Post by ray valence-meyer. on Feb 15, 2010 10:21:14 GMT -5
RAY VALENCE-MEYER ;
HEY HEY! THE NAME IS UP ABOVE BUT EVERYONE CALLS ME RAY WHICH IS PRETTY COOL, RIGHT? ANYWAY, I'M A MALE, BORN IN PARIS, FRANCE, AND AM TWENTY SEVEN YEARS OLD. DAMN STRAIGHT! STILL YOUNG, BABY! JUST TO GET THE BASES COVERED, I AM A JOURNALIST AND AM ACTUALLY HOMOSEXUAL BUT I LOVE SUSHI, READING, PERFORMING, WRITING, FLIRTING BUT I TOTALLY HATE BEING CONTROLLED, BEING MYSELF, PEOPLE WHO WANT TO "FIX" ME, LOVE, IDIOTS. I KNOW. I'M THE MOST INTERESTING PERSON ON THIS PLANET, YEAH? BUT YEAH IF YOU WANNA KNOW MORE YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO KEEP ON READING!
ATTRACTION'S SATISFACTION ;
[color=4c68b8][b]RAY VALENCE-MEYBER[/b][/color] looks sort of like [b]ADAM LAMBERT[/b] and goes onto aim by the name of [u]LOVEKILLSSLOWLY[/u] but to hit him up, just call [u]773-2202[/u]. FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENCE ;
PERSONAL STYLE:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]Ray's entire outfit always is extremely loud and in your face -- his flamboyancy flows through the makeup he puts on his eyes, which is normally a dark shade to bring out the argent color in his irises. His hair is jet black, contrasting with the pale tint on his skin. A few strands are dyed a bright blue on the right side of his hair, and it is normally swept back with the rest. He spikes it in the back and lets the longer strands hang in his eyes as bangs. His smile, though extremely rare, is wide and very contagious if you're ever lucky enough to see it.
His figure is effeminate, to say the least. Curves that probably shouldn't be there are accentuated through the skin-tight shirts and jeans he wears. Normally, his jeans are accentuated with studded belts or chains of some sort, but if he feels that he needs to "dress up" for a certain occasion, he will by wearing a simple tuxedo. He'll sometimes wear a powder blue dress shirt underneath, but normally it would be white in color. He adores wearing necklaces, and they commonly rest in great multiples around his neck. He has a small tattoo on his hip of a snake eating itself, creating a circle, and a bunch of whip lines on his back that he always refuses to talk about.
PERSONALITY:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]Even though Ray hides behind a mask of complete self-assurance and almost cocky attitudes, he's a modest and genuinely caring guy. Calm and collected on the outside, he enjoys control and those he feels that he can manipulate a little. He doesn't freak out easily over much of anything that's out of his control -- at least, not publicly. He would much rather keep all of his negative emotions hidden inside of himself instead of put his entire soul out in the open, where he could be vulnerable.
His views on sex are slightly conflicting -- despite the fact that he's a bit of an addict, he won't outwardly make his intentions known to a "date." Speaking of dates... Ray never does anything of the sort. Anything that could allow him to get close to someone emotionally makes him cringe away, and he doesn't want to take the chance of falling in love again. Commitment is a scary word for Ray -- he will run away from anything that remotely resembles it, which means that many might consider him to be a bit of a manwhore. His sexual prefrence is male, and he tries to make this as obvious as possible. Whether it's to lure a man in for an easy lay or to allienate himself from potential friends is unclear.
If you do, however, get the chance to ever get close to Ray, he's as loyal as a dog. He will fight tooth and claw to defend his friends, and he doesn't mind doing them any sort of favors (as long as it doesn't put him at much risk.) He will gain short lived bouts of bravery during a fight with someone when it comes to those he cares about, but he normally would rather turn tail from anything that resembles conflict. Instead, he'd ignore the offender or give them the cold shoulder -- they're not worth his time.
SIGHTING LIGHTENING ;
FAMILY:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]merile valence-meyer - mother, 45, designer
david valence-meyer - father, 53, architect
HISTORY:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
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PASSING CASTING ;
A knock sounded at the door, and with each pound of a fist against the wood, his heart matched it with the same resounding thud. Ryan's eyes widened a little, and he heard Darri continue to snicker in the corner, a clawed foot rising to cover his beak. Ryan shot the bird a glare before scrambling up to go answer. His heart was in his throat as he made his way to the door -- what was going to happen? What if he did something to fuck everything up? Maybe he shouldn't even answer. Maybe he should just go back into his room and hide for the rest of the night -- no, no, he refused to do that. He wasn't going to be chickenshit. Not tonight. Biting down hard on his lip, he took a deep breath and held it, closing his eyes. His wings fluffed up behind him as he stood, right in front of the door, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.
The door wasn't going to open itself, he suddenly realized, and he scrambled to let the door fly open so Dakota could come in. His silver eyes widened and his wings opened up with the sight. He... woah. The first thing he noticed was how he smelled -- a strange yet beautiful mixture of roses and vanilla. His eyes hooded a little as he stood and stared, swallowing thickly. Okay, his attempt at trying to calm himself clearly didn't do much, as his heart once again began to thunder in his chest, throwing itself against his ribcage like a caged animal. He then remembered his manners and stepped aside so Dakota could enter his apartment. The vampire spoke, and Ry gave him a shy shrug, his face turning bright red again. Darri flapped from his room to the living room where they were, cackling and snickering under his breath as he sat perched on the hearth. Ry looked away from his shadow. God, if that bird did one thing to ruin the night... he gritted his teeth. What if something Darri said offended him? Kota would never speak to him again... he'd lose what could very likely be his only chance --
Kota turned around and hesitated, making Ry's head snap up. His wings flapped a little out of curiosity. He never had a very big urge to look into a person's mind... until now. Datoka made Ryan so curious, so intrigued, he just wanted to know what it was that made the vampire tick. He was so busy thinking about that that he didn't notice where Dakota's hands were trailing and what he was about to do... until he started fiddling with the buttons. Ryan's eyes widened and he began to go pale, only for his face to then explode into a violent shade of bright red. "Wh-wh -- what are you doing!?" he shrieked, his wings immediately going to work, covering his wide eyes with bright white feathers as he staggered back. "I -- I -- I -- me-me-me-mean -- a-a-a-a-a-are-aren't w-w-we su-su-su-supposed t-t-to wait on that!?" he added, his voice about three octaves higher than normal. What the hell what the hell what the hell... he was going to be raped in here. In his own apartment. His body began to shake and tremble slightly as Darri began to cry from laughing so hard. His heart was in his throat, and the back of his mind was starting to ask him...
Why was it that he so badly wanted to take his wings away and look?
The door wasn't going to open itself, he suddenly realized, and he scrambled to let the door fly open so Dakota could come in. His silver eyes widened and his wings opened up with the sight. He... woah. The first thing he noticed was how he smelled -- a strange yet beautiful mixture of roses and vanilla. His eyes hooded a little as he stood and stared, swallowing thickly. Okay, his attempt at trying to calm himself clearly didn't do much, as his heart once again began to thunder in his chest, throwing itself against his ribcage like a caged animal. He then remembered his manners and stepped aside so Dakota could enter his apartment. The vampire spoke, and Ry gave him a shy shrug, his face turning bright red again. Darri flapped from his room to the living room where they were, cackling and snickering under his breath as he sat perched on the hearth. Ry looked away from his shadow. God, if that bird did one thing to ruin the night... he gritted his teeth. What if something Darri said offended him? Kota would never speak to him again... he'd lose what could very likely be his only chance --
Kota turned around and hesitated, making Ry's head snap up. His wings flapped a little out of curiosity. He never had a very big urge to look into a person's mind... until now. Datoka made Ryan so curious, so intrigued, he just wanted to know what it was that made the vampire tick. He was so busy thinking about that that he didn't notice where Dakota's hands were trailing and what he was about to do... until he started fiddling with the buttons. Ryan's eyes widened and he began to go pale, only for his face to then explode into a violent shade of bright red. "Wh-wh -- what are you doing!?" he shrieked, his wings immediately going to work, covering his wide eyes with bright white feathers as he staggered back. "I -- I -- I -- me-me-me-mean -- a-a-a-a-a-are-aren't w-w-we su-su-su-supposed t-t-to wait on that!?" he added, his voice about three octaves higher than normal. What the hell what the hell what the hell... he was going to be raped in here. In his own apartment. His body began to shake and tremble slightly as Darri began to cry from laughing so hard. His heart was in his throat, and the back of his mind was starting to ask him...
Why was it that he so badly wanted to take his wings away and look?
DESTINATION RESERVATION ;
I, MOO THE QUACKING COW, HEREBY HAVE READ THE PROBOARD AND FORUM RULES AND UNDERSTAND THEM TO THE FULLEST EXTENT AND PLAN TO FOLLOW THESE RULES FOR AS LONG AS I AM ON ON PROBOARDS/THIS FORUM. BY DISOBEYING THESE TERMS AND CONDITIONS, I AM SUBJECTED TO BEING BANNED AND UNDERSTAND/AGREE FULLY WITH THE CONSEQUENCES.[/SUB][/BLOCKQUOTE]
