Post by spencer alexander thornhill on Nov 4, 2011 9:51:19 GMT -5
SpencerAlexander Thornhill
[/color][/b][/font]The secret side of me
I never let you see
I keep it caged
But I can't control it
[/center]NICK NAMES[/color] Wolfie
AGE[/color] nineteen & 11/01/1991
GENDER[/color] Male
SEXUALITY[/color] heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP[/color] Werewolf
CANON[/color]
PLAY-BY[/color] Gaspard ulliel
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OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
[/color][/center]INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
[/color][/center]EXPRIENCE[/color] 4 years
CONTACT[/color] Email or Pm
CODE FROM THE RULES[/color] -admin edit-
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color]
It was 12 midnight and Spencer couldn't sleep, he dident like the silence that his inherited house brought .He slipped out of bed and walked to the foot of the stairs. He walked down the stairs and into the front room he clicked the remote on his stereo,And Disturbed burst from the speakers "it was one of thosse nights "he said in his head he walked out into the dimly lit kitchen,and pulled open the fridge door and pulled out two bottles of french red Merlot and stuck them on the table.
He grabbed a wine glass, and slammed it down on the glass table top.He broke the seal on the first bottle of wine and poured a rather large glass of wine and sat there,His coat lay on the back of the chair he reached for his inside pocket and grabbed his fathers tobbaco tin,he opened it and grabbed rizla ,a filter and tobbaco and began rolling his cigarette.He grabbed his ashtray and sat there smoking and drinking his life away.The music changed to green day-Wake me up when September ends.His head bowed and he downed his wine,he poured him self another and downed that to.
The music boomed on and the hours dragged, the wine bottle was empty.Sat in a drunken slur Spencer stood up,His feet only just able to carry him.He knocked off a candle and walked into the front room and lay on his sofa a cigarette hanging from his mouth he hated nights like this when things haunted him and came back using his wine glass a an ashtray he lay there looking at the ceiling falling closer and closer to sleep.
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CARLEE BARLEY !? OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS AND I SHOULDN'T STEAL IT OR TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF BECAUSE IF I DO, SHE'LL EAT ME WITH ONE OF THOSE MELON SCOOPERS!
