Post by DAMIEN GERARD GREY on Jan 8, 2010 8:59:27 GMT -5
full name • Damien Gerard Grey
nick names •
age • twenty one
grade •Business Major
job • if applicable
hometown • New York
sexuality • Striaght
member group • College
height • 6’1
hair • Brown
eyes • Green/Brown
play by • Jensen Ackles!
likes • women, fine wines, fine dinning, sex, cigarettes, whiskey, reading, shopping, expensive things, cars, public displays of affection, annoying people, being a smart mouth, being rich, being the favourite.
dislikes • Being ignored, being insulted, whiney people, people who cant hold there drink.
habits/quirks • running his hands through his hair, rolling his eyes.
fears • Spending holidays with his family, not having money, not being known.
dreams • Inherit the family business, sleep with over a 1000 women before he is forty.
secrets • He can actually be a sensitive guy, his best friend died two years ago and he can get very depressed about it.
overall • Womanizer, charming, sarcastic, bully, smart, arrogant, partier, big spender, guiltless, suave.
mother • Joan; forty five; owns a international interior design company.
father • James; Forty eight; Oil Baron
siblings • ____ grey (sister); Eighteen; high school.
pets • ---
other family • -----
overall •Raised with riches Damien has never gone without, as a young child he was handed around to nannies, in fact he isn’t quite sure why his parents had children, they were never very good with him as a child and they treat him like a business venture now that he is older, as soon as he hit sixteen he asked for a apartment of his own and of course he got it and was moved out on seconds. Damiens family are not like other families, they are a power family, his father is billionaire his mother is a millionaire and there children are some of the richest children in the USA and probably the world, with all this money and his parents working all the time Damien was raised by money and has only ever loved that cold hard cash since he was ten years old and realised what it meant, with money he could rule the world, or at least the one that he lived in.
All through school Damien grew more and more arrogant, his friends are the elite and so his he, he got himself a reputation as a womanizer and it was a reputation he liked, he lost his virginity when he was thirteen and by the time he was sixteen he had slept with over one hundred women, now that he is in college that has doubles. At school Damien got himself into a lot of trouble, but it never mattered when you had money and you were also screwing the head teacher on occasions, his world pretty much had no rules and Damien was fine with that. Damien is very smart and graduated with good grades and decided to attend NYU and study business
He is now in his final year of business school and he hasn’t really changed his ways, the only difference is College rules are a little different to high school rules, there aren’t cliques really so Damien isn’t known through out the college as being notorious, that is not ok and ok with him at the same time, he never likes not being known of, but the moment he mentions his name people generally know of him and its ok because he has the ability to sleep with more women that don’t know he is an absolute womanizer.
your name • Bim
your age • nineteen
roleplaying experience • 4 years
how you found us • Coll!
roleplay sample •
is that water? Dorian thought as the sound of sloshing reached his ears, it hurt way more then it should to hear, he had of course spent the night getting wrecked on huge amounts of alcohol and everything was literally a blur except the odd moments which only appeared in freeze frame, keeping his eyes closed he remembered a few things, there was falling over his own feet on the dance floor and knocking several people with him, vomiting a lot outside and then a fight, wincing Dorian opened his eyes and realized that one of them couldn't open well, great he had a black eye. Suddenly he realized that above him was the sky, not im looking through a window sky, but full, bright blue, cloudless sky. Dorian sat upright and shrieked as he realized that he was on a boat in the middle of the little river!
"Shit shit shit" he cursed as he looked around, apparently there wasn't much of a currant today as he wasn't moving fast, but still he was in the middle of a river, apparently the part of his memory where he decided it would be funny to go fishing was a blur not a freeze frame. It hurt his head way to much to think of a way to get to land which didn't involve getting wet so he swung his legs over the edge of the boat, pulled his phone out of his pocket and slipped into the water. It didn't take his long to reach dry land, even if he was swimming with one hand above water at all times so his phone didn't get wet.
The cold was never much of a problem for Dorian, he worked outside most of the time but he was soaked through and there was a cold fall breeze blowing that was turning his skin to ice, or so it felt. Jogging slowly so that he reached town and his car faster he made it in about thirty minutes, he was still wet when he reached the main street where he had parked his car last night, his keys had been confiscated from the bar he had been in so he would have to do the humiliating walk to get them.
He waited outside for two seconds hesitating, he could just walk home, but it would take a while, an hour at the least, his fathers ranch was a little out of Mentone. Taking a deep breath he swung the door of the bar open and walked in, water dripping from his trousers and his black eye probably looking as bad as it felt, there weren't many people inside this early in the day but he got weird stares from all of them.
"Shit shit shit" he cursed as he looked around, apparently there wasn't much of a currant today as he wasn't moving fast, but still he was in the middle of a river, apparently the part of his memory where he decided it would be funny to go fishing was a blur not a freeze frame. It hurt his head way to much to think of a way to get to land which didn't involve getting wet so he swung his legs over the edge of the boat, pulled his phone out of his pocket and slipped into the water. It didn't take his long to reach dry land, even if he was swimming with one hand above water at all times so his phone didn't get wet.
The cold was never much of a problem for Dorian, he worked outside most of the time but he was soaked through and there was a cold fall breeze blowing that was turning his skin to ice, or so it felt. Jogging slowly so that he reached town and his car faster he made it in about thirty minutes, he was still wet when he reached the main street where he had parked his car last night, his keys had been confiscated from the bar he had been in so he would have to do the humiliating walk to get them.
He waited outside for two seconds hesitating, he could just walk home, but it would take a while, an hour at the least, his fathers ranch was a little out of Mentone. Taking a deep breath he swung the door of the bar open and walked in, water dripping from his trousers and his black eye probably looking as bad as it felt, there weren't many people inside this early in the day but he got weird stares from all of them.
