Post by Pete Witt on Jun 18, 2007 18:25:03 GMT -5
About You
Name: Ash
Age: 14
Contact [pm is acceptable]: PM or IM
The Basics
Full name: Peter Lewis Kingston Witt the Third
Nickname(s): Petey, Peter Pan, Peter Panda
Age: 23
Grade[high school or collage year]: Would be a senior in college, but dropped out.
Birthday: June 5th
Gender: Male
Parents[alive or dead?]: Peter Witt the Second, Alive; Dean Witt, Alive.
Siblings[alive or dead?]: Hillary Witt, Alive; Andrew Witt, Alive.
Other relatives[alive or dead?]: None
Race/Origin[alive or dead?]: Human, alive.
Appearance
Height/Weight: 5'6
Appearance/Picture:
Scars/Distinguishing marks: N/a
Tattoos/Piercings: Has many tattoos. On one arm is full of Nightmare Before Christmas characters. On his pelvis is what he calls the 'Bat skull', which is a skull in the center of a bat outline. He also has an owl perched on a stack of books, 2*R on his pointing finger, and many more.
Face Claim: Pete Wentz
Under the Skin
Personality: Pete has a very strange personality, but if it's anything, it's lovable. He is usually very sweet, as well as very energetic, or hyper. He loves to please people, and the best way for him to make people happy is when he goofs off, making him a natural prankster. But if you get on his bad side, he won't hesitate to beat the living crap out of the person. That only happens with guys, though. If a woman gets him angry, he still treats them with respect, but tends to walk away.
History: Pete resides in Wilmette, Illinois, where he is in a band. He did go to college for a short period, but ended up dropping out. His girlfriend recently split up with him for (what he doesn't know yet) a vampire. Now he lives in an apartment next to his other band mates, but has recently found the joy of traveling, which he does a bit often now.
Likes: Music, bass, guitar, singing, writing, playing, joking around, movies, animals
Dislikes: Meat (Is vegan), country, polka, animal abusers.
Traits (Good or Bad): Stubborn, hyper, fun, sweet, sensitive yet tough, musical.
RP example (2-3 paragraphs):
Mm. Do I have to? You know how I rp already! Eh, foine.
It was very unclear why such a fact is true, but it always seems that school days in the spring were far more long, tough, and mind twisting than any other typical season in the year? Well, summer wasn't included, being that school wasn't even in those three months of break, but other than that... Yet somehow, the teachers knew that once spring hit the school area, it was time to torture kids with loads of unearned homework, tests, and other things that just made you want to cringe and shudder.
In fact, the past week of spring had been completely brutal. Not a day passed where in at least one class there was a test, followed with the other classes giving tons of homework usually due right the very next day. They could even be up to three parchments worth of essays just for one class. Like we mentioned, it was brutal. Especially for those that didn't like to work at all... unless it dealt with music. So typically enough, Pete Witt felt like dying on that Friday night.
The next day, he was rudely woken up by his roommates throwing random things at his head, shouting at him that it was time to go to the Hogsmeade trip. But Pete didn't budge one bit. Instead, he unenthusiastically gave them all the finger, and tossed back into slumber land with an unsatisfied look apon his face.
It wasn't until a bit later when Peter woke up, finally refreshed enough to actually walk. So after quickly changing into his normal attire, he jogged down to the Great Hall. Strangely enough (or at least to him), it was empty. With his head tilted, he cautiously walked over to his table and sat down. He didn't know what could be in store... Especially since it was only a couple days ago when he and Patrick had pulled that rather... hilarious prank on those fourth year Slytherins. They could be out for revenge.
Then it dawned him like a ton of bricks. Everyone was at Hogsmeade! He shook his head with a smile, and went ahead and drank a nice warm mug of coffee. Yet after a bit, the silence got a bit too.... overwhelming. Well, until he heard a voice shout from outside the doors. A voice that sounded strangely familiar. One that could, of course, only belong to the one and only Frank Riggs.
With a smile, he jogged over to the doors, and quickly opened them. "Hey! Look who's here. And tell me, Mr. Frank Riggs, why you are not enjoying the little Hogsmeade vacation with the young mistress Kiah?"[/size]
Name: Ash
Age: 14
Contact [pm is acceptable]: PM or IM
The Basics
Full name: Peter Lewis Kingston Witt the Third
Nickname(s): Petey, Peter Pan, Peter Panda
Age: 23
Grade[high school or collage year]: Would be a senior in college, but dropped out.
Birthday: June 5th
Gender: Male
Parents[alive or dead?]: Peter Witt the Second, Alive; Dean Witt, Alive.
Siblings[alive or dead?]: Hillary Witt, Alive; Andrew Witt, Alive.
Other relatives[alive or dead?]: None
Race/Origin[alive or dead?]: Human, alive.
Appearance
Height/Weight: 5'6
Appearance/Picture:
Scars/Distinguishing marks: N/a
Tattoos/Piercings: Has many tattoos. On one arm is full of Nightmare Before Christmas characters. On his pelvis is what he calls the 'Bat skull', which is a skull in the center of a bat outline. He also has an owl perched on a stack of books, 2*R on his pointing finger, and many more.
Face Claim: Pete Wentz
Under the Skin
Personality: Pete has a very strange personality, but if it's anything, it's lovable. He is usually very sweet, as well as very energetic, or hyper. He loves to please people, and the best way for him to make people happy is when he goofs off, making him a natural prankster. But if you get on his bad side, he won't hesitate to beat the living crap out of the person. That only happens with guys, though. If a woman gets him angry, he still treats them with respect, but tends to walk away.
History: Pete resides in Wilmette, Illinois, where he is in a band. He did go to college for a short period, but ended up dropping out. His girlfriend recently split up with him for (what he doesn't know yet) a vampire. Now he lives in an apartment next to his other band mates, but has recently found the joy of traveling, which he does a bit often now.
Likes: Music, bass, guitar, singing, writing, playing, joking around, movies, animals
Dislikes: Meat (Is vegan), country, polka, animal abusers.
Traits (Good or Bad): Stubborn, hyper, fun, sweet, sensitive yet tough, musical.
RP example (2-3 paragraphs):
Mm. Do I have to? You know how I rp already! Eh, foine.
It was very unclear why such a fact is true, but it always seems that school days in the spring were far more long, tough, and mind twisting than any other typical season in the year? Well, summer wasn't included, being that school wasn't even in those three months of break, but other than that... Yet somehow, the teachers knew that once spring hit the school area, it was time to torture kids with loads of unearned homework, tests, and other things that just made you want to cringe and shudder.
In fact, the past week of spring had been completely brutal. Not a day passed where in at least one class there was a test, followed with the other classes giving tons of homework usually due right the very next day. They could even be up to three parchments worth of essays just for one class. Like we mentioned, it was brutal. Especially for those that didn't like to work at all... unless it dealt with music. So typically enough, Pete Witt felt like dying on that Friday night.
The next day, he was rudely woken up by his roommates throwing random things at his head, shouting at him that it was time to go to the Hogsmeade trip. But Pete didn't budge one bit. Instead, he unenthusiastically gave them all the finger, and tossed back into slumber land with an unsatisfied look apon his face.
It wasn't until a bit later when Peter woke up, finally refreshed enough to actually walk. So after quickly changing into his normal attire, he jogged down to the Great Hall. Strangely enough (or at least to him), it was empty. With his head tilted, he cautiously walked over to his table and sat down. He didn't know what could be in store... Especially since it was only a couple days ago when he and Patrick had pulled that rather... hilarious prank on those fourth year Slytherins. They could be out for revenge.
Then it dawned him like a ton of bricks. Everyone was at Hogsmeade! He shook his head with a smile, and went ahead and drank a nice warm mug of coffee. Yet after a bit, the silence got a bit too.... overwhelming. Well, until he heard a voice shout from outside the doors. A voice that sounded strangely familiar. One that could, of course, only belong to the one and only Frank Riggs.
With a smile, he jogged over to the doors, and quickly opened them. "Hey! Look who's here. And tell me, Mr. Frank Riggs, why you are not enjoying the little Hogsmeade vacation with the young mistress Kiah?"[/size]
