Post by mel on Jun 22, 2011 20:28:27 GMT
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] cullen james ross |
| [atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is cullen james ross, but you can call me cullen. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm twenty years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a man. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a shifter, but you can keep that a secret for now. |
personality
[/size][/right]Cullen is an ass. Plain and simple.He's narrow-minded, impulsive and generally an egoist. Despite feeling pity and remorse like everyone else, Cullen has the magical ability to justify all of his actions with something or other. As long as he has an excuse, he'll ride it to the bit. Some would call his stubborn nature childish, but people who know him would recognize it's simply his form of self defense. As long as he's not the one under fire, he feels safe. For good reason, this security is one of the most important things in the world to Cullen. He isn't, however, a complete dick. If you gave him something he really cared about, like most people would, he'd do just about anything to keep it safe.
Due to a stint in a boarding school in New York, Cullen is extremely confident in himself. Actually, more so in his appearance than his real being. Like many, he fears his personality doesn't quite live up to his exterior. He hides this insecurity behind dashing smiles and textbook charm, both of which he is a master. Though he was only in the boarding school for a few months, his natural attractiveness and finesse with the spoken word gave him quite a large fan base. Such a thing is likely to go to a boy's head, and Cullen was no exception.
Things important to note are that, one, Cullen is a shifter. He can become a Doberman at will. Not a very kind looking animal, but in this form, Cullen rarely acts aggressively. Unlike some, he actually enjoys his ability. In his youth, he used it to avoid his mother. In his teen years, he used it to avoid that annoying group of girl who really liked him. And now? Well, now Cullen just uses it for a sense of comfort. Things seem simpler when all he has to do is prance around, wag his tail and chase squirrels. Of course, never the innocent, Cullen does enjoy using this form for a bit of naughty fun. Chasing that one guy who he doesn't like. Snuggling up with a pretty girl who he was too lazy to chase in human form. Generally just running rampant. Basically, nothing serious. Cullen tends to take the world as a joke, in both forms.
Second thing to know is that Cullen really doesn't care. I say this generally because he honestly finds very little important enough to waste the time and effort being concerned about. This includes other creatures, such as vampires and weres. So long as they don't give him trouble, he sees no purpose in giving them trouble. Besides, in a way, he felt they were sort of his ilk, being a shifter and all. To Cullen, just about everyone is equal. Except for him. He is slightly above everyone else. Of course.
history
[/size][/right]Cullen was born in Las Vegas to a woman named Barbara Ross. His father, whoever he might have been, was long gone in a continuous string of affairs Barbie had, and would continue to have through her son's childhood.Cullen grew up in about as bad an environment as they come. Barbie worked at a strip joint in the city and wasn't paid all that well. They lived in a trailer in a run down park of the outskirts of town, never really making it by but somehow never completely giving up.
If you asked Cullen, his poverty and his misfortune wouldn't have really mattered if his mother had at least tried. But Barbie had little care or want for her son. As far as she was concerned, he was an accident, and she treated him as such. Forgot him at shopping malls, left him to wander around the gentleman's clubs in which she danced and was as impatient with him as could be. If you recall what I said earlier about Cullen's need for constant security, it stemmed from this. If his mother could find something to blame him for, she would. His only possible way out were any number of excuses he could find. This bled through into his later life, where now, he simply doesn't understand the importance of taking responsibility for wrong doing.
Cullen lived with his mother in their crappy little trailer for fourteen years. In that time, he'd taught himself the basics (alphabet, numbers, etc) because Barbie had never bothered to enroll him in school. Whether or not this was really legal, she didn't seem to care. When he could, he'd get his neighbor, Ms. Rodriguez, to read stories too him. In the end, learning how to read and write from a woman whose second language was english proved to be a bit more difficult than normal. Cullen was never well educated and for it, never all that intelligent.
It was on his fourteenth birthday that his mother managed to have him emancipated. She'd slept with a judge a few times and hired a lawyer with the money she didn't have and got the poor boy removed from her life. The day he was forced to leave his home was just eight days after his birthday. the fourteenth one Barbie had forgotten to help him celebrate.
To Cullen, the emancipation was both a curse and a blessing. No more Barbie. No more taking care of the drunk, evil woman who had never cared for him. In the same sense, no more home. No more free meals at the club. No more Mrs. Rodriguez.
Unsure of what to do, Cullen made his way to New York, where his uncle lived. The journey, a few thousand miles, was made completely on foot. For the most part, he stayed as a dog. Its coat of fur kept the boy warm at night, and he could usually beg a few scraps of food from people where he went. By some miracle, and a lot of luck, Cullen eventually made it to Manhattan, where he met his uncle.
Jonesy Ross was a good man. A bit flamboyant, but good. He worked as a designer for a fashion company and was well enough off to happily support himself. When Cullen arrived at his door, Jonesy took him inside and listened to his story. Though he'd never known about his nephew, he believed Cullen, knowing his sister well enough to know that what Cullen told him of his mother was all very true. Happily, he accepted the rail-thin, haggard boy into his life and his home.
For three years, Cullen lived happily in New York. His first few months were spent mostly rehabilitating. Gaining weight, working out and just being a teen. Jonesy knew from the burns and scars on his boys that Cullen didn't know what being a kid really meant and felt it important to give his nephew the chance.
After he turned fifteen, Jonesy enrolled him in a nearby boarding school. He stayed for almost one full year before being expelled for rude conduct and showing no improvement. Though initially disappointed, Jonesy eventually realized Cullen didn't know how else to act in that setting. He was a boy would could barely count to one-hundred and he was being asked to read The Catcher in the Rye? Of course he was going to pretend like none of it mattered. Who wanted to admit they simply couldn't do it?
In an effort to help the boy, Jonesy sent Cullen to a friend in Jamerson Falls. For the next two years of his life, Cullen lived with Anne Bartlett, a close friend of Jonesy's and a retired english professor from a nearby college. Being of high intelligence, she took Cullen's lack of education and through hard work helped him turn it around.
Now twenty years old, Cullen lives on his own in Jamerson, working as a waiter in the Belva restaurant. He keeps up regular correspondence with his uncle and with Anne, and lives life in a relaxed and happy manner. His education now parallels a regular high schoolers, and he still goes to Anne once in a while for lessons and help. His natural quick wit, however, gets him through most conversation with ease. Even working at a fine, classy restaurant, most patrons would swear he was in college studying.
Really, though? He just knows how to work a conversation to make him look good.[/div][/td][td]
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role play sample |
It was a clumsily drawn quidditch player taking a nose dive for a big heart. A large, beautifully ornate heart. And beneath the heart? A pit of razor sharp spikes.
Now, of course, the face of the quidditch player was just two dots and a smiley. But it was pretty easy to tell who she was attempting to portray.
"God, it'd be great to feed him a little of his own medicine." SHe muttered. If only she was cruel enough to do something like that. Reel him in, and then cast him out. But Eden was intelligent enough to know that if she got her hands on Samson's affections, all she'd want to do is keep them. So, studiously, she vowed to keep everything so professional that he wouldn't be able to recognize the bubbly girl she once had been. Give that stupid, obnoxious playboy nothing to feed on.
Because like it or not, he was going to flirt with her. That was Samson. He flirted with girls. And he would think of Eden as easy prey. Something to nurse his ego for the night.
As the small, horribly-drawn quidditch player pierced through the heart and landed in the pit in a burst of squiggles, Eden promised herself she'd never go back to being his play thing.
Of course, at that most in opportune moment, Samson arrived. Being all dashing and suave. Ewwie.
Had he really just asked her how she was doing? The gall! The nerve! The... Well, okay, it actually wasn't all that rude. Better than "Hey, hotstuff".
Immediately, she gestured for the seat across from her and curtly greeted him. "Samson," Moving to pick up her papers, she hoped he didn't see her most recent drawing. Though, he probably couldn't tell what it was. The quidditch player was still just a mass of distorted squiggles. "Good to see you again," She forced out, looking as serene and pleasant as humanly possible. if he wasn't affected, neither was she. "As you know, The Daily Prophet has been covering your life backwards and forwards since the Falcons most recent defeat of Vratsa Vultures due to your..." Eden frowned at her notes, as if disturbed. "...expert use of the bludger, using it to knock a Keeper into the middle goal post, also scoring the winning point." She reviewed her notes once more before murmuring, "That was likely very painful." Shaking the thought, Eden looked up at him and asked, "How do you feel about the victory?"[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] MEL | ALMOST A YEAR | DREW ROY |
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