Post by kyle flores on May 27, 2008 4:48:19 GMT -5
Kyle Flores
girls don't like boys;;girls like cars & money
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: Kyle
Middle Name: Virgil
Last Name: Flores
Nickname(s): Kay
DOB: October 30th, 1985
Age: Twenty-Two
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
A P P E A R A N C E ;;
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Face Claim: Joel Madden
Natural Hair Color: Dark Brown
Current Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: Five foot Eight inches
Weight: One Hundred and Seventy pounds
Birth Marks: None
Piercings: Gauged Ears
Tattoos: Too many to list ; Full Sleves [arms & legs] ; Back and Neck
P E R S O N A L I T Y ;;
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Likes:
- his car
- his guitar
- house parties
- music
- texting
- confident girls
- girls with tattoos [limited]
- inventer of mini skirts
- jam sessions
- black
- clubbing
- cigarettes
- coors light
- mosh pits
- life
Dislikes:
- outspoken people
- liars
- girls who cheat
- immature idiots
- whenever his car breaks
- ignorance
- paying bills
- indie, emo, or scene girls
- sore throats
- girls with annoying laughs
- people who talk too much
- heartbreaks
Bad Habits: cracking knuckes & smoking too much
Hobbies:
- working on his car
- clubbing
- playing guitar
- designing tattoos
Introvert or Extrovert?
depends on his mood or people in question
W H O Y O U A R E ;;
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Parents:
- elizabeth russell [registered nurse]
- antonio flores [construction manager]
Siblings: None
Ethnicity: White/Mexican [looks white]
Hometown: Huntington Beach, CA
Education: To keep it simple, Kyle wasn't a good student in the past. He attended Ocean View High School and graduated as a super senior. The number of girls he has crushed on was higher than his SAT scores, thus forcing him to attend a community college. After searching for months, the only school with a fully accredited automotive program was about five hundred miles north of his home town. North Seattle Community College, you better get your shit together because Kyle Flores is heading your way.
History: Where do I begin? Just looking at him might give you an idea of how he grew up: his tattoos, gauged ears, brass knuckle necklace, and black wardrobe. If you guessed his childhood was the kind you hear about on the evening news and frowned upon, you'd be horribly wrong.
Kyle Flores grew up in a rich Orange County suburb. Successful parents, golden retriever puppy, and newborn baby boy. His parents dreamt about him growing up to be a well known doctor, lawyer, or manager. Those dreams were crushed the day he picked up a guitar. As he began listening to countless rock bands, and his wardrobe grew darker and darker.
His parents wern't too welcoming to the change. The contant arguing pushed Kyle further and further into his own mind. Less time was spend at home listening to his parents verbally abuse eachother, and more time was spend drinking, smoking, and crashing house parties.
The day he turned eighteen, he was out of there. He found an apartment complex offering, "$300 rent: all utilities and pool access inculded" Needless to say, he wasn't living like the rich and famous. He tested, retested, retested, and cursed out the SATs. They had forced him to take his belongings, pack his car up, and drive hundreds of miles north to Seattle, infamously known as the rainy city. He was and is still not slightly happy about it.
Random Memory: One memory that has always stuck with him was the day he got his first tattoo. it was behind his right ear, and he hid it from his parents for two weeks. everytime he talked to them he would hold his ear and say he had an itch. when he looks back at that memory, he laughs.
Random Fact: He once broke all five fingers on one hand but was too drunk to remember how.
O T H E R ;;
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Living Situation: renting small studio apartment
Vehicle: Black 1989 Honda CRX ; H22 swap
Pets: none.
T H E R E A L Y O U ;;
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Name/Alias: e x p o s u r e.
Years Role playing: first rp in about five years
Random Fact: i actually own a '89 CRX but could only wish for an H22
T H E E N D ;;
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Anything Else?
Sample Post: kyle sulked into the nearest starbucks. caffeine and nicotine was the closest thing he had to prozac. he bumped his pocket with his hand, the cigarette pack and lighter bulged from the dark jean. the store was almost entirely empty; a few strangers were scattered around the dim room. he glanced around, and threw up his black hood. he held his chin high as he closed in on the cashier counter. he adjusted the stiff rim of the black LRG hat and approached the counter.
a tall woman, probably in her twenties, rushed behind the cashier. "hi what can i get you today, sir?". surely this girl was on a mood enhancer. had she seen the weather outside? cold, rain, and wind. he shrugged off the thoughts and returned his focus on the overly cheerful woman. "Uhh how about a grande black coffee, gorgeous?" the girl blushed, typed the order into the register, and reached for a green and white cup. kyle had never had a problem making a girl feel beautiful, the only problem was, he couldn't keep it that way. he always seemed to be the heartbreaker. "One twenty-five please." kyle leaned back and reached into his back pocket. she kept her eyes on him the entire time. he finally pulled out the thick leather wallet and pulled out a crisp five dollar bill. the woman made change, and he stuffed it all into her tip jar. final flirtatious smiles were exchanged, "see you soon.".
he pushed open the heavy door and scanned the area for a chair. this new smoking ban is fucking ridiculous. washington should be the last place people should have to sit outside to smoke. he thought. he took a sip of the smoldering coffee and winced at the pain on his tongue. "SHIT!" this caused him to fumble for his cigarettes faster. he pulled the pack out from his pocket, shuffled a stick from the pack, and brought it to his lips. he flicked the lighter and lit the end of the cancer stick. the sky was grey and cold ice fell from the sky. he sat down on the nearest metal chair and began a train of infinite thoughts.
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