Post by rudiehall on Aug 6, 2006 18:33:53 GMT 10
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Student's Name: Rudie Hall
Student's Age: 16
Student's Grade: Year 11
Student's Career Path: Writer
registration
Description of Character: [at least two paragraphs]
Physically, he stands at 5 foot, 6 inches. Pale skinned, blue eyed and with a brunette faux hawk, Rudie is a far cry from "tall, dark and handsome. Converses seem to be his trademark, normally worn with a pair of tight-ish jeans in winter and baggy board shorts in the summer. His shirts are normally plain, closer to tight but he'll go for baggy once in awhile. While the fashion statement may be unusual, he's gone with it for years and it isn't going to change soon.
Rudie is heavily into writing and literature, and aspires to be an author one day. He plays bass guitar, and sports heroes such as The Clash, The Living End and Green Day. He's been known to go horse riding every once in awhile, but nothing serious.
Personality of Character: [at least three paragraphs]
At first glance, Rudie is quiet and shy, and never one to trust easily. However, below the surface he is much more.
When first meeting someone, or when he is new to a place he says little. He's an observer, watching in from the outside until he's ready to come in.
Once you've made a friend with him, you're practically bound to have a friend for life, unless you do something to break that oh-so carefully earned trust. The boy who used to be silent, who you'd need to coax to get some words out seems to have disappeared. He's active, always up for a conversation or a bit of fun. You could trust him with your life; he'd never whisper a word of a secret to anyone else.
When it comes to large groups, it can be hard to judge how he'll act. If it's a group of people he knows fairly well, he'll be out there, not sticking in the background. If it's his group of friends, the ones he's formed a close bond with then he's practically the life of the party (by his standards, anyway). Yet, if there's only a couple of people he knows, he's a wallflower, backed into 'Observer' mode.
Sample Role Play: [at least five decent paragraphs]
His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, a light jacket over his baggy red shirt, offering little protection from the wind. He shivered slightly, glancing into the window of the shopping centre he was passing. "Too packed," he thought, carrying on along the lonely street.
Rain began to fall down, splashing down onto the pavement and soaking the 16 year olds clothes. Widening his eyes, he ducked into a small, nearly deserted coffee shop.
"Better than before, at least."
He sat down near the back, closing his eyes. The odd murmur from one of the patrons and the sound of beating rain greeted him, and a slight smile formed on his lips. Winter had always been his favourite season; you'd never get a scene like this in summer. The boy jumped slightly, opening his eyes as he heard the clearing of someone's throat nearby him.
A pink tinge appeared on his cheeks as he realised it was the waiter.
"Uh, just a hot chocolate, thanks," he mumbled quietly, slightly embarrassed. He'd never been a people person, or at least not if he knew them. His brother on the other hand – the life of the party, never had a problem with making friends. They seemed to be complete opposite ends of the scale. Rudie had a small group of close friends; his brother had a large group, probably about half the kids in his year. Hard to believe they were related. Heck, they didn't even look the same. Rudie took after his mother while his brother was more like his father.
The waiter delivered his drink, and he handed over a few dollars, still deep in thought. His father – one curve in the road in 20 kilometres, and he missed it. His mother had fallen into depression, and couldn't handle taking care of two kids on her own. His brother, a few years older, had moved out, gotten a place of his own. Meanwhile, Rudie had been sent to a boarding school, a three-hour drive from his hometown. Shaking his head slightly, he forced himself not to think about it. Some things were better left alone, he always figured. Glancing outside and noticing the rain had stopped, he stood up and walked outside, back into a lonely life in a lonely world.
Student's Name: Rudie Hall
Student's Age: 16
Student's Grade: Year 11
Student's Career Path: Writer
registration
Description of Character: [at least two paragraphs]
Physically, he stands at 5 foot, 6 inches. Pale skinned, blue eyed and with a brunette faux hawk, Rudie is a far cry from "tall, dark and handsome. Converses seem to be his trademark, normally worn with a pair of tight-ish jeans in winter and baggy board shorts in the summer. His shirts are normally plain, closer to tight but he'll go for baggy once in awhile. While the fashion statement may be unusual, he's gone with it for years and it isn't going to change soon.
Rudie is heavily into writing and literature, and aspires to be an author one day. He plays bass guitar, and sports heroes such as The Clash, The Living End and Green Day. He's been known to go horse riding every once in awhile, but nothing serious.
Personality of Character: [at least three paragraphs]
At first glance, Rudie is quiet and shy, and never one to trust easily. However, below the surface he is much more.
When first meeting someone, or when he is new to a place he says little. He's an observer, watching in from the outside until he's ready to come in.
Once you've made a friend with him, you're practically bound to have a friend for life, unless you do something to break that oh-so carefully earned trust. The boy who used to be silent, who you'd need to coax to get some words out seems to have disappeared. He's active, always up for a conversation or a bit of fun. You could trust him with your life; he'd never whisper a word of a secret to anyone else.
When it comes to large groups, it can be hard to judge how he'll act. If it's a group of people he knows fairly well, he'll be out there, not sticking in the background. If it's his group of friends, the ones he's formed a close bond with then he's practically the life of the party (by his standards, anyway). Yet, if there's only a couple of people he knows, he's a wallflower, backed into 'Observer' mode.
Sample Role Play: [at least five decent paragraphs]
His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, a light jacket over his baggy red shirt, offering little protection from the wind. He shivered slightly, glancing into the window of the shopping centre he was passing. "Too packed," he thought, carrying on along the lonely street.
Rain began to fall down, splashing down onto the pavement and soaking the 16 year olds clothes. Widening his eyes, he ducked into a small, nearly deserted coffee shop.
"Better than before, at least."
He sat down near the back, closing his eyes. The odd murmur from one of the patrons and the sound of beating rain greeted him, and a slight smile formed on his lips. Winter had always been his favourite season; you'd never get a scene like this in summer. The boy jumped slightly, opening his eyes as he heard the clearing of someone's throat nearby him.
A pink tinge appeared on his cheeks as he realised it was the waiter.
"Uh, just a hot chocolate, thanks," he mumbled quietly, slightly embarrassed. He'd never been a people person, or at least not if he knew them. His brother on the other hand – the life of the party, never had a problem with making friends. They seemed to be complete opposite ends of the scale. Rudie had a small group of close friends; his brother had a large group, probably about half the kids in his year. Hard to believe they were related. Heck, they didn't even look the same. Rudie took after his mother while his brother was more like his father.
The waiter delivered his drink, and he handed over a few dollars, still deep in thought. His father – one curve in the road in 20 kilometres, and he missed it. His mother had fallen into depression, and couldn't handle taking care of two kids on her own. His brother, a few years older, had moved out, gotten a place of his own. Meanwhile, Rudie had been sent to a boarding school, a three-hour drive from his hometown. Shaking his head slightly, he forced himself not to think about it. Some things were better left alone, he always figured. Glancing outside and noticing the rain had stopped, he stood up and walked outside, back into a lonely life in a lonely world.