Post by i R frankie. on Apr 30, 2008 20:34:42 GMT -5
[/i][/b]samson adams,
"while you're out gay-bashing, i'm gonna be at your house fucking your girlfriend...in the ass."[/center]
name, frankeh.
age, fifteen.
gender, i have boobs. not man boobs, either. >3
rp experience, ...i have more experience than your mom.
how'd you find us? roarz.
other characters, no.
name, samson charlson adams.
nickname, sammy, samsam, sam...whatever.
birthdate, february fourteenth, '89.
band, get busy living or get busy dying.
position, groupie/band photographer.
hometown, detriot, michigan.
sexuality, pansexual.
heritage, french-irish.
hair, very scene-esque hair, bordering on black. sometimes he'll have tips, usually neon colors.
eyes, a bright blue, and his pupils are usually quite large.
height, 5' 7"
weight, 125 lbs.
build skinny little bugger, with long appendages.
clothing style,
the only type of clothing that describes Mr. Adams, is scene clothing. Neon colored shirts with obscure text and graphics on them, glow sticks, and sharpies. Big necklaces, big shoes, big hair. skinny jeans, and gangster hats. If it's expensive, and "obscure" he's probably wearing it. Though, he wears a lot of his own clothes. He started a line when he was eighteen, and it lasted a year, then he discontinued it...Too much work.
portrayed-by, paul griffths.
likes,
`girls.
`boys.
`glow sticks.
`cancer sticks.
`strobe lights.
`being numb.
`doodling.
`taking pictures.
`fritos.
`hugs.
`kisses.
`poking people.
`flirting.
`drinking.
`pixie sticks.
dislikes,
`drugs.
`stupid movies.
`headaches.
`getting sick.
`orange juice.
`driving under the speed limit.
`cold french fries.
`"people".
`iPods.
`seafood.
strengths, photography, doodling little chibi things, screaming.
weaknesses, a pair of pretty eyes, make up, rain.
fears being in front of people, falling in love.
quirks, mr. adams squeals, and squeaks when excited, surprised, or poked...there are other ways to get him to squeak, but it's a secret.
goals, as of now, samson just wants to live.
over all,
On top of the ice cream sundae of life is Samson, trying to shove the huge cherry in his mouth. He's an over-indulger, through and through, and even if it's too big for him to handle, he'll try to handle it anyway. He had a bout with drugs when he was about fifteen years old, and nearly killed himself because of it...A pure example of excessive over-indulgence. Of course, after that, he kept far away from that, and found other ways to indulge. Sort of like a rehab. Every moment is a moment of weakness for him, so he finds new things to obsess over to get his mind off the drugs.
He's very artsy. Drawing, well...Doodling, annoying sketch lines, no color, unless he really feels like it. Photography is the major part. He can find the good, or the beauty in anyone, and will prove it to them through photography. So, he's a pretty nice guy. He can have bitchy, girly-boy moments, where he will threaten to bitch slap you. It doesn't take much to get him to that point.
Despite the fact that he doesn't(or tries not to) do drugs, he doesn't mind other people do them. In fact, he cheers them on, with almost a hope that the same thing that happened to him, will happen to them, and they'll learn.
With a happy and slightly bitchy exterior, comes a slightly depressed interior. Everyone has their downsides...Samson is no exception. He has had a history of depression, that still lingers today. Nothing that little medicine can't cure. Medicine doesn't always help though...And that's when the indulging starts.
Flirtatious, and...Well, a manwhore. Sammy loves girls, Sammy loves guys, Sammy will fuck both. He loves physical stuff. Hugs, kisses, pokes...Whatever. Of course, he's not a people person...He really only gets along with people he's well acquainted with. He really hates people actually. Hates to be around them, and look at them and talk to them. So...The friends he has, are the friends he's had for a while, or people that his friend's have introduced him to.
parents, Carlee Adams, 44.
Michael Adamson, 45.
siblings, Molly Adams, 14.
other close family, nope.
pets, An albino boa constrictor, Motley.
other's opinion, "Perfect family. Always have been, always will. Very successful. That son of theirs, Samson, very successful young man...A little messed up in the head though."
happiest memory,
Best memory ever? Definitely the first time I got heroin in me. God, it was scary as shit, but I've never felt so good in my whole life. Everything is a pure, shitty blur, and everything gets loud, and ear-splitting.
worst memory,
Christmas eve, on the floor of my friend's bathroom. I couldn't feel anything, and I was so fucking thankful for that. I'm pretty sure I had overdosed on some Tylenol she had in her medicine cabinet. I already took some other crap that night, and started having these freakish hallucinations. Stabbing at my arm with her extra razor blades. God...
personal history,
Born in Detroit, Samson was automatically introduced into the world of ghettos, and drugs. They lived in a ghetto, actually, until he was five, and his father scrapped up enough cash to get them a small two-bedroom apartment in a good part of town. School meant absolutely nothing to him, unlike normal kids who obsessed over school...Elementary school at least. Sam was in the office most of the time, being questioned to why he scribbled that picture of the man getting stabbed. Samson would always tell the principal that that's what he saw one day while looking out the window...
Middle school rolled along. Rolled along fast, pointlessly. More doodles, and one expulsion later, on drug-related charges. It was only once, in possession of marijuana. He didn't touch the stuff again until he was in ninth grade...
That's how the drug abuse started. Some hits in the afternoon with his friends soon escalated into some X in the men's room during study break. It made the day go by so fast...And no one really ever noticed. That was the fun part of high school. No one really cared, no matter how much they tried to sell it.
Life at home was perfect. His parents were oblivious of his habit, since they were obsessing over his sister, Molly. Pretty and perfect. But no abuse...No nothing. They were a happy family, and Samson was glad to be left alone.
The regular drug habit kept up until the beginning of tenth grade. At a late night party at his friend's house, he had taken a few too many hits, and a few too many X pills. After complaining of a headache, his friend told him where the Tylenol was. In the state he was in, he just took the cap off, and poured most of the bottle in his mouth, and chewed them up. Within about...twenty minutes, he went back into the bathroom, and just threw up, collapsing on the floor. The hallucinations started, and he thought his own body was attacking him, so he grabbed his friend's spare razor blades, and started stabbing at his arms. After five minutes, they found him, and got him tied up, so he wouldn't hurt himself anymore. 911 was called, and...Well, the rest is history.
He dropped out of High School, and just moved in with his friend, who helped him found his clothing line, until he discontinued the line, and gave it to her as a gift to do what she wanted with about five months later. He kept most of the clothes he made, and took the money, flying to England, to just escape. That was five months ago. Now he's taking pictures for bands, and hanging with his homies...Still a little messed up inside, but that's his dirty little secret.
what makes your character different? i dunno...he's just cool. XD
rp sample,
i'm admin. fuck you. any band info in his app. is moot. ignore it.
