WALLBORO, gabe seth

[gabe seth wallboro]

so impossible as they
may seem, you've got
to fight for every dream

your name:Sabrina
your age: -
your roleplay level:
intermidiate-advance [depends on my muse]
your average roleplay post length:
3+ paragraphs also depends on my muse and what the person gives me
your activity level:
Everyday and everytime I’m on
where you found us:
Roleplaying Game-Directory

'cause who's to know which
one you let go would have
made you complete

full name: Gabe Seth Wallboro
birthday: Janurary 30th, 1990
age: 17
birthplace: Mimsy Alabama
parents:
Manny Wallboro, fourty-nine, accountant
Star Wallboro, fourty-five, stay at home mother.
siblings:
wallboro, _____ _____ ;; eighteeen, senior
wallboro, _____ _____ ;; fifteen, sophomore
wallboro, _____ _____ ;; fourteen, sophomore
grade: Junior

eye color: Gabe’s eye are a micture ice blue, grey, and pale green and the hue varies between emotions.
hair: Gabe’s hair is dark brown slightly in the black side. Its cut in a typically scenester emo look with a cute bang and his hair ends in the middle of his neck.
body shape: Gabe has a slender body frame like any normal boy but not because he has an eating disorder.
height: Gabe’s around five foot ten.
weight: Gee, I don’t know the average weight for a male that size. Sorry about that.
piercings: He has snake bites on his bottom lip but instead of hoops, he puts studs.
tattoos: He has none, yet but thinking about one in the near future.
other: He has a fair skin with little or no freckles but is prone to flushing and blushing a lot. He wears square black rim glasses when he is reading.
polaroid:

likes:
Gabe’s major like is photography. Hes not only a camerawhore but he adores taking other’s photos also. His other likes is music, obviousily but he likes underground and indie mostly. He likes exploring new stuff and places. He likes knowing quotes and random facts so he usually drops them in normal conversations. Reading is another love of his, shocking enough guys his age are usually skateboarding and he is inside reading. He perfers classic authors like Poe and Emily Dickerson over mainstream authors. Superheroes is his major fetish and collecting comic books is his other fetish. Oparah to him is god, like to anyone. Eatin is a major love.
dislikes:
Gabe loathes low self esteem people with a passion. He thinks they are just attention seekers whining about how they are too ugly or fat when they aren’t. Mainstream authors who can’t write shit annoy the heck out of him. Meeting new people scares him, greatly. Small talk makes him paranoid and edgy. Mainstream bands that have pretty boy singers who whine about basically everything annoy him. People who are camera shy which causes him to beg and motivate the person. Liars, drama, posers, labels, et citeria that other people dislikes. He dislikes healthy food, sadly.
life goals:
He wants to go to college and major in photography. To do that he wants to gradurate highschool. After college he wants to be part of a modeling agency. Before he dies he wants to visit different countries around the world and be in two places at once. He isn’t really sure about marriage and stuff like that yet.
personality:
Gabe’s terribley shy and soft spoken around new people so it’s a burden for him to meet new people hence why he has a small group of friends so he isn’t a loner entirly. He isn’t much social as you can tell so he goes to a party once in a blue moon and that’s because his friends drag him. Even after you meet he is soft spoken but that’s how he rolls. With girls who aren’t friends, he is a red faced mess who can’t make a complete sentence for his life. He gets along with his family even though hes the odd one of them. Hiss imagination is kind of big and he imagine everyday stuff comic-fied. Yet though his shyness and quirks Gabes still adventerous and always up for a risk or dare.

member title:behind these [eyes]
phrase from the rules:
{nicole edit}
roleplay sample:

“Pretty like an angel, that’s what she is.”
“Aheem it’s a boy not a girl,”
The boy’s mother said stepping in for infant baby boy defense who stared at the women. Of course the old ladies were sullen and silent when they were told that.

This is what Zackary ’Zack’ Knowles went though the early years of his life. He had some feminine features when he was a baby so it was hard to tell if he was male or female because of the unisexual clothes he wore back then. Plus, he had those thick full inky black eyelashes, high cheek bones and his heart-shaped face which girls usual have.

All of his six foot two self laid on the ground in the evergreen grass as he stared at the sapphire blue sky. The golden streaks of the sunrise and swirls of white clouds danced on the sky. His mind thought about the saying that the grass is greener of the other side was true or not. A flock of birds flew by making their annoying bird noise broke his thought. Zack was waiting for the yellow school bus to arrive. Yeah, Zack rode the public school bus to school because it’s so hardcore, duh.

He had his slender arms under his head as he rocked to the beat of ‘Jack and Jill’ by Warhol Crowd. It was a first-class song with awesome and deep lyrics that you had to listen closely to just like the band Bright Eyes. He was paying attention it from his hardcore cd player which was scarce for people to own since ‘iPod’ were invented.

His faded blue greenish now gray greenish hue eyes were slowly closing, the bright sky blocked out by the darkness of his close lids. A thin line of inky black and shiny sliver mascara was around his almond shaped eyes. Zack was wandering off to sleep right now but not for long because he heard the ranting ear bleeding sound of the school bus prehistoric engine which hauled to a stop a few yards away from his body.

He slowly got up and brushed off dirt from his torn and faded thrift jeans and evergreen colored grass from his storm grey shirt with a white and black design on it. It was an odd design, abstract is the right word.

His hand rubbed the auburn colored little stubble on his lower jaw line and neck as he waited for people to get on the bus. It took a while but the question you might be asking is why a seventeen you old riding the school bus to school; because his bike’s front tire was flat and he couldn’t find the tire pump. He finally climbed the steps and was in the bus aisle. Sir Zack could never sit in the front of the bus, to much nerds and wall flowers for him. The middle of the bus was occupied by okay people and the back was filled human waste and gangsters who taunt him because he liked guys and not girls like normal guys. He couldn’t care less because he ignored them but he decided to sit in the middle area, safe for him. A girl shifted and got out so he could sit in the area next to the window. Grey greenish eyes stared out the window into the slightly blue sky and the blurred tree’s the bus past.

Some people who were flip-flops in the dead of winter, Zack wore his Bose headphones around his neck. The teachers gave up telling him to take off because they kind of knew that it was well his ‘thing’. In the reflection of himself in the window, he noticed that his bleached brown freckles were more transparent day by day and being replaced by facial hair that he seemed to lazy to shave it off. His head shook his deadlock curls that reminded of the color of bricks that his school was made of. Brown and a hint of red which faded from the rosy apple red color he had when he was a baby.

Shaking of his wrist caused the thin dark metal bangles that danced on his thin wrist as he waited to arrive at school. Yeah, the boy was ‘thin’, that if he put his arm around his waist and his fingers had to touch his elbow he would have a lot of room. The boy was only a whooper hundred forty-five pounds’; which means he is unbelievable under weight for his height, at least.

Slender and long fingers touched his high cheek bones covered in the slightest, tiny bit of blush that he stole from his sister’s room the other night. Yeah, the boy wore make up and you know what he was proud of it. Gay pride was another thing he was proud of. Then his finger lingered on his ear lobe where a quarter-size black circle earrings that men in African tribes might have worn. That and the thin sliver hoop on his right eyebrow were his only piercing he had. Also he didn’t fancy body art; needles were a big no-no for him. It always made him faint.

Yes, he was listening to a mix tape or mixed cd. The song ‘Waste of Paint’ the acoustic version by the band Bright Eyes streamed through his headphones. He barely heard the lyrics that Conner said from the ruckus in the back of the bus. Reflex like he rolled his eyes in an annoyed way, a bad habit that he wished he didn’t have.

Zack’s own best friend left him for cheer leading in sixth grade didn’t backup him when her friends harassed him. He remembers when it was near Homecoming they asked him if he was going to the dance and that if he or his boyfriend was going to wear the gown. Ever since she left him, he had a small group of friends who were close. In other words, he was kind of like a loner. Wasn’t his fault because everyone thought he was a homosexual freak who looked like a girl.

His tongue that felt thick when he woke up slide over his front teeth. It slide over the chip from a soccer ball accident on his front tooth. His previous boyfriend thought it was adorable.

The bus halted to a stop at the high school building. It had bricks that were the same color as his hair, it had lovely ivory that climbed the wall and had the old fashioned windows. His eyes looked up at the sky when he got off the bus. How gloomily the sky looked now as the golden, white and blues of the sky was hidden behind big, depressing grey storm clouds. He knew it was an omen was yet to come. He signed as he waited to get in line of streaming people walking through the thick, metal doors to the courtyard. He final got his place in line and like ants they went into the courtyard.

He bumped into a sort of good looking guy and of course Zack looked down like the women from the Middle East that the news station plastered on the T.V. screens. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled to the guy who raised an eyebrow as Zack’s ears turned rose red. His voice was soft and raspy like an old record player that his great-grandparents might have heard during childhood. Walking a way from the boy of course with his face plastered with an amused smirk from the event.

Yeah Zack wasn’t afraid to show off his smarts but he knew his limits. He would lean into smartass mode when the time came. Yeah, he was a good listener, no wonder he was sweet like chocolate in chocolate covered strawberries. He could also be that tart part of the strawberry because of his over used sarcastic remarks he couldn’t stop. Funny feelings told him that he was going to get jumped from that. Another of his bad habits was stretching his words like he was whining like a five year old girl.

That was Zack for you.

[kylie morgan trent]

accepted .

welcome to flying without wings.