Post by Eric Zaphron on May 27, 2008 10:46:51 GMT -5
Eric Micheal Zaphron
Oh so many ways for me to show you how your savior has abandoned you.
T H E B A S I C S ;;
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T H E B A S I C S ;;
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First Name: Eric
Middle Name: Micheal
Last Name: Zaphron
Nickname(s): EZ
DOB: July 4th
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
A P P E A R A N C E ;;
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Face Claim: Kirito
Natural Hair Color: Black
Current Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'10
Weight: 136lbs
Birth Marks: None that he has found
Piercings: Three on each ear
Tattoos: Right Arm Left Arm
General Appearance: whoo, laziness
P E R S O N A L I T Y ;;
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Likes:
Hot Dogs & Corn Dogs
Ferris Wheels
Heights
Planes
Guitars
Beaches
Crowds
Rain
Drinking
Ecstasy
Dislikes:
Tofu & Sushi
Rock Climbing
Poisonus Animals
Most Kids
Monkeys
Cold Weather
Working on very little Sleep
Word World
Speaking Japanese in America (and vice versa)
Translating Anything (text, speech, etc.)
Bad Habits:
Smoking
Erratic sleeper (unless someones in bed with him)
Hobbies:
Extreme Sports
Singing in the shower
Introvert or Extrovert? Extrovert
Personality: (to be fully honest, it's unknown to me, hence why i love you for not making it a requirement)
W H O Y O U A R E ;;
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Parents:
Micheal Zaphron - 54 - Foreign Ambassador
Yuki Zaphron - 51 - Housewife
Siblings:
Only Child
Ethnicity: Asian American
Hometown: Washington D.C. & Osaka, Japan
Education: University Student
History: Eric’s parent met while his father was on one of his many trips to Osaka, Japan. While there, he met Yuki, and they fell almost instantly in love. She returned with him to America and a short while later they were married. They were married about two years before Eric was born in Washington D.C. After about a year in the states, he parents decided to move back to Osaka, as Yuki missed her Japanese life, friends, and family. Eric lived in Japan until he was about thirteen, attending different international schools in Japan.
When he turned twelve, it was decided that he would complete his high school and university years in America. Eric moved to an American boarding school near Washington D.C. and began his high school career in what some would call a “stuffy sophisticated school”. Which, it in fact was. But, having always been spoilt as a child, and figuring he deserved to be treated like a spoilt brat, and knew how to use money to get what he wanted, he fit in with the other students perfectly. He actually didn’t have many problems at all in high school, being one of the most popular kids in school, and charming girls with his Japanese words he managed to get pretty much whatever it was he wanted. He spent his summers at home in Osaka with his parents, this time using his English skills to charm the girls there.
He graduated high school at the top of his class. After school, he had to decide what all it was he wanted to do, which wasn’t exactly an easy thing for him, as even growing up he could never decide what exactly it was he wanted to do. He could follow in his father’s footsteps and become a foreign ambassador in Japan, but he just couldn’t picture himself in suits all day long, he wanted to do something more... fun. So, he decided to try and take a year break, but was still unable to choose. That’s when he moved to Seattle to attend school. Currently he’s studying World Economics, pretty much what he father does, but he’ll probably switch majors eventually.
Random childhood memory: First time he rode a ferris wheel
Random Memory: Calling his first japanese girlfriend a "shimobukure mesuinu" (fat face bitch) when they broke up.
Random Fact: Loves everything that has to do with America and doesn't want to ever return to Japan.
O T H E R ;;
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Living Situation: Apartment; 1 bedroom
Vehicle: 2007 Olive Green Ford Mustang
Pets: Shiba Inu named Tom
T H E R E A L Y O U ;;
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Name/Alias: Nohbdy
Years Role playing: 6-7
Random Fact: I... don't like cheese
T H E E N D ;;
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Anything Else? Nohbdy hath returned! Let me know if I need to change anything.
Sample Post:
”If I didn’t care why would I put up with you? Why would I go out of my way to make sure you stay safe? Why would I make you socialize to get more friends? Hell, why would I even be here, right now, trying to console you because you got pissy over me laughing at you? If I didn’t give a shit, Pax, I would have left you a stray so you could be picked off by the vipers, or maybe raped by one of the lusts. If I didn’t care I wouldn’t have looked at you twice, let alone let you join our group.”
Pax was ignoring the fact that Felix was practically laying on top of him. Instead he was thinking about everything Felix had said. It was true, Pax knew right from the beginning that he annoyed Felix. But he also knew that he amused him, all for the simple fact that Pax had been able to steal from him without being caught. Hell Pax would not have been caught in the first place, had he of known Felix was his roommate, he wouldn’t have been laying on his bed looking for anything of value in the already stolen wallet. At that time, Pax had only been there about two days, had already had the crap beat out of him once from a damned viper.
For some reason, Felix had decided to take Pax under his wing in a way, teach him what he knew -- though he had yet to actually teach him anything, other than their silly little game that was. Pax had begun to trust him right off, but then again, why wouldn’t he? Felix was the first non-stray to show him any actual kindness. They had formed a friendship of sorts. One which included Pax crushing on Felix, but Pax crushed on a lot of people. Felix being the sly he was, had caught on to that and began to use it to his advantage. Pax knew, in the long run he owed Felix a lot, if not his life. Pax also knew that everything was a game to Felix, including people’s feelings, but he couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, Felix did actually care about him?
Pax let his thoughts trail off, ignoring all movement from Felix. There were just too many things running through his head. Too many questions that involved their relationship in so many way. He sighed, before feeling Felix’s warm fingers on his chin, turning him to look up at him, feeling the warmth of Felix’s forehead resting on his own. And Pax didn’t fight him, turned his head willingly, returning his gaze, his own showing a bit of curiosity.
”Do you really want me to?”
Another question, it wasn’t as if Pax didn’t have enough to ponder. And it really didn’t help that Felix was that close, close enough for Pax to feel his warm breath against his lips. Paxton licked his lips, almost wishing there was more than just Felix’s breath there. He tried to think of how to respond to the question. No, would tell Felix to stay and that he won, won it all. Yes, would tell Felix to leave and that would mean Paxton had won. Since the beginning, Paxton had won little other then Felix’s amusement, so naturally, Pax wanted to win at least once. Everything in him told him to say no, ask Felix to stay with him, hold him... kiss him. But that was probably just his body talking.
Pax stared up at Felix’s green eyes, trying to decide what to do. He really wanted to win, at least once. An almost wicked smirk crossed his lips, before it disappeared. He knew exactly how to get in the lead. And it probably wouldn’t be just a small step, no it’d be a leap into first place, and with any luck confuse Felix.
So far, Paxton had done almost nothing Felix had expected of him, and he wasn’t about to break the record. As much as he wanted to say no, he couldn’t. He wanted to play it off just a little bit longer. Paxton brought his hand up and smoothed back Felix’s bangs.
If he played his cards right, he could win the game and maybe more. With his fingers still lingering on Felix’s hair, he raised his chin up just enough for his lips to make contact with Felix’s in a soft, almost innocent kiss. ”Yes,” he would have said more, but it probably would have came out as “yes, I want you to leave, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” The single word in itself was almost breathless, and probably gave away the fact that Pax really didn’t want him to leave. But Pax wanted to win once, had to win once, just for his own honor.
He closed his eyes, resting his head back so that contact between the two was broken, then licked his lips. Next time he got the courage to kiss Felix first, he was going to make it a deeper, longer lasting one. No more little kisses.
