Post by Bo Lyle on May 16, 2007 17:45:54 GMT -5
About You
Name/Online Alias: TF
Age: 14
Contact Information: Email is in my profile.
Hope you don't mind, Cays, but I'm terrible at writing with forms now, so I wrote it like this.
Hey, I'm Bo Lyle. Okay, so my real name is Robert, but when my little sister Jessica was a toddler, she called me Bobert, and that got shortened to Bo (since I hated Bob). It just stuck. My parents, Ann and Brian, called me that because I hated Robert and they felt Bobert was too undignified.
As you can tell from my name, I'm a guy (or at least I was the last time I checked). I'm sixteen, about 5'5" - short, I know - and I have dark hair that never seems to really go right. It's sort of half curly and half not, but all over. Does that make any sense?
I'm really into computers and technology, but I also play and watch baseball religiously. I like all kinds of music except rap. It just bugs me. I like to exercise. I know a lot of people who hate to exercise, but I live for it. I run every day and I swim a lot.
I've been playing baseball since I was about four. My dad's a big baseball fan as well, so he taught me the rules and how to pitch and I've been playing ever since. I play shortstop, since I'm small and quick. Everyone on the team and a couple of my best friends call me Shortstop most of the time. I taught my little sister how to play as well, but she hurt her arm when she was thirteen after four years of being a pitcher. Now she plays soccer most of the time, but if we're low on players at practice, she'll sub in for someone.
I watch after Jess while we're at school, since she is my little sister. She's fourteen now, and she's like a boy, only she's a girl. Since our mom died when I was four and she was two, she pretty much grew up as a boy, and she loves it. She's perfectly happy. The problem is some of the guys at our school. They're always joking about how she must be gay since she's like one of the guys. Actually, they joke about how they think I'm gay as well. I'm not actually gay. I'm undecided, and I'm not ashamed. I don't really care what people think about me. I am who I am.
RP Example:
Bo tied the last knot on his shoe and stood up, grabbing his water bottle. He bounced a few times on the balls of his feet before starting off, looking around at the campus as he ran. The sun beat down upon him, causing sweat to drip down the back of his neck.
It was a gorgeous day: The sky was a bright, clear blue, and the flowers were glistening from the rain they had gotten during the night. Bo loved the feeling of the road under his feet, the condensation from his water bottle dripping down his hand onto his wrist, and the rhythmic thumping of his sneakers on the pavement.
When Bo crashed back into his dorm room, he was soaking wet (he had poured the remainder of his water over his own head) and his heart was pounding in his chest. He tossed his empty water bottle onto his bed and slumped down in a chair to rest. He heard a crunching noise underneath him and groaned.
"Too tired to find out what it was," he mumbled, catching his breath. Finally, he forced himself to move and pulled a crumpled piece of paper out from under himself. Reading it over, he groaned again, for it was a note from his roommate telling him that he would have the dorm to himself tonight. "Who's he sleazing tonight?" Bo grimaced.
Name/Online Alias: TF
Age: 14
Contact Information: Email is in my profile.
Hope you don't mind, Cays, but I'm terrible at writing with forms now, so I wrote it like this.
Hey, I'm Bo Lyle. Okay, so my real name is Robert, but when my little sister Jessica was a toddler, she called me Bobert, and that got shortened to Bo (since I hated Bob). It just stuck. My parents, Ann and Brian, called me that because I hated Robert and they felt Bobert was too undignified.
As you can tell from my name, I'm a guy (or at least I was the last time I checked). I'm sixteen, about 5'5" - short, I know - and I have dark hair that never seems to really go right. It's sort of half curly and half not, but all over. Does that make any sense?
I'm really into computers and technology, but I also play and watch baseball religiously. I like all kinds of music except rap. It just bugs me. I like to exercise. I know a lot of people who hate to exercise, but I live for it. I run every day and I swim a lot.
I've been playing baseball since I was about four. My dad's a big baseball fan as well, so he taught me the rules and how to pitch and I've been playing ever since. I play shortstop, since I'm small and quick. Everyone on the team and a couple of my best friends call me Shortstop most of the time. I taught my little sister how to play as well, but she hurt her arm when she was thirteen after four years of being a pitcher. Now she plays soccer most of the time, but if we're low on players at practice, she'll sub in for someone.
I watch after Jess while we're at school, since she is my little sister. She's fourteen now, and she's like a boy, only she's a girl. Since our mom died when I was four and she was two, she pretty much grew up as a boy, and she loves it. She's perfectly happy. The problem is some of the guys at our school. They're always joking about how she must be gay since she's like one of the guys. Actually, they joke about how they think I'm gay as well. I'm not actually gay. I'm undecided, and I'm not ashamed. I don't really care what people think about me. I am who I am.
RP Example:
Bo tied the last knot on his shoe and stood up, grabbing his water bottle. He bounced a few times on the balls of his feet before starting off, looking around at the campus as he ran. The sun beat down upon him, causing sweat to drip down the back of his neck.
It was a gorgeous day: The sky was a bright, clear blue, and the flowers were glistening from the rain they had gotten during the night. Bo loved the feeling of the road under his feet, the condensation from his water bottle dripping down his hand onto his wrist, and the rhythmic thumping of his sneakers on the pavement.
When Bo crashed back into his dorm room, he was soaking wet (he had poured the remainder of his water over his own head) and his heart was pounding in his chest. He tossed his empty water bottle onto his bed and slumped down in a chair to rest. He heard a crunching noise underneath him and groaned.
"Too tired to find out what it was," he mumbled, catching his breath. Finally, he forced himself to move and pulled a crumpled piece of paper out from under himself. Reading it over, he groaned again, for it was a note from his roommate telling him that he would have the dorm to himself tonight. "Who's he sleazing tonight?" Bo grimaced.
