Post by andrew trey philips on Dec 27, 2011 23:29:12 GMT -5
ANDREW TREY PHILIPS
[/color][/b][/font]left the childhood, left the memories, left the good times in the past.
[/CENTER]NICK NAMES[/color] andy
AGE[/color] twenty-one ; july thirty-first
GENDER[/color] male
SEXUALITY[/color] bisexual
MEMBER GROUP[/color] werewolf
CANON?[/color] --
PLAY-BY[/color] matthew sanders
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OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
[/color][/CENTER]INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
[/color][/CENTER]EXPERIENCE[/color] 32785728 years
CONTACT[/color] all my contacts are in my profile
CODE FROM THE RULES[/color] --
ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE[/color]
it was a long and very painful walk to the park but in the eyes of mark it was worth it. it was not very often that he was allowed out of the house, even rarer that he be allowed to wander around by himself, but with nick and destiny staying at a friend's house for a while and mr. and mrs. paterson were busy with work so that left mark free to do as he pleased. well, except go to the barn, because mrs. paterson had cancelled all of his riding lessons until further notice. the doctor had told him he wasn't allowed to ride for a while, at least not for a whole month, and that little fact had mark a bit more depressed than he normally was. not being at the barn also meant he didn't get to see wolf which made him even more depressed. wolf was his only friend. so what if the man was ten years older than he was? he was so nice and big and warm. but mark was supposed to let him see all the bruises, which was another reason the patersons wouldn't let him go to the barn. they had told the doctors he had fallen off of a horse, completely believable considering where they lived, but the truth was no horse had done this to him. it had been the unforgiving fists of his unrelated brother, nicolas, that had sent him to the hospital for just about two weeks or so.
i just want these bruises to be gone. i wanna see wolf and the horses again. the seventeen year old pouted, sighing softly and limping toward the nearest park bench. his eyes watered any time he stepped down wrong, whining softly when he finally did manage to sit down on the dull, hard wood of the bench. he shifted gently, gritting his teeth against the uncomfortable pain, feeling like he was going to cry. he hadn't moved around this much since getting beaten and he was beginning to wonder how on earth he was going to get home. "ow," the high school junior whimpered softly, stretching slowly and closing his eyes. he sniffled quietly, his body slowly relaxing, his lips quivering. mark was used to pain, but that didn't make it any easier to deal with.
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CARLEE BARLEY !? OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS AND I SHOULDN'T STEAL IT OR TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF BECAUSE IF I DO, SHE'LL EAT ME WITH ONE OF THOSE MELON SCOOPERS!
