Post by courtney2 on May 26, 2011 22:35:44 GMT -5
DOUGLASJULIANHOLMES !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: doug, dougie, dee, dj.
birthday: 19 may 1991.
gender: male.
grade: college sophomore.
sexuality: heterosexual.
played by: michael trevino.[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
appearance:
ethnically diverse: his mixed cultural background of being mexican, french, polynesian, german, and italian has all resulted in his distinctively dark features – dark brown eyes, naturally tanned skin, and equally dark (almost black) pin-straight hair.
athletic: although he doesn’t resemble someone on ‘roids, he can still be recognized as physically fit, built up of lean and sinewy muscle due to the conditioning, training, and daily participation of soccer games and practices.
distinguishing marks: there’s a faded arch-shaped scar that starts underneath his left upper arm and extends halfway down his ribcage, a shark bite that he received while surfing at point pleasant’s local beach at about nine years old. he also has a single tattoo, which is a tribal half sleeve.
personal style: urban and casual is his typical sort of dress, his wardrobe mostly consisting of loosely fit jeans, graphic tee shirts, wife beaters, cargo and leather jackets, colorful sneakers, or his sporting uniform and gym clothes.
[/ul]personality:
fickle: he’s quite known for being noncommittal and flighty when it comes to taking on responsibility or dealing with something that he doesn’t want to. if he were a woman, he’d probably be characterized as a tease… though katy perry best described guys like him as being hot and cold, completely indecisive to who and what they want and choosing to run away from their problems instead of facing them head-on. honestly? that’s a pretty spot-on assessment.
idealistic: douglas is too much of an optimist, almost coming off as naïve or incredibly innocent when it comes to the mechanics of the real world. he’s even been told on multiple occasions that it’s as if he continues to live in his own little dream fantasy instead of having growing up at a certain age and becoming practical like everyone else.
childishly mischievous: he can’t resist a good gag, seth macfarlane cartoons, drunk texts & dials, and even has just as bad of a sweet tooth as he did when he was six. hell, he’s the one who habitually scares the hell out of his female roommates by jumping out of closets, from underneath their beds, or shocking them with a bucket of ice cold water while they’re walking down the hallway. he’s usually the one to crack a joke or make some outlandish comment when you least expect it. was it mentioned that he’s also the first to burst out into laughter (he’ll never win a staring contest without cheating… or in other words, nearly poking his opponent in the eye to make them lose concentration or making some sudden movement to startle them), make some cartoonish voice, or even a comical facial expression?
vulgar: he has a bit of a potty mouth, prone to playfully cozying up to a friend (or random stranger) and being all “whaddup bisshh?!” it’s almost as if he’s never heard of the appropriate terminologies of anything inappropriate, nor does he appear too shy in saying them… anywhere. not that he uses profanity on a consistent all-day basis, but when he does decide to talk, there’s a strong chance that it’ll make someone’s virgin ears and face flush red with embarrassment.
facetious: his earlier mentioned vulgarity stems from the fact that in serious situations especially, he can’t ever maintain an equally mature composure. he’s the one that primarily addresses the huge elephant in the room… though only when the drama doesn’t particularly pertain to him in any sort of way. i guess you could say that he’s the hypocrite who instigates and mediates, though never with malicious or vindictive intentions... he’s just the goof ball who prefers to talk first and think about the consequences of his blabbing… never.
underachiever: he unfortunately fell victim to the dumb jock stereotype… only, he’s not stupid, but instead is disinterested in academics. and although it’s not classified as a learning disability, his adhd diagnosis greatly hinders his ability to retain information, pay attention, sit down through an entire class period, or to even attend school at all; procrastinating with his studies and schoolwork as well. it’s a wonder that he graduated… middle school, let alone high school and is currently attending college.
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: augustus holmes, forty-two years old, senior paramedic officer.
siblings: _______ holmes (pb: shay mitchell), sixteen years old, sister, high school student.
significant other (s): none.
pets: black/brown doberman pinscher, knight holmes.
hometown: point pleasant, florida.
history: although dougie is the eldest of the four musketeers, he also happens to be the most immature of them all too. in fact, sometimes it’s difficult to differentiate the four-year age gap between he and his baby sister, given that they both STILL have a tendency to fall off of the living room’s couch while wrestling on the floor for their turn with the television remote. or to tattle to their parents over the unfairness of the other sibling doing the littlest things… like spraining their ankle. y’know… like said, little things. anyway, the only thing that he’s ever taken seriously is soccer… which speaks volumes, given that he came to the decision of liking it after first playing baseball, basketball, football, and also participating in boxing and wrestling. once he made it his primary focus though, he began to greatly excel at it… so much, that when given an athletic scholarship as striker to akron university in ohio, he uprooted himself from his home in florida and moved there. the thing is though, after one of the games, he discovered that he tore his acl and would have to miss an entire season after surgery. add that to his home sickness and he made the decision to return to his hometown for the remainder of his schooling at the local college. only problem is… he doesn’t know if his situation is any easier now than it was before. he kind of left pleasant point… abruptly, to say the least.
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SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters in point pleasant: austin brenden cooper.
best way to reach you: pm.
Sample:
As a bright side, if his beverage had difficulty waking him up, the spectacle that a young woman had made of herself had surely forced him to snap to attention… even if his motor skills were too sluggish for him to help her up, especially since she scrambled around on her own to do so. For a few seconds, he simply gaped… just as all of the other customers and employees did. Even once addressed, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. She was sorry that he had to see that?
Snorting, Austin mumbled, ”I’m sorry that you had to feel that.” Well that probably made her feel… worse. But he was admittedly lacking a lot of his usual charm, due to him only waking up less than a half hour ago and all. ”That had to really hurt… you just collided into the thing.” Clearly, she was embarrassed. In fact, in her next few words she said to him, she even owned up to her humiliation. Maybe that’s when his guilt for saying what he did had begun to kick in. I mean, because if this were any other girl, sure, she would have felt the same… but she would have been threatening to contact her attorney and checking her hair and makeup in her compact mirror too. She would have even stayed on the floor, a damsel in distress until someone offered to come to her aid. But this one? She was different. She was also… vaguely familiar?
”Hey, I’ve met you before…” No, his post-wasted brain would allow him to recall an accurate name, but just the fact that he could remember anyone or anything at all was remarkable. ”I met you… at Aeropostale.” Precisely. He had been there for a go-see and a possibility of becoming one of their male models and she’d been dragged inside of their store by some vigilant salesclerk, insistent that she agree to be a part of their makeover promotion. Wide-eyed and extremely uncomfortable, she politely tried reassuring the employee that she preferred her clothing and that they should find some other (willing) participant, but the woman had been so aggressive in pointing out to her that her current outfit was beyond dated. He had been the one to chime in that she looked fine in what she was wearing, and reluctantly, she had finally been let go. ”That lady was a complete bitch to you… but you at least handled it well.” As for everything else?
He dismissively shrugged it off. ”Personally, I don’t even think that it’s your fault… I’m under strong suspicion that this chair is possessed. It attacked me earlier,” he explained, an easy grin stretching either sides of his mouth. At this point, her audience had gotten back to their own lives and the worst was pretty much over. ”Besides,” Quietly, Austin added, ”I don’t think anyone even saw.” Liar. ”You recovered really fast.” Glancing over his shoulder at the cashier, he waved him down to get his attention. ”Could you get me another one of… whatever she just ordered? Thanks.” Facing her once more, he finally answered her question. ”There’s no real problem… besides the fact that you were kind of blocking my only exit.” Oh, right, she had fallen in front of the door. ”Not that I was rushing or needed to be anywhere or anything, but… I thought it’d be a bit rude to just step over you while you were on the floor. It doesn’t matter. How about I buy you that other drink? I am, after all, the one who just re-ordered it.”
Snorting, Austin mumbled, ”I’m sorry that you had to feel that.” Well that probably made her feel… worse. But he was admittedly lacking a lot of his usual charm, due to him only waking up less than a half hour ago and all. ”That had to really hurt… you just collided into the thing.” Clearly, she was embarrassed. In fact, in her next few words she said to him, she even owned up to her humiliation. Maybe that’s when his guilt for saying what he did had begun to kick in. I mean, because if this were any other girl, sure, she would have felt the same… but she would have been threatening to contact her attorney and checking her hair and makeup in her compact mirror too. She would have even stayed on the floor, a damsel in distress until someone offered to come to her aid. But this one? She was different. She was also… vaguely familiar?
”Hey, I’ve met you before…” No, his post-wasted brain would allow him to recall an accurate name, but just the fact that he could remember anyone or anything at all was remarkable. ”I met you… at Aeropostale.” Precisely. He had been there for a go-see and a possibility of becoming one of their male models and she’d been dragged inside of their store by some vigilant salesclerk, insistent that she agree to be a part of their makeover promotion. Wide-eyed and extremely uncomfortable, she politely tried reassuring the employee that she preferred her clothing and that they should find some other (willing) participant, but the woman had been so aggressive in pointing out to her that her current outfit was beyond dated. He had been the one to chime in that she looked fine in what she was wearing, and reluctantly, she had finally been let go. ”That lady was a complete bitch to you… but you at least handled it well.” As for everything else?
He dismissively shrugged it off. ”Personally, I don’t even think that it’s your fault… I’m under strong suspicion that this chair is possessed. It attacked me earlier,” he explained, an easy grin stretching either sides of his mouth. At this point, her audience had gotten back to their own lives and the worst was pretty much over. ”Besides,” Quietly, Austin added, ”I don’t think anyone even saw.” Liar. ”You recovered really fast.” Glancing over his shoulder at the cashier, he waved him down to get his attention. ”Could you get me another one of… whatever she just ordered? Thanks.” Facing her once more, he finally answered her question. ”There’s no real problem… besides the fact that you were kind of blocking my only exit.” Oh, right, she had fallen in front of the door. ”Not that I was rushing or needed to be anywhere or anything, but… I thought it’d be a bit rude to just step over you while you were on the floor. It doesn’t matter. How about I buy you that other drink? I am, after all, the one who just re-ordered it.”
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