Post by Wil Allison on Mar 19, 2007 20:51:54 GMT -5
Full Character Name:
Wiliam Art Allison(Wil for short)
Character Gender:
Male
First Grade Preference:
Senior
Second Grade Preference:
Junior
Character's Looks/ Physical Description:
Wil stands about 5'9" and wieghs about 120ish. His hair is black and styles it in so many ways. he does wear make up but it mainly off and on type thing. His eyes are this light green to a dark green it varies in his mood that he is normally in. He has his lip peirced twice.
Picture:
Personality:
Indivual
SHY
intersting
competitive
sweet
kind
all around a nice boy
History:
Wil was born in the love city of Chicago. Though his father was awesome and in a band Wil always himself had the love for experimentation. He was a smart child though hated to put his genius mind to work.. When he was 5 years old he learned what it was like to lose his mother and his father was on the road. many think that Wil reason why he never really had much friends is cause of his mothers death. Though Wil through the months that he was in high school got tormented cause of his uniqueness that he had.
Time was in order for this young boy. he soon wanted to switch schools and everything. His mother and father allowed it. Soon he was changing schools like nothing else.
Special talents:
drawling
Role Playing Example:
Wil young intersting and one of the schools intersting and smart one, that never applied thmselves. Ofcourse, he was the only guy who wasnt consided or absultly stupid. No he was utterly shy and curious about things. He was though a complete hot guy. It was something hard to believe for most.
The hallways on his way to the Language Arts hallways was empty. Ofcourse it was way after school and Wil was no where in the right mind to be contious. That was the thing about Wil he was there but he found excuses to be alone. it was the fact people scared him more less.
He wasnt related to anyone. All his fun was in his drawlings that he protained to on a normal bases. Bitting his lip he throws his messenger bag on the floor. He sighed a little staying out of the rooms mearly sitting down on the ground. He got out his sketch book and started to sketch things that popped into his mind.
Wiliam Art Allison(Wil for short)
Character Gender:
Male
First Grade Preference:
Senior
Second Grade Preference:
Junior
Character's Looks/ Physical Description:
Wil stands about 5'9" and wieghs about 120ish. His hair is black and styles it in so many ways. he does wear make up but it mainly off and on type thing. His eyes are this light green to a dark green it varies in his mood that he is normally in. He has his lip peirced twice.
Picture:
Personality:Indivual
SHY
intersting
competitive
sweet
kind
all around a nice boy
History:
Wil was born in the love city of Chicago. Though his father was awesome and in a band Wil always himself had the love for experimentation. He was a smart child though hated to put his genius mind to work.. When he was 5 years old he learned what it was like to lose his mother and his father was on the road. many think that Wil reason why he never really had much friends is cause of his mothers death. Though Wil through the months that he was in high school got tormented cause of his uniqueness that he had.
Time was in order for this young boy. he soon wanted to switch schools and everything. His mother and father allowed it. Soon he was changing schools like nothing else.
Special talents:
drawling
Role Playing Example:
Wil young intersting and one of the schools intersting and smart one, that never applied thmselves. Ofcourse, he was the only guy who wasnt consided or absultly stupid. No he was utterly shy and curious about things. He was though a complete hot guy. It was something hard to believe for most.
The hallways on his way to the Language Arts hallways was empty. Ofcourse it was way after school and Wil was no where in the right mind to be contious. That was the thing about Wil he was there but he found excuses to be alone. it was the fact people scared him more less.
He wasnt related to anyone. All his fun was in his drawlings that he protained to on a normal bases. Bitting his lip he throws his messenger bag on the floor. He sighed a little staying out of the rooms mearly sitting down on the ground. He got out his sketch book and started to sketch things that popped into his mind.
