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 Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 2:50 am
 Caspar Devlin MacKenzie "Come on, man, it'll be fun!" Student - Science Teacher's Assistant I am known as Cas, Mack, anything anyone can randomly make up, really. I have 16 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously all male, cutie . I am very much attracted to beautiful women of all shapes and sizes . That is why my sexual preference is heterosexual .I'm a 1/2 neko, 1/2 witch , and I stand around 6'5" feet(or inches) and weigh around 187 pounds. Expect me to be a wild child! Everything about me, baby, screams fun! I'm a daredevil, so I do whatever I want, when I want, and no one can control me. Life is a wild ride, and I am so prepared to go out laughing! Ya know, my friend Kyle did this totally WICKED throttle on his... Okay, let me finish this for Caspar, since he's gone off on a little rabbit trail. Caspar is a very, very lively young man. Ever since he was young, he was encouraged to speak his mind, and has happily done so for years. He's not the smartest kid in the world, but he seems to make up for it with charisma. Underneath it all, though, he's very insecure. Despite everything he says, Caspar really doesn't know his sexuality, and is fairly unsure if he really does only like women. Because of this, if you get him alone, sit him down, and make him talk, he'd probably calm down and finally explain his real feelings, and not the ones he displays to the world. At one point, he started cutting himself to get past the anger of his sexual frustration, but he's forced himself out of it.And this is my story... My parents, my father a neko and my mother a witch, have always been world travellers, so when they found out they were pregnant with me, they didn't let it slow them down. I was born with my ears and a tail in a tiny village in Thailand, and when my mother was almost killed by the labor, my father demanded we settle down back in the States until she was better. Unfortunately, after my mother recovered, my parents fell in love with the historic town of Salem, Massachusetts and made us stay there. When I was ten, my powers finally came in, and my mother began teaching me white magic. However, I was way too bored with the idea of learning that I never really learned anything, and just would stay outside, playing and doing things to impress the ladies. At one point, I broke my arm for jumping off the roof just to get a girl's number! Course it didn't work... Anyway! When I was fifteen, my parents finally had enough and decided to send me off to a boarding school, maybe get someone who knows how to teach professionally to teach me magic. I wasted over six months looking for boarding schools, and finally settled on this one. So now, I'm stuck here, with no friends, and endless possibilities. And hey! Maybe I can get a girlfriend! Or a boyfriend. What was that? Nothing~I'm gifted with the abilities of: ✓Kitty Agility ✓Spellcasting (Note: make the abilities reasonable.Not too overpowerful) Likes: ✓Girls and all they have to offer~ ✓Science, it's the only subject I'm really good at ✓Playing guitar (that I only learned to impress girls) ✓Admittedly, reading, but only if it's outside ✓Meeting new people Dislikes: ✗Being stuck inside all day ✗Being made fun of for stupid things ✗Being forced to play instruments by my mother who's trying to "bring culture" to my life ✗Dancing, I'm not good at it ✗Having my things taken from me Other facts you should know about me are my motorbike, Esmeralda, is my baby, and if you touch her without my permission, I'll kill you. My favorite song is: Out There by Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz The one beyond the fourth wall is Mayah Playah
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 10:20 pm
 Patrick Sinclair "I like the cold. It's my thing." Student I am known as Patrick, mostly. I have 19 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously as manly as they come. I am very much attracted to anyone interesting, because I was raised not to be too picky, and that is why my sexual preference is bisexual.I'm a human on my father's side, but my mother was an ice nymph, and I stand around 6'4" and weigh around208 pounds.Expect me to be splendidly charming in most every way. Hah! Just kidding! Patrick is more often than not the jokester in the group, always ready for a laugh and forever comfortable in a group setting. Growing up in a large family, he does very well for himself when surrounded by people, and can't stand a minute of silence. Friendly to almost a fault, the cheerful teen is sincere in his joy, his life not always going his way, but almost always taking it with a grin. Being Scottish, however, if he's angered, he's pissed. The redhead is fiercely protective over his sisters and mother, teaching his younger brothers to protect the women and learning from his own elder brothers and father how to hold his own. At the end of the day, Patrick is the smile of the family, goodhearted and able to drink you under the table. And this is my story...Patrick was born the fifth out of nine kids in a tiny town somewhere in the green pastures that is Scotland. Yikes, right? However, Patrick has loved his positioning in the family ever since he was young. His older brothers, Alistair, Clark and Ian, taught him how to fight, his big sister, Abigail, taught him how to dance and sing, and he taught his own younger siblings what he'd been taught. Throughout his entire life, Patrick was happy. He had family, friends, and most importantly, ice. Each member of the family had their own things, like Alistair knew everything, Alice could cook anything she could think of, Eleanor's dancing outdid any professional (in Patrick's opinion at least), and God save you if you got into a fist fight with the twins Finley and Fiona. But Patrick, other than being the family clown, had a secret talent when it came to ice. He found out about it one night while collecting firewood out in the forest when he was around 14. Like most of his family, Patrick always wore gloves to protect others from the powers he hadn't quite developed. His mother, an ice nymph, had handed down her cryokinesis to her children, who all could use it by the time they were teens. Patrick, however, was the odd one out, his powers taking their own sweet time to appear. Not wanting to stand out more than he already did by having the only red hair in the family, though, his mother sewed him a pair of gloves like all the others, which he wore at all times. The entire family kept their abilities secret, practicing in the privacy of their home, and never testing the limits of their powers. In a way, Patrick's inability to manipulate ice brought the family closer, his vulnerability and red hair endearing him to the others. He still cherished his bright blue eyes, though, that he had inherited from his mother, much like the others.
During his little outing, Patrick found himself lost in the woods he thought he knew like the back of his hand. Dropping the wood, he wrapped his arms around himself in the sudden chilly wind and looked around. His younger brother, who had been with him, was gone, and he was completely alone. Not willing to give up, Patrick picked the wood back up and trudged on, dreading that he was only getting more and more lost. Soon enough, he found himself at a small pond. To his dismay, he felt even further from home than before. Hopelessly lost, he dropped the wood once more and fell to his knees, starting to cry for home. As the tears fell into the pond, the water began to freeze, a fact that Patrick didn't realize until he heard the splatter of tears against ice. He gasped and looked up, looking out at the solid ice before him. Patrick stood, amazed at what he'd somehow created. He removed his gloves, reaching out his fingertips to touch a tree branch, which was immediately covered in frost. Problems forgotten, he laughed and smiled, running his hands to the base of the tree and covering it all in his frost. He danced around the icy tree, ecstatic that he was no longer the strange one. It took a while, but he soon remembered that he had to find his way home and reluctantly left the tree, his gloves stuffed into his pocket. As he walked the dark woods, he tried to remain brave, only to jump and thrust out his hands as he heard a sudden snarl and growl. The ice that flew from his fingers instantly solidified, creating a spear of sorts and impaling the wolf that was too close for comfort. Patrick stared at the dead animal, then at his hands. His siblings' ice had never harmed anything, even when they were scared. They were always controlled to perfection, limits never breached. What... What else could ice do? That question in mind, Patrick soon found himself at home, keeping his new powers a secret and pretending to still not have them.
From that day on, Patrick would get himself lost everyday to get to that pond and practice. He advanced very quickly, building small playhouses out of ice and creating ridiculous amounts of toys, sculptures, and weapons. He designed swords and palaces and even managed to figure out how to manipulate the ice to create durable clothing. Unfortunately, Patrick still had to wear the gloves to keep his growing powers under control, since pretending not to have them had kept him from learning how to control them with his siblings. He did have a special pair of gloves that he had created himself, which were a snow white with frost blue embroidery on the edge that he wore when out running errands by himself. With great care, he protected his secret, searching for an escape to somewhere that he could learn to control his abilities. One day, he walked by a gaggle of girls with his two eldest brothers as they went to collect groceries, distantly acknowledging their giggling and flirtatious glances. The two elder boys, however, wouldn't so easily pass over pretty girls and started talking to them. Thankfully, Patrick was tired from a late-night practice and almost didn't catch the conversation going on behind him between a few other girls about a new school for "special" kids. Patrick, intrigued, waited until he was back home to look up the school, taking in with a smile the information. This was the answer to his problem! He would search around campus for someone to teach him, still keeping the secret from everyone else, of course, and leave when he'd figured out to handle it. It took a lot of pleading with his parents, but eventually, Patrick had their blessing and was well on his way to this new school, gloves on his fingers and his future riding on his next move. I'm gifted with the abilities of: ✓Cryokinesis - For lack of a better explanation, the ability to manipulate ice. Patrick can make weapons, clothes, and buildings out of his ice, but they all require a large amount of concentration that weakens him. The weapons, usually swords, are definitely not unbreakable, much like their metal counterparts, and they take time to create, but Patrick only uses them when he has to.
✓Super-secret keeping?Likes: ✓Snow
✓Singing (decent singing voice, but not as good as his brother Donald)
✓Cold
✓Being outside
✓Creating anything and everything that he can out of his iceDislikes:✗Hearing redhead jokes ("I'll have you know, my name is not Firecrotch!")
✗Too warm of a climate
✗Reminding himself that he's a liar to his family
✗Walnuts. They're just... No.
✗Apples, for some reasonOther facts you should know about me are that he has his license to drive and all that, but it's probably best to not let him drive. My favorite song is: Let It Go by Idina Menzel
The one beyond the fourth wall is Mayah Playah
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 2:11 am
Birthday: January 30  Byron Marie Simmons "Just take your shirt off, and we'll both feel better~" College Student - Nurse's Office Aide I am known as Byron, and if you're feeling frisky, Master~. I have 19 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously male. I am very much attracted to beautifully muscled men, and that is why my sexual preference is homosexual.I'm a human, more or less, and I stand around 6'1" and weigh around 147 pounds.Expect me to be stubborn beyond the point of no return and endearingly seductive, I should think! Just gonna cut in for a moment here. Byron is level-headed for someone of his background, always prepared for a fight if he needs to be in one, always ready to do what needs to be done. He's pretty clever, pretty funny, and always quick with a quip. He's that guy that you know that's so annoyingly fantastic that you almost hate him for being gay. Byron's never been in love, and is honestly searching for it, but in his travels, has learned a thing or two, namely that sex ruins a good relationship. So he sleeps around, trying to find someone to love him while he does, believing wholeheartedly that having sex first will get it out of the way and set forth a good, healthy relationship. Sounds good in theory, but once you put it out there... And this is my story... Oh! I was born in the cutest little town called London, maybe you've heard of it? I loved it right from the beginning, I did, but as time went by, I lost my taste for it. So I packed my bags, kissed my mother goodbye, and headed off, exploring the world until I ended up here! Again, stepping in. Byron really was born in London, England to middle-class parents, their only child. The two had always wanted a daughter, so when they were delivered a son, they were both heartbroken. When Byron's father, Jonathan, left the room to speak to the doctor about payment, the heavily-medicated woman signed off her son as Byron Marie. When he returned, he was shocked and slightly angry, but decided not to provoke a fight with his wife and allowed it. By the time they left the hospital, Mr. Simmons didn't really mind the name, after all. When he was ten, his father caught his mother in an affair that had been in place for almost twelve years. Although he wasn't sure whether or not Byron was really his son, Mr. Simmons, having raised the boy as his own, chose to not contest it and believe that this child was his boy. That week, he packed his and Byron's bags and, much to the distress of his now-ex-wife, left with Byron in tow. The two did travel the world, seeking new adventures as a father-son team, masking their travels with archaeological digs that Byron's father headed. By the time the boy had reached the age of sixteen, he'd had a lover in over thirty countries, but had no real place to call home. Tired of the constant moving and wanting his son to have at least his senior year of high school, Jonathan Simmons took a job as a curator at a museum and placed his son into a well-known academy for gifted and "gifted" students, returning to his jet-setting career once Byron finished high school. He graduated decently well, but decided to continue to assist in the nurse's office as a college aide for both extra credit and to keep up with the juicy tidbits still floating around the large school. I'm gifted with the abilities of: ✓Super stealth - This isn't really so much of a power as it is a defense mechanism. Some people don't react well to gay persons, so I pretend to be straight, simple as that. In fact, even my father doesn't know! And that's why it's super.
✓I can cook. Is that an ability?Likes: ✓Being in charge
✓Not being in charge (but only in the bedroom~)
✓Being on top
✓Being on bottom
✓Cooking (especially anything with chocolate)Dislikes:✗Not being in charge when not in the bedroom
✗Oven mitts
✗Those dumba-s chef hats they make us wear in Cooking Class.
✗People who take too long to decide something simple
✗Bodybuilders (there's a such thing as too much muscle)Other facts you should know about me are I really do love to cook. Honestly! It's what got me into the school. I love it more than making love, to be completely straight with you. Side note: Byron's biggest fear is his father finding out he's gay. He doesn't care about his mother knowing, since he doesn't like her for breaking his father's heart, but if his precious Papa knew? Oh, it'd rip him to shreds. It's the only secret he really keeps. My favorite song is: Perfect by Simple Plan The one beyond the fourth wall is Mayah Playah
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 5:07 am
Birthday: April 17  Doctor Elliot Royal Grant "Well now, this will only pinch a little. You can trust me." Doctor I am known as Elliot and Doctor Grant. I have close to 50 (although I look around mid-thirties or so) candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously a man. I am very much attracted to men and women, as both can be victims, and that is why my sexual preference is bisexual.I'm a cursed human, and I stand around 6'6" and weigh around197 pounds.Expect me to be Elliot is a lot like his son, only manlier. He's brilliant, cocky, flirty, and charming, almost exactly like Liam, with one huge difference: his murders are much more personal. Doctor Grant is a killer because he had a lonely childhood (the closest explanation I can force out of him), and because of this, when he kills, tries to make the person as trusting and comfortable as possible. Unlike Liam, the murders aren't about just killing. It's about the heartbreak in the other person's eyes as they see someone they trust and respect killing them. He'll take weeks to set up a kill, and spend every minute deciding the best way to kill them. In a way, he's even more deadly than his Surgeon son. And this is my story...Doctor Grant was born in Dorset, England to a young widow who's husband, Elliot's father, had died at war. His mother, a beautiful American, insisted that they return to her family home in Pennsylvania soon after her son's tenth birthday. Elliot, who was already very shy and didn't have many friends, lost even more confidence as he and his mother changed homes, becoming more and more introverted as the days went on. His mother barely noticed. Bored and alone, Elliot put his brilliant mind to use and started to spend his time killing various animals in many creative ways: the most fun being to coax them closer and, just as they let him pet them, stab them with a kitchen knife. He didn't move on to kill humans until he went to university.
Graduating high school as salutatorian, Elliot went off to a well-known medical college in England and was immediately thrust towards the corpse farm. As a freshman, he had to go to the closest body farm twice a week and submit the orders, and soon became accustomed to the sight of a dead human body. But he couldn't stop himself from wondering things like how they died, who killed them, what kind of people they'd been. He decided there that he would kill someone, and was soon presented with a chance. There was another freshman who roomed near the future doctor, secretly gay and an admirer of Elliot's. The young student lured the other male into his dorm, charming him into an affair and sleeping with him almost every day for three weeks. The young gay male fell hard and fast for his new lover, and didn't see anything strange about being asked to go to the body farm with the former British citizen. Once there, he and Elliot started yet another "encounter", only to be stopped by a knife in his stomach. The young man, shocked by this betrayal, fell to the ground and bled out, horror-filled eyes staring up at the cold man he'd loved so fiercely. After the young man was dead, Elliot took great care in the destruction of the body, planting various limbs all over the farm.
It was around this time that he met his future wife Melissa. She was sixteen, he was seventeen, and she was so sweet that he couldn't bear to kill her. Wanting to protect her innocence from the world, Elliot seduced the teenage girl and married her once it was discovered that she was with child. The baby, a boy they named after Elliot's father, was the apple of his mother's eye, everything that the fatherless doctor-to-be had always wanted. Sadly, it soon became clear to the man that, although his son was almost exactly like him, Liam hated him. Around his boy's tenth birthday, Elliot was fully involved in his murderous habits, when he tried to kill the wrong woman. She cursed him with immortality, doomed to watch the ones he loved die, just as he'd watched those who loved him die. Knowing that his son hated him and that he would blame his father, the woman involved Liam, stating that when he was about twenty, she would pull the young man into the same trap, dooming him to his hated father's same fate. Elliot was horrified, and, thinking that the only way to save his son would be to disappear, let Liam try to kill him. He faked his death, leaving the family to be a doctor back in America. Years later, he could hardly control his surprise at seeing his son, his precious Liam, walking in his daddy's shoes as the Surgeon and murdering mercilessly. I'm gifted with the abilities of: ✓Immortality - He doesn't age, heals very quickly, and it takes great force to kill him. Death is entirely possible, just... hard.
✓Is being charming an ability?Likes: ✓Meeting handsome and pretty people
✓Seducing them with his confident, sexy charm, and bringing said people home to perform autopsies on them while they're still alive and take out their organs until they die
✓Opera music
✓Old movies
✓A certain old friendDislikes:✗People who catch on to "The Game", as he and his son call it
✗People who tell him what he's doing is wrong
✗Any form of corn. Doesn't even really like popcorn
✗His coworker, Denise. She's so nosy
✗Drinking aloneOther facts you should know about me are Only one other person knows that Elliot is a murderer, and that one person is long-gone from his life. In fact, he doesn't even know if the person is still alive. My favorite song is: Nessun Dorma from Giacomo Puccini's "Turandot"
The one beyond the fourth wall is Mayah Playah
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 5:30 am
Birthday: August 10  Einar Grímsson "Ah, what a lovely day to tend to flowers!" College Student - Environmental Sciences Teacher's Assistant I am known as Grim, since rarely anyone can pronounce my name, for some reason. It's not like it's hard. I have 19 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously a shy boy . I am very much attracted to sweet women and strong men . That is why my sexual preference is bisexual .I'm a necromancer , and I stand around 6'7" feet(or inches) and weigh around 175 pounds. Expect me to be: Grim hates anything and everything about the color orange, first and foremost. Other than that, he's a generally nice guy who doesn't like talking to people. It's not that he's shy. He's only a little socially awkward. Since most of his childhood was hiding his powers from the world, he never had many friends, and is still rather lonely. Nowadays, everything is about his work and honing his powers. He's never had a girlfriend, so he's very shy around girls, and since he found out he likes men as well, he hasn't been able to date them either. Really, Grim is one big nervous mess. Ever since returning to Iceland, he's been slowly becoming more and more social, but the problem remains that he's still awkward. And this is my story... He was born to a pair of really nice people in Reykjavik, Iceland. Growing up in the suburbs, he was really just a normal kid until he turned seven. On his seventh birthday, the appropriately named Grim looked up at a tree to see a young woman, hanging from a rope. She spoke to him, her sweet voice and gentle words bringing a smile to his face. His mother, seeing this, instantly took him inside and asked him who he was talking to. Grim smiled and told her that he was speaking to the nice woman hanging from the tree. Frightened, his mother called his father in, telling him what the boy had said. He only shook his head and told his wife the story behind his family, the necromancers. Years later, Grim had been separated from the other children almost his entire life. His one solace from his loneliness was his beloved garden, that he planted himself behind the house. No one was allowed into his special place, and he was more than happy to remain alone, surrounded by his flowers. Hearing of a school for gifted children like himself, the boy threw aside his desire to stay with his garden and begged his parents to let him go. Seeing how the shy boy needed to be exposed to others like him, they consented and allowed him to go. Upon arriving, Grim was shocked to find that there was no one like him. There was a class, yes, but no one was a natural necromancer like he was. They were learning it as a trick of the trade, not a lifestyle. Grim reluctantly joined the class, finding comfort in only the fact that the teacher is at least a seasoned necromancer. After graduation, Grim's student visa ran out and he was ordered to return home to Iceland. Not wanting to get into trouble, Grim agreed to return and said goodbye to the country he had fallen so deeply in love with, giving his flower shop to his former assistant and going home. After two years of college, Grim finally managed to acquire another, more permanent visa and said goodbye again to his family, eager to start school at the nearby university and return to managing his flower shop. I'm gifted with the abilities of: ✓Necromancy - Can raise the dead long enough to speak to them. Drawback: cannot raise the dead permanently without assistance Likes: ✓Chicken-fried steak ✓Women and men ✓Cleaning ✓Baking ✓Gardening and flowers Dislikes: ✗Taking his gloves off ✗Things that aren't clean or organized ✗People touching his flowers ✗Seeing others abuse plants ✗Rude people stomping into his private garden Other facts you should know about me are: The more he uses his powers, the more his fingers turn a charred black. It takes Healing Water to return them to their normal color, but he rarely finds someone who can help with that. My favorite song is: San Fransisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair) by Scott McKenzie The one beyond the fourth wall is Mayah Playah
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 9:49 pm
 Henry Augustus Patrick Greene"Being a prince has nothing to do with being charming." Student I am known as Bon-Hwa, Adeul - only by my "mother", Dumb Kid - by Uncle Haneul, various royal titles - by Luther and Uncle Heinrich. I have 18 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously male. I am very much attracted to no one in particular. That is why my sexual preference is technically asexual, I guess.I'm a Fairy tale - Frog Prince , and I stand around 6'4" feet(or inches) and weigh around 169 pounds. Expect me to be as easy-going and fun-loving as the men who adopted me. I'm supposed to be a Prince Charming or whatever, but I find it's much more fun to spend my time just playing sports and having fun. I don't really flirt around sincerely, only having sexual experiences because it's expected of me, and I'm too nice to say no to anyone. Ergo, I end up dating people of all genders, races and dispositions. On the bright side, my polite demeanor and perpetual niceness makes mean people so uncomfortable that they end up just walking away awkwardly in shame.And this is my story... Let me start off with the interesting stuff first. My father is King Balthazar of the Frog Kingdom, and that is exactly what it sounds like. It's a family tradition for the princes to be transformed into frogs so that they can meet their true loves and return to the palace to take their rightful place on the throne and allow the previous king to retire. Father's curse ended up taking fifty years to break, and in the end, he fell in love with a young dancer named Eun-Ho. They happily married and Father rose up to take back the throne and rule over his people. Unfortunately, he forgot a major detail about being king: he needed to sire an heir.
Due to my adopted mother's lack of ovaries and other female parts, Father was pushed towards the most logical option. The kingdom was searched far and wide for the perfect female to carry the son of the king, and when she was found, she was implanted with the king's DNA and impregnated. Waiting on bated breath, she carried me to term and I was born. I was immediately brought into the palace to be raised as the firstborn son and future Frog King. My parents loved me very much, helped greatly by the head butler, Heinrich, and his lover, Haneul, who were raising a child of their own at the same time. I grew up with Luther, the son of the butler and future servant to me, who I managed to talk into being my best friend by the time we were eight.
Unlike several other princes in the Fairy-Tale realm, I was genuinely gifted with athleticism and dedicated the time I wasn't studying to sports. This, of course, led to me coming home after competitions covered in bruises and cuts much to the chagrin of my family and friends, but I never minded. Anything for the thrill and rush of adrenaline, I suppose. Being athletic, handsome, cultured, and truly charming, I was always very popular with men and women alike, but it never mattered to me. I don't have long before I'm due to be transformed into a frog myself, so I managed to beg my parents into letting me spend my last year of high school abroad. Who knows? Maybe I'll find my supposed true love here.I'm gifted with the abilities of: ✓Frog Summon - Self-explanatory; I can summon a frog at any time to do my bidding, which is usually to hit the face of who I'm throwing them at, much like my father.
✓Plot Twist - An ability for men in my father's bloodline only; grants the males the capability to transform people into frogs and frogs into people. I'm decently sure it can be reversed. Each change caused by the male reverses as soon as the male is dead.Much thanks to Awesome nerd for these powersLikes: ✓Exercise
✓Sports
✓Cooking (when he's allowed)
✓Dancing (when he's not studying or something)
✓Spending time with Luther, no matter what he's forced to eat
✓Disney moviesDislikes: ✗The Frog Prince tradition
✗Playing the piano (culture, schmulture, it's boring!)
✗Staying inside when it's so pretty outside
✗Swamps (doesn't mind the bugs or humidty, hates the smell)
✗Being too far away from his parents or Luther for too long
Other facts you should know about me are Duty and honor are among my highest-held morals, and if I ever met a man, regardless of his station and titles, who refuses to do as he's honor-bound to do, he's not a man in my eyes. They never know I don't like them though. I'm too polite. Only Luther really knows who I don't like.My favorite song is: Ain't No Sunshine by Bill WithersThe one beyond the fourth wall is Mayah Playah
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 12:00 am
Birthday: August 25 Jack Christie "I will win over his love, you can count on that!" Coach (for now) I am known as Jack, Coach, whatever. I have 51 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously a man. I am very much attracted to men, and that is why my sexual preference is homosexual.I'm a human, and I stand around 6'6" and weigh around213 pounds.Expect me to be incredibly cocky and headstrong. Jack has always been competitive, winning the title of football and basketball captains every year of high school. He's also pretty smart, contrary to popular belief, and is very gifted at strategy. In another life, he would've been a very good general. Unfortunately, he grew bored of the military life very quickly, and although he left the army with a degree and a future, he still felt like he'd wasted valuable time. Jack doesn't like wasting anything, much less time. He is very loyal and thoroughly dedicated to his children, remaining staunchly in their lives even after his divorce. He's a relatively good father, or so he likes to think, and has been stupidly in love with the same person for almost eight years. And this is my story... Born to a pair of nice people from Georgia who'd moved up north for a better life for their kids, Jack had grown up in a decent neighborhood with a decent childhood. It wasn't outstanding, but he couldn't complain. He went to high school and excelled in sports, then left for the army after graduation. After four years of school on the government's dime and a shotgun wedding in Washington State, as well as a couple deployments that he doesn't like to talk about, Jack left the army and became a coach at a rather upscale academy, where he met the future love of his life, a young athlete named Parker.
He tried to confess his love, leaving his wife and children to promise his love, but it was too late. Parker left for school, and Jack was out to the world. He owned it, being a proud gay dad and remaining in his children's lives. He's lying in wait for Parker to return, knowing he can earn the young man's heart if he tries hard enough. Likes: ✓Handsome young men
✓Reading history books
✓Sports
✓Old movies
✓Talking to his kids when he canDislikes:✗His ex-wife's little friends who hate him for divorcing her
✗Lazy people
✗Brussel sprouts
✗His daughter's boyfriend who calls himself "The Todd"
✗Bad Chinese foodOther facts you should know about me are Jack's in love with a former student of his. He's working so hard to fix his life specifically to make himself worthy of him. My favorite song is: Stardust - Nat King Cole The one beyond the fourth wall is Mayah Playah
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