TURNER, seth anthony
Dec 5, 2010 12:18:38 GMT -5
Post by rylie1 on Dec 5, 2010 12:18:38 GMT -5
/ i want to voice this out loud
full name. seth anthony turner
stage name. seth turner
nicknames. just seth
age & dob. twenty-four, april fifteenth, nineteen eighty-six
gender. male
sexual orientation. heterosexual
career. tv/film actor
hometown. las vegas, nevada
/ it's therapeutic somehow
height. five feet, ten inches
eyes. blue
hair. sandy brown
build. slender, well-built
distinguishing features. dazzling blue eyes and scruffy brown hair
play-by. chace crawford
/ so i'm moving to new york
loves. sports, Fridays, challenges, fast food, parties
hates. hangovers, tabloids, attention, assholes, giving up
quirks. scratches the back of his neck when he’s nervous—he may also avoid all eye contact, too. He chews his lip when he thinks, and he tends to use his hands when he talks. He will not eat the yellow skittles and he believes seven is an unlucky number.
aspirations. to be there for sarah through everything, fall in love and start a family, become an a-lister, score a leading role in a television series and/or a film
secrets. Seth had been almost relieved when his dad died. He was tired of being looked down upon. He took his mother’s death harsher and began to party and drink more after her unfortunate, untimely death. Seth had also been drunk when he auditioned for a minor acting role. He had never considered acting as an option until that opportunity, and he found he really loved it.
personality evaluated.
g e n t l e m a n a t b e s t »
t r u s t w o r t h y »[/u] as a friend, seth is one of the most understanding and nonjudgmental guys you can have on your side. He is quite the secret keeper for you, and the perfect partner in crime. Seth would have your back to the very end. If you’re going down, he wouldn’t hesitate to go down with you. He really doesn’t blame anyone and he definitely won’t go talking behind your back about crap that’s not even half-true. During conflict, he probably will stay neutral since he thinks picking sides is completely juvenile and pointless. Seth has an ear for listening. He may add in a few comments and judgments of his own, but he wouldn’t be the terrible friend to blurt to the tabloids you’re doing this and this with so and so. His lips are locked shut when he’s sober, and he tries to disclose the least amount as possible in interviews. He understands people want privacy, but he also wants people to know they can trust him because he’s not really a bad guy and all he really wants to do is make the world a little more peaceful by being able to be there for those closest to him. There has to be at least one secret keeper in each group of friends, right? Why not pick seth as that designated person?
a t h l e t i c »[/u] before seth got into the showbiz business, he was an avid athlete at his high school. He got good grades and had a knack for soccer, basketball and football. No, he hadn’t achieved quarterback, but he was the captain of the soccer team and assistant captain for the basketball team. He used to run track, too, and he tends to really enjoy morning jogs or a friendly game of tackle football with his closest friends. He loves to go to games, too. He loves watching football—professional and college. Basketball games are simply a blast, especially when he finds his voice jacked up the next morning after some excited cheering of his preferred team. You’ll find him with courtside seats accompanied by a couple of his buddies or his current romantic interest. Although he knows most girls aren’t into sporting events for dates, he enjoys taking girls to games just to expose them to new things. If they don’t like it, than he won’t take them there anymore. Whenever he can, he makes it to the soccer games. He’s a large supporter of Italy, but he roots for the American teams, too. For basketball, he enjoys watching college more than pro, and the same could be said for football. If he’d have to pick his favorite professional football team, it’d be the Steelers since his mother was born in Pittsburg.
i n s e c u r e »[/u] it may seem foolish that seth could be insecure, but he simply is. Before his parents died, he was the goofy kid who happened to have good looks but not the personality girls wanted. With the publicity, he feels like girls only like him because of his body. Seth doesn’t want to be known for his great abs or sexy body. He wants to be known for his gentle personality. When fans come up and ask him to take off his shirt, he feels awkward because he doesn’t think highly of his body. Sure, it may look good, but that was only because of hard, long hours of training. Had he not wanted to become fit for sports and later better movie opportunities, he’d probably still be the lanky eighth grade boy he had been. He tries not to show it, but when the tabloids muster a crude rumor about him that’s false, he still takes it to heart and it damages his ego further. He tries not to allow the rumors bruise him too badly, but they definitely leave a mark. He usually simply shrugs it off and continues with life, but he often finds himself questioning his attributes as a person. Is he really as bad as people make him out to be? It’s a constant battle inside himself because he thinks he needs to mold himself to be this perfect cookie-cutter actor girls adore and obsess over.
h a r d c o r e p a r t i e r »[/u] honestly, seth considers this trait quite a burden. Since the death of his parents, he’s learned the term party, and boy, does he know how to do it right. When he and his friends get together, he seems like a totally different person. After a few shots of substance, he goes wild. Seth tends to be a little more flirtatious when he’s out on the clubs or at a high-class party. As he intoxicates himself, he loses his lack of judgment a lot easier than your normal male. He’ll drink two shots of something strong and he’s pretty much gone. Seth enjoys spending his Friday nights in high-key hot spots like clubs and he’s seen at almost every party he can get his hands onto. He finds he does his most scandalous doings while out on the city. He’s addicted to the wild life as a sort of rebellion from the restricted life his father led for him as a kid until jon’s death. Seth isn’t proud of his addiction to parties, and he’s trying to work on getting better at staying inside, but he tends to enjoy the adrenaline rush you get from grinding, crowd surfing and whatever else the hell he does when he’s wasted. He wants to do it for himself, but more importantly, he hates the terrible hangovers he gets as soon as that fun night is through. He hates all the different tastes of alcohol he’d consumed the night before in his mouth the next morning. He hates the bright lights and the headaches, yet, he can’t seem to stop this wild chain of nightly doings in his life.
/ i've got issues with my sleep
father. jonathon mitchell turner, deceased, lawyer
mother. jamie elizabeth poole-turner, deceased, teacher
siblings. sarah jean turner, nineteen, college student
pets.
- - dog westley, four, german shepherd
other family.
- - grandmother eloise coralanne poole-kendall, seventy-nine, retired film director
history evaluated.
Conceived on april fifteenth twenty four years ago, he was born to jonathon and jamie turner. The couple, aged twenty-six, resided in las vegas, and they honestly loved it. Yes, raising a family in the influence of the city known for prostitute, casinos and high-class clubs would be difficult; but, they believed they could pull it off. Jonathon was a hard man, one who had seen too many trash bags to allow his son to turn into one of them. Jonathon was a respected lawyer in the city and he’d had a hard upbringing so he didn’t really know how to teach his son any different. He drilled manners onto the small boy from a young age and made sure Seth could keep a good head on his shoulders. Jamie had been raised in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania to two very kind, selfless people. She taught her son it was alright to lay back sometimes. She was quite a romantic, and she enjoyed teaching as a English teacher for the local middle school. She taught him everything she absorbed about romantics, and Seth soaked in his father and mother’s information with hardly a problem. He was a quick learner, so it wasn’t surprising he caught on quite swiftly. When he was four years old, his sister, Sarah, was born. Seth treated his sister with respect and they got along fairly well. Like him, Sarah had been a quiet baby whom didn’t need much to stay content. Seth grew into a lanky, tall boy with dazzling blue eyes and scruffy sand-brown hair. He was quite a goofy fellow, and some of the girls found him particularly unattractive. Although he had dashing good looks, finding a girlfriend seemed hard for him in his younger years. This was the first instance his ego really took any major blows.
Around the time of his freshman year, he had learned of some news that would change his life forever. His parents had been out on one of their parent’s nights out when a driver under the influence ran a red light and crashed into the side of jon and jamie’s car. Jamie was killed on impact and jon died later that night in the hospital. Seth was only fifteen and Sarah eleven, so they were sent to their nearest relative. She happened to be Jamie’s mother, Eloise Kendall, who happened to live in Los Angeles, California. Eloise was a film director, and Seth was often brought onto the set to watch the filming. From the moment Sarah set foot on a set, she knew acting wasn’t for her. Seth too thought acting would never be something he’d be interested in. He happened to love the nightlife of LA though. Soon enough, he found a crowd that he hung around with. He was introduced to underage drinking faster than you could say automobile. He was soon found dancing nights away at clubs, skipping out on school due to nasty hangovers, and bringing girls home to sleep with on school nights. Eloise did not appreciate his rebellious behavior at all, so she intervened. She simply told him he needed to clean up his act or else she was going to send him off to a rehab center where he could get his head straight. Seth took the warning to heart and gave himself an attitude adjustment. He couldn’t shake off the partying completely, but he restrained it by a good measure. He survived the rest of high school, getting on school athletic teams—Soccer, Basketball, Track, and Football—with passing grades and a scholarship to USC.
As a hoo-rah for graduation, he and his friends decided to hit up one of their classic clubs. He danced the night away like the good times, fell asleep on a bench on the street, stumbled into a studio where auditions were taking place and decided he’d audition just for the fun. He knew he’d never make it and his friends were game for it, so they auditioned. Two weeks later while he was on a date with his current girlfriend, he got a call from the director. He wanted him to play a minor role in a comedy. He’d only have to sit at a bar and pretend to argue with the bar tender as the two lead roles were talking about their upcoming night on the town. Even with his grandmother’s position on the scene, Seth had not been interested in acting. He even had some close friends who were into acting and he still wanted nothing a part of it. He was simply seventeen years old, and he wasn’t really interested in acting, so he turned down the offer. He instead went to USC for three years on a basketball scholarship before he got another call from the same director. The director had remembered him from his drunken audition and wanted him to star in a commercial and model for him for a magazine. Seth was tight on cash, so he accepted. His friends were glad to have him on the acting boat, but he was still unsatisfied at first. After the commercial and modeling, he returned to USC, but it wasn’t long until he was called back for another commercial and a minor role in a move. After those two projects and a little prodding from Eloise, he found he had a strong passion for acting. He went to training for a couple months and learned all the basics he needed to know. Eloise said his best bet was to stick to the commercials and minor roles, and eventually his big break will come. His acting career really started at age twenty-one, and now, aged twenty-four, he’s still hoping for that big break, but also someone to love him for who he is, and a chance to party every now and then.
/ christmas came early for me
alias. rylie
years of rp experience. two years
other characters. none, yet.
how did you find us. affiliate
roleplay sample.
Oh, how Ares wished he had his camera in reach.
Seeing Diego, sopping wet, was priceless. If he’d had his camera with him, there was no doubt he’d snapped a shot of his friend in his misery. Of course, Ares didn’t mean to, but most of the time he didn’t mean to do anything to Diego and it just happened to work out perfectly. He snickered quietly as Diego looked confused at the small robin on the branch. It wasn’t long until Diego’s blue eyes were set on his form. He smiled sheepishly, but dared not to take a step close to his friend. He was probably outraged that his hair was ruined now. Ares hadn’t noticed the newer spiked hairstyle, so he figured he had just ruined a perfectly good test doo. That would only fuel the college student’s anger. Ares was so dead, but the thought only motivated him. This was his turn for the last prank Diego pulled, he knew that now. Diego muttered something through clenched teeth, but the whistling wind made it impossible for Ares to hear. He figured it was something about his hair, but he went no farther by teasing him about his drenched hair. No, instead, Ares watched as Diego’s form shifted into a form of a vulture. His body shrunk and the great bird sat on the ground. Ares’ eyes grew wide and he ducked behind the brush. As he peeked up, he saw Diego taking flight and this was no longer a laughing matter. “Holy shit,” he gasped and began running down the downhill slope of the campus. Luckily, the descend gave him speed, but his converse was not a running shoe in the least. He tried to find a water source, if only to shoot the now-angry diego with a great burst of water. That would delay him, wouldn’t it?
Finally, his opportunity came with the appearance of a puddle. Ares concentrated hard, took the contents and formed it on the run. He took the chance and turned around to back-peddle backwards. He clumsily shaped the glob of water into a ball. With his other hand, he pushed series of water at the flying bird. Some missed, some hit, and he hit Diego with the final blast before he spun around and continued to sprint for shelter. Eyes of college kids were on him as he rushed to get away from the raging vulture. He came to a door, pulled hard, but it was locked. “Fuck,” he shouted as he pushed off the door and continued to find some place to hide. He tried a few more doors, but they were locked. He could see his car, but he had his keys in his camera bag. He hesitated but only for a minute because Diego was closing in. He tried to think, but it was beginning to become harder and harder as he was running out of breath. A door near him opened and student stepped out. Ares bolted for the door and caught it just in time. He slammed the door shut and held it firm while he tried to find something to lodge the door shut. A skinny lamp sat nearby so he took it, unplugged it, removed the lamp shade and put it between the two handles. A teacher was about to yell at him until she saw the large vulture. Ares beamed. He was safe from Diego for now. He stuck his tongue out at the large bird of prey and laughed a large laugh. “Ha, I win,” Ares said loudly, just so the bird could hear him. He walked over to a bench and sat back as he watched Diego in amusement.
Outside the door, Ares could see a crowd gathering. Then, it hit him. Diego’s clothes sat by the old oak. How could he possibly shift forms into his true self if he didn’t have clothes to shift into? This further amused Ares and he wandered around the halls for a moment. He found an open classroom where a couple professors were talking. “Evening,” he said with a grin. “I’m just going to be taking this and this. I might bring it back.” The Professors seemed confused, but Ares didn’t mind much as he set the paper onto the wall and began writing with the marker. In all capital letters, in his neat scrawl, Ares wrote: I DARE YOU TO SHIFT BACK. Diego wasn’t one to fully think through his actions, so Ares wouldn’t be surprised if he did shift. That way, he’d only be embarrassing himself in front of his peers and he’d get the full amusement from it. Ares sat criss-crossed at the doors. To occupy himself, he toyed with the electrical cord of the lamp. Perhaps photography assignments weren’t as dismal as Ares had been convinced of. Instead, they were thrilling. Well, most instances with Diego were interesting, but this was completely astonishing. After Diego’s last prank, Ares had promised himself he’d get revenge. Now, he knew, Revenge really was best served cold—literally. Ares wouldn’t have wanted to be drenched in ice-cold water on a chilly day. Maybe he’d have to ask Diego how it felt when he actually knew how to speak English. For now, he’d sit and watch in sweet glee as Diego tried to get his own revenge.
To be honest, Ares had never really had a friend as amazing as Diego. Sure, he’d had Charleigh Pennant back in Washington, but he’d never had a guy to pull pranks on and get even. He’d never dream of doing such a thing to Charleigh. She was a fun partner in crime, and he’d never forget the crush incident, but he was content with his friends here. Only here for merely a quarter of a year, and he already had two great friends—Harmony and Diego—and then Olivia. Whenever situations as the present one occurred, Ares remembered the day they’d met. It was not a likely way to meet someone and befriend each other, but it was a unique, epic obstacle that was the first test of their fateful friendship. A couple throws of the fist later and broken up by the manager, a friendship was born. What was the only downside one may ask? Ares and Diego were no longer allowed to use the services known as the Bowling Alley, but they’d find an alternative for that. Ares rubbed his small blemish on his temple where Diego had gotten him in that fight and smiled. That was a good fight. What a great day that was. Ares smiled and beamed up at his beady-eyed friend.
Seeing Diego, sopping wet, was priceless. If he’d had his camera with him, there was no doubt he’d snapped a shot of his friend in his misery. Of course, Ares didn’t mean to, but most of the time he didn’t mean to do anything to Diego and it just happened to work out perfectly. He snickered quietly as Diego looked confused at the small robin on the branch. It wasn’t long until Diego’s blue eyes were set on his form. He smiled sheepishly, but dared not to take a step close to his friend. He was probably outraged that his hair was ruined now. Ares hadn’t noticed the newer spiked hairstyle, so he figured he had just ruined a perfectly good test doo. That would only fuel the college student’s anger. Ares was so dead, but the thought only motivated him. This was his turn for the last prank Diego pulled, he knew that now. Diego muttered something through clenched teeth, but the whistling wind made it impossible for Ares to hear. He figured it was something about his hair, but he went no farther by teasing him about his drenched hair. No, instead, Ares watched as Diego’s form shifted into a form of a vulture. His body shrunk and the great bird sat on the ground. Ares’ eyes grew wide and he ducked behind the brush. As he peeked up, he saw Diego taking flight and this was no longer a laughing matter. “Holy shit,” he gasped and began running down the downhill slope of the campus. Luckily, the descend gave him speed, but his converse was not a running shoe in the least. He tried to find a water source, if only to shoot the now-angry diego with a great burst of water. That would delay him, wouldn’t it?
Finally, his opportunity came with the appearance of a puddle. Ares concentrated hard, took the contents and formed it on the run. He took the chance and turned around to back-peddle backwards. He clumsily shaped the glob of water into a ball. With his other hand, he pushed series of water at the flying bird. Some missed, some hit, and he hit Diego with the final blast before he spun around and continued to sprint for shelter. Eyes of college kids were on him as he rushed to get away from the raging vulture. He came to a door, pulled hard, but it was locked. “Fuck,” he shouted as he pushed off the door and continued to find some place to hide. He tried a few more doors, but they were locked. He could see his car, but he had his keys in his camera bag. He hesitated but only for a minute because Diego was closing in. He tried to think, but it was beginning to become harder and harder as he was running out of breath. A door near him opened and student stepped out. Ares bolted for the door and caught it just in time. He slammed the door shut and held it firm while he tried to find something to lodge the door shut. A skinny lamp sat nearby so he took it, unplugged it, removed the lamp shade and put it between the two handles. A teacher was about to yell at him until she saw the large vulture. Ares beamed. He was safe from Diego for now. He stuck his tongue out at the large bird of prey and laughed a large laugh. “Ha, I win,” Ares said loudly, just so the bird could hear him. He walked over to a bench and sat back as he watched Diego in amusement.
Outside the door, Ares could see a crowd gathering. Then, it hit him. Diego’s clothes sat by the old oak. How could he possibly shift forms into his true self if he didn’t have clothes to shift into? This further amused Ares and he wandered around the halls for a moment. He found an open classroom where a couple professors were talking. “Evening,” he said with a grin. “I’m just going to be taking this and this. I might bring it back.” The Professors seemed confused, but Ares didn’t mind much as he set the paper onto the wall and began writing with the marker. In all capital letters, in his neat scrawl, Ares wrote: I DARE YOU TO SHIFT BACK. Diego wasn’t one to fully think through his actions, so Ares wouldn’t be surprised if he did shift. That way, he’d only be embarrassing himself in front of his peers and he’d get the full amusement from it. Ares sat criss-crossed at the doors. To occupy himself, he toyed with the electrical cord of the lamp. Perhaps photography assignments weren’t as dismal as Ares had been convinced of. Instead, they were thrilling. Well, most instances with Diego were interesting, but this was completely astonishing. After Diego’s last prank, Ares had promised himself he’d get revenge. Now, he knew, Revenge really was best served cold—literally. Ares wouldn’t have wanted to be drenched in ice-cold water on a chilly day. Maybe he’d have to ask Diego how it felt when he actually knew how to speak English. For now, he’d sit and watch in sweet glee as Diego tried to get his own revenge.
To be honest, Ares had never really had a friend as amazing as Diego. Sure, he’d had Charleigh Pennant back in Washington, but he’d never had a guy to pull pranks on and get even. He’d never dream of doing such a thing to Charleigh. She was a fun partner in crime, and he’d never forget the crush incident, but he was content with his friends here. Only here for merely a quarter of a year, and he already had two great friends—Harmony and Diego—and then Olivia. Whenever situations as the present one occurred, Ares remembered the day they’d met. It was not a likely way to meet someone and befriend each other, but it was a unique, epic obstacle that was the first test of their fateful friendship. A couple throws of the fist later and broken up by the manager, a friendship was born. What was the only downside one may ask? Ares and Diego were no longer allowed to use the services known as the Bowling Alley, but they’d find an alternative for that. Ares rubbed his small blemish on his temple where Diego had gotten him in that fight and smiled. That was a good fight. What a great day that was. Ares smiled and beamed up at his beady-eyed friend.
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