Post by Daley Watkins on May 29, 2007 11:37:25 GMT -5
Name:
Apollo
Age:
Older than you, bitch
Contact:
Owl :]
How long have you been rping?
Longer than you, bitch
About Your Character::[/u]
Full Name:
Daley Rhys Watkins
Nick Names:
Day, Lee, Rhys
Family:
Ian Watkins >> pappa
Stella Watkins >> momma
--- Watkins >> sissy
Sex:
Male
Age:
Sixteen
Birthday:
28th August
Year in school:
Junior
Financial:
Well off
Weight; build:
160 lbs; slim
Eye colour:
Blue
Hair colour:
Black
Over All appearance:
A six foot, one inch black haired junior; with a rather dashing look about him, even if he is the only one who seems to think so. Everything about him screams not only 'Wakins' but also 'victim'. Yep, Daley has fallen a victim of fashion, and of course, it’s not because all his friends have done the same; nope not at all. Daley has always been a bit of a trend-follower, and just because he’s older now doesn’t mean that side of him has vanished; despite the fact he liked to rock the whole ‘I rolled out of bed like this’ look, he is very well groomed and always clean.
His skin is pale, something he gets from his lack of time spent outdoors; his face is smooth and void of any freckles, or birthmarks which makes him more like his father rather than his mother. His natural hair colour isn’t the black he sports currently, but a dark brown, he’s always thought brown is a common hair colour though – hence the dye, because as we all know, black is such an original colour. He is slender, though not at all toned, he is rather unfit though that fact doesn’t really register in many peoples minds.
Likes:
x.sex
x.drugs
x.rock and roll
x.Jack Daniels
x.writing
x.dates [the fruit and the event :]]
x.black hair
x.blonde haired girls with snakebites
x.chequred shirts
x.tattoos
x.peircings
x.cleanliness
x.teenie-talk
x.making fun of teenies by using teenie-talk
x.music
x.being the son of Ian Watkins
x.getting what he wants
x.rebelling
x.fights
Dislikes:
x.whores
x.stereotypes
x.all the 'isms'
x.country roads with no lights on them
x.the above, surrounded by woodland on either side
x.clowns
x.horror books like goosbumps
x.flashy light
x.neon
x.uv lights
x.raves
x.partying in gen.
x.staying up all night with no/little sleep
x.the above, with no booze/drugs to be had
x.teenies
x.sluts/skanks/whores
x.the english accent
x.milk/anything made with milk
Hobbies:
x.music
x.writing
x.smoking/snorting/popping drugs
Personality
Bad Boy Exterior : - We’ve all met them, the so-called bad boys, the ones who act tough and get through life by living how they want to live it. No exceptions. Well Daley is very much that sort of boy…on the outside at least, he feigns independence and sticks the middle finger up at all authority figures without a second thought. He likes to play dirty and acts as if he holds no one at all dear to him. He acts arrogant, and cocky around strangers and keeps people at an arms length, even those who he is closest to can’t get through the large walls he’s built around his emotions. The only problem is that’s mainly just an act. Albeit a very convincing one.
Diplomatic :- Now we get into the ‘real’ Daley. He’s actually a very diplomatic young man, he likes talking things through and thinking things over before making a real decision. He isn’t one to enjoy picking fights with people and prefers to use his words rather than his fists. This is perhaps the most hidden side of him all, after all who has ever heard of a diplomatic bad boy?
Romantic :- Oh we all love a little romance in our lives, Daley especially. He loves splashing out on girls and enjoys dates and basically having a girlfriend. He acts like something of a manwhore most of the time, after all you have to keep the rep going right? He rarely asks a girl out on an actual date; when he does he finds that most of the girls are somewhat surprised by his seemingly gentle side. It never lasts long. There is another part of his romantic side, he has been known to be a bit clingy – something you wouldn’t expect from him at all – this is mainly down to his BPD though.
Dependant :- This is a surprising side to Daley that most never really see: he is painstakingly dependant on those around him. He is prone to mood swings when it concerns his closer relationships, one moment he will adore said person and want to do everything with them, but when they change their plans at the last minute or do something without him Daley feels utterly rejected. It’s usually then that his feelings change, he will start to loathe the person because he is trying to hide the fact that he’s terrified he’s being rejected by someone he cares so dearly for.
Charming :- Ever heard the saying ‘enough charm to sink a battleship’? Well that’s Daley all over, he’s mastered the art of getting, and perhaps keeping, friends. He uses his words and wit to gain them of course, he manages to think out a situation and use his charm to say all the right things. This is, admittedly, used most when he is trying to get a girl to screw him.
Kind :- Another craftily hidden part of Daley, whoever said bad boys had to be mean? Either way Daley only shows his kinder side with those who had truly gained his trust and admiration. He feels quite weak and venerable when he’s being nice to someone, which is perhaps why he’s so keen to hide this trait. He can be quite loving when he wants to be as well and genuinely enjoys being nice to people around him.
Rebel :- His bad boy side isn’t all an act, Daley is indeed a hell of a rebel. He cannot stand any sort of authority figure, he’s even been known to talk to his parents like rubbish, he has had more than a few run-ins with the law because of his rebellious streak, being caught drinking or smoking something isn't unusual for Daley.
History:
On the 28th of August 1991 Ian and Stella Watkins had their second child, a boy this time and perhaps a spitting image of his father. He was born in the early hours of the morning and seemed healthy enough, something the parents were of course thankful for; they quickly named him Daley, which is pronounced Daily if you're interested.
Like a lot of kids born into a famous family, though his wasn't quite as famous as, say, the beckhams, but the Watkins were still well known. Back to the point though: like most kids born into famous families Daley grew accustomed to never having to want for anything, he wasn't spoiled exactly and his parents did discipline him to some extent. Their methods of shouting at him one moment and then buying him that bike he wanted the next messed him about slightly, it came to be that as he grew older Daley just gave up listening to his parents and waited until he got whatever it was he wanted. Okay, so perhaps he was spoiled.
Despite their generosity Daley never really bonded with either of his parents, his dad was the rock star and his mother was, well she was the rock star's trophy wife really. His sister got up to god alone knows what and meanwhile Daley was left to his own devices, and what mischievous devices they were. He always liked the idea of 'sticking it to the man' - now matter how sexually suggestive it sounded - and at the age of thirteen started doing just that.
He took a leaf out his father's book and dyed his hair the pretty black colour it is now, he experimented with drink and smoking for the first few months of his rebellious stage, by the time he was fifteen he had developed a love for Jack Daniels
Sample Rp
Daley was mildly surprised to hear the girl next to him say something, he presumed she was talking to him at least; he hid is surprise with a slight smirk as he glanced over at her, wondering how long she’d been here before he’d walked in.
He gave a small shrug, taking another drink and managed to stop himself from showing too much distaste “Each to their own,” He commented, glancing at her drink with a raised brow. “What’s that you’ve got? Some chick drink?” He questioned, by ‘chick drink’ he meant something like a cocktail of some sort – some the names given to cocktail’s amused him no end though. Screaming Orgasm, that was by far the best, hands down.
Daley ignored her second comment, figuring it was just a general one and not directly aimed at him, though he did agree with what she said, this place was dump and yet Daley still hadn’t brought it upon himself to find a descent bar. As long as they served drinks and the chicks were hot, what did he care? With that thought Daley twisted round on the stool of face the girl, looking at her face properly for the first time, she was bloody gorgeous, for some reason Daley hadn’t expected her to be so easy on the eye. Just goes to show life throws a curveball whenever the hell it pleases. “Eh?” Daley asked, realising she had spoken again. “If your school is Westfall, then yeah, I do,” He told her. “I take it you're not in the same year as me, otherwise we would have met before,” He commented, pausing in his little conversation to take another drink. Surprisingly the scotch didn’t taste so bad now. “I’m Daley.” He said once the liquid was swallowed.
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