Post by spencer on Jun 4, 2011 16:33:34 GMT -5
SPENCERMASONSINCLAIR !
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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: Spence
birthday: July 1st
gender: Male
grade: N/A
sexuality: Bi-Sexual
played by: Chris Pine[/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]
Spencer also takes great care in his physical appearance, always the one to make sure he eats the right things, only splurging when he can afford to. He has a lean, muscular form. Standing at 6’2 he’s very well proportioned. His chest is defined; arms are lean with the right amount of muscles covering his broad shoulders. There isn’t anything ‘hulking’ about Spencer, he doesn’t take his work outs to the extreme, only wanting to stay fit. His legs are toned, well developed calf muscles and with their length he has a bit of speed whenever he jogs or runs. That natural tan that expanses his face also covers his body; and again, it darkens and lightens depending on the weather. Spencer’s clothes run along the more expensive side, he enjoys silk shirts and designer jeans. He enjoys looking good and letting people know he has cash to spare. Even when he’s lounging for the day his sweaters and shorts aren’t something you’d find on sale at Old Navy.
personality: overall personality goes here (about a paragraph)
likes: likes here (about 5)
dislikes: dislikes here (about 5)
strengths: strengths here (about 3)
weaknesses: weaknesses here (about 3)
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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: yo daddeh here.
siblings: they go here.
significant other (s): if they have one.
pets: simple.
hometown: they're hometown. duh?
history: at least a paragraph just to grasp your character[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
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 jackson: None yet. But that will soon change.
best way to reach you: pm me for aim, msn, or yim.
Sample:
Derrick enjoyed the finer things in life, this didn’t make him a snob in anyway, but coming from a world where you had to fight to get what you wanted or needed, coming from a world where you continually got knocked down and told you were worthless? Then yes, when Derrick started making money from his fights he may splurge on the finest of wines when he was home alone eating dinner specially made for him, he liked fast cars loved feeling the power underneath him knowing he was in control with a simple flick of a wrist and turn of his hand, he liked the feel of silk sheets on his skin instead of the dirty grimy ones he knew all his life. Some would think the fame got to his head, rumors flew around that he was indeed a snob who only accepted the best. They’d be half right. While Derrick was one to only have the finer and higher quality of objects grace his body he wasn’t a snob in the least bit, he didn’t look down at those who had less than him he actually pitied them and even wished them the best in making something more of their lives as he had done. Even now driving the 2005 Ford Mustang the engine purred as he stepped on the gas and a rare smile graced his lips that was until the phone that had been thrown on the passenger seat sang back ACDC to alert him he had an incoming call. That smile was replaced with a sullen grim as he glared at the offending phone until finally he released one hand from the steering wheel and grabbed it, hitting the screen to answer the call he barked into the mouth piece. ”What!”
So maybe that rare good mood had been creeping up on him, but as soon as someone poked into his space that frown and snarl he was known for would soon take the forefront. Derrick Lawson had a reputation around the UFC and MMA circles, he was known for his ferociousness and quick jabs that could bring you down in a heartbeat while in the ring, he was known for his serious and quiet attitude while socializing with people he didn’t like and couldn’t stand, and for those who actually did know the UFC fighter he could be a semi relaxed fellow who didn’t quite open up all the way. So many sides to this particular coin it was hard to see who he truly was, he kept his personal feelings on everything locked inside where no one could lay a finger on it, he knew what it was like to get rejected for who he was and he’d never go through that again. Something he had promised himself just as he promised he’d get out of the slums and live a more comfortable lifestyle. And lucky him he found a career doing something he was good at; bringing other people down with his force and attitude. May the gods have mercy on anyone who got on his bad side for he sure as hell wouldn’t.
The voice that spoke back to him was one he knew intimately well, maybe too intimately thanks to a couple of shots of Tequila and hormones that never did seem to know where to direct themselves. His own manager began to bitch at him, a sultry voice igniting nothing but impatience and annoyance at merely hearing her. He held the phone away from his ear while she droned on about being late for practice and training, as if he went by anyone’s schedule but his own. Again, not snobby just sure of himself…Ok Derrick Lawson could be a snob at times if he was being honest but only about some things. Like people telling him what to do and where to be? Yea, that’s when he used his rank as a fighter to benefit him. Finally when Laura lost some of her steam he finally spoke. ”I’ll be there when I get there.” His voice was cold and gave room for no argument but he knew she’d try which was why he hung the phone up just as he heard her yelling at him again. That’s what he got for sleeping with someone who worked for him; they got highhanded thinking they could butt into his business when in fact no one could but him. The end. He’d have to start looking around for another manager if she didn’t calm herself and get a reality check, there had been a moment of insanity on her part when she thought that sleeping with him was her meal ticket to his own lavish lifestyle but he soon nipped that dream in the bud. The next morning he had sent her on her way with a stern smile and a ‘see ya later’ before slamming the door in her face and going to cook himself some breakfast. Was he cold? Why yes he was, harsh? You betcha. Did he care? Not particularly no. Again, he was known for his brash and sarcastic borderline rude comments when someone pissed him off, he never quite got angry instead he got quiet and his words had the ability and the affect to cut you at your knees and make you cry for mommy. No skin off his nose damn it.
He pulled up to the gym soon enough, the Mustang pulling into the side parking lot reserved for the fighter, his hand moved to the back where he grabbed his duffle bag full of his practice clothes before shutting the door and hearing that satisfying ‘beep beep’ at his car locking. He never took a chance of carjacking him, there was no way in hell someone was touching his baby but him. A hand even swooped across the black glossy hood before entering the double doors that led to a small hallway, the second door on the right would bring him to the locker room where he kept his personal belongings. He knew no one should be there which was what he was looking forward to, even expecting and pushing into the room he began to wind his way through the rows and rows of lockers, his hand going into his bag and began pulling out what he’d need and clenching it in his fist. He hadn’t looked up but he heard the noise, someone rustling around which had his ears almost twitching as his body immediately took on a fighter’s stance. His muscles tensed and he slowly and carefully peeked around a row of lockers and saw a blonde head digging in a locker….his locker damn it. Glaring, eyes narrowed and anger surging through that tense body he stepped from where he had been hiding and leaned against a locker, a lean shoulder pressing itself in the cold metal as he watched her for a moment longer until he cleared his throat to alert her of his presence. She wasn’t dressed as a burglar, oh no she was dressed as if she were about to go to a damn meeting, so what the fuck was she doing snooping around his things. His first thought never did go to Reid also known as ‘Rambo’ in the fighting ring, his arch rival in the UFC, both men held heavy weight champion belts and both hated the other with a raging passion that bordered on murderous thoughts. His thoughts should have jumped to him but they didn’t, instead he was thinking she was some crazed fan trying to get an article of clothing to show all her girlfriends. Wouldn’t be the first, nor the last time someone tried to pull something like that."Watcha doin?"
So maybe that rare good mood had been creeping up on him, but as soon as someone poked into his space that frown and snarl he was known for would soon take the forefront. Derrick Lawson had a reputation around the UFC and MMA circles, he was known for his ferociousness and quick jabs that could bring you down in a heartbeat while in the ring, he was known for his serious and quiet attitude while socializing with people he didn’t like and couldn’t stand, and for those who actually did know the UFC fighter he could be a semi relaxed fellow who didn’t quite open up all the way. So many sides to this particular coin it was hard to see who he truly was, he kept his personal feelings on everything locked inside where no one could lay a finger on it, he knew what it was like to get rejected for who he was and he’d never go through that again. Something he had promised himself just as he promised he’d get out of the slums and live a more comfortable lifestyle. And lucky him he found a career doing something he was good at; bringing other people down with his force and attitude. May the gods have mercy on anyone who got on his bad side for he sure as hell wouldn’t.
The voice that spoke back to him was one he knew intimately well, maybe too intimately thanks to a couple of shots of Tequila and hormones that never did seem to know where to direct themselves. His own manager began to bitch at him, a sultry voice igniting nothing but impatience and annoyance at merely hearing her. He held the phone away from his ear while she droned on about being late for practice and training, as if he went by anyone’s schedule but his own. Again, not snobby just sure of himself…Ok Derrick Lawson could be a snob at times if he was being honest but only about some things. Like people telling him what to do and where to be? Yea, that’s when he used his rank as a fighter to benefit him. Finally when Laura lost some of her steam he finally spoke. ”I’ll be there when I get there.” His voice was cold and gave room for no argument but he knew she’d try which was why he hung the phone up just as he heard her yelling at him again. That’s what he got for sleeping with someone who worked for him; they got highhanded thinking they could butt into his business when in fact no one could but him. The end. He’d have to start looking around for another manager if she didn’t calm herself and get a reality check, there had been a moment of insanity on her part when she thought that sleeping with him was her meal ticket to his own lavish lifestyle but he soon nipped that dream in the bud. The next morning he had sent her on her way with a stern smile and a ‘see ya later’ before slamming the door in her face and going to cook himself some breakfast. Was he cold? Why yes he was, harsh? You betcha. Did he care? Not particularly no. Again, he was known for his brash and sarcastic borderline rude comments when someone pissed him off, he never quite got angry instead he got quiet and his words had the ability and the affect to cut you at your knees and make you cry for mommy. No skin off his nose damn it.
He pulled up to the gym soon enough, the Mustang pulling into the side parking lot reserved for the fighter, his hand moved to the back where he grabbed his duffle bag full of his practice clothes before shutting the door and hearing that satisfying ‘beep beep’ at his car locking. He never took a chance of carjacking him, there was no way in hell someone was touching his baby but him. A hand even swooped across the black glossy hood before entering the double doors that led to a small hallway, the second door on the right would bring him to the locker room where he kept his personal belongings. He knew no one should be there which was what he was looking forward to, even expecting and pushing into the room he began to wind his way through the rows and rows of lockers, his hand going into his bag and began pulling out what he’d need and clenching it in his fist. He hadn’t looked up but he heard the noise, someone rustling around which had his ears almost twitching as his body immediately took on a fighter’s stance. His muscles tensed and he slowly and carefully peeked around a row of lockers and saw a blonde head digging in a locker….his locker damn it. Glaring, eyes narrowed and anger surging through that tense body he stepped from where he had been hiding and leaned against a locker, a lean shoulder pressing itself in the cold metal as he watched her for a moment longer until he cleared his throat to alert her of his presence. She wasn’t dressed as a burglar, oh no she was dressed as if she were about to go to a damn meeting, so what the fuck was she doing snooping around his things. His first thought never did go to Reid also known as ‘Rambo’ in the fighting ring, his arch rival in the UFC, both men held heavy weight champion belts and both hated the other with a raging passion that bordered on murderous thoughts. His thoughts should have jumped to him but they didn’t, instead he was thinking she was some crazed fan trying to get an article of clothing to show all her girlfriends. Wouldn’t be the first, nor the last time someone tried to pull something like that."Watcha doin?"
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