Post by carter isaiah lightwood on Aug 15, 2011 8:27:22 GMT -5
( CarterIsaiahLightwood !? )
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you called i can't hear a thing i have got not service in the club you see
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full name. Carter Isaiah Lightwood
nicknames. "Cart", "Carty" whatever they can come up with.
gender. Male
birthday. January 4th
candles. Nineteen
orientation. Heterosexual
occupation. Killing the damned? =]
member group. Nephilim
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[/color] WHAT WHAT DID YOU SAY[/b][/color]are you breaking up on me sorry i cannot hear you i’m kinda busy
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other important stuff. Carter, as the oldest of the Lightwood children, has cleared the way for his two younger sisters. He had to deal with big, bad daddy and overprotective mommy before his sisters took their first breath. It doesn't matter that he should be in charge or that he's tougher or bigger. The fact remains that he helplessly loves his sisters and would gladly go shopping with them, maybe with the exception of waltzing into Victoria's Secret. He's a tough fighter, able to take down note-worthy opponents with ease. He has a tendency to block out everything around him when he fights, making him seem invincible. He looks up to his father and often likes to receive pointers from him, whether it be about being a good brother or how to hold a certain dagger properly. He's constantly looking out for his entire family and doesn't like to be judged because of this.
He's aware of Declan's constant battle with his sexuality and tries to be there for him, knowing full well what it's like to deal with internal conflict. After all, everyone has some garbage they carry around with them their whole life and Carter's no exception. Although he's aware of his troubles, he's oblivious to the fact that those feelings are towards him, which has made speaking with his close cousin more awkward lately.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
>> His family
>> Fighting
>> Weaponry
>> When Lilly cooks
>> Having his alone time after being dressed up by his sisters
>> Playing the piano, which he learned from his father
>> The fact that he's only had to deal with Ashlyn's love life, as Victoria has yet to obtain one
Dislikes:
>> His family/friends getting hurt
>> Conflict, mainly drama
>> Every single one of Ashlyn's ex-boyfriends
>> Mints
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[/color] JUST A SECOND[/b][/color]it's my favorite song they're gonna play and i cannot text you with a drink in my hand eh
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name/alias. Kelli
experience. I'd say about five years on and off. =D
factoid. DJ and I have been writing together for a very long time and I am currently at her house ;] [DJ: Hell yeah! xD]
codeword. ADMIN EDIT.
sample. A little background info: Okay, so DJ has Rhettie and Zell and as her co-author of sorts, I created the two girls for our Tokyo Institute, so this RP sample has them in it as well as Zell and Rhett [DJ: You would, Kelli. You realize that Zell is technically taken on this site right? Poor Alice!] SHUT UP DJ! Ahem, anyway, here it is ;]I apologize severely for the length!Sweat stuck to her like bitter honey, but nevertheless, she stepped up her game and went at it again. Training with her partner was always a fun experience, no matter how sweaty or tired or cranky they got afterwards. Or, at least, it was fun for them. Not so much for the boys.
Cherami swung at her vertically, which forced Alice to duck and roll in order to regain possession of her weapon that'd been thrown to the ground minutes ago via her partner's true hidden strength and Alice's inability to predict it. Once her seraph blade was back in her hands, she called its name, stood up, and pointed the blade to Cherami's back, smirking in delight. Her partner wasn't about to let her have a win so easily and she forced her right leg in between Alice's two, shoving her torso away from her body. As she was pushed back, Alice managed to gain hold of Cherami's weapon, a slightly less thick seraph blade, one her father had crafted himself to suit his daughter's needs.
"You should learn to hold on to this more," she said, a slight panting heard in her voice. She held up the weapon, letting it dangle tauntingly from her fingers.
Cherami waved her off, equally tired. "Lucky shot, Allie," she said and plucked her weapon from her partner's hold.
A clapping resounded throughout the dojo and the girls turned to the rice paper doors, both equally suspicious and yet expecting. As they both expected, there stood Zell, looking as cockily amused as usual, clapping his hands like he'd seen a sexy cat fight at a strip club. He leaned against the door, his katana sheathed and itching for a battle.
"What do you want?" Cheri asked unappreciatively as he strolled into the dojo like he owned it. "We're in the middle of something here."
"It pains me to see how much you like me," said Zell sarcastically. Cheri only offered a smug of a smile and placed her hands on her hips. "I got bored, so I figured I'd come join you two."
"We're just finishing up," Alice said apologetically. Zell frowned considerably at this. "Where's Rhett?" she asked, noticing that his parabatai wasn't behind him as usual.
Zell shrugged. "I didn't really ask where he was going."
"You two are fighting again, aren't you?" asked Alice.
He seemed dumbfounded. "Fighting? Rhett and I don't fight. We've never!"
He was cut off by Cheri's loud and continuous laughter. She placed a hand on her forehead, wearily, and fought back the urge to actually tear from laughing so hard. It was the type of laughter where, if she looked at Zell, she would only laugh harder, so she made her way to the back of the dojo, where the fridge full of cold and crisp drinks were located. Zell watched after her, his entire brow rose with a skeptic expression on his face, as if he was questioning the girl's sanity.
"What she means to say," Alice began, looking from a laughing Cheri to a freaked out Zell, "is that you and Rhett have had your fair share of fights, Zell."
"Name one time."
Alice rolled her eyes. "Too many to choose from."
Now he looked hurt. "Do we really fight that much?"
"You certainly do bicker, Zell," Alice said, "but that's perfectly normal. You seem to forget that you're two different people. No matter how close to each other you are, you're going to butt heads. As long as you forgive each other by the end of the day, you're fine."
To this, Zell smiled. "Rhettie like to hold grudges."
Alice was confused. "He!? No, he doesn't." Zell only shrugged.
By the time Cheri returned, her fit of laughter had ended and she held in her hands three bottles of ramune. Zell, all excited, shottied the Blue Hawaii flavor and downed it in seconds, shaking the bottle triumphantly as if he was torturing the little glass marble inside.
"Are you gonna smash it?" Cheri asked, referring to the traditional way the kids liked to get the marble inside the bottle.
"Nah, I think I'll keep this one."
"Why would you do that?"
It was Rhett, returning from wherever he'd run off to. He looked slightly serious, with his shoulders set and his jaw in a stubborn line. Alice wondered idly if he'd gotten mixed up in a Yakuza fight. It would explain the light scratch along his cheek.
"Just because," answered Zell nonchalantly. "Oh and uh, if you're going to start a fight Rhettie, the least you could do is come back unharmed. Contrary to popular belief, it isn't cool to have a battle scar on your face. It doesn't make you look badass, it makes you look like a loser."
Rhett narrowed his vision and less than a second later, grabbed the ramune bottle from Zell's hand and threw it to the ground, smashing the glass into millions of pieces. The marble rolled out of the chaos and into a tight crevice under the pile of training mats.
As Rhett stalked away, Zell couldn't help but smile triumphantly. He turned to the girls.
"Wow," said Alice, "he really does hold grudges, doesn't he?"
Zell nodded and went to retrieve the broom and pan.
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[/justify]This character application was made by danger (aka pixified of caution 2.0). The lyrics are from the song "telephone", which belongs to Lady Gaga. I don't claim those. But all the rest is mine. Just because I didn't post it on caution doesn't make it not mine. Do not remove or edit this credit under any circumstances. Just don't. I really don't want to have to dig my shotgun out of the closet and come hunt you down for stealing all of my hard work.
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