Post by kurtis on May 16, 2009 20:28:28 GMT -5
Kurtis Lablonde
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"this is what the birth certificate says. the basics, of course."
FULL NAME Kurtis Lablonde
NICKNAMES Kurt, Blondie, Sleeper
AGE 22
DATE OF BIRTH July 4th
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Bisexual – no preference
MEMBER GROUP Photographer
CANON OR ORIGNAL Original
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"the appearance is everything."
HEIGHT Five foot Eight Inches.
WEIGHT 160 pounds
BODY TYPE Built and heavily toned.
HAIR COLOR Dirty blond.
EYE COLOR Light blue.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES His pale blue eyes make his eyes almost look like they’ve been photo-edited even before the photos taken, and his amazing abs.
PLAY BY Rob Zombie
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"some say it's what's on the inside that counts."
LIKES music, photography, rebellion
DISLIKES politics, law enforcement, corrupt people
STRENGTHS taking breath-taking photos, staying strong in the worst situations, being reliable.
WEAKNESSES taking things to heart, taking his job home with him
HABITS/QUIRKS fiddling with his hair when he’s irritated, nibbling on his nails when he’s nervous or anxious, pointing dramatically when he’s super angry
FEARS being alone when he dies, not finding that special someone, losing sight of who he is
SECRETS kurt’s never really cared about anyone he’s ever been romantically involved with, he’s a bit of a pushover when it comes to someone he thinks is attractive
FULL PERSONALITY Kurt’s generally an all around good guy. He hangs around with some shady people and although he’s been pushed into doing things he’s not proud of he doesn’t try to do the wrong things. He doesn’t like the way society is heading and is one of those people that wants to do whatever is in their power to make a difference in the world, most of the time. There are days where he’s almost ready to give up on changing the world and would much rather be an insignificant speck.[/color][/font]
"history starts now, or when i was born."
PARENTS Darla and Robert, both deceased.
SIBLINGS Tammy – 29 – Occupation unknown and unknown whereabouts
BIRTHPLACE Timmins, Ontario, Canada.
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS n/a
CHILDREN n/a
PETS n/a
FULL HISTORY Born and raised in a small town Kurt’s moved around quite a bit since he’s finished college. Travelling all around the world for photography has opened up his eyes quite a bit when it comes to a lot of world issues. He’s still naive when it comes to a lot of things but some would say that’s just the ‘blond’ coming out in him.
The one thing that really seemed to make Kurt happy when he was younger was photography and it was his father was the one who got him started. Eventually he took the step to move to college and is now travelling around. After three years of traveling and losing both his parents in a horrible car crash just a few months earlier, he’s ready to settle in one spot for at least some amount of time.
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"it's time to meet the puppeteer."
YOUR NAME Karma
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE I’d say a good four years.
CONTACT INFO pm is best.
SECRET PHRASE i would put this if there were rules?
MEMBER TITLE ???
ANYTHING ELSE i don’t think so?
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
It was late in the afternoon when Kurt’s plane had landed. The airport was stuffy and too full of people to be even a slight relief to being back on the ground. With his carry on slung over his shoulder Kurt made his way over to the luggage department.
He managed to pick up all five of his wheeled bags at once, asking one of the staff to assist him in getting them outside to a cab. It might seem like a lot for someone who was flying here, but Kurt was actually traveling light today.
Four of the wheeled luggage containers were filled with various camera equipment while the fifth was clothes. Once outside Kurt had to put his sunglasses on to avoid the light from bother his sensitive eyes. Directing the staff member he’d hired to help carry his bags to a free cab, he asked the driver to pop the trunk.
In no time the cab was packed, the airport staff was paid, and Kurt was riding in the back of the cab. When the cab driver asked where he was supposed to be taking this long haired and scruffy looking guy, Kurt simply replied.
“The racetrack. I’ve got a job to do.” With the biggest grin on his face.
It’d been a long time since he’d shot horses.
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