Post by Vaughn Lawrence Gallagher on Oct 28, 2010 21:33:58 GMT -7
VAUGHN LAURENCE GALLAGHER
"you wear ‘em around like you’re cooler than me"
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Vaughn Laurence Gallagher
Nickname(s): none
Gender: male
Age: seventeen
Birthdate: February 6th, 1993
Sexuality: straight
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Richard the Lionheart
Played By: Stephen Jerzak
Grade: senior
Boarding: yes
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: five feet ten inches
Weight: one hundred and sixty-four pounds
Eye Color: grayish blue
Hair Color: light brown
Build: thin
Scars: none in particular
Piercings/Tattoos: none
Personal Style: Generally, Vaughn wears clothes that, well, you wouldn’t see on a lot of people. His style is definitely one that he could call his own. He often wears t-shirts that sport positive sayings and just happy things in general, which is ironic if you know the person Vaughn truly is. On the inside, anyway. As for his lower half, well, Vaughn just typically wears jeans, nothing fancy at all. Just regular old jeans you can buy at regular old stores. For accessories, he’s usually seen wearing an armful of random bracelets.
Appearance: When someone sees Vaughn for the first time, the first word that would probably come to mind is happy. Just by the clothes he wears, Vaughn comes off as a very happy and positive individual. Sure, this isn’t exactly true, but when he wears bright colors all the time, that’s what one is made to think. By the way he walks, the way he holds himself, however, Vaughn appears to be a very self-confident person. He walks with an air of arrogance about him, and yet still manages to somehow draw others to him.
As for his physical appearance, well, that can be described as appealing as well. Vaughn’s eyes are a pretty bluish gray, a color that does indeed draw in the ladies, which he doesn’t have a problem with. His hair is a light brown color, almost red, naturally, and he changes its length constantly. Sometimes Vaughn will grow out his hair so it’s almost past his ears, and other times, he’ll cut it short like most others his age. It just depends what he’s feeling like at the time of his haircut. He has freckles spread across his face, but also to his delight, somehow the girls find that appealing as well.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: combat, video games, arguing, women, drinking, parties in general, the military, handwritten notes, music, and holidays
Dislikes: hot weather, losing, technology, broken pencils, books that are too long, soda, junk food in general, rap, texting, dull colors
Dreams: to join the military and rise to the highest post he can get
Fears: death, losing, heights
Habits/Hobbies: sparring, arguing, flirting, getting mad easily
Secret(s): He writes poetry. D’awh.
Personality: From the outside, Vaughn looks like a happy person. He looks positive and upbeat. On the inside, however, that is definitely not the case. Vaughn can actually be a very cold person, and rude at times. If he doesn’t like you, well, let’s just say that you’re going to know it. Within ten seconds of your encounter with him, you’re going to know if he likes you or not. And if he doesn’t, let’s just say you’re in for it. Vaughn is known for holding grudges, and there’s no way for you to ever get on his good side if you start out on his bad. Or well, that’s never happened yet, at least. There’s always a first for everything, they say, but when you’re dealing with someone as stubborn as Vaughn, that’s highly unlikely. He is tenacious. Once Vaughn sets his mind to something, nothing is ever going to get in his way. His determination could arguably be named his best quality.
Also from the outside, one could tell that with the air Vaughn holds himself, he is a very confident person. He doesn’t believe himself faultless, but he’s very self-confident and often does, well, think about himself more than others. To be completely honest, he will always think of himself first, and what’s in it for him, no matter what the situation is. Vaughn is also very tactical in his planning, how he will always think things through and figure out how he can get events to fan out in a way that pleases him and puts him in the best light, or gets him the best prize. Eyes on the prize? Yeah, that would be Vaughn. He’s almost ruthless in a way, how he would probably sacrifice everything to get what he wants the most. That’s just his determination shining through, his persistence. He never gives up. If you’re friends with Vaughn, you’re going to have a friend for life. He’s fiercely loyal and will possibly most likely never betray you… depending what would be in it for him, of course.
Vaughn is actually very secretive. Whereas most people are open with their friends, Vaughn is the complete opposite. He doesn’t keep to himself in public, but his secrets and anything about himself, basically, that stays for his mind only. He doesn’t tell anyone anything about him. His parents, they only know him from the behaviors they have observed over the years, which really says something. Vaughn’s father doesn’t even know how he’s his son’s hero, and his mother has no idea that he’s not exactly fond of her. (He may not have a problem with letting people know that he doesn’t like them, but when it comes to his mother, he’d rather have her in the dark.) On the other hand, however, Vaughn is a complete gentleman. Chivalry is not dead, for it is alive in Vaughn Gallagher. He practically lives to impress the ladies. If there’s a girl in the room, it doesn’t pay to even try, guys, because Vaughn already has his eyes on her. It doesn’t matter who she is, Vaughn is going to be persistent until he has her wooed. End of story.
On the other hand, however, Vaughn is usually pretty carefree when it comes to day-to-day life. In school, for example, you could have to write a paper, due next week. The morning of, he would half-ass it and hope he gets lucky. There aren’t too many things that Vaughn takes seriously other than his future. That may seem strange that he doesn’t give such an effort in school, but Vaughn doesn’t believe that school is going to get him anywhere. He’s just in it for the ride, you could say, or basically just because he has to. You can’t get into the military these days if you don’t finish school. Vaughn used to give more of a shit about school, but that changed after he lost Tina, the only person that really pushed him to get his work done on time. He never used to have such a thing with women, either, and was always loyal to his girlfriend. But after she died, all stoppers flew out. Vaughn didn’t care anymore. And he still doesn’t.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Melissa Ann Gallagher, thirty-nine, office worker
Father: Rupert Charles Gallagher, forty-one, captain in the army
Siblings: none
Other: Tina Nadia Ronovina, girlfriend, deceased
Pets: none
Hometown: Southampton, England
History:
High school sweethearts. Together from day one. Together until the end. All that stereotypical jazz, the way all couples think they’re going to end up. But for Melissa and Rupert, it became a reality. Growing up in Southampton, UK, the two began dating in Rupert’s junior year, Melissa’s freshman year. By the time Melissa had graduated, Rupert had proposed, and the two were married just months later. A young marriage, one supported by neither of their families, but one that both knew was the right thing for them. This was how they wanted to live their lives. Besides, Rupert had joined the army and was gone so often that they just wanted to know that no matter what happened to him, they belonged to each other. Just four years after Melissa’s graduation, before Rupert was deported, Melissa discovered she was pregnant. It was bittersweet, almost, the day that Rupert left at the airport, when Melissa revealed the news to him. Rupert was going to be gone for a year and a half, and wouldn’t be there for the birth of his baby. But technology was a little more intense these days: there would be ways for him to meet his baby.
Nine months later, with the help of her family along the way, Melissa gave birth to a healthy baby boy, who she and Rupert had decided weeks earlier over the phone to name Vaughn Laurence. From day one Vaughn was a loud baby, louder than infants typically are. In short, he was a pain in the ass. Melissa probably would have ripped out all of her hair in frustration if she had been forced to take care of him all by herself. Luckily, it didn’t matter to Melissa’s family and in-laws that Vaughn was a horribly behaved baby, and they were always willing to babysit or help Melissa out. And when Rupert came home after his year and a half deployment, Melissa didn’t think she’d ever been happier in her life. Rupert took to his new son beautifully, and spent every waking moment with him, teaching him to walk and talk and be potty-trained. It was a load off of Melissa’s back. She was able to go back to work full time, and basically, life was glorious.
From a young age, Vaughn was always interested in war. Many would have figured that was simply because his father was in the army, but no one knew the real reason, not even Vaughn himself – or at least, not at this young age. The only toys Vaughn ever asked for were swords. Never bows, he hated archery. But a sword? That was definitely his weapon of choice. Though it took him a while, Vaughn also took to video games, stealthily getting hold of the more violent war games and playing them throughout the night without his parents ever finding out. Generally he was a very technology-deficient child, more unheard of in today’s generation. But video games? That was the only one he didn’t have a problem with. In school Vaughn constantly got into fights, loving to argue with teachers and best of all, brawl with the other boys in his class. Hell, it didn’t even matter if it was a girl, he would fight with her too.
And in third grade, he found a certain girl that would change his life forever. It started out with Vaughn making some snarky third grade insult about the shirt she was wearing, and then before he knew it, she was beating on him and throwing sand in his hair. And from that moment on, it was love at first sight. Not that Vaughn would ever admit that, because girls had cooties yet, and she was so… not cool. Plus Vaughn was in third grade, and he didn’t really know what love was. But from that moment onward, Vaughn and Tina were constantly fighting. They would fight for the best swing on the playground, they would fight over who got the comfiest chair during library time, they would fight to get to the bubbler first. Vaughn loved fighting, Tina loved fighting; it was like they were perfect for each other. And they both really did have major crushes on each other, which they understood better by the fifth grade. But they were still fighting, and both of them were stubborn as hell. They were never going to admit that they liked each other.
When middle school rolled around, however, things changed. Not just their bodies, but their minds and the way they worked. Vaughn couldn’t ignore his feelings for Tina anymore. And somehow, by seventh grade, things just kind of fell into place. Usually those middle school romances go nowhere, and the couple breaks up within a few months, if not weeks. But Vaughn and Tina, they’d known each other for so long, and it didn’t look like it was gonna work out that way. They dated all the way into high school, and by their sophomore year, you could call things pretty serious. Vaughn had even gone as far as to suggest marriage after high school. They could elope and live together, and things would be perfect. That all changed one night, though. Tina was on her way home from Vaughn’s place one night, a night like any other. She could have gotten a ride, but the evening was comfortable, and besides, it wasn’t a very long walk. Everything seemed fine until a semi pulled onto the road. Semis make wide turns, but this turn was a little too wide. It didn’t look natural. But she’d be fine as long as she stayed on the sidewalk, right? She kept walking, heard a noise in an alley, and naturally had to turn and look. But she never got to look back. The semi headed down the road at a dangerously high speed, and before she even knew what was happening, the drunk driver hit her, and she was dead.
Vaughn was changed forever. When he found out the news later that night, it sounds cliché, but he had died too. Vaughn had never known pain like this before. He had loved her, she had loved him, they were going to get married after high school! But now that was all gone, crushed, just like Tina. Vaughn had always had these strange dreams, these visions of ancient warfare, combat via horseback, and these intensified after he lost his girlfriend. Probably just because he spent a lot more time in his room by himself rather than out and about, and that led him to think. And he had a hell of a lot of time to think. As the months slowly passed, however, Vaughn changed again, for the worse. He started getting into trouble, like he had back in elementary school, but intensified. Teachers were oblivious, hell, everyone was oblivious. He looked like a good kid on the outside, and managed to portray that to adults, and made it seem like everything was fine. But he was partying every weekend, getting drunk and sleeping with random girls he didn’t know. But it kept his mind off of losing her.
By his junior year, Vaughn started getting into poetry. It was probably the best hobby he had, in the sense that it was the healthiest one, anyway. It kept him out of trouble, and in fact, Vaughn spent a lot more time in the library after he discovered writing. It was in the library one night that he stumbled upon the book that would change his life forever. He had grudgingly agreed when the librarian asked him to return a book to its shelf, a book in the religious section. A book on reincarnation. Vaughn had found it stupid at first, wondered why in the world someone would ever want to check out and read a book such as this. But when he dropped it and it fell open to a picture of men riding horseback, men that looked similar to those in his dreams... he had to investigate.
Vaughn read the entire book that night, hiding behind a bookshelf in the library and reading until the early hours of the morning. That was it. He was reincarnated. More research led him to realize that he was none other than Richard the Lionheart, King of England. The King of England that spent hardly any time in his country, interestingly enough. By the end of the night, everything had completely flooded back, all of his memories, his instincts, and it was just all explained... Vaughn went off to school the next day a completely different person, not that anyone else could tell the difference (unless they noticed his increased confidence, or how the smug air he held himself with had intensified). But he was a different person. No, he was the same person, the same one that he had always been: Richard the Lionheart.
The rest of Vaughn’s junior year passed pretty uneventfully, keeping himself in better spirits due to poetry and, well, partying and getting drunk. It was his main form of entertainment, other than immersing himself in Call of Duty 4 and the military. His parents may not have approved of his obsession with fighting and combat in general, preferring for their son to graduate and attend a prestigious university, but there was no changing Vaughn’s mind. He was Richard the Lionheart, and he was going back to war. That involved finishing high school first, though. And when the start of his senior year neared, that came with a surprise: he had been accepted to become a foreign exchange student. Vaughn was going to America. Riverdale in North Carolina, more specifically. Little did he know, his rival, Saladin, his old pen pal by the name of Iskander, was also in attendance at the school. Little did he know that the school was also home to the RSOR, into which he would soon be inducted into. He wasn’t going to be leaving America any time soon....
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Beth (:
Other Characters: Carter Jared Randolph
Age: seventeen
Time Zone: central
Post Sample:It was the worst feeling in the world, missing someone. It was one thing, furthermore, to be simply separated from that person, but completely more, an otherworldly pain, to not know for sure if they even exist anymore, if they're even alive, if they're even out there. You didn't know if you were ever going to see that person again, just that it was the only thing you wanted, needed, in life. And Clyde needed Bonnie. Without her, he wasn't even Clyde. He wasn't even half of the C in his name. Hell, he wasn't even the & symbol. He needed her to function, he needed her to live. No one had ever heard of Clyde Barrow before he united with Bonnie Parker. He had been a nobody, another nameless poor boy from the south that wasn't going to get anywhere in life. And he wouldn't have, if it hadn't been for Bonnie. The bond, the relationship, that had sprung up between them all those years ago, htere was no real way to even describe it. It had brought them into today's world, and it had brought them together again.
And now that they were together again... there was no tearing them apart. It had been a sign. It was meant to be. It was like they had been told, now, since they'd found each other, that this was how it was meant to be. And they weren't going to have any problem with that at all. Hell, they didn't even need the sign, because they would have been inseparable anyway. From this moment onward, they were never going to be apart, not for more than five seconds. Maybe when they went to the bathroom. Probably not even then. Carter, at least, wouldn't have a problem with following Bonnie into the girls' room, as long as he could beat the shit out of anyone that saw him. And if there were girls in there... he'd force them not to tell. He'd make them swear. After all, he couldn't just beat the fuck out of girls, especially defenseless girls... He may have been an indifferent bitch most of the time, but that didnt' mean he didn't at least have some morals... They just weren't that strong, that was all. The only morals Carter really had were, as he'd said, not to beat girls, and the code of ethics that existed between criminals. Kind of like in high school, how no one likes a snitch, and you'll unspeakingly stick up for another kid and not tell if they're texting in class or warn them if crazy teachers start collecting I <3 Boobies bracelets out of nowhere. That was probably one of the strongest things that Carter had brought along with him from his former life.
Technically, Carter had really brought everything with him from his former life, because he was his former life. He was, unspeakingly, Clyde Barrow. They were two and the same. Two in one, you could say. The main differences? Physical appearance, and damn, he wasn't bad-looking this time around, if I do say so myself. No one could deny that. The legit Clyde Barrow, the first time around, couldn't have been bad-looking either, but it was true, Carter seemed to attract a lot more attention from the ladies this time around. Maybe because during the nineteen thirties, no one needed another poor boy, another nobody. This time, in Riverdale, he was so... superior. There was something about him, the way he kept to himself and seemed so mysterious... It attracted women. But he had eyes for only one lady, and that lady was next to him in his car right now, making herself more and more irresistible by the minute. He had pretty much already completely forgotten agreeing that they would rid the world of the cops, how she'd seemed thrilled, completely overjoyed, when he told her he'd help. Well of course he'd help. She knew that. He'd do anything for her. It was just the way it worked; he was the man, and he had to please his lady. Just the way she had to please him... Granted, the way Carter wanted to be pleased, Bonnie would be getting some pretty good pleasure out of it too. The way she spoke... it just made him drive faster. But every time he glanced over and saw that skirt moving up her leg, it made him want to just pull over. He drove at speeds... well, probably of over hundred miles an hour, but it was only a matter of minutes before he started braking, pulling onto an old dirt road. How cliche. He didn't speak as he drove for a few moments down the road, then pulled off onto another road, leading them into a forest-looking sort of place. He pulled off to the side of the path and parked his car, and looked over at Bonnie again, this time letting his eyes rest on her for longer than two seconds. He couldn't make it.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
application format by dante/dante in ze pot. lyrics from 'wreak havoc' by angelspit. nothing will chase you down if you remove the credits, but i'd rather you not. that is all.
