Post by makaio on Dec 7, 2008 0:49:39 GMT -5
About the Character
Full name: (Ridley) Makaio Kai (Webb)
Age: 18
Birthday: 8/21
Face Claim: Corbin Bleu
Why You are here: Anger issues. Known to simply walk out of class because of this. Known to also stop class on his account of annoyance. Known to lash out.
Horse: Dot
Riding Experience: Beginner
His appearance is unmistakable, especially if his curls are allowed to stay free. Makaio himself stands at 5’ 9”, his hair makes him 5’ 11” (and on rare occasions, 6’2”). He has a very thin, healthy looking figure with a defined jaw and thick lips. His eyes, as well as his hair, are dark brown. Only in direct sunlight can a difference be told between the irises and pupils. He does look good in photos when in a good mood.
Two things in everyday life are definitely a constant for him. One is he always has a hat, be it on him or his belt, generally green. The second is, whether it be hot or not, he is always wearing a leather or denim jacket, which also a dark brown almost black color.
Characteristics
3 Likes:
- slinkies. he’s easily amused by them.
- cars.
- computers.
- aliens and everything that has to do with them.
3 Dislikes:
- assholes. plain and simple, there’s no other word to put on it.
- cows.
- hot days. summer.
Makaio is always one or the other. No in-between. He’s either nice or mean. He’s either mellow or lively. He’s either quiet or loud. He’s either happy or angry. As for the sad part, that’ll flash through his eyes for about… five seconds, and then he’ll go to the angry part. He doesn’t like when he gets sad so he displays it as anger. It’s really easy to get him from the good side to the bad. He once kicked apart a computer because it wouldn’t keep up with his typing. He’ll drop everything and make an outward display that he’s frustrated or pissed or something of the like, most times subconsciously. Most situations go like this: Makaio will become unhappy. He’ll drop everything he’s doing, a pay attention only to what’s getting all riled up, shouting, growling, kicking and punching, in any combination. Then, in an instant, he calm down, still frustrated and walk off after the damage is done to sulk and/or beat a wall. He’s not afraid to give people what he thinks they deserve.
There is a friendly bit to Makaio though, for those willing to endure his mood swings. He’ll protect anyone he considers a friend like a faithful dog. On his good side, he’s easy to talk to and to get along with.
The past
Family Tree:
- Father: Lonny Webb
- Mother: Kalani Kai
- Siblings: Lonny Webb, Jr. – younger, 16
Hometown: Roswell, New Mexico
How his parents met was simple and how they fell in love was even simpler. Miss Kalani Kai came from Hawaii to New Mexico to visit a cousin, running into a Mr. Lonny Webb at a local convenience store. How you say, love at first sight? After about three months of 90% bliss, they got married and moved to Roswell. Exactly one year later Ridley Makaio Webb was born and, ironically, exactly one year after that, his brother, Lonny Jr. was born.
Even before Ridley, his father did have anger issues and that where he got his problem from. Though his father never struck his mother in the first twelve years of his life, he would shout, growl and kick at things, just like Makaio has the bad tendency to do now, until it was all vented out. And though Ridley was always closer to his mother than his father, he couldn’t help inheriting those traits from his pop. As he grew, his temper grew accordingly, often times his younger brother being the target of his anger.
When he was on the verge of thirteen, things escalated with his dad and, to keep a story clean and short, mom and dad divorced. Liking his mother more, he started going by the name she chose for him, Makaio, and did everything he could to get his surname to be his mothers, Kai. Kalani helped with that too. (Lonny went to live with their father.)
For a while, he was able to bottle his frustrations just fine, but that hit a peak and he finally broke, going ballistic on the person who did that tiny thing to send him over. Then, the cycle started. Frustrate. Bottle. Frustrate. Bottle. Frustrate. Bottle. Break. That worked for a while but when he reached sophomore year of high school, there was no more bottling, just lashing at whomever.
Several detentions, suspensions and an expulsion later, his mother finally took action to help Makaio, contacting the Willow Brooke Correctional Center. He did his best to bottle again, because, of course, he was not happy about going to a Correctional Center, but that last only to about a day after he got there, where he made quite a sight kicking and tearing at the grass.
About You
Nickname: ‘tis Lar
Age: 17
Years of RP Experience: I couldn’t say for sure. Four or five years.
Other Characters: Many, but none on here. =D
RP Sample
She snorted at him. Makaio was taken back. He didn't understand horses in the slightest sense, and still didn't. She must be unhappy, I mean that's what a snort is, right? He stared at her for several long seconds, tugging on a lock of his curls. Biting his lip, he stared at her for several more moments, the spotted mare staring right on back. "I'm sorry?" He finally said. Was that what she wanted? It seemed to be, because as soon as Makaio spoke, she gave a nicker and lowered her head, looking for a bit of grass.
He took a couple steps back, making a mental note never to take verbal frustrations out on her again. One thing he hadn't realized at that moment was that he forgot why he was angry. In truth, he forgot that he was angry. Sighing, he turned, looking for a large boulder to sit on, finding one a few meters away. Dot followed him, whinnying like he was leaving her when she didn't want him to. He just continued, pretend to ignore her, toward the boulder as she kept up with him.
A second or two before he could turn around and plant his butt on the boulder, she bounced in front of him, blocking his way. With a mischievous look him her eye that he could see, he wished he knew what she was thinking. That look unnerved him. Then raising her head, she gently tugged a bit of his hair, whinnying playfully as she then turned and pranced off a few feet. Makaio rubbed his head, “Ow.” That certainly never happened to him before…
