settlement of La Push near the tiny town of Forks. It is here that you will find him today, just trying to figure out his next move.
Personality: Jonathan tends to be the silent, impatient type. While he tries to avoid being rude, his temper tends to outweigh his efforts. While he certainly enjoys the ladies, he finds them to generally be overly sentimental and a tad annoying. His temper tends to keep him away from any sort of friendship with guys, but, really, guy friends are just more obstacles between him and another girlfriend.
Family/Coven/Pack:
Mom: Shandra Whiteman, deceased.
Dad: Joseph Whiteman, 45. Half-Quileute third cousin of Old Quil Ateara. Doctor in Seattle's general hospital.
Likes: music; cars; nightclubs
Dislikes: obnoxious kids; his dad; any sort of restraint; Turkey (as in the country; the lunch meat is amazing)
Special Ability: n/a
S.A. Limits: n/a
Moment of Truth:
Custom Title: Hothead
RP Sample: From (Let's Go) Into Twilight:
Kyle's clothes, he then realized- he was so easily distracted right now- felt weird... wet. As did his hair. And there was a puddle in front of him. He had to see what had happened to him. Stepping cautiously forward, the forest floor feeling very soft, even through his shoes, he peeked into the puddle... and saw some person that hardly resembled him looking back with a terrified expression. Yet, that person had brown hair... and a beard... but the eyes were all wrong. Kyle didn't have scarlet eyes.
Before he could ponder it further, a... delicious smell wafted before him. It wasn't like smelling a steak, though it had the same effect, except steak didn't send a scratchy burning down his throat.
It all happened so quickly then. A burst of air rippled up his throat and broke from his lips as a terrible, threatening growl. Nearly unaware of what he was doing, he was moving so fast that his actions barely registered before they were completed-- running, sniffing the air, nearly lunging forward with the force of the burning in his throat...
A flash of a surprised face, a scream suddenly gurgle-y before it cut off, a liquid relief flowing down his throat and soothing the scratchiness...
And it was over. He was Kyle again. And before him, on the ground, lay the pale body of some hiker who'd never make it to whatever peak he was headed for.
Before he could ponder it further, a... delicious smell wafted before him. It wasn't like smelling a steak, though it had the same effect, except steak didn't send a scratchy burning down his throat.
It all happened so quickly then. A burst of air rippled up his throat and broke from his lips as a terrible, threatening growl. Nearly unaware of what he was doing, he was moving so fast that his actions barely registered before they were completed-- running, sniffing the air, nearly lunging forward with the force of the burning in his throat...
A flash of a surprised face, a scream suddenly gurgle-y before it cut off, a liquid relief flowing down his throat and soothing the scratchiness...
And it was over. He was Kyle again. And before him, on the ground, lay the pale body of some hiker who'd never make it to whatever peak he was headed for.
