Post by WILLIAM QUINN SOLACE on Oct 14, 2010 21:38:04 GMT -5
WILLIAM
[/size] QUINN SOLACE 
Remember when you were a mad man
Thought you was bat man
And hit the party with a gas can
Kiss me you animal! [/size]
You want to know 'bout me? [/color]
* Full Name: [/color]William Quinn Solace
* Age: [/color]Nineteen
* Gender: [/color]Male
* Species: [/color] demi-god
* Olympian Parent: [/color] Apollo
* Sexuality: [/color]Straight
Well, I think I'm Sexy. [/color]
* Eyes: [/color]Blue
* Hair: [/color]Blond
* Birthmark: [/color]sun on his shoulder.
* Distinguishing Features: [/color]nose ring, platinum blond hair.
* Play By: [/color]Kyle Burns
* General Appearance: [/color] Well, William isn't like his siblings, he's completely different. He has bright blond hair which almost resembles the brightness of the sun and his blue eyes almost as blue as the skies on a summer's day. He was the rebel of his family, almost like a fire inside him, he's usually wearing jeans and a tee shirt. His nose ring is one piercing that he intends to keep with a couple more he's in the process of getting. Will has well you could call it a tattoo type of thing of a sun on his shoulder. He's had it for well, he noticed it when he was 16. His smile is nothing less than charming. But other than that he's quite the normal looking guy.
The Rest Might Be A Blur. [/color]
* Family: [/color] Macey Solace, Apollo god of the sun, Julia Solace and Courtney Solace
* Abilities: [/color]healing
* Pets: [/color]
* Anything Else: [/color]
* History: [/color] William was born to Macey and Apollo. It was kind of an unexpected thing. he was so amazing looking and she was somewhat average. He found her whit and amazing personality something that he wanted to have. It was something he found so interesting he wanted it to live on. And then there was William. William became someone Apollo watched over closely. He grew into a young boy who looked almost exactly like a young Apollo. Which couldn't make the sun god more proud. When he was five his mother re-married and when he was seven his twin sisters were born. They didn't look anything like William which didn't mind him for a little while but when he turned 16, he couldn't help but ask why he was so different from his sisters.
It was then and there where his mother sat down and well, let him know the origins of his platinum blond hair and clear blue eyes. all of his attributes, from his true father. Yes, it freaked him out but nothing changed his quirky and friendly attitude. William kept living life in a sort of denial. Which well, somewhat angered Apollo. William went about doing whatever he wanted. partying, he got his nose pierced, and he sure as hell did not listen to his mother. Apollo was quite outraged and well, took a nice little trip to earth. Seeing as direct contact was not allowed, he, might have caused slight blindness and a car accident. William was slightly injured but as the moments went by, his skin began to mend and well, he was fully healed. Nothing short of freaking out to follow, but William couldn't really believe what had happened, and neither could the bystanders. That's when William decided to go to a place a little more safe. A place where Apollo could provide for William and where Will could learn the ways of a demi-god.
Time to see, the real me. [/color]
* Name: [/color]Rae
* Age: [/color]19
* Rae [/color]
* Rp Sample: [/color]
Blake woke up with the sun in his face. He wasn’t really in the best state, as he let out a low groan. Looking over he saw a fuss of blond hair. He scrunched up his face in disapproval, he knew that the hair didn’t belong to the one woman he wished was sleeping next to him. Tossing around, he woke the young woman, she smiled and he smiled back. He wanted her to get out of his bus. They usually left by the time he woke up but, apparently not this bitch. He couldn’t wait for her to leave. He already heard the door slam but, because his curtain was drawn, he couldn’t see who it was, but the sweet smell, he could tell it was Spencer. She was furious with him. And well he didn’t quite understand why, but he had a small feeling as to why she was angry. Turning around again, the small woman wrapped her hands around Blake. He let out a small sigh. He was ready to push her out of bed. Turning on her back, he stared up at the top of the bunk which was filled with pictures of Spencer and Blake. Turning his head, he had enough with the one night stand, and smirked a bit and softly said “I think it’s time for you to get going, I need to get ready for work.” Although his band had the day off today, he knew he had to go and fix everything with Spencer, or at least try to, she was a VERY stubborn woman. She looked over at him and gave him one of the dirtiest looks ever, he didn’t really care but then again, it wasn’t every day he kicks a woman out of his bed. She scoffed and got her clothes, changed and left, the door slamming a second time.
Blake put his hands to his face and tried to wake up a little bit more. His hair was a slight mess but nothing he couldn’t fix. He drew the curtain back and more light flooded into his bunk. He wasn’t quite the morning person but it didn’t really bother him at this moment, he had more on his mind. He sat up, and let the cool air hit his chest, a shiver ran up and down his spine, but he wriggled it off. It reminded him of the days he’d spend in Spencer’s room. The nights where he’d climb up the water pipes, and quietly pick up the window, and climb inside. Almost every night he’d crawl into her bed, and sit up against her head board, and she’d cuddle up against his chest. It was the most amazing feeling in the world to him, to have his arms wrapped around her. She would just talk and let her feelings out. Everything from school to Kevin’s death, It wasn’t anything Blake hadn’t heard before. But, after signing on tour, Blake and Spencer lost that. I mean what would the guys say if every night, Blake would crawl into her bed and let her talk everything out? They would think the two of them were an item, or were in love. Well, Blake knew he loved Spencer. It was obvious he was in love with her, there was nothing that could change that either. He had something with Spencer, and it was, well, something he couldn’t and wouldn’t trade in for the world. Blake quickly shook his head and let his feelings erase for a moment.
Getting up, he walked over to his miniature closet and picked out a few pairs of clothing. A pair of jeans, and a plaid button down shirt, leaving the first two buttons open revealing his chest piece. He looked around and grabbed his scarf off the floor in front of his bed. He played around with his ears feeling the rocks in both lobes. Making sure that his gauges didn’t fall out. Crouching down into his, bunk, he grabbed his beanie and covered the mess of his hair, he found some socks and slid on a pair of converse. He looked around and grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lighter off of the kitchen table and slid on his rings and sun glasses. He checked the bus one more time, and made sure that Spencer wasn’t there. He knew exactly where she would be. The bus was empty, and well, Blake looked around and got off the bus and let the sun shine all over him. The warmth filled him and well, he couldn’t say he felt as though he was ready to talk to Spencer, but he was just hoping that he wouldn’t let it spill that he loves her. He feared that a lot, just saying it out of the blue. Just looking into her eyes, he could feel all the love in the world with her. He felt that way, for quite some time.
He found himself walking out of the parking lot. And looking back all the buses were nicely lined up with a few people walking back and forth. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his iPod. Putting the white buds into his ears, he began to drown out the sounds that surrounded him. The black pavement of the side walk underneath him shot a small pang of pain through his ankle. It wasn’t that bad, but, well, Blake was a klutz and when he got into his music, there was nothing that could stop him on stage. He had the sudden urge for a cigarette, it could have been the anxiety he had. Yeah, Blake suffered from anxiety and panic attacks and well, smoking helped him a lot, he did have a small smokers cough but nothing he was too worried about. He pulled out a cigarette and lit the small “cancer stick”. He walked by the tall hedges that surrounded the southern end of the park. Turning the corner, he saw the wrought iron gates, which lead into the park.
Walking through the gates, he threw the cigarette on the ground not really giving a shit about littering. He walked past the main fountain in the center of the park. Walking down a walkway that went through a small patch of woods, he found a clearing with a man made pond. A woman laid down by the pond, and he could tell in that exact moment who it was. “Spencer” he said to himself. We walked closer and as she came closer into view, her headphones were blasting My Chemical Romance. He knew she was upset just from the music choice. He knew what he was going to do. He was going to well, hold her like he used to. He walked up behind her, making sure his shadow wouldn’t get into her eyes. And well he knelt down on the ground, and, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her up against him. He sat down and let her lean against him. He pulled out her ear buds, and his own and spoke in her ear. “There’s something wrong, talk to me.”
Blake put his hands to his face and tried to wake up a little bit more. His hair was a slight mess but nothing he couldn’t fix. He drew the curtain back and more light flooded into his bunk. He wasn’t quite the morning person but it didn’t really bother him at this moment, he had more on his mind. He sat up, and let the cool air hit his chest, a shiver ran up and down his spine, but he wriggled it off. It reminded him of the days he’d spend in Spencer’s room. The nights where he’d climb up the water pipes, and quietly pick up the window, and climb inside. Almost every night he’d crawl into her bed, and sit up against her head board, and she’d cuddle up against his chest. It was the most amazing feeling in the world to him, to have his arms wrapped around her. She would just talk and let her feelings out. Everything from school to Kevin’s death, It wasn’t anything Blake hadn’t heard before. But, after signing on tour, Blake and Spencer lost that. I mean what would the guys say if every night, Blake would crawl into her bed and let her talk everything out? They would think the two of them were an item, or were in love. Well, Blake knew he loved Spencer. It was obvious he was in love with her, there was nothing that could change that either. He had something with Spencer, and it was, well, something he couldn’t and wouldn’t trade in for the world. Blake quickly shook his head and let his feelings erase for a moment.
Getting up, he walked over to his miniature closet and picked out a few pairs of clothing. A pair of jeans, and a plaid button down shirt, leaving the first two buttons open revealing his chest piece. He looked around and grabbed his scarf off the floor in front of his bed. He played around with his ears feeling the rocks in both lobes. Making sure that his gauges didn’t fall out. Crouching down into his, bunk, he grabbed his beanie and covered the mess of his hair, he found some socks and slid on a pair of converse. He looked around and grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lighter off of the kitchen table and slid on his rings and sun glasses. He checked the bus one more time, and made sure that Spencer wasn’t there. He knew exactly where she would be. The bus was empty, and well, Blake looked around and got off the bus and let the sun shine all over him. The warmth filled him and well, he couldn’t say he felt as though he was ready to talk to Spencer, but he was just hoping that he wouldn’t let it spill that he loves her. He feared that a lot, just saying it out of the blue. Just looking into her eyes, he could feel all the love in the world with her. He felt that way, for quite some time.
He found himself walking out of the parking lot. And looking back all the buses were nicely lined up with a few people walking back and forth. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his iPod. Putting the white buds into his ears, he began to drown out the sounds that surrounded him. The black pavement of the side walk underneath him shot a small pang of pain through his ankle. It wasn’t that bad, but, well, Blake was a klutz and when he got into his music, there was nothing that could stop him on stage. He had the sudden urge for a cigarette, it could have been the anxiety he had. Yeah, Blake suffered from anxiety and panic attacks and well, smoking helped him a lot, he did have a small smokers cough but nothing he was too worried about. He pulled out a cigarette and lit the small “cancer stick”. He walked by the tall hedges that surrounded the southern end of the park. Turning the corner, he saw the wrought iron gates, which lead into the park.
Walking through the gates, he threw the cigarette on the ground not really giving a shit about littering. He walked past the main fountain in the center of the park. Walking down a walkway that went through a small patch of woods, he found a clearing with a man made pond. A woman laid down by the pond, and he could tell in that exact moment who it was. “Spencer” he said to himself. We walked closer and as she came closer into view, her headphones were blasting My Chemical Romance. He knew she was upset just from the music choice. He knew what he was going to do. He was going to well, hold her like he used to. He walked up behind her, making sure his shadow wouldn’t get into her eyes. And well he knelt down on the ground, and, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her up against him. He sat down and let her lean against him. He pulled out her ear buds, and his own and spoke in her ear. “There’s something wrong, talk to me.”
The credits YO!. [/color]
This was all made by Cvdude86, You steal, I will hunt you down, and fucking beat you to the ground. [/center]
