Post by Edward Rackley on May 24, 2008 19:21:41 GMT -5
Edward Masen Rackley
& There's no going back
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: Edward
Middle Name:Masen
Last Name:Rackley
Nickname(s):None.
DOB:June 20, 1989
Age:Nineteen
Gender:Male
Sexual Orientation:Straight
A P P E A R A N C E ;;
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Face Claim:Gaspard Ulliel
Natural Hair Color:Dark Brown
Current Hair Color:Dark Brown
Eye Color:Greenish- Blue
Height:5'10
Weight:146
Birth Marks:None
Piercings:None
Tattoos:None
General Appearance: n/a
P E R S O N A L I T Y ;;
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Likes:
- Reading
- Playing his Guitar
- Cats
- Smoking
- Observing
- People who understand him
- Mothers
- Chinese Food
- Watching the sky at night
- Smiles
Dislikes:
- Alcoholics
- Fathers
- Obnoxious People
- Fake People
- Spray Tans
- Pizza
- Being the center of attention
- Being told what to do
- Memories
- The three words, "I love you" (except from his sister)
Bad Habits:
- Biting his nails
- Smoking
Hobbies:
- Reading Books
- Writing Songs
Introvert or Extrovert? Introvert
Personality: A gentleman. Very quiet and shy. Doesn't talk much. Very hard to reach.
W H O Y O U A R E ;;
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Parents:Arielle and Edward Rackley
Siblings:Rosalie Rackley(twin sister)
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hometown: Liverpool, England
Education: Finishing his last two years of college online.
History:
Edward was born in June 20th 1989, in Liverpool, England, to Arielle and Edward Rackley along with his twin sister Rosalie. His family was relatively wealthy due to his father's occupation as a horseman. Edward's family owned several racehorses in which they would breed and sell. Edward has always had a heart for horses. When he was young, his mother would go crazy trying to run after him. He would run to the stables and just sit with the horses for hours before his mother would find him. A couple of times she found him in the stalls eating horse feed. Never once was he kicked or nipped. His mother called him her "Little Horse Whisperer". When Edward was young, his mother gave him his first acoustic guitar. He never went anywhere without it. Edward and his mother were always very close. Edward and his father were a different story. Edward never really knew his father. The only memories he has of him are of his father drunk or beating his mother. His father is the reason he doesn't believe in true love. He always heard his mother tell his father "I love you." And he would always say "I love you too" in his smirky way. Then the next minute, Arielle has bruises all over her. Edward gave up on believing that love would save his family simply because he now thinks its a myth. When Edward was 7 years old, his mother took her children and escaped her husband. Their lives were normal after that point. Edward and Rosalie went to school and led happy lives until April 30th 2008. The day their mother never came home. She left for work one day and never came back. Assuming his mother was killed by their former father, Edward and Rosalie escaped England and settled in Seattle, Washington. Edward is at the moment finishing college online, majoring in music. He preforms in restaurants to make a living.
Random childhood memory: His favorite childhood memory was putting on shows for his mother in the barn. Edward would play the guitar and Rosalie would sing. He will never forget the pride on her soft face and the joyous nickers that came from the dusty stalls.
Random Memory:
The moment before He and Rosalie boarded the plane for Seattle, Rosalie squeezed his hand and smiled her warm smile letting him know that everything was going to be alright.
Random Fact:
Edward has never had a girlfriend nor has he ever been kissed. Not that he never gets offers, he just hasn't met anyone that interests him yet.
O T H E R ;;
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Living Situation: Small apartment with his sister. Has a kitchen, two bedrooms, a living room, and one bathroom.
Vehicle: His sister and himself have a Silver Toyota and Black Chevy Pickup.
Pets:A calico cat named Henry the Great. Henry for short. A horse named Staccato that he boards in a nearby stable and his sister's Great Dane, Carlisle.
T H E R E A L Y O U ;;
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Name/Alias: Bee
Years Role playing:About 5
Random Fact:I have an obsession with all things Stephenie Meyer and Twilight.
T H E E N D ;;
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Anything Else?Nope.
Sample Post:
Edward ripped open his drawers and shuffled roughly through his shirts. His chocolate colored hair stuck to his wet face as tears made their way down his cheeks. He stood then, rigid, allowing salty tears to splatter onto his neatly folded laundry. Why? Why did he have to do this. No. How did he do this. We haven't been in contact for over 10 years. Edward wiped the sticky hair from his face and resumed looking through his drawers. He pulled out a stack of shirts and slid them into the awaiting suitcase on his bed. He shoved his shirt drawer closed and then began on the second drawer. The smell of oak drifted to his nose as he pulled layers of clothes from the wooden dresser. His head suddenly snapped around to see his sister standing at his door. Their wet eyes met and he threw what clothes he had in his arms into his suitcase and reached out his arms for her. Rosalie ran to her brother and buried her face in his warm neck. Edward held his breath to keep from crying. He had to be strong for her. He had to. Edward pressed his lips to Rosalie's honey colored hair. "Rosey..." he murmured. He took in a deep breath. The familiar sent of Rosalie's apple cinnamon shampoo filled his nostrils. He felt her body shake but she released no sounds. She'd always been a silent crier. He took her fragile hand in his and squeezed it lightly. Rosalie looked up into her twin's eyes, her face blotchy and tear stained. "I love you." Edward contorted his face into a crooked smile. Those three words had no meaning to him except for at this moment. At this moment, they meant everything. Edward gently kissed his sister's pink nose and replied, "I love you too Rosey." Rosalie nodded and bit her lip to keep from crying again. Edward knew she wanted to be strong, but he also knew her. She wasn't one to keep her feelings in. "Its..." Edward searched his mind for a word to calm her fears, "Its...ok."It wasn't the best word, but it described the situation. Just ok. He wished he could've said safe, but that wasn't the case. If his father really had killed his mother, surely his next victims were Edward and Rosalie. "Yes..." Rosalie nodded at the floor, "Its ok...". It killed Edward to see his sister like this. "Why don't you finish packing." Edward abruptly turned to face his dresser. Rosalie nodded and shuffled out of the room. Edward wiped his nose on his wrist and began to pull clothes out of his drawer once more.