Post by ohdrue on Sept 7, 2007 16:35:07 GMT
THE ACTOR
[/size][/b]Name: Drue
Age: Super-nearly 16
Means of Contact: My email is: xx_cyanide@hotmail.co.uk; my neopets account is _etcetera. But that stands to be frozen at any time, so don't rely on it.
Role playing Experience: Uhm… a good three or four years now.
Your Activity Level: I reckon I'd be able to manage 7 or 8. Less on a bad day with a huge pile of homework.
Other Characters: None, as of yet
THE PART
[/center][/b]Full Name: Maurice Benjamin Black
Nickname
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Date of Birth: 18th April, 1987
Mother: Alison Black
Father: Jacob Black
Siblings: Harriet Black, aged 17; Megan Black, aged 14
Sexuality: Homosexual
ON THE OUTSIDE
[/center]Appearance: The easiest word to use when describing Maurice is 'average'. He is of average height, standing at 5'8"; he is of average weight, at 140 lbs; he is short-sighted, but only averagely so – he only wears the glasses because everything being a little fuzzy is annoying, and he can't stand contact lenses. He's even of average attractiveness, with nothing in particular to distinguish himself from the next person at all. It doesn't bother him at all. He doesn't really want to be different.
His hair is really the only thing he cares about, looks wise, and even that is intermittent. Occasionally he goes through a week or two of obsessively washing, blow drying and styling, and then do the exact opposite for a month or so. It's just brown, right? Doesn't need a lot of care. It would probably different if it looked interesting – maybe some red in it – but… it didn't, and therefore caring all the time was pointless. In fact, Maurice has tendencies like this in a lot of his appearance, just to lesser extents. With most things, he can't go quite so far as to actually care, but there are times when he puts more effort into, for example, getting ready. On some days he'll have odd socks, possibly even odd shoes, and mismatching things. On others it will all be carefully co-ordinated, because sometimes things just have to be like that. He doesn't know why; he doesn't care why. But that's how it works.
Image:
Celebrity Portrayal: Rivers Cuomo
ON THE INSIDE
[/center]Personality: It tends to change from day to day, depending on who he's meant to be. Maurice is what is sometimes referred to as a mythomaniac – a pathological liar. He doesn't know why, nor can he control it particularly well, but he doesn't care. In fact, most of the time he doesn't even notice he's doing it. And this is why his personality changes: some days he might be called Tom, and rather like watersports; some days he might be called Harry, and he used to be in a successful band, which broke up due to the lead singer doing heroin. Anything is possible.
But in reality, Maurice is just a bit of a misfit geek. Most people have never met this side of him, though, as he isn't terribly good at telling the truth. Aspects of it come through in everyone else he is – maybe one day he'd be called Jake and have been quarterback on his high school football team, but also a prize winning computer analyst. He's never minded being odd, but then again, somewhat ironically, the lying both causes his oddness, and makes him feel better about it. Perhaps if they don't like Jake, they might like Mike. He can be anyone he wants. Maurice likes being able to change himself completely for everyone he meets - and even with people he knows well, he can be several different people within just one conversation. He can't help it; what if they start to dislike one person? It might not be wrong to say a lot of his problem is attention seeking, and a lot more just the simple desire to be liked, but so far nothing - not friendship, or even romance - has been able to get him to be honest with anyone except the stars.
Likes:
Stars
Parrots
Classical music, especially Beethoven
Dark green
Dark brown
Staying up late and waking up early
Tea with three sugars
Dislikes:
Cats
Rock music
Lilies
Watching the news on TV
Rodents
Purple
Soaps on TV
Orchids
White t-shirts
Habits:
Lying
Talking to himself
Quirks:
He turns the TV off during adverts, instead of switching channels
If he rips up napkins, it's always in equal pieces
IN THE PAST
History: Maurice started lying when his sisters were born – he was jealous. Before, he had had all of the attention; when they came along, he was shoved in front of the television. So he started faking sick enough that he had to go to hospital, so they would notice him. And he found he enjoyed it. So he carried on doing that, but added some other things to his repertoire - Dad had given him cookies before dinner; Mum had said he could learn to sew. Getting his parents in trouble with one another was always amusing, and he was sure that should he see them again, he would carry on.
He was sixteen when he was sent to live with his aunt, only a few streets away, but far more convenient for his parents and sisters, who he was now lying to and about on a far too frequent basis. He was there for two years, before his aunt got tired of it, and after he managed to earn himself a couple of nights in prison, the authorities, his parents, and his aunt decided that this was the best place for him.
He was younger than this, however, when he started talking to objects. They didn't reply in human terms, but it cheered him up. Frankly, this only sealed the deal in his aunt's mind that he was nuts. He didn't care. He was apathetic towards a lot of things. It was a lot easier, he found, to deal with everything from school to family to just ordering a take-out if he didn't care. Life could be dull as hell, but he was willing to pay that price.
Relationships with Parents: Not particularly good, since he was sent away. Even before that it was rocky. He doesn't care.
Relationships with siblings: He doesn't mind them, but they're not keen on him, after everything he said about them.
BACK TO THE PRESENT
Role play Sample:
"I can tell you the truth, can't I?" The voice was less than a whisper, but it was loud enough. It would hear. "I can. I know I can." But he didn't sound convinced. He sounded like he wanted to be convinced, certainly, but not like he was convinced. That was something more difficult altogether. "You wouldn't tell anyone, would you?" There was a short pause, and silence echoed throughout the little, locked room he was in, sitting in a corner and looking down at his hands. "Of course not. I can talk to you. Of course I can talk to you. Why wouldn't I be able to you?" But he still wasn't convinced, and everything he was saying managed only to increase his anxiety.
There was no reply, and the only noises for a few minutes were his sneezes. Once the fifth one of these had passed, he felt obliged to offer an explanation, and so said, "It's my hay fever. I have hay fever, whenever I go outside for a while, then come back in, I get hay fever." It wasn't true. Of course it wasn't true. Maurice never told the truth. He was just coming down with a slight cold, but he couldn't say that. He wouldn't be able to tell you why he couldn't; just that it was the case.
"I can trust you, can't I?" He still wasn't sure, and he needed to be. If he wanted to tell his secrets; and he did, he desperately did; he had to be sure he was in safe company. "You know," he began, about to reveal something out of pure boredom. Then he shook his head and curled up into a ball on the floor, clamping his fist together. He couldn't. He couldn't talk about anything. It wasn't fair. He was sniffing and mewing quietly, ignoring the slight wetness in his eyes – product of his wanting to say something so badly, and failing – when he sat back up, a good five minutes later. He also loosened his fist and looked down at the small green thing in his hand. Half an hour ago it had been one of the weeds in the garden, which he had taken. Now it was something he wanted to trust. "I can, can't I? I know I can! You won't tell on me, will you? No… No, of course not. You're my friend…" He looked down at the little thing and giggled slightly, before saying again, "I can trust you." He sounded almost certain. The next pause lasted only a few seconds, before he said, "My name's Jack."
The magic phrase: 'In a world as big as this it's not hard to feel alone...'