SMITH, mason alexander

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full name • mason alexander smith
nick names • mace the ace
age • seventeen
grade • junior in hs
job • .pizza boy.
hometown • milwaukee, wisconsin.
sexuality • straight
member group • high school

height • five ten
hair • blackish brown
eyes • dark brown
play by • allesandro de marco.

likes •
CELESTE SOMMERS, guitars, soccer, jack's mannequin, the killers, driving, wominizing, texting, jackets, math, eggs, music, sining, rockets, getting 'buzzed', water, books, movies, ice cream, pot, cherries, blue eyes, blonde hair, hook ups, hugging random people on the street, cuddling, holding hands, kissing, sharpies, cheese, bacon, cheese and bacon, thunder storms, skating, ramen noodles, girls who smell good, girls who look good, girls who kiss good...he just likes girls.
dislikes •
acne, awkward tention, his dad, bad hair days, sluts, fergie, yogurt, homework, being down, guns, rejection, judgment, the smell od blood, stuttering, being told no, being tossed to the side, lemons, cleaning, early mornings, black coffee, hunting, hang overs, commitment, feeling blue, stale food, veggies, and the idea of death.
habits/quirks •
he kind of, well, really stupid. he also twists his grandpa's class ring, which he always wears, around his finger, and freaks out when its not there.
fears • for now, commitment. but in the long term, he fears never finding it, just bouncing from girl to girl like he does right now. he's also horrified of spiders, and just the sight of one is enough to make his scream like a school girl, sometimes even piss himself.
dreams • to find 'the one' and totally not screw it up, to win a billion dollars, and bail his brother out of jail (if he ends up there) and aide his mother in retiring young. but, he was a pretty strong hold on reality, so he'd be fine with a comfortable adulthood, with a family.
secrets • he has quite a few. he likes to smoke the 'peace pipe' as he calls it, when he's down, but he does it enough that its really no secret. he'll turn 18 soon, because he was held back in grade three, not because his parents started him like he tells people. he's got to third base, but not all the way home. he's really very sensitive, he just doesn't like to show it.

overall •

sensitive, misunderstood, apathetic, joy kill, downer, partier, player, survivor, pessimistic, authentic, unhappy, dismayed, energetic, man whore, crazy, daring, risky, sensual, strong, and out spoken.

mother • marie beth abrams; 43; accoutant
father • daniel adam smith; 44; unemployed
siblings •
taylor charlies smith; 21; working odd jobs
loyd eziceal smith; 15; student
tessa anne smith [loyd's twin]; 15; student
ella elizibeth abrams [half sister]; eight months; ...baby
pets •
skippy; goldfish
other family •
johnathan mitchel abrams (stepdad); 46; accoutant

overall •

like many young high school couples, marie beth and daniel couldn't wait to begin the rest of their lives together. they got married at eighteen and nineteen, and it all seemed like wedded bliss. champagne and bubble baths, and tons of what seemed like true love. but, lets speed in up, oh say, fifteen years, shall we? the once happy couple was now flooded with more than what they could handle..a a preteen, a child, and two little kids ran about the house. they where in their mid-thirties, and all that mattered anymore was getting the twins to day care and taylor to karate and mason to pee wee soccer that the whole love thing was sort of...lost. and when this happens, people start to get lonely. so lonely, that they stoop to finding something else to make them happy, or rather, a someone else. mason, who just a young boy then, began to notice his father coming home late, and soon enough not coming home at all for a few days at a time. little did the young chap know, was that his dear old dad was seeing another woman. marie had her doubts, and before anyone knew it, she and the kids where on their way to new york, to new things, and new people.

mason aged, the natural way of life. he was ten years old now, still going at the whole soccer thing, and already a 'player', if there ever was one. one week he'd kiss susie behind the old oak, next week he was holding hands with darla by the swing set. he went a new york middle school, and he went about his life, growing up without his steady father figure. this was clearly taking a toll, as by the 5th grade, he already had 'girlfriends'. of course, he also had a mundo school boy crush on celeste sommers, but that's not important yet. by high school, he had already had lots of girlfriends and kisses, but as most young relations are, they where all quite empty. as the years passed, though, he began to notice a change in his mother. she met someone at work, a nice guy apparently, and he was quickly welcomed into the family with open arms. besides the two weeks a year when he was shipped off to wisconsin to spend some time with his father, he felt like everything was piecing together. family, real family.

in the freshman year of high school, mason was usually found chasing after girls, riding his skateboard where he wasn't supposed too, and slowly but surely, being pulled into the drug culture of his peers. he quickly learned that if he was sad or down or stressed, he could pull out his pipe and smoke away his problems. not always the best idea, he'd learn, but it was temporary happiness. that's all that came from it though, temporary happiness. as he got older, entering sophomore and now junior year in high school, he tried to cut back. his mother had fallen pregnant during sophomore year, now giving his a baby sister, and he didn't want his brother and sisters falling into the cycle too.

it didn't stop him though. he would smoke in his closet, the bathroom, anywhere that he could do it and not get detected by his mom or step dad. now that he is a junior, you can find lurking around the hallways of the school, sometimes cutting class, not quite meeting his goals. for fun, he chases girls, and usually has some kind of a girl friend, but nothing really that deep. he has a weird obsession with celeste sommers, but she's the girl that he can't get. his plays varsity soccer, but knows smoking could ruin that too. for now, he's just another soul, trying to get by in the concrete jungle.

your name • SUP, I'M MARGARET. but it pronouced...oddly so you can call me mac. but not macncheese.
your age • 15
roleplaying experience • two and a half years
how you found us • proboards support yo.
roleplay sample •

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say my name, i just want to hear you,
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Mason had been asked many a time what he found so appealing in Celeste, that he would move to change his player ways, to such extreme to committing to just one girl, no exceptions, just her. No slip ups. His exes and girls that had been interested in him had asked what made her so special, that he changed his ways on a whim. He had a fairly long list of reasons, looks aside, but when he had to answer this pondering, he always stuttered and blushed and said things that would never do the girl justice, such as 'she's nice to me, and because she's pretty and she's talented', of course, these where not the reasons, at least, not the only reasons. He loved her because she loved him, that was a biggie. You see, in Mason's earlier days, his player days, he never really registered romantic true love. He thought he was in love with Julie, and it crossed his mind that perhaps he loved Ashe, but he knew he wasn't ever in love with her. As for Hayley, well, he loved the drugs, not her. The love was just shown to Hayley, because he was under false pretenses that they where 'in love'. The three weeks he was with her where often called his 'dark days', and he tried to forget all that. But now, he didn't need forget that, because he was Celeste now.

Still, he wished he could trade all that in for just...Celeste. He found himself regretting all of his past relationships, so he wouldn't have to tell Celeste about the girls that he'd hurt, or the ones that had hurt him. He knew a couple guys that where getting serious with their girl friends, and that was one of their first relationships. That built more of a foundation for trust and endearment. He knew that deep down, she probably wanted that. But, it was too late now. The trail of destruction, the hurt, all of that, would be fallowing him for the rest of high school. It showed every time they held hands in the hallway and some ex of his scowled at him. It showed when a girl he had gone on a few dates with made it her best intention to tell Celeste how great of a kisser he was. But, if they had each other, that stuff didn't matter, right? It was all just, oh, high school digging around, and now he was with her, and it was good. Well, not really, but he could pretend it was if he wanted to. Free country.

On the other side, Celeste's slate of past relations isn't totally spot free and clean, I'm afraid. There was Brendin Daniels, and even though he treated Celeste pretty well, up until his random break up, something about him just...irked Mason. Granted, they were dating, that thenwas the time when it hit Mason that he liked her, he had even serenaded her a few nights before she and Brendan began to date. So, of course, Mason always felt a burning jealousy when he saw them together. He couldn't stand it! But, seeing them together wasn't the only think that made his blood boil, it was the fact that a girl could actually do that too him. If had been anyone but her, he would have brushed it off and moved on to the next girl. But, he just couldn't get over her. It made him want to scream, shout that someone had that much control over him, and they weren't even together. They were far from it! No matter how hard he tried, she turn him down, and let him bleed. But, Mason was ready for a fight. He wasn't going to give up the easily. Of course, he never really needed to fight. After Brendan left, Celeste just sort of...came to Mason. Kind of. Day by day, he felt the tension ease just a bit, and then on the off chance that they happened upon each other at the mall, she finally took him up on a date, and bam! they feel in love. Of course, that was the cliffs note version, but you get the idea.

There was also Gately. As stated before, he loathed Gately, and not for the reasons such as his buffness and his romantic capabilities. Mason was very well aware that he had cheated on her with Rachel McCloud. He knew right away, through the grapvine, and at the time he didn't really care. If his memory served him right, he was pretty sure he was dating Ashlee Chambers at the time. Or maybe Penny. Whatever the case, she was just another girl to him then. He might've even found some satisfaction from the news, maybe she felt the hurt she had caused him so many times in the past with her constant flow of rejections and insults. But, when she talked about it now, he hated it. He could see the hurt in her eyes, even if it was the past. Even when she said she was okay with it, and it was the past, he still got the urge to deck Gatley in the face. How those guys could let someone let Celeste go was beyond him.

Clearly, though Mason needed to stop dwelling on the past and move on into the now. And right now, he was face to face with the girl he loved. She seemed to forgive for his player past, and he tried with all his mite to forget about her exes, so why couldn't he just call this perfect? That was one of Mason's major flaws. He was convinced that she wanted someone else, someone better, even though they where made for each other, obviously. "Mason, I was just joking." He sighed, and shook his head. "So I manage to flee for three months, only talking to you in texts and a few brief phone calls, and yet you find some way to not to move on and find someone better," he paused for a moment, to cup her face in his hands, which by looking at you, and then looking at me, I am sure you could do." The lanky boy blushed and chuckled quietly when she tapped his nose and retorted. This time he didn't dare make a comment back, she was to stubborn and Mason knew quite well he'd lose anyways. Instead of saying he knew, or that he was the one that was joking, he leaned in and kissed her nose in reply, blushing like a tomatoe in the process. These where the types of moments that he lived for. The simple moments between he and his love when they talked about nothing importent, and had cute little moments that would his friends like Summer and Rosie saw 'aw' and make fun of him.


Before Celeste, Mason had never really been one to care. He blew off his school work, letting himself skim by with marks just high enough that he didn't have to retake the class, and that was that. He didn't have much of a real care for the girls he was seeing, because he knew there would be some other girl all lined up and ready to date him, despite his rep. He was to charming, or something. Care was one of the ways that Celeste had changed him. Growing up, Mason was really cared about. His dad, who he never saw after the age of ten, didn't care about him. He knew his mom loved him, but she was never around, working long hours trying to support four kids and be single mother. Adam, ultematly had only been the only caring person in his life, so he really didn't...know. He cared for his mom, and his sisters and brother, and Adam, before Celeste. That was it, really. But once they got together, she cared. She got jealous. She was vulnerable with him. All new things Mason wasn't all to familiar with. He liked it this way though, this new, more natural way of living around a person. Of course, Mason was always human, he just never felt this way before. At least, not about anyone besides Adam, and this was a whole different thing.

He enjoyed this though, this caring. He had never been jealous about girl friends, really, with the exception of Hayley, but that was all just one big acid trip. Now, he got jealous when other guys talked to Celeste or he heard guys talking about her looks and whatnot. And, he knew she got jealous sometimes, too. For whatever reason, he was a weird satisfaction out of her getting jealous of other girls being around him. It made him feel like she didn't want to lose him to another girl, it made him feel like losing him would tear her apart as much as losing her would ruin he. He guessed that this was the vulnerable trust in relationships. He knew quite well that she would crush him with the snap of her fingers, and yet he trusted her not too. Trusting- the was pretty new to him as well. Of course he had always trusted Adam, but that was different. Adam was his best friend.



"Lime green turns you on, eh? I'll have to keep that in mind for, you know, future reference or something." Mason chuckled at the moment they where sharing, his smile bright. "Oh, don't forget the pink polkadots." He stopped for a second, to think, then spoke once more. "So tell me, would you still be interested in me if I happened to be, say, neon orange, with some radical maroon strips. Like a candy cane on acid! Whoa. Awesome. Anywho, would you still love me if I looked like that?" He laughed, a whole hearted gut laugh, at the ridiculous moment they where having, almost caught up in it. "You know, when you do that nose-wrinkle thing, you look really cute. Hm. Just thought I'd say." He chuckled, and replied to her latest retort. "Whatever. I think you could pull it off."



When she brought up his cheesiness, though, he couldn't help but resort back to his stuttering and blushing ways. "Um. I t-try to be the good kind of cheesy. For you." Way to be smooth, Mase. But it all went down hill from there when she asked him were he got the quote from. His blush grew even more intense, more bright, and he couldn't meet her gaze, not even as he tried to force himself. "Well...I-I" Mason got the quote from a book him mom used to read to him when he was a little boy, and even know she would say it to him sometimes via phone call. Even though his relationship with his mother, all things considered, mind you, was pretty good for an eighteen year old guy, he had a serious trouble when he tried to talk about her. He would get choked up and awkward, and sometimes even start to cry. It had happened around Celeste a time or two, and those moments had been the most embarrassing conversations of his life. Sure, she had cried around him before, because they talked about such deep stuff, but whenever he cried around her after talking about his parents or other things that got him going, he always felt like less of a man.

She was awaiting a response though, and obviously well I wasn't going to work to well. The boy cleared his throat, and looked away from her face. "My mom used to read this book to me, when I was like...four. It was called I'll love you forever and it was about this mother and son, and the mom used to say it to the son all the time. My mom texts it to me sometimes. When I was about thirteen, she used to say to me 'Mason, one day your going to find a girl that means everything to you, and your going to say that to her and make me proud. Just p-promise y-y-y-you w-w-won't forget about old m-m-mom, okay?' and I j-j-just..well you mean...." He stopped, to gain his composure once again, trying to dodge the thought that she probably thought he was more of a nerd that usual. Now he was a crying nerd, apparently, because he felt the sting of a few lose tears on his cheeks, but ignored them, mustering up the nerve to continue what he was saying. "And its...Just..well you m-mean everything to me and I thought it would be right to say it and it was but now I'm just lubering and rambling and you p-probably think I'm a loser whoes too attached to his mom. Oh well. I l-love you." He was calmed down a lot more now, and something hit him. He was truley letting himself this vulnerable with someone.

However, it wasn't always this easy between the two of them. All though they had been close as small kids, high school was a completely different story. As they started sophomore year in high school, and he began to fall for her, she had been totally desalinate towards the boy, always giving him mean notes, and firing dozens of below the belt insults, to off her harsh rejections. It was comical, though how fast things like that changed. Sophomore year in high school, when he first tossed a note at her asking her to the homecoming dance, he would have never imagined that he would end up here, asking her to marry him. But, the oh to familiar sting of rejection was revived as she spoke to him, his eyes intent on hers as his sunk into his knees. Was she really turning him down? After all they had been through together, after all things they shared, she was going to turn him down, just like that? "No! I mean, no it's not a no!" He felt his heart do a double take, his breathe calm down a little. Maybe there was still hope. But when she agreed that she would marry him, a child like grin pulled across his features. "Stealth or not, you already know my answer." That was her answer to his class-ring proposel, and he stood back up again, to indulge them in a kiss. Really, though, the thought of marrying her right now, and thinking coherently, here, scared the crap out of him. He wasn't ready to walk down the aisle, not yet anyways, even if it was to Celeste. So, her freaking out about getting married soon kind of made him want to crap himself in undeniable fear. "Whoa, back up. Don't you want to wait and have like...a dream wedding? With like, good food and dancing and stuff? Because I thought that was what girls..wanted. He stated, with a puzzled looks across his face. His tense shoulders flew back again at her pondering, and he sighed, smiling. "I do think it'd be best to wait, baby. I mean, married at eighteen? I was leaning towards twenty one, twenty two. I'd like to drink at my own wedding, just toast, mind you. And, well, I don't think I could take proper care of you on my pizza-boy wages. Seeing as once we get married, your not really your parents responsibility anymore." He was trying to point out the responsible factors, so that she would realize they couldn't be married now! When he said it, he was just...stating his bare desires.

Something had always confused him though. Why would she want to marry him? She was far out of his leage, for one. She must more liked around school, better looking, and they came from seperate worlds! She always grew up on her parents money, always carefree. Mason 'grew up', crude immature jokes he often cracked aside, at a very young age. Still, all that was far from his mind at this very moment. "Yeah but that would totally wreck you rep if people found out we did it." He paused, cleared his throat, and pulled out his 'gehetto voice', "They'd be like GIRL, WHATCHU TTHINKING? dayum. DON'T BE MESSIN' WIT MASON SMITH. I DUN CARE IF YOU IN LOOOVE GIRL FRAN, HE BE TRAILER TRASH. EW. DAYUM. SUCH A PLAYER." He chucled towards the end of his impression, of what he blieved celestes friends sounded like, but then the conversation fell to a more serious tone. "you haven't, either? Well the. Uh. Isn't this suppoed to be romantic or something? You know. This whole...losing our virginity thing?" he paused, and nodded ash she suggest they move. "That's a good plan. Besides, Edward, Zoe and I have an agreement. No sex on the couch because we all sit on it." His tone was nonchalent, because that was that. Mason would be angry, too, if he broke the 'shared places mean no naked faces' claus. Even if the title didn't make any sense. Mason then gently got up, and offered her his hand, to help her her up. He lead her to his bedroom, treading quietly past Edward and Zoe's rooms, in case they where home, stepped inside, and closed the door behind them. "So. To continue, I suppose I could kiss you." He said the words with a wink, and leaned in quickly to give the brunette a tender kiss, his lanky arms wrapping around her teeny waist, not sure where to go from here. He was nervous, that was for sure, but tried to mask the feelings, something in the neighborhood of being self conscious, with a smile that was bubbling behind his lips, which where currently occupied by something else.

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TAGGED: celestee
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OUTFIT: i really need work on that.?!
WORD COUNT:3014. AKJDFHFDKSL.?!
LYRIC CREDIT: awake-secondhand serande?!
TEMPLATE CREDIT: ALLTIMELAM! at CAUTION 2.0 ?!
OTHER: well.lkjdfhskjal. look at thissss. read it even. i found it in dead threads ! omg. we where babies when we did this thread. BABIES. i was like...13. haha. aw. it gave me muse, too. SO READ IT <3 ah so tiny. meleste in their early days(= BALLS, THEY'RE SO CYOOOT. aw. awww.?!
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