Post by Kyle Avondale on Mar 6, 2008 16:38:34 GMT
Who I am
Essentials:
Name:Kyle Avondale
Birthday: September 14th
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation:Straight
My Story and Family:
How you arrived on the island: Kyle arrived on the Triangle Island on a ship named the White Sands. Taking a year out from school to travel a bit, He did not realize his gap year would turn out to be a permanent one.
History: Kyle is a country boy, Born and raised on a ranch in North Carolina. Son of a wealthy widowed farmer Ben Avondale, Kyle was given everything and anything he wanted in exchange for his help on the ranch. He can come across as spoiled and stubborn at times. Being an only child he is not very use to sharing with people, and so finds it hard to adapt to life on the island.
He finished school and decided he wanted to take a gap year. To travel the world. His father protested against this but in the end caved in and payed for his son's ventures. Already having placement at a university, which he no longer needs, Kyle had planned to go study business and take over his father's farming empire once Ben retired.
Family Members:
Ben Avondale [Father]
Elise Avondale [Mother][Dead]
A bit more about me:
Picture:
Celebrity:Thomas Dekker
Physical Description: Medium build, with brown hair and blue eyes, Kyle is a good looking boy. He stands at around 5'7 and weighs something between 120 - 125 pounds. Usually found in comfortable attire, Kyle however can scrub up pretty d**n well
Personality: Being an only child Kyle is somewhat spoiled and sheltered from the real world. He comes across as a little whiney and annoying when he does not get what he wants. But all in all he is a fiercely loyal friend, He would do anything for anyone he cares for. When under pressure Kyle can keep calm and collected. Taking control of a situation when he needs to. Being only 18 he can seem more mature than his years, Then again he can also seem more childish too.
Interests: Surfing
Reading
Horse Riding
Spending his father's money
Baseball
Girls
Dislikes:
Spiders
Being told what to do
Not being given what he wants
Not getting enough sleep
Being bored
Being hungry
Fears:
Crabs [He has a serious phobia]
Being alone
Dying at a young age
Sample of your RP style:
Staring off into the distance, Kyle had seated himself upon a boulder. One arm wrapped around his knee and the other resting upon the cold stone. Two months he had been on the Island, Two pretty long months. Not that he would complain about being here. It was paradise after all. Hearing something scuttle about in the sands, The eighteen year old's gaze was pulled from the horizon. Seeing a small red crab scurry about he nearly shrieked. Bringing his other leg up onto the boulder he remained there, Wide eyed and shaking. Crabs. Horrible, pinching beasts. He hated them. Loathed them they freaked him out, and on an island such as this. The crab population was large. But at least the red ones were tasty. The only type of crab Kyle liked was a cooked one.
"Go away!" He barked at the little beast-like creature. "Go.." Kyle repeated. Tentatively poking the crab with his bare foot. Big mistake. It's claw wrapped around his toe and pinched him. This time the eighteen year old did Shriek. He backed up onto the boulder shaking, Wide-eyed with fear and looking stupid. Hoping to god no one had seen that..
