Post by emerson archer leroy on Aug 4, 2011 2:18:29 GMT -5
EMERSON ARCHER LEROY
[/color][/font]Is this the reason I've been low?
If this is wrong then let me go
It's a long way down
But you never listen
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Hey there, glad you could join us. So first thing's first, what do we call you?[/color][/font][/b]
Er.. My name's Emerson... Emerson Archer Leroy.. Archer's my grandpa's name. I've got my dad's last name but I never even met the guy. Most people just call me Em or Emy, or even Emers.
Okay, got it. And how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?[/color][/font][/b]
I'm seventeen. So I'm a Junior..
Mhm and, now don't take this the wrong way, but are you a guy or a girl?[/color][/font][/b]
I'm a guy...
And are you straight, gay or...?[/color][/font][/b]
Er.. I'm pretty sure I'm straight, guys have never really appealed to me but I have friends who are gay so I'm cool with it.
Have we met before? You look so familiar![/color][/font]
Er.. No but most people say I look like that Jake Abel guy.
Excellent. Now, for the benefit of our readers, how would you describe your appearance?[/color][/font][/b]
I'm 6'1'', I've always been a little tall for my age btu guess everyone's sorta catching up now.. I've got short brown hair and blue eyes. I've got a pretty average build, if not a little on the thin side but I'm working out and stuff to change that..
And if a stranger had to spot you in a crowd what should they look out for?[/color][/font][/b]
I dunno how easy that'll be. I'm pretty average when it comes to the way I dress. Just shirts and jackets and jeans and sneakers.. Nothing out of the ordinary.. No piercings or tattoos either.
What's the first thing this stranger would notice about you?[/color][/font][/b]
My eyes I guess?
Let's just say this stranger decides to observe you for a bit - any habits or quirks they might notice?[/color][/font][/b]
You mean besides falling over all the time? Nothing I can think of.. I guess I do kinda look around alot at where I am.. I mean, I wouldn't wanna be standing near stairs alone.. That sometimes goes reeeally badly..
So this creepy stranger, what would their first impression of your character be?[/color][/font][/b]
Er.. I guess they're think I'm a pretty nice guy? I'm pretty normal except for my condition... Laughing doesn't really go down so well because I'm always out like a light when I laugh or when people around start laughing at something..
So, sport, you got any hobbies?[/color][/font][/b]
I play some sports but it's hard to do anything with my condition. The guys never picked me for teams but I swear I'm good.. I'm good at it, I just need a chance.. I like music too..
Interesting! And what about the things you like the most?[/color][/font][/b]
I like the usual stuff... music, sports, food, friends, playing my guitar, swimming.. but not drowning which tends to happen sometimes so I keep to shallow water. I like being normal and that never really happens for me.. I like my mom too.. I know how that sounds but she's all the family I got.. and there's my half siblings but I don't think they like me much... my half-sister doesn't even wanna know me and my half-brother well.. apparently he's some kinda psychopath and his sister told me that he killed our dad so I don't even know what to think about that anymore..
And there's gotta be things you don't like too, right?[/color][/font][/b]
Yeah my condition.. It sucks.. i can't really live a normal life. I can't do anything alone just in case I fall and hit my head or something.. I can't sleep well at night which is another thing that's kinda annoying... I don't like getting hurt and I do that a lot. I don't like having to try to stay awake.
Great! So are you keeping any secrets? Don't worry, I swear I won't tell.[/color][/font][/b]
Well.. I dunno if it's a secret but my half-brother used to go to this school... James Leroy.. He told me he stabbed some girl but you guys never even found out.. It all sounds pretty crazy.
My lips are sealed. Now, what would you say is your best quality?[/color][/font][/b]
I'm a nice guy, I'm friendly. I like talking to people and making friends.. I just have to find people that don't mine my condition.
And your worst? C'mon, no one's perfect, kiddo.[/color][/font][/b]
I guess I take things too personally sometimes...
Now how about the other people in your life, let's talk family.[/color][/font][/b]
there's my mom, Melissa, and my dad's dead.. he died in a fire and his wife died too and he had a daughter who's like severely burned and doesn't leave her house and his son who I met and lived with for a couple of months.. He seemed alright at first and I thought he wanted to actually know me and just be okay with the fact that we're related.. He really seemed alright but after a while things got crazy.. I swear something is seriously wrong with that guy... I've got grandparents too but I don't see them much.
Any pets?[/color][/font][/b]
I used to have a dog but she died a couple of years ago, I haven't had any pets since then.
You're doing great, just a few more questions. So where are you from?[/color][/font][/b]
Baltimore, MD. It was nice there, but mom figured I should come here and try and graduate or something.. But I'll go back there after I'm done here.
I see, cool. So how come you ended up at Hawthorne?[/color][/font][/b]
I guess it's the fact that I've got both narcolepsy and cataplexy.
Almost done. So anything else we should know about you?[/color][/font][/b]
Well.. I think that's about everything... I was born in Baltimore.. Lived a pretty normal life with a single mom. She worked a lot so I stayed with the neighbour when I was little. She was old but she baked the most awesome cookies and she was nice. I didn't see much of my mom while I was growing up but we did alright.
I never really knew much about my dad. I tried to ask my mom a couple of times but she wouldn't say very much. One time she did say it was a mistake and then tried to apologise and tell me that I wasn't the mistake and that she didn't regret having me and that it was just him.. I asked what she meant but it was a long time before she told me. Apparently it was just because he was married and that's when I found out more about him. I guess it was kinda weird at first cause she said I couldn't meet him.. I was about 13 and like I was fine with it at the time I guess..
I left it alone for a while but then Mom found out about the fire.. it was in the news or something and she told me and I feel like I shoulda been upset about it cause my dad died but I never even knew the guy so it wasn't really a big deal.. I wanted to meet my brother and sister though.. But mom said I shouldn't she said they probably got hurt real bad in the fire.. but turns out my half-brother was fine but they sent him here.. I talked to my half-sister after she came out of the coma. She looked pretty scary and I guess she had her reasons for not being nice to me or anything.. She said I looked a lot like James and that she hated him... She didn't say why and i didn't asked but I met him later after he left hawthorne and like I said, he seemed nice but then I found all this crazy stuff... And then things at school weren't going so well so mom sent me here.
Now it's time to find out about the player! What are we to call you?[/color][/font][/b]
-V-
And how long have you been on this planet?[/color][/font][/b]
Oollddd
So how long have you been trapped in the wonderful world of roleplay?[/color][/font][/b]
Forever and a day.
Any other creations of yours wandering this site?[/color][/font][/b]
None.
And how did you find us?[/color][/font][/b]
I was on the old site
Is there anything else we should know?[/color][/font][/b]
I love you, be nice to my little Emers
And finally, the phrase that pays![/color][/font][/b]
cookiemonster
You seen my skillz ;)
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Credit for the lyrics goes to Jessie J and Christina Milian.
Do not steal or I'll be forced to set the gummie bears on
you to gnaw your fingers off. For reals, yo.