Post by quel on Oct 17, 2008 16:56:15 GMT -5
About the Character
Full name: Jamie Forrest La’Flor
Age: 18
Birthday: Seventeenth November
Face Claim: Brett Harrison
Why You are here: I work here, at least I hope I do. Equine Care Instructor Jamie La’Flor at your service
Horse: Oh, he really doesn’t mind, any horses.
Riding Experience: Expert
Riding Interest: Stunt Riding and Show Jumping
Favorite Breed: All, he’s not picky
Appearance:
Ah, Jamie. You can call Jamie tall. Since he's not small. He's average. He’s skinny and tall. He doesn’t really let people talk about his height much. Who would? He’s not going to state his height for the record, but he’s not exactly what you would call tall.
Let us move on shall we. He’s pretty light haired as they go. The dark hair slips into many different shades. Not like a highlight, but random splodges of colour. Most is very near light brown, the easiest way to reconise him. Seriously brown, if not aubern. You could call it brown if you so desiered, but you'd be wrong in the long term. The darker sections are just about anywhere and everywhere. They range from an aubern to almost chestnut. Its not exactly short, but not long. You'd say it was short, but not clipped to the scalp. Its just...fluffy. It's the length of a piece of string, lets put it that way. He doesn't exactly care much about his appearance, he never has. On special occasions he might run a brush through his hair, but I wouldn't count on it. He doesn't mind the messed up, roguish look and if he doesn't care, should you?
Something that most people notice is his eyes. He's not exactly got a pale complexion, but he has very noticable green eyes. They blaze out, since they've always held a very active, you could call it childish, joy. They're also lively, and always on the move for something. Not that its creepy shifty eye sindrome, its just the occasional glance around to see who and what's around. There isn't exactly a colour you could state Trip’s eyes as being. Moss too dark, teal has too much blue. Just green 's too dark, Moss is closer, but not close enough. Stick with green, it's easier.
Jamie's stance is just a normal, I'm-here-don't-have-to-stare sort of stance. It doesn't draw attention, it doesn't say ignore me. Its just normal, no-one needs to stare at him unless they really wish to. He's just James, he's not trying to be anyone else.
Dress sense wise? Jeans and a shirt. He’s not too bothered really. Jeans and stuff will do him fine.
Characteristics
3 Likes:
3 Dislikes:
Personality [must be 2 paragraphs]:
Jamie’s a nice bloke. He likes a good laugh, and can’t help going for one whenever he can. He’s got a big sense of humor, and likes to make other people laugh with him. He hates seeing people depressed and is very rarely depressed him, if he is; he gets over it very quickly. Anything that involves depression is easily swept aside, he just keeps himself to himself and really keeps himself away from depression. Have you ever noticed, that depression hardly ever brings something cheerful after it?
He’s a pretty handy guy to have around. He’s a good hand with electronics and generally mechanical things. He likes a good bit of tinkering and you can sometimes find him, on a break, taking the odd thing apart before he puts it back together. A lot of fun is taken in taking things apart, but not actually breaking them in the process.
He’s good at following orders. He just does them. He might question them sometimes. If there’s something like, go jump off a bridge with a lead weight tied to his feet, then maybe he’d just say no, he has some common sense, but usually he just does it. But if it’s just to do something, yes he will do it, to the best of his ability. He can give orders, and will expect them to be followed.
He keeps his head mostly. He has one problem, he can get drunk and such, but he’s getting better. It was a bad influence at college. No he’s good at keeping his head. He likes to be in control. He doesn’t mind of what, as long as he is included in the bargain. He doesn’t like to be out of control, well obviously. He’s good in a crisis, and can mostly get out of them if such problems arise. But otherwise he’s just a good ol’ reliable Jamie. So really, he’s a calm guy. He can get angry, and he’s got a nasty right hook on him. Just watch out when he’s been at the pub for a bit.
He’s also deadly sarcastic. It’s hard to get a word out of him that he generally doesn’t mean to be scathing or sarcastic.
The past
Family Tree:
Hometown: Born in Limerick
Adopted Home in La Rochelle
History [must be 2 paragraphs]:
Jamie was born in Limerick, but was immediately put up for adoption. He didn't know either other his birth parents, he just had their last name of Forrest. He was adopted by a French family, hence the last name, and they moved to France. However, he never went to school in France. He was sent to boarding school in England, where his adopted father worked. It wasn't a great arrangement, as it just left Jamie feeling completely unwanted. He was put into boarding school and left there. He could speak pretty good french, but he still had an Irish accent, which was just an odd combination. In other words, he was mostly brought up by teachers and nurses. It was about time he rebelled.
He learned to ride as part of a friends wish. He owned three horses and Jamie used to help him on weekends. His friend, Mark, taught him to ride. When he was eleven, Mark had grown out of one of his ponies and eagerly handed him over to Jamie. He was a chestnut Welsh section D called Billy. A beautiful little lad that Jamie doted on. He learned to ride and took Bill to compertitions all around the countryside with Mark and his new horse, Comet. Bill was getting a little old and he moved onto Mark's younger, more skittish mare, Cameroon. She was sweet enough, but balked at jumps, something that Jamie worked with her on constantly, coaxing her over the jumps with Mark and Comet. She turned out to be quite the little jumper, and took Jamie on further, into the county leagues with her. She was fifteen two, a perfect height and very quick around the turns on Show Jumpings. About this time, Jamie and Mark were trying to teach Comet some stunts, for the fun of it. He was terrible at it, but they did manage to teach Monty, Mark's sister's pony. The endless fun you can have with a stunt pony, even one that's only 12.2 hands.
He two adopted siblings were much older than him, both leaving school and even leaning collage by the time he was doing his GCSEs at sixteen. Jamie hadn't been home for a summer in three years and decided about now was the time to do something. He'd passed with six a's, four a*'s, and one b, so he could just about get into any sixth form he wanted. So he did, refusing to do French, Spanish and Latin that his adopted mother wanted him to do. He took Psycology, Biology, English, Further Maths and Classics. All things that got him cut off from his adopted parents. Brilliant. He had to get a job at sixteen, working at a large racing yard as a groom. He moved up ranks slowly, but because of his good grades also moved sideways into the vet's underpost.
He did manage to go to collage for a year when was almost eighteen, but he really had no cash on him. He had to drop out to keep working at a rundown sales yard. He worked a fourteen hour shift. This was where Madisyn came in. Tall, gangly and looking remarkably like himself, she was his biological sister. She still had her adopted family, who even offered to take Jamie in, but turning 18, he was no longer in the foster care program. Sad thing. He just had to work longer and longer days, quickly running down his health and his moral. He kept it as high as he could, really beating down on the depression. He didn't get a great deal of sleep in the bunk houses. After almost a year of this, he was working on one new horse that had come in, a large stallion, when he was kicked. Not hard, just hard enough to dislocate his shoulder on the door he smashed into. He had to carry on working, even with the splintered shoulderbone. He needed the money. He just strapped up his shoulder as best he could, but his work went down hill from there. One man that saw him work was Jared Martins. Jamie was fired the day after for not picking up work, Mr. Martins hired Jamie and got him the proper medical attention he needed. So, Jamie really looks on at Jared as a father figure, much better than any he's had before. Hey, why not, can't blame a person for what they think.
About You
Nickname [what you want to be called]: Quel
Age: 16
Years of RP Experience: About a year
RP Sample
RP Sample [must be 2 paragraphs]:
Dark breezes fluttered through dark leaves. Clouds hid the moon from the world. The breeze came from nowhere, disturbing the dust of centuries. Black shadows from broken trees stretched towards the horizon. Darkness ruled. His rein seemed endless; the light never penetrated this place. It was fought back, forced into hiding. Nothing would distract this place. Yet the breeze still came. Slow and soft. It whispered over the dust of ages. It carried voices, it carried memories. It carried hope.
Hope.
What was hope doing in her home? What was hope penetrating her defenses? Eyes flickered. Deep crystal lined eyes opened. There was no hope in her life. Only the false hope she gave her victim, and that never lasted. Deep emerald eyes scanned her territory. This is mine. The voices told her. Hope is quenched and sent begging. Thin, muscular legs extended. The high heeled shoe was the colour of the sky in this place. The colour faded to dusty black as the leg was raised, clad in denim. Russet coat was shaken out and arms slid through the holes. Black crowned head moved as the smooth movement of the lady. In front of her, the sun was rising. The sun? Light brought life, light brought hope. The lady quickened her already long gait.
She moved along the dark paths of the forest, swift and agile, passing through sudden, unbearable brilliance of grass or soft shadow. Light shouldn’t penetrate here. It was her dark solitude that lived forever. Endless misery for those who came and mindless torture for those wishing to claim. No, this was her land, her exile, her banishment to the furthest reaches of the world. She’d murdered the creature that had been her mother, soulful creature that she was. Nothing was more pleasing to her father, but exile was the punishment. She hadn’t cared, what would be the point. This was her life. It was her forest now. Deer feared to enter here, animals fled at sight. What had been a golden forest, rich with wildlife and exotic plants. It was now a desert. Trees were dead and black, tree branches creaked and splintered. She moved along them in silence, there was something here, something that wasn't hers, and she wanted to know what it could be.
Full name: Jamie Forrest La’Flor
Age: 18
Birthday: Seventeenth November
Face Claim: Brett Harrison
Why You are here: I work here, at least I hope I do. Equine Care Instructor Jamie La’Flor at your service
Horse: Oh, he really doesn’t mind, any horses.
Riding Experience: Expert
Riding Interest: Stunt Riding and Show Jumping
Favorite Breed: All, he’s not picky
Appearance:
Ah, Jamie. You can call Jamie tall. Since he's not small. He's average. He’s skinny and tall. He doesn’t really let people talk about his height much. Who would? He’s not going to state his height for the record, but he’s not exactly what you would call tall.
Let us move on shall we. He’s pretty light haired as they go. The dark hair slips into many different shades. Not like a highlight, but random splodges of colour. Most is very near light brown, the easiest way to reconise him. Seriously brown, if not aubern. You could call it brown if you so desiered, but you'd be wrong in the long term. The darker sections are just about anywhere and everywhere. They range from an aubern to almost chestnut. Its not exactly short, but not long. You'd say it was short, but not clipped to the scalp. Its just...fluffy. It's the length of a piece of string, lets put it that way. He doesn't exactly care much about his appearance, he never has. On special occasions he might run a brush through his hair, but I wouldn't count on it. He doesn't mind the messed up, roguish look and if he doesn't care, should you?
Something that most people notice is his eyes. He's not exactly got a pale complexion, but he has very noticable green eyes. They blaze out, since they've always held a very active, you could call it childish, joy. They're also lively, and always on the move for something. Not that its creepy shifty eye sindrome, its just the occasional glance around to see who and what's around. There isn't exactly a colour you could state Trip’s eyes as being. Moss too dark, teal has too much blue. Just green 's too dark, Moss is closer, but not close enough. Stick with green, it's easier.
Jamie's stance is just a normal, I'm-here-don't-have-to-stare sort of stance. It doesn't draw attention, it doesn't say ignore me. Its just normal, no-one needs to stare at him unless they really wish to. He's just James, he's not trying to be anyone else.
Dress sense wise? Jeans and a shirt. He’s not too bothered really. Jeans and stuff will do him fine.
Characteristics
3 Likes:
- Teaching at Willow Brooke
- Sport
- Jared – It’s a bit like gratitude towards him - Reliance, like a father figure.
3 Dislikes:
- Stuck up kids – He’ll give them what they deserve
- Snow – Too slushy
- Wrestling matches
Personality [must be 2 paragraphs]:
Jamie’s a nice bloke. He likes a good laugh, and can’t help going for one whenever he can. He’s got a big sense of humor, and likes to make other people laugh with him. He hates seeing people depressed and is very rarely depressed him, if he is; he gets over it very quickly. Anything that involves depression is easily swept aside, he just keeps himself to himself and really keeps himself away from depression. Have you ever noticed, that depression hardly ever brings something cheerful after it?
He’s a pretty handy guy to have around. He’s a good hand with electronics and generally mechanical things. He likes a good bit of tinkering and you can sometimes find him, on a break, taking the odd thing apart before he puts it back together. A lot of fun is taken in taking things apart, but not actually breaking them in the process.
He’s good at following orders. He just does them. He might question them sometimes. If there’s something like, go jump off a bridge with a lead weight tied to his feet, then maybe he’d just say no, he has some common sense, but usually he just does it. But if it’s just to do something, yes he will do it, to the best of his ability. He can give orders, and will expect them to be followed.
He keeps his head mostly. He has one problem, he can get drunk and such, but he’s getting better. It was a bad influence at college. No he’s good at keeping his head. He likes to be in control. He doesn’t mind of what, as long as he is included in the bargain. He doesn’t like to be out of control, well obviously. He’s good in a crisis, and can mostly get out of them if such problems arise. But otherwise he’s just a good ol’ reliable Jamie. So really, he’s a calm guy. He can get angry, and he’s got a nasty right hook on him. Just watch out when he’s been at the pub for a bit.
He’s also deadly sarcastic. It’s hard to get a word out of him that he generally doesn’t mean to be scathing or sarcastic.
The past
Family Tree:
- Adopted Father: Orical La’Flor – Sixty - Six
- Adopted Mother: Candeice La’Flor – Sixty - Four
- Adopted Siblings: Marianne La’Flor – Twenty - Four
Corton La’Flor – Twenty - Nine - Siblings: Madisyn Calighan – Fourteen
- Other: None
Hometown: Born in Limerick
Adopted Home in La Rochelle
History [must be 2 paragraphs]:
Jamie was born in Limerick, but was immediately put up for adoption. He didn't know either other his birth parents, he just had their last name of Forrest. He was adopted by a French family, hence the last name, and they moved to France. However, he never went to school in France. He was sent to boarding school in England, where his adopted father worked. It wasn't a great arrangement, as it just left Jamie feeling completely unwanted. He was put into boarding school and left there. He could speak pretty good french, but he still had an Irish accent, which was just an odd combination. In other words, he was mostly brought up by teachers and nurses. It was about time he rebelled.
He learned to ride as part of a friends wish. He owned three horses and Jamie used to help him on weekends. His friend, Mark, taught him to ride. When he was eleven, Mark had grown out of one of his ponies and eagerly handed him over to Jamie. He was a chestnut Welsh section D called Billy. A beautiful little lad that Jamie doted on. He learned to ride and took Bill to compertitions all around the countryside with Mark and his new horse, Comet. Bill was getting a little old and he moved onto Mark's younger, more skittish mare, Cameroon. She was sweet enough, but balked at jumps, something that Jamie worked with her on constantly, coaxing her over the jumps with Mark and Comet. She turned out to be quite the little jumper, and took Jamie on further, into the county leagues with her. She was fifteen two, a perfect height and very quick around the turns on Show Jumpings. About this time, Jamie and Mark were trying to teach Comet some stunts, for the fun of it. He was terrible at it, but they did manage to teach Monty, Mark's sister's pony. The endless fun you can have with a stunt pony, even one that's only 12.2 hands.
He two adopted siblings were much older than him, both leaving school and even leaning collage by the time he was doing his GCSEs at sixteen. Jamie hadn't been home for a summer in three years and decided about now was the time to do something. He'd passed with six a's, four a*'s, and one b, so he could just about get into any sixth form he wanted. So he did, refusing to do French, Spanish and Latin that his adopted mother wanted him to do. He took Psycology, Biology, English, Further Maths and Classics. All things that got him cut off from his adopted parents. Brilliant. He had to get a job at sixteen, working at a large racing yard as a groom. He moved up ranks slowly, but because of his good grades also moved sideways into the vet's underpost.
He did manage to go to collage for a year when was almost eighteen, but he really had no cash on him. He had to drop out to keep working at a rundown sales yard. He worked a fourteen hour shift. This was where Madisyn came in. Tall, gangly and looking remarkably like himself, she was his biological sister. She still had her adopted family, who even offered to take Jamie in, but turning 18, he was no longer in the foster care program. Sad thing. He just had to work longer and longer days, quickly running down his health and his moral. He kept it as high as he could, really beating down on the depression. He didn't get a great deal of sleep in the bunk houses. After almost a year of this, he was working on one new horse that had come in, a large stallion, when he was kicked. Not hard, just hard enough to dislocate his shoulder on the door he smashed into. He had to carry on working, even with the splintered shoulderbone. He needed the money. He just strapped up his shoulder as best he could, but his work went down hill from there. One man that saw him work was Jared Martins. Jamie was fired the day after for not picking up work, Mr. Martins hired Jamie and got him the proper medical attention he needed. So, Jamie really looks on at Jared as a father figure, much better than any he's had before. Hey, why not, can't blame a person for what they think.
About You
Nickname [what you want to be called]: Quel
Age: 16
Years of RP Experience: About a year
RP Sample
RP Sample [must be 2 paragraphs]:
Dark breezes fluttered through dark leaves. Clouds hid the moon from the world. The breeze came from nowhere, disturbing the dust of centuries. Black shadows from broken trees stretched towards the horizon. Darkness ruled. His rein seemed endless; the light never penetrated this place. It was fought back, forced into hiding. Nothing would distract this place. Yet the breeze still came. Slow and soft. It whispered over the dust of ages. It carried voices, it carried memories. It carried hope.
Hope.
What was hope doing in her home? What was hope penetrating her defenses? Eyes flickered. Deep crystal lined eyes opened. There was no hope in her life. Only the false hope she gave her victim, and that never lasted. Deep emerald eyes scanned her territory. This is mine. The voices told her. Hope is quenched and sent begging. Thin, muscular legs extended. The high heeled shoe was the colour of the sky in this place. The colour faded to dusty black as the leg was raised, clad in denim. Russet coat was shaken out and arms slid through the holes. Black crowned head moved as the smooth movement of the lady. In front of her, the sun was rising. The sun? Light brought life, light brought hope. The lady quickened her already long gait.
She moved along the dark paths of the forest, swift and agile, passing through sudden, unbearable brilliance of grass or soft shadow. Light shouldn’t penetrate here. It was her dark solitude that lived forever. Endless misery for those who came and mindless torture for those wishing to claim. No, this was her land, her exile, her banishment to the furthest reaches of the world. She’d murdered the creature that had been her mother, soulful creature that she was. Nothing was more pleasing to her father, but exile was the punishment. She hadn’t cared, what would be the point. This was her life. It was her forest now. Deer feared to enter here, animals fled at sight. What had been a golden forest, rich with wildlife and exotic plants. It was now a desert. Trees were dead and black, tree branches creaked and splintered. She moved along them in silence, there was something here, something that wasn't hers, and she wanted to know what it could be.
