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Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? You haven't even seen me angry!!! ...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy. Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE!
I suppose that I should've reserved a color and face claim, shouldn't I? Oh well, I'll just do it now.
Color= lime
FC= Kodi Smit-McPhee
There! Technically I did that BEFORE I gave you my CS. Enjoy!
Gary Roberts
"If a man does not have the sauce, then he is lost. But the same man can be lost in the sauce." -Gucci Mane Name:
Gerald Darwin Roberts
Nickname:
Gary
Birth Date:
03/13/16
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Homosexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Occupation:
Olive Garden Dishwasher
Classification:
Sophomore
Role:
Wannabe (Head?)
In Depth Appearance:
Gary is about 5' 7", short for his age, and he definitely has a "skin and bones" figure, weighing only about 100 lbs. He has a single piercing in his right ear, in which he regularly wears, ironically, a half red and half green stud earring. He generally tries to keep with the latest trends, spending a good portion of his dishwashing money on various designer clothing. Throughout all the fashion changes, he keeps one piece of clothing that he enjoys wearing: a ragged brown leather jacket that he's owned for a few years. He keeps his hair styled the same for the most part, and he is not ashamed to pride himself on it, only changing it when the latest trends dictate as such. He has one small tattoo on his left shoulder: a fried egg, captioned with the irresistible pun: "Eggscelent."
M Y Q U I R K S
Habits | Quirks | Oddities
•Snaps his fingers along to music in his head •Mentally compares people to different foods when he first meets them •Constantly jokes about certain colors that he can't tell apart •Bites his fingernails •Never wears a hat
Hobbies:
•Cooking •Singing (not very well, but he doesn't care) •Online Shopping
Likes:
•Italian Food •Board Games •Parties (who doesn't?) •Dystopian Fiction •Snow
Dislikes:
•Dancing •Black Licorice •Mobile Games •Thunderstorms •Dogs
Fears:
•Rejection •Public Humiliation •Snakes
Personality:
♦ Optimistic ♦ Clingy ♦ Comedic ♦ Submissive ♦
Gary has always been someone who looks ahead to the future and sees success and happiness, regardless of how dire his current situation is. Anyone who meets him will instantly be hit with his bright personality and accepting behavior. Knowing what it is like to be on the outside, he will take the effort to befriend anyone who feels left out, for the most part. He has a sense of humor that makes him easily approachable, although some tend to see him as naïve because of this. Becoming friends with him is relatively easy, and he will consider everyone who he meets to be a friend of his. He is also very trusting of those he considers friends, burdening himself to them even when it might not be particularly welcome. In the same way, he welcomes anyone who comes to him for emotional support, never wanting anyone to feel like they have no one to turn to.
However, Gary would think of himself like a cup of black coffee; some enjoy the flavor, but if they don't like it, they hate it. Once Gary becomes friends with anyone, he will take plenty of effort to hang out and talk to them whenever possible. He constantly worries that if he doesn't spend enough time with them, then they won't want to be friends with him anymore, although this mindset causes most to see him as clingy and separate themselves from him for the opposite reason. Along with this mindset, he has made the effort to not let the negativity of others affect his thoughts about them. At least, that's how he sees it. In reality, months of being pushed aside and ridiculed by A-Listers like the Royals has made him extremely submissive, not willing to defend himself against the attacks of those above him socially. On the rare occasion that others try to defend him, he often thanks them before saying that "it's fine," or "they're just joking around." Indeed, he's even managed to convince himself of this.
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
History:
Gary was born and raised in the Beverly Hills area to a rather wealthy family, as most in the area were. His father was a famous neurosurgeon and his mother was a former fashion model, so expectations in the family were definitely high for Gary to become a lawyer or a doctor or something of similar success. The cards were never really stacked in his favor from the beginning, as he began to struggle even in kindergarten. He was never the brightest kid in his class, but this early struggle was caused by something very different. When he was 6, it was discovered that he had red-green color blindness, and though his parents tried to help him adapt, he found that the best way to cope with it was to joke it off, giving him a reputation throughout his school career as a class clown. A turning point in his life was on his tenth birthday, when his parents threw an extravagant party. They both invited as many successful friends as possible, encouraging him to ask about their careers, hoping to inspire him to take to one of their job choices. However, to their surprise, he spent almost the entire party chatting with the hired catering service. By the end of the night, he was convinced that he wanted to become a professional chef and own his own restaurant. His parents shrugged it off as a childish dream, but it was one that he has carried on to the present day, a choice that his parents are not supporters of. Indeed, over the summer, he started working as a dishwasher at a local Olive Garden, as it was the closest that he could get to working in the kitchen at his age.
Almost as soon as he entered the 8th grade, another wedge was driven between Gary and his parents once he came out as homosexual. He personally felt like it was something he had always known, but his parents were convinced that it was an "adolescent phase" of his and refused to speak to him any more on the matter. The issue remained unresolved until he brought home his first boyfriend three months later. At this point, they accepted his decision, but they truly never looked at him the same way afterwards. Sending him to Beverly Hills High School was their personal decision, as they hoped hat the prestigious school would help him to get his life in order. To be honest, Gary's freshman year was the most frightening time of his life. He was generally outcast from most of his classmates, and a group of seniors took to ridiculing him because of this. They were cruel and ruthless, taking every opportunity to push him down. At some points, he considered asking to exchange to a different school, but he knew that his parents wouldn't allow it and would think him to be even more hapless than he already was. Eventually, he found himself clinging to the Royals, as even being associated with them was enough to keep the bullies away. From this point on, he was convinced that he would find a way to join their ranks, no matter what it took.
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M I S C .
Extracurricular Activities:
None
Extra:
Disturbed's cover of "The Sound of Silence" is pretty good. So yeah, that.
Location: Dorm Room Interacting With: Gianna @lovely complex Mood: Hungover -> TERRIFIED -> Somewhat Calmer but still sorta TERRIFIED -> Just Plain Embarrassed
As he woke from a deep slumber, Jackson could feel a strong headache coming on, a sure sign that he had been drinking. The headache was definitely the worst thing about waking up after a night out. If anything, Jackson knew that he could trust himself to drink just a little too much and regret it in the morning. Wait... What the hell even happened last night? He groaned as he was met with the second worst thing about waking up after a night out. Generally, it took him a few minutes to gather what had occurred the night before, but in his opinion, nothing was more annoying than not knowing what he did, and not knowing whether he needed to celebrate or break out the old stationary and write an apology letter to someone and their family. Ugh, please don't tell me that I just relived senior prom all over again... he thought, thinking back on the embarrassment of that night after some jackass had spiked the punch. He didn't even want to think about it for as long as he lived. Of course, he was brought out of his reminiscing of past mistakes by his throbbing headache, the sign of a much more recent mistake. "I'm pretty sure that the expression is "butterflies in my stomach," not "wasps in my skull,"" he mumbled to himself as he sat up in his bed. At least, he attempted to until he felt an odd weight on his chest. Opening his eyes for the first time this morning, he saw an arm on his chest that clearly belonged to-
Oh no.
What the hell happened?
Gianna?
He stared at her sleeping figure for a moment, before he realized two very important facts. She was wearing his clothes. He, on the other hand, wore nothing but a pair of boxers. Fighting the urge to scream, he instantly began racking his brain, trying to figure out what could've led to this. Suddenly, bits and pieces came back to him, as if from out of nowhere. Oh, right. There was a party. Gia totally did a number on Samantha. "Second chance," blah, blah, blah, I invited her on a date. She showed up here... But what happened next? Trying to focus through the headache, he pushed through the memories, trying to find anything, but he drew a blank. Knowing that all he had to go on were his surroundings, he looked around at his room and focused on what he saw. Bedsheets covering the door, his lava lamp turned on, his stereo turned on (no music was playing right now), his own person without clothes. Yep, it looked like a sex scene. He couldn't help but say to himself, Seriously? My first time and I don't remember a second of it? Curse you, party punch! The situation felt pretty awkward to him, so he decided that his best bet was to creep out of bed and try and compose himself, before eventually waking up Gianna and asking her about last night.
At least, that was the plan that Jackson had made in theory. In reality, he managed on rolling out of bed and falling onto the floor, thudding off of the hardwood. Now, just in case he hadn't been clumsy enough, he made sure to land directly on the funny bone on his left arm. "Ow! Shit!" he shouted in pain, right before he realized what he had just done. If Gianna wasn't awake before, then she certainly was now. Trying to organize with thoughts with a hangover headache proved to be quite difficult, so rather than saying anything meaningful, or at least slightly of worth, he eventually stammered, "Umm... Hey." Congratulations, genius! Keep it up at this rate, and eventually, you might be able to pull off a dual syllable word! Feeling himself quickly start to blush, he covered his face in his hands and mumbled, "Listen, I like you and all, but not really... in that sort of way. I'm not really sure what we might have done last night, but I'd honestly prefer if we kept it a bit less sexual until we know each other better." His eyes widened in shock as he kept talking. "Wait, I was supposed to ask you if you actually wanted to date me first, wasn't I? Ugh, I'm sorry; I'm just an absolute wreck after I drink." He figured that he should probably just ask her as long as the question was out there. In his opinion, the morning couldn't really get much more awkward than it already was. "I mean, do you want to? You know, dating and all that. With me. I swear, I know English, just trust me on this one."
Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? [b]You haven't even seen me angry!!![/b]
...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy.
Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, [b]FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE![/b]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? <span class="bb-b">You haven't even seen me angry!!!</span><br>...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy.<br>Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, <span class="bb-b">FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE!</span></div>
