Post by scotland on Jun 22, 2011 20:15:43 GMT -5
► FULL NAME: Scotland Douglas MacQuarrie
► NICKNAMES: Scott, Scotty, Sunshine
► PLAY BY: Caleb Lane
► SEX: Male
► AGE & DOB: 23 Born 1940
► NATIONALITY: Scottish.
► SEXUALITY: Pansexual
► MARITAL STATUS:Single
► OCCUPATION: Aspiring Model and assistant to The Daily Telegraph editors (he's the kid who goes and gets the important people tea and scones, as needed)
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► HEIGHT: 6'2"
► WEIGHT: 175
► BUILD: Slender and muscular
► SKIN TONE: Depending on the time of year, he may look white as snow, or a nicely toasted marshmallow.
► DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Aside from a saucy smile and swagger, two gold hoops through the lobe of his left ear.
► LIKES: People, being "on the scene", soft serve ice cream, fashion, tea time.
► DISLIKES: Being alone, responsibility, controlling personalities, golf, American "culture"
► OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Scotts 'MO' has always been to gain friends, network and have fun.
He wants to live the good life, lend a helping hand here and there and be noticed.
There isn't a shy bone in his body, which is just as well since his part time work either has him stripping down to his knickers or dressing up like a peacock.
Scott is know to be very outgoing, daring, overly familiar with strangers, and outright flamboyant.
At odd times there have been conflicts in personalities with the people he interacts with, should they not have a sufficient sense of tolerance and humor, as he is not merely conceited, he's convinced, that he is by and large the best thing since sliced bread.
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► HOMETOWN: Edinbrough, Scotland
► CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England
► FAMILY: His parents were both very quiet, his mother Sarah and father, Douglas were a pair of shy insurance brokers who met at the office, fell in love and sired three children Scotland, Isabeau and Lianora.
► HISTORY:
From the day he left his mother aprons strings and started the long arduous journey through primary school through Secondary, Scot had been determined to be his own man, an individual, and most importantly, popular.
He loves loud colour, loud music and London seemed to be the best way to experience all that he wanted.
With that in mind, there was going to be nothing stopping him from packing his belongings one sunny morning (much to the jaw dropped astonished look of his mother, who had by now thought he could shock her no further) and setting off on train for the heart of London to find a small flat with a leaky ceiling and a job.
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► ALIAS: Shia
► OTHER CHARACTERS: None. This poster will have their hands too full with Scott as it is.
► WHERE YOU FOUND US: On the internet.
► ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE:
It never failed, the chill that arose from a magic spell around her. Not even now when Niks hand passed through the door like it was air, regardless that it looked solid enough, it made her shiver as if a cold breeze passed.
With a quiet, annoyed, sigh she tucked the hand back into her cloak and stepped through, closing her eyes a moment as she crossed and reopening them to a hidden, lavish room.
She loved the decor here, though very urban and mature, in her opinion, a stark contrast to the inhabitant. It was much more preferable to the archaic style found nearly everywhere else in the Palace.
Eagerly she moved further in, unclasping her cloak at her neck and folding it over an arm, seeking out her tall, platinum hair, toned, tawny eyed..... fox eared... friend....
For a moment, as she stared at him, she contemplated the ramifications of asking about the accessories.
Though with the way she was sure she was staring she needn't say anthing about them by this point, and after letting her eyes glide over the rest of his body, she looked up to his face to catch his gaze and offered a slow smile,
"Good Evening, My friend, you are looking better every day"
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