Post by Wayde Manfield on May 19, 2007 14:33:46 GMT -5
About You
Name/Online Alias: Melissa
Age: 16
Contact Information: PM
Character
Name: Wayde Manfield
Nicknames: ...none...
Gender: He happens to be male
Age: 17
Parents: Marlee Manfield. Father is unknown.
Siblings: None.
Student or Professor: Student
Birthday: 12th April
Appearance: Wayde has dark hair which he enjoys turning a charcoal black and spiking it up. Although sometimes he believes his natural colour is what looks best and since he only uses a type of wash in, wash out dye, he can often achieve a different hair colour. His eyes are dark brown and usually a trace of eyeliner can be spied undernieth them. He has very defined cheekbones and is of a slim build. Wayde likes his appearance somewhat but in other ways wonders if it would help to gain weight, or height. He's not the tallest of boys in his years, not that he's tiny however.
Sometimes he feels insecure about the way he looks, other times arrogant. He has a unique style of about the late eightees, usually seen wearing a bandana, with jeans - not drain pipes and a jacket. He's not in with fashion too much and his style can often change. Sometimes he can be punkish.
But at all times he tries to portray a bad boy image.
Portrayed By: John Christopher Depp the *adds number*, aka Johnny Depp.
Picture:
Personality: Wayde is as confusing as Wayde is. On the outside, he’s cold. On the outside, he’s honest and harsh. On the outside, he’s unafraid of what people think of him. On the outside, he’s fearless.
On the inside, he’s afraid, insecure and hurt. He’s secretly romantic, wishing to find his own special princess which he could love and hold. He wishes he could ask for a tutor to help him with his grades, but if he did that he’d only get tortured. Or so he believes. He doesn't have the guts to ask a girl out in fear of being rejected and humiliated.
He’s a sensitive boy who acts as though he’s not. He doesn’t put up with when people diss him and usually end up thumping them or pushing them, or playing a childish prank on them.
He craves a person to understand him, and to accept him. He feels lonely but tries to portray a person who’s not lonely, a person who’s confident and feeling free and happy.
He likes to insult people who he doesn’t really know but who he’s heard things about. Or he'll make up something about them. He's your average bully.
Saying he’s really a nice boy would just be a lie. He’s not a nice boy. He’s a boy who doesn't want to be nice. He's full of hatred and anger and jealousy at the world and people who are better off than him. So he wants to get back at them. Although he dislikes his reputation of being a bully, he doesn't believe that he could put it behind him. His reputation is a security blanket for him.
He’s a dreamer but too afraid to live out his dreams because of what could happen, or how people would treat him, how they’d reject him.
He’s easily manipulated and in a way, naïve. If people found out his weakness, that he really is insecure and how he wishes to fit in and find friends who care and so on, they could really take advantage of him. But then again, he enjoys manipulating others too through fear.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Wayde likes a mixture of things. The best thing in the world he likes is when people believe in him. He hasn’t had a person say to him ‘you can do it’. Most people give up on him. He would love to hear the words ‘I’m proud of you’. But that doesn’t happen, at least not in his world.
He enjoys swimming. He sees it as a time when he can just strip down to his mere trunks and breathe. It’s like a place where everyone would be judging him, checking him out or scowling at his lean form, yet he felt like no one was judging him. That only the water was.
He likes hanging around with his friends. His friends are like his rock and he gets easily attached to people, like his friends. Or at least his best ones. They’re the ones he feels he can relate to most or at least the ones who understand him.
[x] Underrated things
[x] Junk food
[x] Movies
[x] Music
[x] Playing the guitar
[x] Punch bags (both human and actual punch bags)
Dislikes-
[X] Juvvie hall
[x] His father, despite never meeting him
[x] Rejection he faces from people
[x] His reputation
[x] True love because he can’t find it
[x] Childrens cartoons
[x] Drugs despite the fact that he deals in them.
[x] Preps
[x] Overrated things
[x] Lack of hope
Hobbies:
Wayde likes to participate in working out. He enjoys spending time down the gym, to give him physical strength. With this strength, he enjoys to see others in pain. He calls it his art. He takes pleasure in watching others suffer, because he sees it as a more interesting picture. And it gives him relief and forces his own pain and lonliness upon them.
He does like playing Basketball but doesn't much because people don't like playing with him.
His biggest passion, hobbie and obsession in life is music and playing his guitar. He lives for his guitar and the soulful tunes which draft out of it.
History: Alcohol does a lot for a person. With some people it makes them get really really happy. It makes them find the most hideous people attractive. Or it could make them fall to the floor in mounds of tears because they forgot how to tie their shoe. The effects of alcohol didn’t really concern Marlee Brandmoore however. She was one of those people who became happy, who would dance and feel free and loved by all who was around her. One thing which did happen to her however was one of the worst things which could happen when you’re drunk. She had the inability to say no. So when she woke up one morning in 1989, it wasn’t a surprise for her to be in bed next to a naked man. His hair was dark brown and shoulder length. He was one of the boys which everyone and anyone could confirm to be… a disgusting bad boy. The smell of smoke embraced the room and she knew automatically what had happened. They had ‘made love’ as her mother put it. But it was not love, it was a one night stand, and within five minutes, Marlee was out that door. Without leaving a note. Without saying goodbye.
And her life continued as normal. At least until a few months later. The eighteen year old prom queen found out she was pregnant. And so Wayde came along.
Her son was born on April 12th, 1990. His hair was dark. His eyes were brown. He was the average size baby. And her angel.
Marlee struggled between jobs and bringing up her boy. He proved to have a troublesome side to him. At seven old, he was sent home for pushing a boy over. The school automatically gave him the reputation of being bad and stupid. Their lack of effort with him and confidence turned him so. But he was just an innocent child, without a father.
Marlee tried her hardest to keep Wayde under control and to keep his grades up, but by the time he reached high school he was having none of it. He was known as a failure by teachers because he couldn’t understand Pythagoras or why commas were put into sentences. And when he asked for help, they thought he was just taking the piss out of them. He wasn’t.
Wayde hadn’t done much wrong apart from getting involved in a few fights and being intimidating to some students. That was until a month before his seventeenth birthday.
He was thrust into a fight and he used a blade against the boy, cutting his side. Although the wound was superficial and not a one which would affect the boy in the future, Wayde was still thrown into Juvenile Hall. His past record was put against him.
He remained inside for a while. He remained inside and became colder to the world, a dark hatred casting over himself. Though he would sit on his bed and dream of a better day, a better life, a better future.
A few month later he got out. The looks he received from people who knew where he had been were not as he expected. Colder. Now him being a failure was not just a rumour but it was truth. He realised that he’d have to fight against a reputation to get to a better place. So Wayde tried to help people out. But that didn’t work, they just questioned as to why he’d be helpful. So he said screw it and took the fast path. He began dealing in dope, secretly. And his street life took to a higher level. He wouldn’t stay in and watch a movie with his mom. He’d stay out all night, hanging around, partying, drinking, meeting girls, causing trouble etc.
Other: na
RP Example: He needed a fix. Mecardo had sucessful remained clean for two months now, after a stinch in rehab. And at first he was okay, too tired, too shocked to argue. Once his body got used to the lack of drugs, he began to feel better and better. He began to occupy himself with stuff such as soccer. A lot of soccer. But now, as the time moved on, the intsy feeling slowly creeped back through his veins. The temptations as he watched his fellow classmates wander down the halls, with suspicious looks in their eyes as they went to shoot up. He wanted to join them. Fear of becoming addicted again, and again stopped him. But at night, when he looked down on his fading track lines, and when he observed his new, more complete weight, he wondered, what was it all for?
If he was to die one day, why spend his living years in a boring void? Why not spend them in a dream? And the continious nightmares of how he got money, of how perverted men would come to him with slavvery looks in their eyes and desperate coins, their mouths wanting something of his. It sickened him. But it was risky and when his precious smack was running through his broken veins, he felt no guilt, no fear and no ashamedness. It was all blocked out in a dream, a nod...
Mecardo made his way through the corridors, searching for somewhere to do something. Something he didn't know what. Whether to walk and walk and think and think. To sit and mope, sleep or attempt some sort of mindless activity, he knew none. All he knew was, he must do something to keep himself busy, and untempted from his own demons.
Mecardo opened a door and heard a voice drift out from it. Curiosity striked over him as he approached the girl. He was silent, watching her as if he had not seen a live performer. He watched intrugied, with a small smile darting over his face. "Hello. You have an interesting voice." Mecardo commented.
Name/Online Alias: Melissa
Age: 16
Contact Information: PM
Character
Name: Wayde Manfield
Nicknames: ...none...
Gender: He happens to be male
Age: 17
Parents: Marlee Manfield. Father is unknown.
Siblings: None.
Student or Professor: Student
Birthday: 12th April
Appearance: Wayde has dark hair which he enjoys turning a charcoal black and spiking it up. Although sometimes he believes his natural colour is what looks best and since he only uses a type of wash in, wash out dye, he can often achieve a different hair colour. His eyes are dark brown and usually a trace of eyeliner can be spied undernieth them. He has very defined cheekbones and is of a slim build. Wayde likes his appearance somewhat but in other ways wonders if it would help to gain weight, or height. He's not the tallest of boys in his years, not that he's tiny however.
Sometimes he feels insecure about the way he looks, other times arrogant. He has a unique style of about the late eightees, usually seen wearing a bandana, with jeans - not drain pipes and a jacket. He's not in with fashion too much and his style can often change. Sometimes he can be punkish.
But at all times he tries to portray a bad boy image.
Portrayed By: John Christopher Depp the *adds number*, aka Johnny Depp.
Picture:
Personality: Wayde is as confusing as Wayde is. On the outside, he’s cold. On the outside, he’s honest and harsh. On the outside, he’s unafraid of what people think of him. On the outside, he’s fearless.
On the inside, he’s afraid, insecure and hurt. He’s secretly romantic, wishing to find his own special princess which he could love and hold. He wishes he could ask for a tutor to help him with his grades, but if he did that he’d only get tortured. Or so he believes. He doesn't have the guts to ask a girl out in fear of being rejected and humiliated.
He’s a sensitive boy who acts as though he’s not. He doesn’t put up with when people diss him and usually end up thumping them or pushing them, or playing a childish prank on them.
He craves a person to understand him, and to accept him. He feels lonely but tries to portray a person who’s not lonely, a person who’s confident and feeling free and happy.
He likes to insult people who he doesn’t really know but who he’s heard things about. Or he'll make up something about them. He's your average bully.
Saying he’s really a nice boy would just be a lie. He’s not a nice boy. He’s a boy who doesn't want to be nice. He's full of hatred and anger and jealousy at the world and people who are better off than him. So he wants to get back at them. Although he dislikes his reputation of being a bully, he doesn't believe that he could put it behind him. His reputation is a security blanket for him.
He’s a dreamer but too afraid to live out his dreams because of what could happen, or how people would treat him, how they’d reject him.
He’s easily manipulated and in a way, naïve. If people found out his weakness, that he really is insecure and how he wishes to fit in and find friends who care and so on, they could really take advantage of him. But then again, he enjoys manipulating others too through fear.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Wayde likes a mixture of things. The best thing in the world he likes is when people believe in him. He hasn’t had a person say to him ‘you can do it’. Most people give up on him. He would love to hear the words ‘I’m proud of you’. But that doesn’t happen, at least not in his world.
He enjoys swimming. He sees it as a time when he can just strip down to his mere trunks and breathe. It’s like a place where everyone would be judging him, checking him out or scowling at his lean form, yet he felt like no one was judging him. That only the water was.
He likes hanging around with his friends. His friends are like his rock and he gets easily attached to people, like his friends. Or at least his best ones. They’re the ones he feels he can relate to most or at least the ones who understand him.
[x] Underrated things
[x] Junk food
[x] Movies
[x] Music
[x] Playing the guitar
[x] Punch bags (both human and actual punch bags)
Dislikes-
[X] Juvvie hall
[x] His father, despite never meeting him
[x] Rejection he faces from people
[x] His reputation
[x] True love because he can’t find it
[x] Childrens cartoons
[x] Drugs despite the fact that he deals in them.
[x] Preps
[x] Overrated things
[x] Lack of hope
Hobbies:
Wayde likes to participate in working out. He enjoys spending time down the gym, to give him physical strength. With this strength, he enjoys to see others in pain. He calls it his art. He takes pleasure in watching others suffer, because he sees it as a more interesting picture. And it gives him relief and forces his own pain and lonliness upon them.
He does like playing Basketball but doesn't much because people don't like playing with him.
His biggest passion, hobbie and obsession in life is music and playing his guitar. He lives for his guitar and the soulful tunes which draft out of it.
History: Alcohol does a lot for a person. With some people it makes them get really really happy. It makes them find the most hideous people attractive. Or it could make them fall to the floor in mounds of tears because they forgot how to tie their shoe. The effects of alcohol didn’t really concern Marlee Brandmoore however. She was one of those people who became happy, who would dance and feel free and loved by all who was around her. One thing which did happen to her however was one of the worst things which could happen when you’re drunk. She had the inability to say no. So when she woke up one morning in 1989, it wasn’t a surprise for her to be in bed next to a naked man. His hair was dark brown and shoulder length. He was one of the boys which everyone and anyone could confirm to be… a disgusting bad boy. The smell of smoke embraced the room and she knew automatically what had happened. They had ‘made love’ as her mother put it. But it was not love, it was a one night stand, and within five minutes, Marlee was out that door. Without leaving a note. Without saying goodbye.
And her life continued as normal. At least until a few months later. The eighteen year old prom queen found out she was pregnant. And so Wayde came along.
Her son was born on April 12th, 1990. His hair was dark. His eyes were brown. He was the average size baby. And her angel.
Marlee struggled between jobs and bringing up her boy. He proved to have a troublesome side to him. At seven old, he was sent home for pushing a boy over. The school automatically gave him the reputation of being bad and stupid. Their lack of effort with him and confidence turned him so. But he was just an innocent child, without a father.
Marlee tried her hardest to keep Wayde under control and to keep his grades up, but by the time he reached high school he was having none of it. He was known as a failure by teachers because he couldn’t understand Pythagoras or why commas were put into sentences. And when he asked for help, they thought he was just taking the piss out of them. He wasn’t.
Wayde hadn’t done much wrong apart from getting involved in a few fights and being intimidating to some students. That was until a month before his seventeenth birthday.
He was thrust into a fight and he used a blade against the boy, cutting his side. Although the wound was superficial and not a one which would affect the boy in the future, Wayde was still thrown into Juvenile Hall. His past record was put against him.
He remained inside for a while. He remained inside and became colder to the world, a dark hatred casting over himself. Though he would sit on his bed and dream of a better day, a better life, a better future.
A few month later he got out. The looks he received from people who knew where he had been were not as he expected. Colder. Now him being a failure was not just a rumour but it was truth. He realised that he’d have to fight against a reputation to get to a better place. So Wayde tried to help people out. But that didn’t work, they just questioned as to why he’d be helpful. So he said screw it and took the fast path. He began dealing in dope, secretly. And his street life took to a higher level. He wouldn’t stay in and watch a movie with his mom. He’d stay out all night, hanging around, partying, drinking, meeting girls, causing trouble etc.
Other: na
RP Example: He needed a fix. Mecardo had sucessful remained clean for two months now, after a stinch in rehab. And at first he was okay, too tired, too shocked to argue. Once his body got used to the lack of drugs, he began to feel better and better. He began to occupy himself with stuff such as soccer. A lot of soccer. But now, as the time moved on, the intsy feeling slowly creeped back through his veins. The temptations as he watched his fellow classmates wander down the halls, with suspicious looks in their eyes as they went to shoot up. He wanted to join them. Fear of becoming addicted again, and again stopped him. But at night, when he looked down on his fading track lines, and when he observed his new, more complete weight, he wondered, what was it all for?
If he was to die one day, why spend his living years in a boring void? Why not spend them in a dream? And the continious nightmares of how he got money, of how perverted men would come to him with slavvery looks in their eyes and desperate coins, their mouths wanting something of his. It sickened him. But it was risky and when his precious smack was running through his broken veins, he felt no guilt, no fear and no ashamedness. It was all blocked out in a dream, a nod...
Mecardo made his way through the corridors, searching for somewhere to do something. Something he didn't know what. Whether to walk and walk and think and think. To sit and mope, sleep or attempt some sort of mindless activity, he knew none. All he knew was, he must do something to keep himself busy, and untempted from his own demons.
Mecardo opened a door and heard a voice drift out from it. Curiosity striked over him as he approached the girl. He was silent, watching her as if he had not seen a live performer. He watched intrugied, with a small smile darting over his face. "Hello. You have an interesting voice." Mecardo commented.
