Post by aly on Jul 27, 2007 11:33:35 GMT -5
The Roleplayer:
We call you: Aly
Other Characters: None
Activity (1-10): 8.0
Graphic Abilities: Banners, Avatars
The Character:
Full Name: Trey Michel
Nicknames:
Crazy Feet, & 'Meu Amor' (my love, in Portuguese) by his mother.
Portrayed By (PB):
Cristiano Ronaldo
Age:
Eighteen
Birthday:
October 8th
Wealth Status:
His father is CEO of a large company, & they live in a mansion; yeah, the Michel's are way-rich.
Neighborhood:
Ilê du Soleil
Job/School:
12th Grade; senior.
Clique:
D. Rulers
Appearance:
Gel is this guy's favorite thing: he can't leave the house without having a ton of it in his raven-black hair.
With eyes from his father, and a nose from his mother, Trey doesn't necessarily look like either of them; strangely, he and his cousin Julio look remarkably the same.
Being a soccer player and cross country runner isn't easy. Trey is constantly at the gym, biking, jogging around town, or perfecting his soccer skills in the backyard. Because of his athleticism, Trey's body is build more muscular than slender; he ways an average 155 lbs.
Standing at 5'11", he isn't your giant, but he isn't a shortie, either. His parents say he got his height from his grandfather; his mother and father aren't the tallest, standing at 4'9", for his mother, and a rough 5'6" for his father.
His cheeks still have a cute chubbiness to them, and his skin is always tan; his mother is Portuguese.
Personality:
Most people think Trey's a great person to be around. He never runs out of energy, and is always trying to start conversations, either with people he knows, or strangers he's never met.
Some people say he's so talkative because of his family's social status: they're invited to all the parties, big and small, and know almost all the other higher class families in the city.
Trey doesn't take money for granted, though. He's down-to-earth with his personality: he drops in to help at the local animal shelter once in a while, does his own laundry, and makes his own meals instead of having their family chef do everything for him.
He laughs a LOT. There isn't a minute when he hasn't laughed; he loves having fun and meeting people who he can relate to.
Likes:
Grapes, the colors orange and red, magazines, sleeping in, girls,
cats & dogs, being outside, the internet, apple juice, his cellphone, sports
Dislikes:
Great white sharks, people who smoke, school, when he gets injured during
a soccer game, being told what to do, being lonely, his sisters
History:
Everyone thought Trey had the perfect life: parents, money, a large house. . . everything anyone ever wanted.
But here's the real story:
On a cold October night, Trey Michel entered the world.
"It's a boy!" the doctors had smiled, handing Trey over to his mother, who carefully took the baby and cradled him in her arms.
"We'll name you Trey Alexio Michel," his mother smiled.
Why such an odd name, you ask?
Alfonse, his father, had been born in the city of Monaco, hence the names 'Trey' and 'Michel'. Many, many years ago, he had visited Portugal, where he had met Maria, Trey's mother, in a downtown club. She had come back to France with him, and they had married after three years of being engaged.
Alfonse and his wife Maria took him home; they put him in his crib, and immediately took out the newly-bought baby book. The picture the nurse had taken was put in the front cover of the book, along with his birth certificate and a number of other papers.
Ten years later, Trey's younger sisters Elizabeth and Rosa were born, taking all the attention away from Trey, who soon became jealous.
His parents, wanting to be able to spend more time helping their new twin girls grow up, sent Trey off to a boarding school in London. An all BOYS boarding school. It had been torture; sitting in wooden desks all day, learning how to write, read, and use manners properly.
Trey had gotten hit with the teacher's stick numerous times. He would come to class, with his tie hanging loosely from the collar of his shirt, and a couple of his shirt's button's undone. Instead of being tucked in, like all the other boy's uniforms, his shirt would be hanging on the outsides of his trousers, breaking the dress code.
Speaking out in class when it wasn't his turn was a big reason why his hands were always so red at the end of the day; could YOU keep quiet for seven hours straight? Or even SIT for seven hours straight?
He was finally released from the school after the headmaster sent a letter home to his parents about his behavior.
Trey, now in his last year of high school, had only lived at his house for thirteen years; and he was eighteen. His parents had put him into a public high school at the age of fifteen.
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Parents:
'Papa'---Alfonse Michel, 43
'Mama'---Maria Michel, 40
Siblings:
Elizabeth, 'Lizzie'---8
Rosa, Lizzie's twin---8
Stephanie---6
Other:
- Trey only speaks French, English, and a little Portuguese.
- He looks Portuguese.
- He never really forgave his parents for sending him off to London.
The Player's Skills
Roleplay Sample:
BUZZZZZ... Immediately he pushed down the OFF button and groaned tiredly. Crawling out from under the warmth of his comforter, he slipped on a pair of boring cushy black slippers and wandered into his kitchen.
His sister was the only one up, already making herself breakfast when he came in. She was his fraternal twin; they were both 17, born October 29th and each juniors in high school.
"'Morning" Was all Alex was able to say to her before turning around and heading back up the stairs to the bathroom.
He normally 'slept-walked' like this in the morning, and after a steaming hot shower would finally figure out what he was doing. No wonder his parents made him get up at 6:00; it took him at least an hour and a half to get ready, and since they lived out of town, another half hour to get to school. So, he would always arrive at school at least thirty minutes before the bell rang.
Once he emerged from the bathroom, he was showered, his hair was fixed, and he was fully dressed. He short brown hair was mildly spiked up, and his face cleanly shaven. He wore a light blue polo and faded & torn jeans from Abercrombie. Along with his white Nike's, his outfit looked pretty spiffy.
Alex gathered his red&black backpack from his room, stuffed his textbooks and notebooks back in, and ran down the stairs. Through the kitchen window he could see his sister was about ready to leave, backing their forest green Honda Element out of the drive-way.
Once at school, after all the havoc trying to chase down the car (his sister thought it was funny), he settled down on one of the benches outside the schoolyard.
It was a cooler fall day, but it felt excellent with the warm breeze coming from the South.
Looking around, he saw a couple students, but most of them he didn't know. He and his sister had just moved to the high school from Boston, so they didn't know many people except their relatives; which was why they came to where they were now in the first place.
This year he was a junior. Finally being an upperclassman was great. It's not like he would 'torture' the freshmen and sophomores, hey, he once was in their positions, but it would just feel nice 'ruling the school' along with the seniors.
Alex absolutely LOVED soccer. It was the very first sport on his sign up at summer Orientation. He was obsessed with sports, but since soccer only went in the fall, he was in track, too, which was in the spring. That's how he kept his slender little frame.
The 5'10" 17-year-old stood up, walking slowly down the sidewalk towards the soccer field where his gym class soon would begin. Setting down his backpack on the bleachers, he stupidly realized he would need his gym bag, so in a rush Alex ran back to his Honda & grabbed his red Adidas duffle bag.
Once he was back on the sidelines of the field, he set his gym bag down by his other bag, which was full of boring books, and zipped it open. It contained all guy needs: cologne, a comb, hair gel, deodorant, an extra change of clothes, and an two extra pair of shorts and a white tee.
Slipping off his jeans, he revealed white shorts, and underneath his polo was a short-sleeved white jersey with a red middle. This was his soccer jersey, but hey? He had the right to wear it for gym!
We call you: Aly
Other Characters: None
Activity (1-10): 8.0
Graphic Abilities: Banners, Avatars
The Character:
Full Name: Trey Michel
Nicknames:
Crazy Feet, & 'Meu Amor' (my love, in Portuguese) by his mother.
Portrayed By (PB):
Cristiano Ronaldo
Age:
Eighteen
Birthday:
October 8th
Wealth Status:
His father is CEO of a large company, & they live in a mansion; yeah, the Michel's are way-rich.
Neighborhood:
Ilê du Soleil
Job/School:
12th Grade; senior.
Clique:
D. Rulers
Appearance:
Gel is this guy's favorite thing: he can't leave the house without having a ton of it in his raven-black hair.
With eyes from his father, and a nose from his mother, Trey doesn't necessarily look like either of them; strangely, he and his cousin Julio look remarkably the same.
Being a soccer player and cross country runner isn't easy. Trey is constantly at the gym, biking, jogging around town, or perfecting his soccer skills in the backyard. Because of his athleticism, Trey's body is build more muscular than slender; he ways an average 155 lbs.
Standing at 5'11", he isn't your giant, but he isn't a shortie, either. His parents say he got his height from his grandfather; his mother and father aren't the tallest, standing at 4'9", for his mother, and a rough 5'6" for his father.
His cheeks still have a cute chubbiness to them, and his skin is always tan; his mother is Portuguese.
Personality:
Most people think Trey's a great person to be around. He never runs out of energy, and is always trying to start conversations, either with people he knows, or strangers he's never met.
Some people say he's so talkative because of his family's social status: they're invited to all the parties, big and small, and know almost all the other higher class families in the city.
Trey doesn't take money for granted, though. He's down-to-earth with his personality: he drops in to help at the local animal shelter once in a while, does his own laundry, and makes his own meals instead of having their family chef do everything for him.
He laughs a LOT. There isn't a minute when he hasn't laughed; he loves having fun and meeting people who he can relate to.
Likes:
Grapes, the colors orange and red, magazines, sleeping in, girls,
cats & dogs, being outside, the internet, apple juice, his cellphone, sports
Dislikes:
Great white sharks, people who smoke, school, when he gets injured during
a soccer game, being told what to do, being lonely, his sisters
History:
Everyone thought Trey had the perfect life: parents, money, a large house. . . everything anyone ever wanted.
But here's the real story:
On a cold October night, Trey Michel entered the world.
"It's a boy!" the doctors had smiled, handing Trey over to his mother, who carefully took the baby and cradled him in her arms.
"We'll name you Trey Alexio Michel," his mother smiled.
Why such an odd name, you ask?
Alfonse, his father, had been born in the city of Monaco, hence the names 'Trey' and 'Michel'. Many, many years ago, he had visited Portugal, where he had met Maria, Trey's mother, in a downtown club. She had come back to France with him, and they had married after three years of being engaged.
Alfonse and his wife Maria took him home; they put him in his crib, and immediately took out the newly-bought baby book. The picture the nurse had taken was put in the front cover of the book, along with his birth certificate and a number of other papers.
Ten years later, Trey's younger sisters Elizabeth and Rosa were born, taking all the attention away from Trey, who soon became jealous.
His parents, wanting to be able to spend more time helping their new twin girls grow up, sent Trey off to a boarding school in London. An all BOYS boarding school. It had been torture; sitting in wooden desks all day, learning how to write, read, and use manners properly.
Trey had gotten hit with the teacher's stick numerous times. He would come to class, with his tie hanging loosely from the collar of his shirt, and a couple of his shirt's button's undone. Instead of being tucked in, like all the other boy's uniforms, his shirt would be hanging on the outsides of his trousers, breaking the dress code.
Speaking out in class when it wasn't his turn was a big reason why his hands were always so red at the end of the day; could YOU keep quiet for seven hours straight? Or even SIT for seven hours straight?
He was finally released from the school after the headmaster sent a letter home to his parents about his behavior.
Trey, now in his last year of high school, had only lived at his house for thirteen years; and he was eighteen. His parents had put him into a public high school at the age of fifteen.
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Parents:
'Papa'---Alfonse Michel, 43
'Mama'---Maria Michel, 40
Siblings:
Elizabeth, 'Lizzie'---8
Rosa, Lizzie's twin---8
Stephanie---6
Other:
- Trey only speaks French, English, and a little Portuguese.
- He looks Portuguese.
- He never really forgave his parents for sending him off to London.
The Player's Skills
Roleplay Sample:
BUZZZZZ... Immediately he pushed down the OFF button and groaned tiredly. Crawling out from under the warmth of his comforter, he slipped on a pair of boring cushy black slippers and wandered into his kitchen.
His sister was the only one up, already making herself breakfast when he came in. She was his fraternal twin; they were both 17, born October 29th and each juniors in high school.
"'Morning" Was all Alex was able to say to her before turning around and heading back up the stairs to the bathroom.
He normally 'slept-walked' like this in the morning, and after a steaming hot shower would finally figure out what he was doing. No wonder his parents made him get up at 6:00; it took him at least an hour and a half to get ready, and since they lived out of town, another half hour to get to school. So, he would always arrive at school at least thirty minutes before the bell rang.
Once he emerged from the bathroom, he was showered, his hair was fixed, and he was fully dressed. He short brown hair was mildly spiked up, and his face cleanly shaven. He wore a light blue polo and faded & torn jeans from Abercrombie. Along with his white Nike's, his outfit looked pretty spiffy.
Alex gathered his red&black backpack from his room, stuffed his textbooks and notebooks back in, and ran down the stairs. Through the kitchen window he could see his sister was about ready to leave, backing their forest green Honda Element out of the drive-way.
Once at school, after all the havoc trying to chase down the car (his sister thought it was funny), he settled down on one of the benches outside the schoolyard.
It was a cooler fall day, but it felt excellent with the warm breeze coming from the South.
Looking around, he saw a couple students, but most of them he didn't know. He and his sister had just moved to the high school from Boston, so they didn't know many people except their relatives; which was why they came to where they were now in the first place.
This year he was a junior. Finally being an upperclassman was great. It's not like he would 'torture' the freshmen and sophomores, hey, he once was in their positions, but it would just feel nice 'ruling the school' along with the seniors.
Alex absolutely LOVED soccer. It was the very first sport on his sign up at summer Orientation. He was obsessed with sports, but since soccer only went in the fall, he was in track, too, which was in the spring. That's how he kept his slender little frame.
The 5'10" 17-year-old stood up, walking slowly down the sidewalk towards the soccer field where his gym class soon would begin. Setting down his backpack on the bleachers, he stupidly realized he would need his gym bag, so in a rush Alex ran back to his Honda & grabbed his red Adidas duffle bag.
Once he was back on the sidelines of the field, he set his gym bag down by his other bag, which was full of boring books, and zipped it open. It contained all guy needs: cologne, a comb, hair gel, deodorant, an extra change of clothes, and an two extra pair of shorts and a white tee.
Slipping off his jeans, he revealed white shorts, and underneath his polo was a short-sleeved white jersey with a red middle. This was his soccer jersey, but hey? He had the right to wear it for gym!
