Post by nu on Sept 19, 2009 8:10:37 GMT -5
Character Name: Gage Reed Foster
Nickname: None
Age: 15
Birthday: 10th September 1992
Place of birth: Miami
School: Silver
Grade: Sophomore
Appearance: Standing almost 6 feet tall, he's the runt of the Foster family. His dark brown hair is always styled either in spikes or a short mohawk. Suffering from short sightedness, his dark brown eyes are sometimes hidden behind thick framed glasses. Fancying himself to be a cool nerd, Gage usually wears skinny ties over shirts and vests accompanied with baggy pants, skinny jeans or slacks.
Personality: It's tough to pinpoint what Gage really is except that he's a social chameleon. He gets along with all the cliques, not really belonging to any of them. He knows who he is eventhough everybody else doesn't. He's a friendly, carefree guy and almost always cheerful. He's quite loyal to the few real friends he has and he's open to new anything really. He's unassuming and he will strike up conversations instead of waiting for the other person to start. He handles rejection pretty well. He's only shy when he's around the girls he really likes. His goofiness is sometimes misconstrued as him never taking things seriously but when it comes down to it, he's responsible and dilligent.
Town Area: Downtown LA
Job: Can't work yet
Transportation: Can't drive yet
Family Background and History: Father Max Foster - Deceased
Mother Louisa Foster - Housewife, 42
Brother Dawson Foster - Professional College Basketball Player, 21
Sister Teri Foster - Deceased
Brother Warner Foster - College Student, 19
Losing his father at an impressionable age shook Gage to the core but with proper guidance from his mother and two older brothers and a sister, Gage grew up normal. When he lost his sister to stomach cancer when he was ten, Gage changed his ways of thinking and it made him appreciate life in general even more. His brothers became his substitute dad and his mom spoils him but even then he tries to stay grounded.
His mother never remarried, worrying that if she did, her sons would just stray away from her. Their close-knit family didn't need another addition but they do feel as though the hole needed to be filled somehow. But otherwise, they're a pretty loving bunch with Dawson always coming home for every off season.
Class Schedule: 1st Period: World History
2nd Period: PE
3rd Period: Geometry
4th Period: Spanish
5th Period: Art
6th Period: French
Attendance Length: Since Freshman Year
After School Activities: Basketball
Track and Field
Debate Team
Likes: Anything challenging, mac and cheese, anything with cheese really, hanging out with his family, doing chores (funnily enough), movies, singing in the shower.
Dislikes: Sitting down, guys who go by in their life based on looks, girls who think too highly of themselves, B grade movies.
Other Information: He has a tendency to break out into song and he fawns over baby animals. He volunteers at a nearby SPCA
Face Claim: Taylor Lautner
Player: Nu
Writing Sample: [only posting this because I don't know the standard procedure for existing members *big cheesy grin*]
"I think I'm in love with her." The flushed look on his face told me everything without him even saying it. I was doomed. The boy I have been pining for was in love with my sworn enemy.
"Who?" intelligent me feigned ignorance, hoping he would catch the hint that I was not in the mood to talk. Thick-headed him continued. "Leia. I'm in love with Leia. Help me, girl!"
She has a name and I'm...girl?
"What do you want?" I'm quite surprised and very proud of the fact that despite everything that was happening, I was still under control; cool and calm.
"Talk to her for me. I mean you're girls...you talk don't you?" he asked. Thickheaded idiot.
If by talk you mean gouging each other's eyes out and ripping each other's hair and clothes apart then yeah sure we talk...a LOT.
"Yeah we talk." I answer simply. And then the puppy dog eyes come out; those light blue irises surrounded by intense black, hands up in a clasped manner, full lips pouting.
Uh oh. No...don't succumb to his every whim like you always do whenever that look surfaces. Oh girl, give yourself some respect. Where is your dignity and pride? Don't say yes...girl don't...say...
"Sure, I'll talk to her."
No...
His whole body visibly lights up; his eyes shine, his smile widens, the hands come up to my head and ruffle my hair, just like petting a puppy. My God. I am his bitch.
I single-handedly brought the term puppy love to a whole new level.
Great.
Nickname: None
Age: 15
Birthday: 10th September 1992
Place of birth: Miami
School: Silver
Grade: Sophomore
Appearance: Standing almost 6 feet tall, he's the runt of the Foster family. His dark brown hair is always styled either in spikes or a short mohawk. Suffering from short sightedness, his dark brown eyes are sometimes hidden behind thick framed glasses. Fancying himself to be a cool nerd, Gage usually wears skinny ties over shirts and vests accompanied with baggy pants, skinny jeans or slacks.
Personality: It's tough to pinpoint what Gage really is except that he's a social chameleon. He gets along with all the cliques, not really belonging to any of them. He knows who he is eventhough everybody else doesn't. He's a friendly, carefree guy and almost always cheerful. He's quite loyal to the few real friends he has and he's open to new anything really. He's unassuming and he will strike up conversations instead of waiting for the other person to start. He handles rejection pretty well. He's only shy when he's around the girls he really likes. His goofiness is sometimes misconstrued as him never taking things seriously but when it comes down to it, he's responsible and dilligent.
Town Area: Downtown LA
Job: Can't work yet
Transportation: Can't drive yet
Family Background and History: Father Max Foster - Deceased
Mother Louisa Foster - Housewife, 42
Brother Dawson Foster - Professional College Basketball Player, 21
Sister Teri Foster - Deceased
Brother Warner Foster - College Student, 19
Losing his father at an impressionable age shook Gage to the core but with proper guidance from his mother and two older brothers and a sister, Gage grew up normal. When he lost his sister to stomach cancer when he was ten, Gage changed his ways of thinking and it made him appreciate life in general even more. His brothers became his substitute dad and his mom spoils him but even then he tries to stay grounded.
His mother never remarried, worrying that if she did, her sons would just stray away from her. Their close-knit family didn't need another addition but they do feel as though the hole needed to be filled somehow. But otherwise, they're a pretty loving bunch with Dawson always coming home for every off season.
Class Schedule: 1st Period: World History
2nd Period: PE
3rd Period: Geometry
4th Period: Spanish
5th Period: Art
6th Period: French
Attendance Length: Since Freshman Year
After School Activities: Basketball
Track and Field
Debate Team
Likes: Anything challenging, mac and cheese, anything with cheese really, hanging out with his family, doing chores (funnily enough), movies, singing in the shower.
Dislikes: Sitting down, guys who go by in their life based on looks, girls who think too highly of themselves, B grade movies.
Other Information: He has a tendency to break out into song and he fawns over baby animals. He volunteers at a nearby SPCA
Face Claim: Taylor Lautner
Player: Nu
Writing Sample: [only posting this because I don't know the standard procedure for existing members *big cheesy grin*]
"I think I'm in love with her." The flushed look on his face told me everything without him even saying it. I was doomed. The boy I have been pining for was in love with my sworn enemy.
"Who?" intelligent me feigned ignorance, hoping he would catch the hint that I was not in the mood to talk. Thick-headed him continued. "Leia. I'm in love with Leia. Help me, girl!"
She has a name and I'm...girl?
"What do you want?" I'm quite surprised and very proud of the fact that despite everything that was happening, I was still under control; cool and calm.
"Talk to her for me. I mean you're girls...you talk don't you?" he asked. Thickheaded idiot.
If by talk you mean gouging each other's eyes out and ripping each other's hair and clothes apart then yeah sure we talk...a LOT.
"Yeah we talk." I answer simply. And then the puppy dog eyes come out; those light blue irises surrounded by intense black, hands up in a clasped manner, full lips pouting.
Uh oh. No...don't succumb to his every whim like you always do whenever that look surfaces. Oh girl, give yourself some respect. Where is your dignity and pride? Don't say yes...girl don't...say...
"Sure, I'll talk to her."
No...
His whole body visibly lights up; his eyes shine, his smile widens, the hands come up to my head and ruffle my hair, just like petting a puppy. My God. I am his bitch.
I single-handedly brought the term puppy love to a whole new level.
Great.
But we had a love hate relationship going on while I wrote the sample. Plus. I was too eager to get Gage on the road so...*bows down* FORGIVE MEEEE!