Abel Declerk

[Abel Declerk]

* Abel Matthew Declerk !

* who i am

NAME: Abel Declerk
AGE: Seventeen
OCCUPATION: Student
GRADE: Junior
CELEB: Justin Chatwin

* outs

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HAIR: Dark brown
EYES: Blueish gray
HEIGHT: 6'

* wha

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LIKES:

• Blonde girls
  
• Baseball
  
• Alternative rock
  
• Afternoon naps
  
• Hanging out with friends
  
• Small dogs, which he'd never admit
  

DISLIKES:

• Being cheated on
  
• Rejection
  
• Writing papers for school
  
• Rebels
  
• Bad drivers
  
• Football, which he would never tell his guyfriends
  

FEARS:

• Spiders (not that he'd admit it!)
  
• Social rejection
  
• Failure
  
• Lack of structure
  
• Embarassing himself in front of a girl he likes
  

GOALS:

• Find a good, productive career
  
• Get a girlfriend
  

PERSONALITY:
Abel is generally an agreeable person. He's calm and not easily angered, a real mediator type person. He has a strong "type B" personality in which he likes routine and is very compassionate. He genuinely and truly cares. Generally, he's a pretty good student. While he likes social activities, he is more likely to hang out with one close friend than to go partying. In fact, he's more likely to write the next big American symphony than to go partying, and he can't even read music. He is neither outgoing nor shy, as he is neither fully introverted nor fully extroverted. He isn't the kind of person to pick up a book, but he'll find something more exciting to do than play video games or watch TV. Thankfully, his self-esteem is average.

Abe isn't the brightest crayon in the box. He tries hard in school, so he ends up with moderately good grades, but he's not terribly book smart. He's also not very people-smart, and he often doesn't understand when people are upset and why. Since he's not very direct with stating what he wants and needs, it's easy for people to "walk all over him" and take advantage of him. He's not very forgiving to wrongdoings, and he can hold grudges; however, he's not a vengeful person. His more adventurous friends can see him as a bit of a party-pooper at times, and he is against drug and alcohol abuse and a lacking in a sense of adventure. He's a little bit sad with a feeling that something's missing.

Abe's dating history has been lacking in quality, which affects his outlook on high school relationships. He thinks they're absolutely pointless but fun. He's had a total of ten girlfriends since the sixth grade, his longest relationship lasting only four months sophomore year. Somehow he attracts the flirtatious, promiscuous girls, so he's been cheated on more than once. His most recent relationship lasted for a month with a girl who ended up falling for his friend. He is very straight, and he doesn't like for people to think otherwise. His perfect girl is happy, nice, sweet, cute, and blonde... but he's willing to compromise.

* come

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PARENTS: (Joe, 45, government engineer) (Jane, 49, macrobiologist)
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER RELATIVES: None close
AUTOBIOGRAPHY: Abel was born and raised in small-town Colorado, which may explain his sheltered view on the world. Being the son of a government engineer and a macrobiology professor, he has always been privelidged. He might be considered spoiled, as he's lived in only big houses and beautiful surroundings.

Growing up, his parents generally got along. Every time they fought, they would make sure he couldn't hear. However, a few times he heard what was going on and felt awful. Since then, he has hated conflict. He gets this feeling in the pit of his stomach when he disappoints people because once his parents were fighting about him.

In elementary school, he was picked on a lot because he looked quite dorky, oversized glasses and all. He's very careful to look his best because of it. Mostly, he had a happy childhood playing baseball and drawing on the sidewalks with chalk, normal kid behavior.

* wha

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: (Kinda embarassing; this was during the vampire/werewolf RP phase)

From the staircase leading up to the main entrance of the school, Abel attempted to paint the snowy landscape and its backdrop of snow-covered trees for his Art class. It was due the next day, and he was to paint the area surrounding the school. How wonderful that he had chosen to procrastinate until it had snowed. He was rapidly discovering how difficult it was to paint an all-white picture without making the canvas seem blank. That would go over well with his teacher.

With a grin he remembered that it was the full moon soon. If the snow didn't melt, his werewolf friends would have a hard time escaping into the forest without leaving footprints. In that way, snow was the only thing keeping the werewolves from feeding; how ironic that they only place people were safe from the beasts was in the school where they roamed free. A death in the school would mean it, as well as New Evanston, would shut down, ruining the monsters' futures: not just the werewolves but the vampires and demons too.

His mind snapped back to his painting. Realizing he had spilled blue paint all over his picture, he cursed loudly before realizing that a hint of blue would make the snow look like, well, snow. However, he cursed loudly again when he realized he had no more blue paint left, for it was all over his canvas and the snow around him.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of laughter taunting someone. The laughter had that ringing sense of sarcasm and general unfairness. Seeing an opportunity for a break from his painting, Abel stood up and looked around the corner. He smiled when he saw who was being taunted- a member of that damn "Witch Hunter" club. Oh how the skeptics amused him with their absolute conviction in the idea that monsters did not exist. They were the kind that were targeted first since they posed the least threat. Come to think of it, it had been a while since Abel had had anything to drink...

His mouth twitched as he saw Regan, who he had known through his Art III class, tilt her head back and stare at the sky. Why didn't it bother her? It would definately bother him if someone was mocking his beliefs. Passive was not his style. Then again, these were the things that made them so different, prevented them from becoming friends.

As the two jerks prodded on, Abel stepped in. "Is she talking her nonsense about the vampires again?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You know they're not real. It's just gross that something would want to suck blood out of someone else."

He laughed inside. To everyone, he was just another skeptic.

* the

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NAME: You can call me Travis
AGE: 16
EXPERIENCE: A couple of years
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