Post by michael alexander poynter on Jul 13, 2009 10:59:11 GMT -5
( MICHAELALEXANDERPOYNTER)
( BEHINDTHESCREEN )
( BEHINDTHESCREEN )
NAME: Vice, Victoria, Mutewolf, Riianu
NICKNAMES: whatever....-shrug-
AGE: Seventeen
GENDER: Female
BIRTHDAY: November 8, 1991
( THEBASICS )
NAME: Michael Alexander Poynter. He was named after his granddad.
NICKNAMES: Mike, Mikey, Mickey, Alex, Poynter
AGE: Twenty-eight
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY: March 19, 1983
SCHOOL: None
OCCUPATION: Previously a photographer but currently unemployed
GANG: Jokers
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight as a wet noodle. It depends really so technically he's bisexual but won't admit it until he's sticking his tongue down a guy's throat.
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
( THEAPPEARANCE )
FACE: Ben Barnes
HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 169lbs
HAIR&EYE COLOR: Michael’s eyes are a little almond shaped, sitting under incredibly well groomed eyebrows. He has dark hair, cut diagonally across his face in soft bangs that tends to fall into his hazel colored eyes.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: He wears a gold ring on his right hand, middle finger, that depicts the claddagh (two hands holding a heart that wears a crown) with a trinity on either side. Also, Michael also has a silver nipple ring. He has no tattoos (yet) or any other marks upon his body.
( THEPERSONALITY )
• His Neutrality ]] While this could be counted as a weakness, Michael considers his ability to be neutral on most things to be a good thing. He’s rather level headed when it comes to making decisions about things or when asked to give his opinion. He tries to not be biased and, lately, has struggled to keep his neutrality on political issues.
• He’s Like Prince Charming ]] After a little wine/brandy or when he’s in a good mood, Michael can charm and schmooze his way into almost anywhere. With a pair of tight leather pants, a few more accessories and a thickening of his French accent, Michael has opened doors for himself. He woos women, impresses men and flirts his way through life. Most times, he does come off as charming, brilliant and well-educated rather than as cocky, arrogant and in need of some night time classes.
• Lack Of Ambition ]] Michael doesn’t really care about a whole lot. He’s impartial to who the pard leader is. He doesn’t care if his sandwich is cut in a rectangle or triangle. He doesn’t care if he has a job or a home or clean clothes. He doesn’t really care about much other than his cigarettes, getting laid, and his pet cat.
• Kind-of-sort-of Lies ]] Isn’t there a song or two about lying? Those singers/songwriters probably met Michael. He lies. This is a weakness because he ends up lying so much that he forgets what he’s lied about and ends up in even more trouble than before. And this isn’t just little ‘yes, mommy, I did my homework’ sort of lies but ‘no, police officer, I swear I didn’t murder the three strippers and disembowel the security guard’. The bad part is that he’s good at it.
LIKES: cats.cupcakes.brandy.drawing.naps.trees.knives.pancakes.
blankets.couches.heavymetal.videogames.driving.stripclubs.
snow.rockyhorrorpictureshow.cold.cigarettes.reading.
DISLIKES: swimming.rain.heat.popcorn.conservatives.organization.
peoplewhotouchhisstuff.dogs.reallylongmovies.tv.madonna.
apartments.roommates.
STRENGTHS: && --- Ability To Speak French ]] Yeah, Michael can speak French. Sort of. He understands more than he can speak but it was enough to get by when he lived in France for a year and a half.
&& --- Skill With Knives ]] Michael adores knives which is sort of silly considering he can shift into a leopard with claws just as sharp as any good knife. He has a collection of knives, throwing, hunting, etc. and always carries one on his body somewhere. Most people don’t even realize that he’s carrying one.
WEAKNESSES: && --- Cupcakes ]] Yeah, it sounds silly but wave a chocolate cupcake with chocolate frosting and some rainbow sprinkles in front of his face and Michael will lick the toe jam from your toes after a seven mile run through the marshland and then you squished grapes for wine. He really likes cupcakes.
( THEHISTORY )
Born & raised in London, England, Michael Alexander Poynter was named after his grandfather (on his mother’s side. she still insists that his name should be pronounced with a french accent rather than his 'horrid british one'.). He grew up with his mum, da and younger sister. He always played the good older brother bit and was content doing so. He had a cat when he was growing up and adored it, never letting his sister play with the silly thing. Michael had always been fond of cats.
He did mediocre in school, enough to pass but he wasn’t a straight A student…or a B student for that matter. Michael was never really fond of school but went through high school and most of college without incident. He went through college as majoring in Fine Arts (a 'bull shit' degree according to da) focusing on his photography although he did end up double majoring in accounting to please his father.
Michael ended up leaving London shortly after graduating despite the several job offers he received hardly a week after slapping his diploma into a frame and his family behind, restless in his skin, and taking a job as a freelance photographer for a nature magazine. He hiked across England doing photography and meeting interesting people before moving to France (much to his mother's delight) for nearly two years before jumping that boat (a.k.a skipping out on ending several clingy love affairs) and skipping across the pond to America. His contract with the nature magazine had ended by now and he hasn't bothered picking up a new job since then.
Long story short, Michael ended up in the midst of the Lapis-Jacko gang war and quickly found himself being tugged to one side or the other. The lazy Brit chose the easy way and declared himself neutral and quickly signed up with The Joker's Hand. He's one of the most apathetic members they have but people respect him (well, him and his knife) and they shut up when he does bring something to the table. He doesn't belong to any one of the small gangs that makes up The Joker's Hand but is half-expecting that he'll either end up dead, a member of one of them or a leader. He's hoping for one of the latter.
PARENTS: && --- Father ]] Samuel Erik Poynter || Fifty-eight years old || Manager of a national bank branch || Married, two children, adoring wife || Living
&& --- Mother ]] Georgiana Clarice Poynter || Fifty-six years old || Retired - volunteers at an animal shelter, putters around the house, takes painting classes || Married, two children, loving husband || Living
SIBLINGS: && --- Sister ]] Sarah Andrea Poynter || Twenty-four years old || Elementary School Teacher || Unmarried, no children, steady boyfriend || Living
OTHER FAMILY: He doesn't know of/speak to anyone else anymore. Doesn't care and seems to suit the extended family just fine.
( &ETCETERA )
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:There was nothing better than the smell of horse sweat, old leather and fresh hay at nine o'clock in the morning. No other sounds than those of pawing hooves, hay grinding between teeth and the gentle clinks of buckles swinging into one another. There could never be another place that would be as glorious to Jade Herrick than the local riding stable.
She looked at the building in the distance, shifting in the well worn saddle cinched snugly around the barrel of her horse. The sun was just beginning to peer over the large wooden building, highlighting the gentle angles and the small buzz of activity that was already rising. From here, Jade could see the riding ring where a small child attempted to mount her pony, trainer hovering near by. The roan colored pony stood patiently, appearing to be an elder horse, one having patiently taught many children how to fall in love with an equine.
Jade's own horse shifted, skin twitching to rid itself of a fly. The nearly fourteen year old gelding seemed impatient today, his chestnut colored body tense with some sort of excitement. Jade leaned forward, one hand gripping the horn for balance, and stroked Dare's neck, using her nails to pull loose hair from his pelt. The gelding leaned into the scratch, bobbing his head in response which only made Jade laugh softly.
"Come on, I've got the day off and I guess you want me to waste it all with you," she said, patting the horse's neck and cuing him to turn away from the stables and further up a well worn path. The path led into a small forest that bordered the riding field, just beyond a fence that kept turned out horses from running through the woods and riding trails. She had been riding here since she was ten and had finally convinced her parents to let her have riding lessons. Her teacher had deemed her a 'natural' and tried to get Jade to go into jumping or dressage. Jade refused but still rode for pleasure. Her parents had purchased Dare when she was seventeen as a very green, untrained horse. Jade relished the challenge of training her own horse (with lots and lots of help of course) and Dare had been her one and only mount since then.
The chestnut gelding snorted and Jade sighed. Dare had never been one for early morning rides, especially when the dawn chill hadn't quite worn off the land despite it being June. The air would become hot enough soon though and perhaps he would quit complaining. Jade nudged the horse's sides though, encouraging him into a canter. The horse grumbled but complied and the soft sound of hooves on dirt path became Jade's world.
The path was a familiar one to them both, leading to a quiet oak grove where Jade let Dare graze while she sketched him. Again and again and again. She must have hundreds of drawings of Dare in her apartment, scattered about in this notebook or that portfolio. The horse didn't seem to mind though despite him occasionally stealing her pencils when he grew bored. The grove was a little off the path, a short trot through still wild trees and bushes although Dare and Jade had been going the exact same way so many times that a path was almost worn through the woods.
She slid off of Dare. The grove was still, sunlight filtering in through the massive oaks, warming the air ever so slightly. Jade loosened the girth on the old Western saddle and carefully shortened the reins so they would both not inhibit him stretching his neck nor accidentally wrap around his legs. She pulled her sketchpad and pencils and eraser from the saddlebag before patting Dare on the rump and settling against a tree. Jade half-hoped no one would disturb them here but, from what she had gleaned from eavesdropping on a few conversations, the grove had been discovered by several new riders and she feared that more people would beginning showing up here for this or that. She sighed and crossed her legs, opening her sketchbook to her last drawing and began.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Mmm, I hope he came out okay. Having to adjust him from being a leopard shape shifter in England to a gang member in America. Normally I use a different face claim too. Ah well. Anywho, I'm Vice, Riianu, mutewolf, toxickisses, etc, etc, etc. I'm 17, been rping since I was 8 or 9 so I've been around this scene for a while. I write fan fiction & my own stuff, dabble in poetry, attempt photography (I was the Chief Photographer for my school's newspaper & extra photographer for my school's yearbook last year. I guess I'm okay it. :3), role play, read....stuff. Mmm, let's see....I don't do a whole lot so I'll be pretty active until the middle of August when college starts up and so I'll probably be on mostly at nights, Fridays & the weekends. I'm pretty good at letting people know when I'm going to be absent or whatever.
I ramble sometimes too so I'm going to stop and finish my application now.
