Post by Blake Conners on Apr 3, 2007 7:03:20 GMT -5
Name:: Blake Carson Conner
Nickname:: "Conn" or "Con-Man" But most just call him 'Blake'
Birthdate:: April 1st 1990, he's 17
Year:: Junior
Orientation:: As straight as can be!
Label:: A bit of a rocker...he could be really popular if he hung out with that crowd, but he doesn't choose to, he doesn't like backstabers. So he has his small group of buddies.
Appearance:: Milo Ventimiglia
Style:: Being a bit of the ladies man that Blake is, his very attractive looks help him out, definitely. No, he isn't as good-looking as Ashton Kutcher, nor as sophisticated as Johnny Depp. But hey, he's just a 17 year old aspiring sing/songwriter, he'll get there someday! But all the same, he can't help but like how he looks, almost as much as the girls...
Despite as daring and risk-taking as Blake is, he still has all of the important limbs; two legs, two arms, a torso, and head. Having always been one to run around, and lifting occasionally, Conner's body is in decent shape. Well-toned calf-muscles, muscular, but not huge biceps, and the particular thing that Blake is most proud of, is his six pack. Standing at 5'11", he is about average height when it comes to most guys his age, and his weight is proportional to that, making him neither overweight, nor too slender. Just in the middle, where he likes it.
With a light, olive, skin tone, tanning his skin has never come easy to him. However, if the boy does hang around at the beach all day, a slight golden tinge will eventually appear. However, this pigmentation compliments Blake well, with his chocolate hair. His mane, falling in its own shaggy way, to just the edge of his ears, never gets much attention from the seven-teen year old, as Blake likes it just the way it is. After wetting it, he'll comb it out once, if even, and then shake his had around (much like a puppy), to give it that messy, but cute, wind-blown look.
Sometimes, though, girls may find his bangs annoying, as they seem to like falling foward, covering the boy's best facial feature. Cerulean blue eyes, definitely stand out from most. Always having a sparkle in them, when he smiles, making girls hearts melt, and their knees weak. But the most familar look one gets from those eyes, is the mischieveous gleam one sees when Blake is about to pull another prank, or tell another joke.
Light, soft, rosy peach colored lips, when the boy smiles, reveals his luscent white teeth. If there's anything that Blake can be OCD about, its his teeth. Brushing them at least three times a day, flossing twice, he makes sure they are in the most tip top perfect condition. We don't want cavities, now do we?
When it comes to clothing, Blake has a bit of the rocker style going on. Ripped jeans, band tee shirts, and ragged Converses or Vans, he finds most comfortable to him. No piercings or tattoos though. Yet, anyways. At the moment he is saving his money to get his first tattoos; a star under each of his wrists. He also wears his first guitar pic he had ever gotten, camo print, on a cord around his neck.
History::
Profanity. Broken dishes. Destroyed furniture. Damage in the walls. Holes in the ceilings.
These were all familiar sights and sounds at the Conner residence during Blake's childhood. But there was one hole that was not visible to any human eye, and it was growing blacker, larger and deeper during every second of everyday. The whole inside of him.
To say that Blake's parents had ever loved one another would be an utter and complete lie. To say that they were ever truly happy together would be a disgrace. In fact, the only reason the two partook the sacrament of holy matrimony was because of their unborn son.
Every high school has one. The couple that you never know is broken up this week, or together again the next. That couple was Lauren Baker and Thomas Conner. Prom came their last year of high school, and after a little too much to drink, they paid for a cheap motel room, to 'celebrate' the end of their Senior year.
Not more than three weeks later, Lauren had discovered that she was pregant. Face as pale as a ghost's, shaking and completely terrified, she approached Thomas at his house to deliever the news. Slapping her, and calling her things such as 'bitch', 'slut', and 'whore', smongst many other words in his vocabulary, it was easy to see that he was not happy. This was only the beginning of the abuse. After realizing that he had 'apparently' hurt his girl, Thomas immeaditely stopped what he was doing and said that he was shocked, was all, and that he'd make it up to her. "Let's get married," Her had said. And so the two did. Never to be seen by any of their friends or family ever again.
To say that life was difficult for the two newly weds was an understatemnt. Two kids fresh out of highschool, barely any work experience, and a new born baby on top of that? Not the easiest thing to live with! Constant fighting between his parents, flying objects, and screaming words. Blake could never say that he had really loved either of his parents then. He was never really shown what love was supposed to be like. What it was supposed to feel like.
When as a 5 year old he started school, more problems beagn to ensue at the Conner residence. Thomas became an Acoholic, coming home drunk every night, smelling like bars and other women. His mother took to drugs, smoking constantly. He never really knew that this wasn't right, that it wasn't normal, until entering the UNited States Educational system, when meeting other adults. Even as a young child, he longed for school, so that he could escape his hellish life, and be with people who were safe, and fun, who smiled, who could make him laugh. Blake wanted to be able to do that too, make others laugh. And when he tried, it was apparent that he was a natural enterainer.
During one day, the musci teacher brought in a guitar to play along with. After the lesson, Blake asked if he could tried it. The boy was attracted to the large instrument (then) and fell in love with the sound almost instantly. The teacher smiled, and nodded, letting him sit down, and placed his fingers on the frets, helping him strum a chord. Immediately, a large smile replaced the ever stone straight line. After every class, thereafter, he would always ask if he could play. Laughing, one day, his instructor asked if he had ever asked his parents for a guitar. Shaking his head sullenly, Blake told her that all his parents did was fight, and that he was never given any gifts. The young teacher frowned, and then told the boy to get to school early the next morning for a surprise.
That next day, awaiting for him on his desk was a brand new guitar, along with a book. His name on it, and everything. Blake ran home after school, carrying his gift, and then ran into his room, locking the door, as always, and began practicing. It was a struggle at first, his fingers not yet having reached their full size, but day in and day out, he would practice. Whenever his parents would fight, he would be in his room, consumed by the music he was learning. By his third grade year he had even attempted writing his first song.
The once sullen, quiet, and depressed child had transformed into a bubbly kid. A smile on his face, always telling a joke or laughing. All because of a teacher with extra love in her heart. One day, however, everything changed.
It was the last day of his 7th grade year, after waving goodbye to some of his friends, slinging his guiatr case over his should (there had been a talent show that day), Blake began to walk home a little faster than normal. He was running late and didn't want to have to answer any questions in case his father was drunk. However, the sight he saw when he turned onto his street was not one he expected. Two police cars were parked outside of his house along with an ambulance. Running as fast as he could, Blake asked the nearest officer what was going on.
Asking the boy first who he was, the officer grimmanced when he heard the boy's name. Apparently Blake's father had come back from one of his outings, drunk as ever, searching for Lauren. He yelled at his wife, demanding to know where something was, but when she didn't answer right away, he hit her. Beginning to get an extreme drunken rage, Thomas eventually pulled out his shot gun, telling his wife that after he shot her, he was going to shoot Blake. Not noticing how loud he was yelling, a neighbor working outside heard the threat and instantly called the cops. When the police had arrived, Thomas had already shot his wife once in the chest. No telling what condition Blake's mother would have been in if they had arrived any later.
Since then, Thomas Conner has been in jail for sttempted murder, and abuse, as Blake told the police of his parents fights, and the doctors examined all the bruises and wounds Lauren normally said happened because of her normal 'clumsimess'.
After the attempted murder, Blake and his mother have been liviing with his mother's sister. Blake's Aunt Felicia. She was extremely generous to the both of them, forgiving her sister for leaving the family all those years ago. Blake loved it at his Aunt's. For once a real home. Clean, no wreckage, and he could sleep through the nights. His mother on the other had, was not handling things so well. She would always blame herself that it was her fault that Thomas was the way he was, and that if she were a better wife, things would have been different. Blake and his Aunt have tried numerous times to talk to her, have tried to send her to psychiatrists, but nothing seems to have helped yet.
So yeah, sure most people at school think he is a funny, great guy, an amazing voice, and a prodigy at the guitar. But that's only half of who he is. The other half is lost, confused, who loves his mother, but doesn't know how to help her. If only she knew...If only he could get through to her that after all...
Laughter is the best medicine.
Likes
*GUITAR*
He's been playing ever since he was six, and wrote his first song when he was 9
*GIRLS*
Well, he is a seveteen year old guy after all...
*PULLING PRANKS*
Every school's got to have a trouble maker, right?
*MAKING MOVIES*
He loves his video camera, whether its to make music videos, record his latest prank, or just doing stupid stuff with his friends, he loves his camera
*GOING TO CONCERTS*
Warped Tour, watch out for Blake Conner
Dislikes
xDETENTIONx
And yet he still pulled that prank on the principal last week...
xSPIDERSx
Big jairy ones..disgusting...not to mention creepy
xONIONSx
Gives you gross breath
xSCREAMO BANDSx
Just because someone can distort their voice doesn't mean that that's singing
xFOOT PEDALSx
They take all the challenge out of guitar
xPeople who take life too seriouslyx
Personality::
Some say it was no joke that Blake was born on April 1st. No joke. Ha. That's Funny. Because, really, Blake Conner is one of the biggest Prankster's that Windons has ever had.
Your furniture duct taped upside-down? Blake did it.
Boxers on the flagpole? Blake did it.
That video with your mom and the principal? Blake did it.
All the toilet pipes unhooked so that it would spray? Nope, not Blake.
Though he did agree that the idea was super sweet! But in all honesty, Blake Conner is just your average 16 year old boy. He likes girls, cars, sports, music...especially music...he just adds a little more laughs and a little more spunk to his day. The kid likes to have fun, and makes others have fun too. None of his pranks ever really hurt anyone, they're just all for the sake of laughter. Some people just take life too seriously, and Blake hates that. What's so hard about smiling, anyway? Laughter is the best medicine after all, and has been scientifically proven to boost brain activity (no wonder his good grades!) So in retrospect, all the kid is doing is a good deed, right?
So all most people see Blake as, is another jokester, who doesn't take anything seriously. But that's not true. Give the boy a guitar, and plop him onstage, and boom! Someone you totally did not expect seems to appear. The boy really does have an extreme serious side to him. Most just don't see it. On stage, you see a part of that side. Smooth lyrics, great voice, and amazing guitar licks, that boy has real talent. His songs are like babies to him, and when anybody criticizes them, it hits a nerve. Stone faced, Blake will just turn and walk away. Without his music, Blake feels like he has nothing.
But that's just a part of his serious side. The other part? When he's with his mom. Ever since his parents split up when he was twelve, well, nothing has been the same since. And when any talk comes up about his past, or his family, he'll try not to show any emotion, but its there, and people know it.
So really, the jokester inside, is just another face. Another escape from his real life. Blake likes to make people laugh, because he knows that other people have problems just like him, and laughter helps bring a trickle of light inside. Laughter is the best medicine, after all.
Sample RP
"Alright Guys, hold up!" Blake called out, obviously out of breath. He had just turned the corner of the hallway, a big grin appearing on his face. With his usual group of accomplices, the Prince of Pranks had just pulled yet another. The video camera was in place, however he liked to see the reactions first hand.
Vanessa Williams was one of the most stuck up girls he knew, and she loved to show how much money she owned. Especially rubbing it off on those lower than her. This week her target had been Blake. And she had pushed a nerve, commenting on his mother. You don't do that. No one does that. Especially if they want to live without black marks on their name.
"Three...two...one....Bingo!"[/i] Counted down Blake, staring at his black cuffed digital watch he wore around his wrist. At that moment, the TV announcements just turned on, and he knew that Vanessa would for sure be watching them because she was the co-host. (It would only be a matter of days now before she would put food poisoning into the host's food so she could take over). And then the moment of justice came. Instead of Vanessa Williams turning around in her chair, Blake Conners was there instead, holding a very feminine looking notebook that held a name...that...to say the least...was not his...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," A cry came from around the corner and down the hall. Black could only imagine what Vanessa was doing at that moment as a large grin appeared on his face.
"Jackpot!"[/i] He cried, exchanging high fives around with his buddies. However, the moment of joy would not last long, as a very angry looking teenager soon came storming around the corner....
You.
Your name; Heather...call me toast
Your age; 17
Years of roleplay; um....4 or 5 i'm thinking
Contact info;[/size] ladyjello41@yahoo.com or AIM- thebob41
