Post by LUKE JOHNSON on Jul 6, 2012 16:26:04 GMT -5
...Lucas Pearce Johnson*
*Love is blind*
[/size]*Love is blind*
...basics*
name Lucas Pearce Johnson
nickname Luke
age Twenty-two
gender Male
grade n/a
hometown Nashville, Tennessee
sexuality Heterosexual
personification The prince from Rapunzel, aka Flynn Rider
status Dormant
face claim Ryan Gosling
...appearance*
hair color Light brown/dirty blonde that he usually keeps messy. Once and a while, though, he brushes it down.
eye color His eyes are a brilliant blue.
build Moderately muscular from years of working out to impress the girls. Well, one in particular.
height 6'2"
clothing style Plain T-shirts and jeans with his trusty cowboy boots. Sometimes flannel long-sleeved shirts. He is more laid-back in his choices of clothing. As he can’t see, this is a good thing. Also, he will never be caught without his trusty shades. People stare when he doesn’t have them on, or wave their hands in front of his face because he isn’t looking at them.
distinctive traits He likes to keep some facial hair, but doesn't like for it to get too scruffy. He is also blind as a bat.
...personal*
personality
Luke, being blind, is a little more trustworthy than most. Before his accident, even, he trusted people more than he should have. Now, however, he pretty much has to trust what everyone says to him, as he can’t see it for himself. Back in Nashville, after just about everyone found out about that night, people would trip him, even though they knew about his handicap. Others would tell him his shoe was untied, some even went to lengths to say that Delilah was back. He took it with a grain of sand, though. He had to trust people to tell him the truth, and he felt like everyone did almost all of the time.
He was raised to be a gentleman by his father, and even though his brother disregarded all of the instruction, Luke soaked it all in. After all, he did have a lady to impress, unlike Dan. Luke is always the one to hold the door open for a lady, or anyone for that matter. He pulls out chairs for women, even his mother. The one person he does (or did) it most for is Delilah.
Ever since he was a boy of about seven, he never liked anyone looking or talking to Delilah, especially the boys. As they got older and each had their own relationships, Luke always kept an eye out for her. Sometimes he would even go behind her back as to warn the boy if he hurt Delilah, he would personally hurt them. Other than his jealous nature about Delilah, he’s usually very sweet. He’s all “yes ma’am/sir” “no ma’am/sir” all of the time, even with those his own age. Of course, all of his good traits kind of flattened out after he left Delilah, and she in turn left Nashville.
past
Living outside of Nashville was pretty easy. He had an older brother to play with and a little sister to tease. His whole world changed when Miss Delilah Punzel walked into his life. Or more accurately, sat fishing in a pond while the little boy fell in love with her. His older brother Dan immediately disregarded the girl since she wasn’t a boy that could play cowboys and Indians with them, but that was okay for Luke.
Over the years, they became best friends. When he was twelve and Delilah eleven, her cousin moved into the neighborhood, providing them with one more person to add to their little group of friendship. He didn’t pay Vivienne much attention because his attention was so monopolized by Delilah. That was probably the reason everything went wrong.
When he was a senior, he finally summed up the courage to tell Delilah that he was in love with her and had been since the day at the pond where they had met. Two years later, he proposed. They were the couple of the year in Nashville, and everyone was excited for the wedding. Luke just left all of the planning to Delilah and her parents, since he barely knew what he was doing.
One night, the nerves got to him and he started drinking at the bar. He was a little tipsy when Vivienne walked in, looking the best he had ever seen her. Of course, she had always been behind Delilah’s beauty, so that was understandable. The rest of the night was a blur.
When he woke up, he was in Vivienne’s bed, and he had a massive hangover. Apparently they had slept together because they both were devoid of any clothing. Vivienne threatened to tell Delilah all that happened, except leaving out the little part that he was drunk off his ass the whole time. She was going to tell her that he was sober the whole time and seduced her instead of the other way around. In a panic, he asked what he could to for her not to tell Delilah, and there was only one answer. He was to break up with her.
He spent the day at his house, crying over what he had to do. He didn’t want to hurt Delilah, but that was going to happen either way. He decided that the easiest thing to do was to break it off. Delilah couldn’t think of him as a cheater. Breaking her heart this way was completely better than going with the wedding and dreading when Vivienne was going to tell her and what she was going to tell her.
After doing the thing he dreaded the most, he rode home on his motorcycle, crying his eyes out. He cursed himself for getting so drunk in the first place and cursed Vivienne for seducing him when he was that drunk. He wasn’t even sure they had done it, but she was sure to tell Delilah that they had. Going so fast on the road, he didn’t see the dog before it was too late. He tried to swerve, but the gravel was newly laid and it caused his bike to fall. The motorcycle threw him over the dog and right onto the gravel, face-first.
present
After his accident, Luke never saw again. The sunglasses had shattered against the rocks and caused permanent, irreversible damage to his eyes. Learning to live with it was hard, but he got a Seeing Eye Dog and it was better. Delilah had moved right after he had broken up with her and he never had a chance to tell her that he was wrong in breaking up with her and he should have told her the truth right away.
Now he lives in New York, trying to find Delilah. Being blind, it wasn’t going to be an easy task, but he was determined to get her back. He knew nothing about her whereabouts, except that it was in the city. He lives only on his parents’ money, in the cheapest apartment he could find with a first-level opening and pets allowed. Having a German Shepherd in New York was hard, but he would do anything to get Delilah back.
family
PARENTS AND SIBLINGS
Barbara Johnson – Mother – 46
Michael Johnson – Father – 48
Dan Johnson – Brother – 25
Nichole Johnson– Sister – 17
Delilah Punzel – Ex-fiancée – 21
likes
;;The Brothers Grimm stories
;;Motorcycles
;;Dancing
;;Dogs
;;Music (specifically country music)
;;Beer
dislikes
;;Cats
;;Vivienne (Delilah’s cousin)
;;Shopping
;;People petting his dog
;;Being looked down upon because of his “disability”
other notes
His seeing eye dog's name is Lila. She's a three year old black German Shepherd.
...literature*
book title Rapunzel
backstory One day in the woods, the prince was riding along and heard beautiful singing. He finds the source of the music, a large tower, and can’t find a way in. He returns several times and finds how Dame Gothel gets into the tower. When she is gone, the prince asks Rapunzel to let her hair down, and he eventually asks her to marry him. Before their plan to escape happens, Dame Gothel finds out and cuts Rapunzel’s hair. When the prince comes to take Rapunzel away, Gothel lets down the hair for him to come up. Once he is up the tower, he finds not Rapunzel, but the witch instead. She pushes him out the single window and he falls into a bush of thorns below, making him blind. After wandering around for a few days, he hears Rapunzel sing again and they live happily ever after.
...roleplayer*
name Aly (or Batman, whichever you prefer)
age Eighteen
gender Female
rp experience Oh jeez, like, seven years?
how you found ouac Oh my dear Beckett
rp sample
((This is just from one of the old sites I used to roleplay on. It's kind of old, so it may not exactly portray my writing skills effectively. Let me know if I need to get a better one for you guys.)
If there was one thing Addison loved more than anything in the world, it was the water. Hot, cold, still, raging. It didn't matter. She could lie in the bath for hours, splash in puddles in the street in a yellow raincoat, or just lie in the sand, feeling the wake wash around her on the beach. As she was doing now. Her red hair would be lifted by the waves and reach high above her head before being pulled back down straight as a board. She giggled as she felt something brush her foot. Lifting her head slightly, she discovered it was a piece driftwood. Stretching past her toes to grab it before it was claimed back by the ocean, she picked it up and threw it past the waves, waiting for it to come back. If it did, it just proved the cycle of life. If it didn't, it proved the uncertainty of it.
As she lay there, she let her mind wander as she waited for the sunset she had came out here to see. Right now, her life wasn't all that hectic. Her friends didn't really bug her all that often, and she didn't really feel like bugging one of them to get someone to hang out with. It was always fun to meet people, though, even if you didn't end up life-long friends. Like any of her friends now would be for life. It didn't matter, though. Friends were easy enough to make for Addison. She sighed and sat up, crossing her legs out in front of her. It was so calming to watch the waves curl over themselves in the distance. Little sails dotted the horizon, making it look like a picture in a museum.
It would be so cool to be out on one of those. She thought, reminiscing about her father's old yacht they had taken out a few summers ago. All she would do was sit on the bow and watch the waves all day, not wanting to fish with her family. Even the thought of it made a shiver run down her spine. Fish were absolutely disgusting. The thought that they were slimy things that swam in their own filth made her want to run the other way when it was on her plate. If that wasn't bad enough, the taste was absolutely horrible. She couldn't get over the texture. Fish were supposed to be the really pretty ones swimming around in an aquarium or little fish tank. Out of reach and out of her stomach.
She lay back again, the foam of the waves washing over her ears and green bikini. The sunset would be in a few hours, and she would have the best seat in the house. You had to enjoy the little things in life, or that's what the books said. She was going to find out.
