Post by glassglobeflower on Aug 17, 2009 10:36:18 GMT -5
About You
Real Name: Daisy
Other Characters: Iva Ley
Email/Messenger: PM please!
Experience with RPG: Endless Night, Effanineffable
Route: Endless Night cbox
About Character
Name: Andrew Rennie
Nicknames: Drew, Andy
Role: Pouncival
Age/Year: 19
Tour Date: six months
Home Town: Glasgow, Scotland
Appearance: Andrew is pretty small for a guy, lanky in build though wide-ish around the shoulders and hips. He has a tall forehead, which makes his impish face even more unique, and a thick fringe of dirty blond hair that is dark rather than light and has a gingery tone to it. His eyes are gray, and his skin is very light, and prone to burning. His smile is very boyish, and has a way of melting the heart, but don't be fooled! No matter how cute he looks biting his lip and shoving his hands in his pockets, it usually means he's up to something.
Celeb Appearance: Billy Boyd
Personality: Drew is an all-around prankster. His impish smile is present more often than not, but he gets a particular gleam in his eye whenever an idea strikes him. He's also very good at laughing at himself. It's hard to put him in a bad mood, though perpetual rain and racial slurs can do that easier than pulling a joke on him. Short jokes don't irritate him, but he does have a habit of holding grudges a little overlong, and when something or someone gets on his nerves, it takes a while for them to get off again. For instance, he still refuses to like ballet because he's too short to do it professionally. He's very interested in the sciences, and often catches himself thinking about the biology of dance even as he moves through the steps. He also loves dancing by himself, not just with others, and tries to get a practice room alone a couple times a week to express himself without the scrutiny of others.
Likes:
-flannel
-expensive wine
-slippers
-jazz, both music and dance
-piano
-scented candles
-biochemistry
-fresh fruit
Dislikes:
-rain
-chairs that don't have a footrest
-extreme profanity
-earrings in guys
-racist jokes
-ballet
-track phones
-carrots
History: Andrew grew up in Scotland, and has the accent to prove it, but he's surprisingly dry when it comes to hard drinks. He was first introduced to dance when his mother made him take ballroom at the local studio in order to improve his balance at age eight. Not only did he gain the ability to walk without tripping over his own feet, he realized he loved dance. With that as a goal, he took all advanced courses throughout school, and continued to dance all the way up to his senior year.
Drew finished high school early in order to attend the Glasgow School of Dance at seventeen. Although he never graduated, he had the talent to be recruited to the Cats tour two months before he turned nineteen. His specialty is jazz, and he loves the sheer physicality of throwing himself around the stage in various contorted poses, but the expressiveness of lyrical also strikes a chord in him, and both were his primary goals throughout school. He hopes to either teach dance when he retires or return to college for a doctorate in science.
Try Out
Other: straight
Keyword: Waiting for the Dawn
RPG Sample: The practice room was empty for now, but the echoes of laughter promised future occupants. Andrew slipped into the room and shut the door, thankful for the brief respite. The lights flickered as the turned them on, reflecting off the CD in his hand as he padded across the room in sock feet to the CD player sitting on a chair in the corner. It contained mostly showtunes, but today he skipped the first eight to the second half of the CD: classical.
Drew didn't usually like to dance ballet, but he was feeling melancholy, and the graceful steps fit his mood. He would never hear the end of it if one of the guys heard about this - they knew his self-proclaimed dislike of ballet - but this was a special case, and hang whoever thought he was too short.
Peeling his socks off as the music began, Drew tugged his shirt over his head and tossed both articles of clothing to the side of the room. He preferred to dance like this, in loose sweats that fit snugly at the waist, without hindrances to arms or torso. He loved to watch the muscles of his waist flex and shift as arabesque became passe became tourjete, slow and smooth in perfect balance. Arms stretched, retreated, shadows played across his body as he watched the mirror out of the corner of his eye. His ballet teacher from high school would have upbraided him severely for that, but watching himself dance was a pleasure he could afford now.
Abruptly the music changed, and he changed with it, flinging himself into a brise, landing with one leg parallel with his torso, then rounding out in an attitude. As the song ended in a crash of trumpets and percussion, Andrew slowed, ending in a slow slide to the ground in a split. A light film of sweat coated his skin, but it wasn't the exertion that caused him to perspire. It was the pure elation of the dance that brought moisture to both flesh and eyes. Stretching his arms high above him, Andrew flexed his back down until the top of his head rested against the underside of his knee. His body moved with his wishes smoothly, unhindered in his flexibility, and he burst out laughing as he bounded back to his feet. No matter how much science intrigued him, nothing could match the glory of dance.
Real Name: Daisy
Other Characters: Iva Ley
Email/Messenger: PM please!
Experience with RPG: Endless Night, Effanineffable
Route: Endless Night cbox
About Character
Name: Andrew Rennie
Nicknames: Drew, Andy
Role: Pouncival
Age/Year: 19
Tour Date: six months
Home Town: Glasgow, Scotland
Appearance: Andrew is pretty small for a guy, lanky in build though wide-ish around the shoulders and hips. He has a tall forehead, which makes his impish face even more unique, and a thick fringe of dirty blond hair that is dark rather than light and has a gingery tone to it. His eyes are gray, and his skin is very light, and prone to burning. His smile is very boyish, and has a way of melting the heart, but don't be fooled! No matter how cute he looks biting his lip and shoving his hands in his pockets, it usually means he's up to something.
Celeb Appearance: Billy Boyd
Personality: Drew is an all-around prankster. His impish smile is present more often than not, but he gets a particular gleam in his eye whenever an idea strikes him. He's also very good at laughing at himself. It's hard to put him in a bad mood, though perpetual rain and racial slurs can do that easier than pulling a joke on him. Short jokes don't irritate him, but he does have a habit of holding grudges a little overlong, and when something or someone gets on his nerves, it takes a while for them to get off again. For instance, he still refuses to like ballet because he's too short to do it professionally. He's very interested in the sciences, and often catches himself thinking about the biology of dance even as he moves through the steps. He also loves dancing by himself, not just with others, and tries to get a practice room alone a couple times a week to express himself without the scrutiny of others.
Likes:
-flannel
-expensive wine
-slippers
-jazz, both music and dance
-piano
-scented candles
-biochemistry
-fresh fruit
Dislikes:
-rain
-chairs that don't have a footrest
-extreme profanity
-earrings in guys
-racist jokes
-ballet
-track phones
-carrots
History: Andrew grew up in Scotland, and has the accent to prove it, but he's surprisingly dry when it comes to hard drinks. He was first introduced to dance when his mother made him take ballroom at the local studio in order to improve his balance at age eight. Not only did he gain the ability to walk without tripping over his own feet, he realized he loved dance. With that as a goal, he took all advanced courses throughout school, and continued to dance all the way up to his senior year.
Drew finished high school early in order to attend the Glasgow School of Dance at seventeen. Although he never graduated, he had the talent to be recruited to the Cats tour two months before he turned nineteen. His specialty is jazz, and he loves the sheer physicality of throwing himself around the stage in various contorted poses, but the expressiveness of lyrical also strikes a chord in him, and both were his primary goals throughout school. He hopes to either teach dance when he retires or return to college for a doctorate in science.
Try Out
Other: straight
Keyword: Waiting for the Dawn
RPG Sample: The practice room was empty for now, but the echoes of laughter promised future occupants. Andrew slipped into the room and shut the door, thankful for the brief respite. The lights flickered as the turned them on, reflecting off the CD in his hand as he padded across the room in sock feet to the CD player sitting on a chair in the corner. It contained mostly showtunes, but today he skipped the first eight to the second half of the CD: classical.
Drew didn't usually like to dance ballet, but he was feeling melancholy, and the graceful steps fit his mood. He would never hear the end of it if one of the guys heard about this - they knew his self-proclaimed dislike of ballet - but this was a special case, and hang whoever thought he was too short.
Peeling his socks off as the music began, Drew tugged his shirt over his head and tossed both articles of clothing to the side of the room. He preferred to dance like this, in loose sweats that fit snugly at the waist, without hindrances to arms or torso. He loved to watch the muscles of his waist flex and shift as arabesque became passe became tourjete, slow and smooth in perfect balance. Arms stretched, retreated, shadows played across his body as he watched the mirror out of the corner of his eye. His ballet teacher from high school would have upbraided him severely for that, but watching himself dance was a pleasure he could afford now.
Abruptly the music changed, and he changed with it, flinging himself into a brise, landing with one leg parallel with his torso, then rounding out in an attitude. As the song ended in a crash of trumpets and percussion, Andrew slowed, ending in a slow slide to the ground in a split. A light film of sweat coated his skin, but it wasn't the exertion that caused him to perspire. It was the pure elation of the dance that brought moisture to both flesh and eyes. Stretching his arms high above him, Andrew flexed his back down until the top of his head rested against the underside of his knee. His body moved with his wishes smoothly, unhindered in his flexibility, and he burst out laughing as he bounded back to his feet. No matter how much science intrigued him, nothing could match the glory of dance.
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