Post by Roran Williams on Dec 25, 2007 3:05:25 GMT -5
Roran Williams
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Hear hear! Now you're famous
Do you know the price you pay?
I hope that ain't contagious
I ain't gonna live that way
Thank you, no
But I don't need to go to that spot
To get these climbers off my jock
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Hear hear! Now you're famous
Do you know the price you pay?
I hope that ain't contagious
I ain't gonna live that way
Thank you, no
But I don't need to go to that spot
To get these climbers off my jock
{ A Whitelighter is born
Name: Roran Dane Williams
Nickname: None
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Good or Evil: Good
Canon or original: Original
Face Claim: Ed Westwick
{ Who you are
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Skin: White
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 158 lbs.
Scars: None
Birthmarks: None
Piercings: None
Tattoos: None
Other: He's rather boring when it comes to looks.
{ Who you have become
Likes:
[+] Being rich
[+] Girls
[+] Acting
[+] Singing
[+] Designer clothes
[+] Helping others
[+] Attractive charges
[+] Immortality
[+] Orbing
[+] Beer
Dislikes:
[-] Being told what to do
[-] Having to be completely serious
[-] Tragedies
[-] Annoying paparazzi
[-] Untrue gossip about him
[-] Phone calls from his parents
[-] Girls who can't stop talking
[-] When his cell phone runs out of battery
[-] Coffee
[-] Learning boring history
Goals:
[/li][li] To gain even more fame despite his duty as a whitelighter
[/li][li] To fall in love to someone he truly cares for
[/li][li] To never leave San Francisco
Fears:
[x] To have his wings clipped
[x] To be shot by a darklighter
[x] To loose his fame and fortune
Personality:
typical actor/rocker;; Roran's main personality is just being your typical boy from Hollywood. He is obsessed with his acting more than anything else. He often just phases out from anything else and practices his lines for his next filming. And when he is not rehearsing or filming, Roran is writing songs. He isn't a really layed back kind of guy, but instead is always doing something. Roran loves being in the spotlight, and he can be rather arrogant at times.
partier;; Roran really loves to party and hang out with a variety of people. He would just love to party every day of the week, but he knows that wouldn't take him ver far in life. But, that's life- it can't just be one big party, or can it?
romancer;; Roran is somewhat of a classic romantic. He tends to hit on every girl he is around, and he is rather good at it. He is known to Hollywood as a hot bachelor. Some tend to fear him, well others find him completely irresistable.[/size]
{ How you came to be
Parents: Nathan Ian Williams [lawyer]
Elizabeth Alana Williams [nurse]
Siblings: None
Other: He comes from a very small family with very few relatives.
Pets: None
History:
THE BEGINNING
Roran Dane Williams was born on July 5th to the happy new couple of Nathan and Elizabeth Williams. He was born rich with his parents both having high class jobs and already coming from rich families themselves. Roran became the spoiled son as he is with his parents deciding not to have any more children themselves, instead they decided to focus on raising Roran the best that the could.
THE PRETEENS
Roran attended a private prep school in San Francisco where he immediately got into the popular crowd. Roran immediately showed signs of loving attention, and this continued when he reached the high school level.
THE TEENS
About at the time when Roran turned fourteen, his mom took him for an audition for a small role in an upcoming action film. Roran landed the role at the first casting, and he was forced to miss attending his first year of high school but instead had an onset tutor. Despite still living in San Francisco, his mom continued to take him to auditions. He was often not successful with them, but he still managed to gain many roles for a variety of different styles of films. Between the filming, at the age of sixteen, he started a band with a few of his friends from high school. It was only a small underground band, that wasn't and still isn't very popular, but it is something Roran enjoys to do outside of acting. From this Roran began to become the teenage heartthrob that he is today.
AFTER HIGH SCHOOL
Once he finished high school and turned eighteen, he was able to buy his own apartment in the city of San Francisco. It may be surprising to some that he didn't just move to L.A., but he just loved San Fran so much. On his own now, Roran could have the time of his life, attending many parties and going to numerous clubs in the city. But on one night, when Roran was coming home from a party, he spotted a woman probably in her mid-twenties walking through the street appearing to be a little wasted. Despite the late hour, the streets were still crowded with cars, and he watched as one taxi came zipping towards her direction. Roran ran into the street and was able to push her away, but instead he was hit by the car. Roran was reported dead soon later in the hospital, but from his good deed he was made into a whitelighter. The Elders allowed him to keep his old life, and they disguised his death, as long as he agreed to follow through with his whitelighter duties.
NOW
Roran now works as a whitelighter on top of being an actor. He still lives in San Francisco in his apartment. It was strange to Roran with all this happening so quicky, but somehow he was able to adjust with the change, and now helps his charges to the best of his ability.
{ Behind the Magic
Name: Kerry
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female
Experience: Awhile- probably seven years
Ways to contact you: PM or AIM
How you found us: I honestly don't remember.
the admin loves: Sure Do
Character Title: The Arrogant One
Rp Sample:
'Why don't you something with your life?'
The words of his father from his phone call last night echoed in Chris's head as she sat on his bed, his legs curled up to his chin. His tight blue-buttoned shirt was unbuttoned at the first few button-holes letting himself breathe and feel more relaxed after the fight between him and his father. Chris's sea-green eyes looked down at his unclean wooden floor. He spotted his worn out Romeo & Juliet book tossed into the corner of the room. If it was any other time, he would have immediately gotten up and put it back on his jammed-packed book shelf where it belonged, but now...
He did not know whether to get up and check if anyone else in the Manor was awake, but he supposed it was too early as he checked the alarm on his nightstand. Chris was debating on whether to go to class today, but after his conversation with his father last night, it seemed like he would not care whether or not he went to class to prepare him for becoming an author. Despite how Chris had attempted to mend his father and his relationship when he time traveled into the future to save Wyatt, somehow it had not worked completely. Chris leaned back against the backboard of his bed, and closed his eyes, hoping in some way he would fall back asleep.
Chris’s eyes sprang open as he heard something in the attic above him. He soon realized it just must be a rat or maybe even his imagination and nothing to worry about, but he debated on whether or not to get up and reveal that he was awake or just stay in bed figuring that if anyone saw him awake he would force him to go to class. But, Chris did just not see the point anymore in attending college, for it seemed like no one appreciated his dreams of becoming an author. He eyed the neatly stacked pile of papers on the desk of his room (which was once Prue’s and then Paige’s). These papers contained the first five chapters of his fantasy novel he had been working on over the past month, but hadn’t worked on for at least a week.
Chris finally decided to slowly get up. He headed for the bathroom, and silently turned on the faucet. He brought his face toward the sink and washed his face with the cold, clean water. Already shaved from the early, very early, morning when he was extremely bored without sheep, he reached for the bottle of hair gel in the cabinet and squirted some into his hand. He quickly gelled up the front part of his deep brown hair that usually acted as his bangs to frame around his eyes.
Even if he wasn’t going to go to class today, he at least had to look presentable. Chris changed out of the button shirt he had worn yesterday and all through the night and slipped on a bright orange t-shirt, accompanied by his favorite dusty green jacket. Leaving it unbuttoned, he sat back down on his bed still debating on whether to go downstairs or not.
