Post by skyler trevino. on Feb 18, 2010 20:22:28 GMT -5
SKYLER GAGE TREVINO ;
HEY HEY! THE NAME IS UP ABOVE BUT EVERYONE CALLS ME SKY WHICH IS PRETTY COOL, RIGHT? ANYWAY, I'M A MALE, BORN IN PARIS, FRANCE, AND AM TWENTY-FOUR YEARS OLD. DAMN STRAIGHT! STILL YOUNG, BABY! JUST TO GET THE BASES COVERED, I AM A JOURNALIST AND AM ACTUALLY HOMOSEXUAL BUT I LOVE WRITING, MUSIC, TALKING ENDLESSLY, CHINESE FOOD, PLAYING GUITAR, FINDING NEW PLAID SHIRTS BUT I TOTALLY HATE LETTING SOMOENE IN, FALLING FOR THE WRONG GUY, CHEATERS, LIARS, IGNORANT PEOPLE. 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]SKYLER TREVINO[/b][/color] looks sort of like [b]KRIS ALLEN[/b] and goes onto aim by the name of [u]SKYSTRUTS[/u] but to hit him up, just call [u]428 - 3897[/u]. FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENCE ;
PERSONAL STYLE:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]Sky doesn't put a lot of personal thought into his outfits, normally. He'll sometimes step it up to impress someone, but that's rare. He prefers his hair darker, and just completely unstyled. It's normally kind of messy looking, but he's never been someone that put a lot of thought into that. He has deep brown eyes that he thinks are somewhat boring, but people have called them soulful before. Skyler smiles all the time, and when he smiles really brightly or laughs heavily his nose scrunches up and this happens often.
His body type is compact, to say the least. He stands at five foot seven inches, and over the years his clothes have gotten tighter which shows off every crevice of his body. He has short, muscular legs that he usually accentuated with tight jeans. Skyler has a six-pack somewhere under that plaid and those t-shirts. He has been known to dress up for certain occasions in a nice suit. Normally, he prefers the casual look that he can feel comfortable in.
PERSONALITY:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]Skyler comes off to most people as the wholesome, boy next door that's had a somewhat easy life growing up in Paris. He's probably the world's most modest person, and he's extremely genuine. He will speak his mind when needed, and he hates to sugarcoat things. He's very cool, calm and collected and prefers not to have any confrontation. His preference is to have things just happen and to go with the flow. He hates making plans and being late. He also doesn't like people trying to figure him out when they don't really know him.
Sky comes off as a vanilla-type guy when it comes to sex, but that's not really the truth. He loves sex, and almost any form of it. But, the thing about him that usually keeps him single is he wants to be in a relationship and have sex. He feels kind of selfish, but he wants the sex and the relationship. It scares him to death with the idea of getting close to someone, but every now and then he takes a chance on someone else that he won't regret.
SIGHTING LIGHTENING ;
FAMILY:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]kimberly trevino - mother, 44, teacher
allen trevino - father, 48, firefighter
HISTORY:[/U][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]nah.
PASSING CASTING ;
Jonah couldn't take his mind, and every sinking thought off the dim screen of his cell phone. He was waiting as always. It seemed that he was always waiting on something. He was waiting to find the balls to apologize to Embry, and possibly Skyler. He was waiting to find it within him to forgive Shade, or get over his pride. He was so utterly pissed about the entire situation and sick of hearing everyone's snarky comments towards his new sex tape floating around the internet. Not that he had any other sex tapes, or at least none that he knew of, going around for him to be questioned about endlessly. None of this was his intention when he originally decided to break the record of how many Jell-O shots he could down at once and go over to Shade's apartment. This would always be known as one of the stupidest moves in his life. Still, he was afraid that Sasha was going to throw it back in his face. He really hoped that he wasn't that kind of friend. He always seemed to be wrong about the types of friends he kept in his company.
"Fuck. Hurry up, Sasha," he yelled at the inanimate object known as the cell phone he couldn't seem to keep his attention away from. As many times that he went over this situation in his already clouded mind, he couldn't get past how shitty he was feeling despite everyone that he talked to kind of moving past it. Jonah knew that something else would come along that would somehow catch everyone's attention and they would soon forget this traumatic article that he was sure that was going to ruin him. He didn't think that it was anyone's business (especially the rest of the world) that he liked to have sex with guys. He never thought he was going to be one of those guys that yelled at inanimate objects, and got super impatient. He was sure that Sasha had bigger things going on than his little problems.
Sasha really was the only person in his life that didn't make him feel like shit. If he made one little snarky comment about Skyler, Embry would bitch him out about the entire thing. He couldn't even talk about Shade in a 'friend' context anymore. It was too hard to be friends with someone that deviously planned the whole thing. There was no way he just happened to have a video camera lying around when he needed some scandalous article. Well, it wasn't him that needed it; that piece of shit Kalen West needed it. The respect he had for that man was dwindling by the very second. Not that he originally had any, but when someone who used to call himself a friend would give up their entire friendship so he didn't get fucking fired. Even Jonah had some set of morals that wouldn't allow him to do that to someone like Shade. At one point, they used to be really close. Over the years, that went out the goddamn window. Now, it seemed like a non-existent memory.
The internal battle he was fighting didn't seem to be going away anytime soon. There wasn't anyone he could talk to about this besides Sasha. He felt as if he was going to go crazy, or maybe he already had. His life had turned into some maddening cycle of fuck ups that he was constantly being reminded of. He drank, fucked some guy or even a girl, and things went to shit after that. This was severely evident with what happened the other night. He couldn't escape the feeling that he was going to continue this vicious cycle, and he'd never get it right. That was the scariest part of it all; that he was going to continue to do this to himself and he'd never find peace of mind. Deep down, he really did just want to find one person, stick with them, be some form of happy and settle his ass down. That's not just what he wanted, but he needed it more than anything. He'll be turning twenty-six years old and this seems like a good time to settle down. He didn't want to wait until he was too old to realize that he should've settled down when he was this age until everyone he cared about left.
His mind raced with possibilities of how this was going to go from now on. Would anyone be able to forget about this stupid mistake? All the questions ran around in his mind, and there didn't seem to be any coherent answer. He couldn't see the future and if he had known how this was originally going to turn out, he wouldn't have decided to fuck his friend, Shade. This was exactly why he didn't let people in because they just ended up disappointing Jonah. He was sure that he disappointed people, too, but he couldn't think about that right now. He didn't need to be constantly reminded of how much he'd been failing at life lately. Jonah really needed to find some way to figure out how to make this better. He couldn't get rid of the sex tape, and he couldn't take back what he did. So, what else was there to do; never talk to Shade again? That was always a possibility. He knew Sasha would go mad and want to beat his face in. That was just the typical, protective Sasha and something he usually liked about him.
Even with the constant apologies he heard from Shade, and the shaky phone call he received from Rian he couldn't do it. He couldn't go visit him at the hospital. A part of him wondered if Kalen would be there, and even the sound of his name made him want to puke his guts up right in his face. What was he supposed to say to Shade, anyways? There weren't any nice words that formed in his head that would sound appropriate. He already let all his feelings out in those texts they sent. And, somehow Shade had called him a hypocrite. That didn't compute in his head as logic. Just because he'd been occasionally having sex with Rian, he freaked the fuck out on him. He had the audacity to say he ruined their friendship. He knew what discretion was, and figured that Shade could learn a thing or two about it. Shade, in his mind right now, was an absolute worthless piece of shit that he wanted to let all his anger out on in the form of his fist. He'd leave that up to Sasha, though. That seemed to be his specialty, anyways. He was relieved, however, to find out that Sasha was coming over. He needed someone that didn't make him feel like he was worthless.
Walking into the kitchen, he dropped the half empty beer bottle in the sink. Somehow, he just wasn't in the mood to drink. He couldn't help but remember the last time he did. It's not like he was never going to drink again, but he needed a new memory that wasn't going to make him sick to his stomach. That feeling of absolute disgust ran through his mind when he thought about the moment he found out about the article. Multiple pictures, a video, and god knows what else of photographic evidence of that night. It would always be known as the worst night of his life. That might have sounded like a little bit of an exaggeration, but it still remained true in his mind. He gave up on the very idea that things were going to go back to how they were. He didn't see how that was even possible anymore. It seemed as likely as his body being clean of tattoos. It was called unrealistic, and he hated being disappointed.
His patience was wearing as thin as his supposedly thick skin. It wasn't thick even in the slightest anymore. He had feelings, despite what people might think. They all thought he fucked and didn't feel anything or felt the consequences. Shade was his friend, and he fucked their friendship. Literally. He almost forgot what a Russian accent sounded like until he heard Sasha going on about something and their differences. "Dog eat dog world," he corrected him, walking back into the main part of his hotel room. He walked closer to Sasha, and sighed heavily. "I didn't know it was going to turn out this way, Sasha. And, if that makes me stupid then so fucking be it. I got drunk, Shade needed a story. Apparently, I handed it right over to him. The stupid part was trusting him especially when I was inebriated. I don't remember agreeing to a sex tape, but it's out there on the interweb if you want to go watch it. I just.... don't know what to do."
"Fuck. Hurry up, Sasha," he yelled at the inanimate object known as the cell phone he couldn't seem to keep his attention away from. As many times that he went over this situation in his already clouded mind, he couldn't get past how shitty he was feeling despite everyone that he talked to kind of moving past it. Jonah knew that something else would come along that would somehow catch everyone's attention and they would soon forget this traumatic article that he was sure that was going to ruin him. He didn't think that it was anyone's business (especially the rest of the world) that he liked to have sex with guys. He never thought he was going to be one of those guys that yelled at inanimate objects, and got super impatient. He was sure that Sasha had bigger things going on than his little problems.
Sasha really was the only person in his life that didn't make him feel like shit. If he made one little snarky comment about Skyler, Embry would bitch him out about the entire thing. He couldn't even talk about Shade in a 'friend' context anymore. It was too hard to be friends with someone that deviously planned the whole thing. There was no way he just happened to have a video camera lying around when he needed some scandalous article. Well, it wasn't him that needed it; that piece of shit Kalen West needed it. The respect he had for that man was dwindling by the very second. Not that he originally had any, but when someone who used to call himself a friend would give up their entire friendship so he didn't get fucking fired. Even Jonah had some set of morals that wouldn't allow him to do that to someone like Shade. At one point, they used to be really close. Over the years, that went out the goddamn window. Now, it seemed like a non-existent memory.
The internal battle he was fighting didn't seem to be going away anytime soon. There wasn't anyone he could talk to about this besides Sasha. He felt as if he was going to go crazy, or maybe he already had. His life had turned into some maddening cycle of fuck ups that he was constantly being reminded of. He drank, fucked some guy or even a girl, and things went to shit after that. This was severely evident with what happened the other night. He couldn't escape the feeling that he was going to continue this vicious cycle, and he'd never get it right. That was the scariest part of it all; that he was going to continue to do this to himself and he'd never find peace of mind. Deep down, he really did just want to find one person, stick with them, be some form of happy and settle his ass down. That's not just what he wanted, but he needed it more than anything. He'll be turning twenty-six years old and this seems like a good time to settle down. He didn't want to wait until he was too old to realize that he should've settled down when he was this age until everyone he cared about left.
His mind raced with possibilities of how this was going to go from now on. Would anyone be able to forget about this stupid mistake? All the questions ran around in his mind, and there didn't seem to be any coherent answer. He couldn't see the future and if he had known how this was originally going to turn out, he wouldn't have decided to fuck his friend, Shade. This was exactly why he didn't let people in because they just ended up disappointing Jonah. He was sure that he disappointed people, too, but he couldn't think about that right now. He didn't need to be constantly reminded of how much he'd been failing at life lately. Jonah really needed to find some way to figure out how to make this better. He couldn't get rid of the sex tape, and he couldn't take back what he did. So, what else was there to do; never talk to Shade again? That was always a possibility. He knew Sasha would go mad and want to beat his face in. That was just the typical, protective Sasha and something he usually liked about him.
Even with the constant apologies he heard from Shade, and the shaky phone call he received from Rian he couldn't do it. He couldn't go visit him at the hospital. A part of him wondered if Kalen would be there, and even the sound of his name made him want to puke his guts up right in his face. What was he supposed to say to Shade, anyways? There weren't any nice words that formed in his head that would sound appropriate. He already let all his feelings out in those texts they sent. And, somehow Shade had called him a hypocrite. That didn't compute in his head as logic. Just because he'd been occasionally having sex with Rian, he freaked the fuck out on him. He had the audacity to say he ruined their friendship. He knew what discretion was, and figured that Shade could learn a thing or two about it. Shade, in his mind right now, was an absolute worthless piece of shit that he wanted to let all his anger out on in the form of his fist. He'd leave that up to Sasha, though. That seemed to be his specialty, anyways. He was relieved, however, to find out that Sasha was coming over. He needed someone that didn't make him feel like he was worthless.
Walking into the kitchen, he dropped the half empty beer bottle in the sink. Somehow, he just wasn't in the mood to drink. He couldn't help but remember the last time he did. It's not like he was never going to drink again, but he needed a new memory that wasn't going to make him sick to his stomach. That feeling of absolute disgust ran through his mind when he thought about the moment he found out about the article. Multiple pictures, a video, and god knows what else of photographic evidence of that night. It would always be known as the worst night of his life. That might have sounded like a little bit of an exaggeration, but it still remained true in his mind. He gave up on the very idea that things were going to go back to how they were. He didn't see how that was even possible anymore. It seemed as likely as his body being clean of tattoos. It was called unrealistic, and he hated being disappointed.
His patience was wearing as thin as his supposedly thick skin. It wasn't thick even in the slightest anymore. He had feelings, despite what people might think. They all thought he fucked and didn't feel anything or felt the consequences. Shade was his friend, and he fucked their friendship. Literally. He almost forgot what a Russian accent sounded like until he heard Sasha going on about something and their differences. "Dog eat dog world," he corrected him, walking back into the main part of his hotel room. He walked closer to Sasha, and sighed heavily. "I didn't know it was going to turn out this way, Sasha. And, if that makes me stupid then so fucking be it. I got drunk, Shade needed a story. Apparently, I handed it right over to him. The stupid part was trusting him especially when I was inebriated. I don't remember agreeing to a sex tape, but it's out there on the interweb if you want to go watch it. I just.... don't know what to do."
DESTINATION RESERVATION ;
I, IZZIE, 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]
