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Title: Kasper, Kail


Kail Kasper - August 29, 2007 06:01 PM (GMT)
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    ;; FULL NAME: Kail Kasper
    ;; AGE: 16
    ;; GENDER: Male
    ;; GRADE LEVEL: Sophomore - Highschool
    ;; DAY STUDENT / BOARDER: Boarder
    ;; MAJOR & MINOR:
    ;; CLIQUE: Dork/Nerd sorta clique…


    ;; APPERANCE: Kail is no jock. Nor could he be considered to have the most masculine appearance. If anything, his features could be described as soft and gentle rather than rough and tough. He's not really the type of boy who you could fear if you looked at him either.

    Kail is skinny and of the height of about 5'6/7, which isn't entirely tall, he also has broad shoulders. In appearance, he's everything which his father did not want. He has blue eyes and blonde hair. His hair usually in a style which his father would like to refer to as 'gay'.

    Usually one will see Kail with a bright smile upon his thin lips. He almost forces himself to smile. He thinks smiles are the best expression a person can have. It makes the person look inviting and warm. And Kail doesn't want to scare people away, so he usually smiles. Also the smile is a defense mechanism for when he's feeling unhappy. He hides his feelings behind his smile, except for when he's alone. He doesn't have the greatest tan in the world but then again he doesn't always spend so much time in the sun and when he does, he has factor 50 slavered over his body. He hates being sunburnt, because usually he does burn and go all red and then he peels and not only is it painful, it's also gross. And so, Kail avoids getting a tan.

    Usually Kail wears casual clothes such as jeans. However, when with the right friends, he will go all out and dress crazy. He's not terribly concerned about how people view him. Unless they're going to hurt him, then he's concerned. And like everyone else in the world, he believes he has a God awful nose. Kail has a thing with noses, believing them to be disgusting. It's like no one in the world has the perfect nose, that they're all vulgar things to have.

    Sometimes Kail wishes he was more butch and stronger, like jock type. But that's only when he's sick of his dad's nagging and bullying. Generally, he doesn't mind his appearance too much and believes that he's not terribly misfortunate. However on other days, he wants to tear his face off and become like that guy in Hannibal. It really depends on the day as to whether he likes how he looks. Kail does like his eyes though. His appearance, described by a girl one time, was floppy blonde with blue eyes.

    ;; CELEBRITY: Jonathan Brandis
    ;; HEIGHT: 5’6/7
    ;; HAIR COLOR: Blonde
    ;; EYE COLOR: Blue
    ;; BUILD: Slim
    ;; CLOTHING STYLE: As previously mentioned, Kail will usually wear casual clothing, such as jeans and a shirt. However there are days when he can go all out and wear monsterous costumes of monsterous colours and fashions, depending on who he's with, or the situation. Kail does go to quite a lot of comic conventions and when he does that, then some people may not wish to be seen with him. He dresses up as comic villians or heroes, and generally had a good time with his friends. But back to casual wear. Kail doesn't believe he has much of a fashion, just general wear. He doesn't really go out to define himself as emo or prep or anything else, he's just Kail and Kail is whatever Kail wants to wear.

    ;; PERSONALITY: Kail is a dork. He likes doing stuff that others would be concerned to do due to their reputation. For example, Kail takes great pride in snorting. It's more of a habit than his than something he does purposefully. He snorts when he laughs mostly, which consequently causes him to laugh more, which causes him to snort more.

    Kail is friendly and doesn't seem to grasp the concept of the cliques. He doesn't realise that he can't go up and talk to a popular. He's sort of oblivious to it all, in his own world and dream. And so he'll try and make friends with anyone and everyone, no matter what they look like. Unless they're scary and mean to him, and then he'll just try and avoid them.

    He's a clown with a goofy sense of humour. He enjoys hanging around his friends and being happy. A lot of the time he will just act happy even if he's not happy. So it's hard to tell when he's unhappy. He does this to avoid people's questions and avoid them from getting to really know him. But to be fair, he doesn't really know him. He's a teenager, his hormones are raging and he's constantly changing and progressing, so how can anyone know him when he doesn't even know himself? His hair is always growing, and his voice is gradually getting deeper. As far as he's concerned, it's iimpossible to know him, you can only know one side of him, which will probably change anyways.

    He's not really as confident as his happy persona implies, but instead he's rather insecure about things in his life, mainly because of his father. Often, growing up, teenagers are pressurised by their peers to have sex. But in Kail's situation, the person who's pressurised him most is his father. The fact that his son's still a virgin just aggrivates him. It makes him wonder if he's gay. That's not the case though, Kail just isn't ready and he hasn't met the right girl. He finds it hard to resist the pressure, that maybe if he did loose it, his father would like him just as much as he does Martin (his younger brother). But he's past the days of trying to impress his father.

    Kail doesn't really like to commit crimes. The small crimes in life, such as drinking underaged, he will do. But other things, like stealing from shops and stuff, he doesn't do. He wont do. He gets scared enough when he has to talk to the principal so talking to the police would just make him cry. And he doesn't like to cry.

    Another thing about Kail, he doesn't like confrontation. If there's an arguement going on in a classroom, Kail wont be the one argueing, he'll be the one sitting in the corner, destracting himself with either his work or with a recent joke which he heard. And if someone starts on him, who just wants a fight, he'll back down. He hated physcial fights, so he tries to keep away from them.

    ;; HISTORY: Nine months before Kail was born, his mother had an affair with his fathers best friend. She became pregnant with her second child. Although she knew about this and was really happy that she was going to have another child, she was also really scared of telling his father, Nicholas, that Kail wasn't actually his. And so she covered this fact up for a while, and everyone just believed the new baby to be the new edition to the family. Kail was born on March 11th, at 11.46pm. And his mother couldn't be happier. Although his dad was confused, Kail had blue eyes, he had brown and Kail's mom had green, but he simply shrugged that off. It didn't mean much right?

    And so the family lived happy for a few years, along with Kail's older sister, Alice. His father was a loving man, a bit of a control freak, but still loving. He tried to make Kail play soccer and stuff with the other children, and like many kids, he did, he got involved with kids, he was a happy child growing up, attending school. Although he did have quite a hard time during school. His teachers focused on the other kids more who got the best grades, rather than Kail, whom could be a little bit slow at picking stuff like Math up. He was a shy child when it came to adults really though.

    When Kail turned eight, Hell knocked on the door. His father's old friend came to visit. By this point, Kail's dad had already noticed how little he looked like his son. He was big and broad, with a good strong build. Kail was skinny. So when his friend turned up, it was as if everything had become clear, to everyone. It was simple. Kail's father was not his father and instead, this man, this stranger, was. Naturally, fists were thrown, arguements occured and Kail sat and cried, being hugged by his older sister as they witnessed the brawl. Also, by this point, his younger brother, Martin, was born and he was five years old. During the arguements, he was upstairs watching a movie.

    Somehow the parents managed to resolve it but things were never the same, at least not between Kail and his dad. At first, his dad just became distant with him. He wouldn't hug him like he used to. It was as if Kail was a constant reminder of what his mom had done and whom she done it with. When he turned about 10, his father often found the need to insult and put him down, and although this upset Kail a lot, he dealt with it.

    When he turned fourteen, obviously insults were not enough for his dad and he began to hit Kail. His mom or sister or younger brother never knew. His mom believed that the bruises he got were coming from the children at school. So one day Kail was on the internet, searching for a boarding school and he found Ocean View High. He convinced his mom to let him go and his father just went with it, so for his sophomore year, he joined the school and escaped his dad's fists.

    Although this did effect him, making him a bit insecure and frightened of people and things, he learnt to hide it. He found that if you hide things, then maybe they can disapear. If he hid a bruise, it would disapear with time and so he can hide his emotions behind a smile and the bad ones would disapear.
    ;; ANYTHING ELSE?Indeed. Profile sort of sucks, I can probably improve it if it's not good enough so, no biggie. :)

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    ;; NAME: Melissa
    ;; AGE: sixteen
    ;; TIME ZONE: GMT – That’s right for England, right?
    ;; FORMS OF CONTACT: PM, or msn. PM me for msn addy.
    ;; WHERE DID YOU FIND US? My site, Oceans View Academy.
    ;; SAMPLE RP:
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Indiana had been sitting in the front entrance of the dorms as young Mitchel had started his journey. Indiana had caught sight of him and had been following him ever since, lurking in the shadows at every pause, his frame fading flat against the nearest wall. There was something about Mitchel which caught Indiana's stomach, something about him which uniquely intrigued him, something he set out to discover. With his camera hidden in the pocket of his jacket, a soft smirk lined his lips.

It was as if the beams of Heaven were shining down on him. Mitchel had made his way into the alleyway. Behind him, Indiana stalked, sleekly like a lion or a panther, eying up its prey. His steps silent, his mind clear, his eyes intense. When moving to America, he had promised his mother that behavior like this would stop, that he'd become good, but he couldn't resist it. It was as if asking a tiger to sit. It didn't work. He blinked in the darkness, taking in his surroundings. It was safe to show himself, it was safe to approach. He could get a clean run, like an airplane and a runway.

The smirk upon Indiana's face increased and as the boy turned around, Indiana did not hide away. He advanced upon Mitchel, uncaring of who was watching, uncaring of Mitchel's feelings, totally uncaring. It was time for a new portrait, and the idea of blood mixed within his hair and bruises lining his face, it was too exciting to hold in. This was what Indiana done it for, the excitement. It was like sex in another form. It fueled him of glory and power. It gave him such a buzz that nothing else could give. His heart race increased, his footsteps getting faster as he gained upon him. It was like nearing the finishing line of a race. One last lap. Sometimes it could feel overwhelming what he was doing, tonight was one of them. He stopped for a moment and gasped at the air, allowing it to circulate around his blood, a tingle playing tennis in his stomach.

The closer he got, the more the excitement grew. He licked his lips in a somewhat sexual manner. The finishing product was more than he could handle. He would display it upon his wall until he made a new one. And then it would go with the rest of his art work, in boxes. Or it would go home. He sent the abstract ones home so his mother wouldn't click that they were of people, people hurting. She actually liked his art work, the art work which he let her see.

Finally, with his target footsteps away, Indiana reached out his hand and gripped at the boy's hair, jerking him closer to him and then pushing him to the ground. If he could get them to the ground, then they were his.


Admin[Haley] - August 29, 2007 06:57 PM (GMT)
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