Post by Myranda on Jul 7, 2010 14:08:32 GMT -6
Craig Quincy MacNamara
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Full Birth Name:
Craig Quincy MacNamara
Nicknames:
Just Craig
Birth date:
October 15, 1993
Sex:
Male
Age:
Seventeen
Full Birth Name:
Craig Quincy MacNamara
Nicknames:
Just Craig
Birth date:
October 15, 1993
Sex:
Male
Age:
Seventeen
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Grade:
Going into 12th grade.
Social Status:
Partiers/Druggies
Grade:
Going into 12th grade.
Social Status:
Partiers/Druggies
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Personality:
He'd like to think he was a fun guy, due to the fact that he loves parties, pranks, underaged drinking, and pot. He makes friends easily, because he lives strictly on the stoner code; share! It takes a lot to make him angry because frankly he doesn't give a shit about anything. He's a major flirt; he's sexy and he knows it. He would like to be mysterious, but he's not. Anyone could know his life story just by looking at him. He's easy to talk to, and very open. Tact is not his strong point- if your fly is down, he's going to tell you in the most indiscreet way possible. Craig really, really hates politics. But, he knows a lot about them. He can hold a conversation about politics and view points on certain political issues pretty well, as long as you know a thing or two about them as well. He loves debating- it's like, his passion. He would make an awesome lawyer some day, but he's so against anything in that field that it simply doesn't matter.
Craig loves the opposite sex almost as much as he loves his dog, Wiener. And, trust me, that's a lot. He's a hopeless romantic who will go out of his way to woo a girl, even if he just met her. A lot of people would look at him and think he was stupid for even bothering with girls; he has so much potential, so many other things to worry about. But, he would just look back at them, flash a smile, and hand them his middle finger. Although he does like to flirt, he's not the kind of guy who will mope because a girl turned him down. If she's really worth it, he'll try again. And if she's not, and he knows she's not, he'll get over it in no time.
Likes:
( At least ten things )
-Leather Jackets-
-Girls With Tattoos-
-The Smell of Strawberries-
-Vodka Soda-
-The Sound Staplers Make-
-iCarly (He'll Admit It!)-
-dotdotcurve & isetmyfriendsonfire-
-To Play The Piano-
-Monopoly-
-Bright Eyes-
Dislikes
( At least ten things )
-Assholes-
-Hardcore Drugs-
-The Beatles-
-Apple (the company)-
-Apples (the fruit)-
-No. 2 Pencils-
-The Word "Nostril"-
-Pretty Girls Who Settle For Dick Guys-
-The Color Red-
-Most Julia Roberts Movies-
Strengths:
( At least four things )
-Flirting-
-Putting His Entire Fist In His Mouth-
-Drawing Muscle Men-
-Writing Lyrics & Piano Music-
Weaknesses:
( At least four things )
-Girls With Super Long Hair-
-Technology-
-The Electric Guitar-
-He Lies... A Lot-
Theme Songs:
I Wanna Love You- Akon
The Church Of Hot Addiction- Cobra Starship
Replay- Close To Home
Suburban Home- The Descendants
Anything Else: (Quirks, clothing style, height, stuff like that!)
-He's 6'2-
-He's got a photographic memory-
Personality:
He'd like to think he was a fun guy, due to the fact that he loves parties, pranks, underaged drinking, and pot. He makes friends easily, because he lives strictly on the stoner code; share! It takes a lot to make him angry because frankly he doesn't give a shit about anything. He's a major flirt; he's sexy and he knows it. He would like to be mysterious, but he's not. Anyone could know his life story just by looking at him. He's easy to talk to, and very open. Tact is not his strong point- if your fly is down, he's going to tell you in the most indiscreet way possible. Craig really, really hates politics. But, he knows a lot about them. He can hold a conversation about politics and view points on certain political issues pretty well, as long as you know a thing or two about them as well. He loves debating- it's like, his passion. He would make an awesome lawyer some day, but he's so against anything in that field that it simply doesn't matter.
Craig loves the opposite sex almost as much as he loves his dog, Wiener. And, trust me, that's a lot. He's a hopeless romantic who will go out of his way to woo a girl, even if he just met her. A lot of people would look at him and think he was stupid for even bothering with girls; he has so much potential, so many other things to worry about. But, he would just look back at them, flash a smile, and hand them his middle finger. Although he does like to flirt, he's not the kind of guy who will mope because a girl turned him down. If she's really worth it, he'll try again. And if she's not, and he knows she's not, he'll get over it in no time.
Likes:
( At least ten things )
-Leather Jackets-
-Girls With Tattoos-
-The Smell of Strawberries-
-Vodka Soda-
-The Sound Staplers Make-
-iCarly (He'll Admit It!)-
-dotdotcurve & isetmyfriendsonfire-
-To Play The Piano-
-Monopoly-
-Bright Eyes-
Dislikes
( At least ten things )
-Assholes-
-Hardcore Drugs-
-The Beatles-
-Apple (the company)-
-Apples (the fruit)-
-No. 2 Pencils-
-The Word "Nostril"-
-Pretty Girls Who Settle For Dick Guys-
-The Color Red-
-Most Julia Roberts Movies-
Strengths:
( At least four things )
-Flirting-
-Putting His Entire Fist In His Mouth-
-Drawing Muscle Men-
-Writing Lyrics & Piano Music-
Weaknesses:
( At least four things )
-Girls With Super Long Hair-
-Technology-
-The Electric Guitar-
-He Lies... A Lot-
Theme Songs:
I Wanna Love You- Akon
The Church Of Hot Addiction- Cobra Starship
Replay- Close To Home
Suburban Home- The Descendants
Anything Else: (Quirks, clothing style, height, stuff like that!)
-He's 6'2-
-He's got a photographic memory-
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Past
Parents:
Mom, back in Nashville.
Siblings:
None.
Pets:
His dog, Wiener. He was originally going to name the dog Micheal Speenis, but decided that would be too rude.
Place of Birth:
Nashville, Tennessee.
Ethnicity:
Danish, a little bit of Irish, and mostly German.
Past: (at least 250 words)
He grew up in home sweet Nashville, Tennesee, where he tried to make a name for himself. But talented singers and songwriters come in abundance in Nashville. His mom kicked him out of the house when she came back from jail, and he had been couch surfing for a while. He later heard about Rosewood, and it sounded great. Affordable, comfortable, not to mention he needed to re-do his senior year because he was credit defficient. So the first train ride out he hopped on, singing, "No. Sleep. 'Till Brooklyn." He has yet to meet anybody, but the second he makes friends, he's going to throw a mother fucking party.
Poor Craig is just like everybody else; terrible home life, wants to be famous someday, doesn't know his father, and his mother's an abuser. He knows the issue; he knows he's just like everybody else. The difference is that Craig wants to be different. He wants to be one of those kids with two parents. He wants to be happy, live in the suburbs in a house that looks like every other house on that same block, and he wants to have a little sister who annoys the crap out of him. But he doesn't. So what does he do to make up for it? He lies like a mad man. He'll tell people anything if it makes his life sound better. "Oh, yeah, me and my dad actually are going fishing this weekend." He's never met his dad, and never will. "Oh, my sister used to play that game a lot. Except, she sucked and would always ask for my help." Sister? "Oh, yeah. My room is the upper loft of our two-story home. It rocks." He lives in a two bedroom apartment.
Past
Parents:
Mom, back in Nashville.
Siblings:
None.
Pets:
His dog, Wiener. He was originally going to name the dog Micheal Speenis, but decided that would be too rude.
Place of Birth:
Nashville, Tennessee.
Ethnicity:
Danish, a little bit of Irish, and mostly German.
Past: (at least 250 words)
He grew up in home sweet Nashville, Tennesee, where he tried to make a name for himself. But talented singers and songwriters come in abundance in Nashville. His mom kicked him out of the house when she came back from jail, and he had been couch surfing for a while. He later heard about Rosewood, and it sounded great. Affordable, comfortable, not to mention he needed to re-do his senior year because he was credit defficient. So the first train ride out he hopped on, singing, "No. Sleep. 'Till Brooklyn." He has yet to meet anybody, but the second he makes friends, he's going to throw a mother fucking party.
Poor Craig is just like everybody else; terrible home life, wants to be famous someday, doesn't know his father, and his mother's an abuser. He knows the issue; he knows he's just like everybody else. The difference is that Craig wants to be different. He wants to be one of those kids with two parents. He wants to be happy, live in the suburbs in a house that looks like every other house on that same block, and he wants to have a little sister who annoys the crap out of him. But he doesn't. So what does he do to make up for it? He lies like a mad man. He'll tell people anything if it makes his life sound better. "Oh, yeah, me and my dad actually are going fishing this weekend." He's never met his dad, and never will. "Oh, my sister used to play that game a lot. Except, she sucked and would always ask for my help." Sister? "Oh, yeah. My room is the upper loft of our two-story home. It rocks." He lives in a two bedroom apartment.
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Sample Post:
"You're breaking up with me?" Craig tried not to breathe into the phone, but it was one of those phones that wraps around your face a little. Actually, in this moment he didn't have to try not to breathe into the phone; breathing at all was his top priority. "Uhm, yeah." The voice on the other line was cold, heartless, and extremely sexy when it was pissed. Craig shook the thought out of his head. "But-" he stuttered, and knew he sounded incredibly dumb, "but," he tried again. Taking a deep breath, he let it out. "You can't break up with me." He sniffled, but didn't cry. He refused, of course, to cry. "I can do whatever the hell I damn well please!" Craig swallowed hard and nodded, even though he knew she couldn't see him through the phone. "Yeah," he coughed. "Yeah, I guess you can. I want my ring back." He said, his voice plain and almost as cold as hers was. She didn't respond immediately, like he had expected her to. In fact, she didn't respond at all. "Hello? Did you hear me? I want. My fucking. Ring back." He heard her start to sniffle on the other line. Why was she crying? Up until now, she hadn't shown any signs of caring at all. "I... can't give it back to you." She said.
Craig stuck his jaw out. "You can't give it back to me?" He didn't want to hear her bullshit anymore; he hung up the phone, and promptly turned forcefully to punch a hole in his wall. "What the hell was that?!" His mother yelled from the other room. "Nothing!" Craig yelled angrily back. "Go back to sleep!" The door to his room opened, to reveal his mom in hair curlers and an old, pink robe. She was smoking a cigarette. "Are you going to pay for that hole in the wall?" She asked, glaring at him. "Yes, ma. Go back to sleep." She took a few steps towards him. "'Cause I'm not going to pay for that hole in the wall." Craig shot her a look. "I'll pay for it." His mother continued towards him, her cigarette almost through. She leaned over and took the cigarette out of her mouth, and pressed it into his neck. Craig clenched his teeth, the cigarette burning through the skin on his neck. He knew better than to even flinch. He could handle this, better than he could handle what she'd do to him if he flinched and ran off. "You better." She said, her mouth in a red, crooked, half-smile as she walked out of his room and slammed the door.
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"You're breaking up with me?" Craig tried not to breathe into the phone, but it was one of those phones that wraps around your face a little. Actually, in this moment he didn't have to try not to breathe into the phone; breathing at all was his top priority. "Uhm, yeah." The voice on the other line was cold, heartless, and extremely sexy when it was pissed. Craig shook the thought out of his head. "But-" he stuttered, and knew he sounded incredibly dumb, "but," he tried again. Taking a deep breath, he let it out. "You can't break up with me." He sniffled, but didn't cry. He refused, of course, to cry. "I can do whatever the hell I damn well please!" Craig swallowed hard and nodded, even though he knew she couldn't see him through the phone. "Yeah," he coughed. "Yeah, I guess you can. I want my ring back." He said, his voice plain and almost as cold as hers was. She didn't respond immediately, like he had expected her to. In fact, she didn't respond at all. "Hello? Did you hear me? I want. My fucking. Ring back." He heard her start to sniffle on the other line. Why was she crying? Up until now, she hadn't shown any signs of caring at all. "I... can't give it back to you." She said.
Craig stuck his jaw out. "You can't give it back to me?" He didn't want to hear her bullshit anymore; he hung up the phone, and promptly turned forcefully to punch a hole in his wall. "What the hell was that?!" His mother yelled from the other room. "Nothing!" Craig yelled angrily back. "Go back to sleep!" The door to his room opened, to reveal his mom in hair curlers and an old, pink robe. She was smoking a cigarette. "Are you going to pay for that hole in the wall?" She asked, glaring at him. "Yes, ma. Go back to sleep." She took a few steps towards him. "'Cause I'm not going to pay for that hole in the wall." Craig shot her a look. "I'll pay for it." His mother continued towards him, her cigarette almost through. She leaned over and took the cigarette out of her mouth, and pressed it into his neck. Craig clenched his teeth, the cigarette burning through the skin on his neck. He knew better than to even flinch. He could handle this, better than he could handle what she'd do to him if he flinched and ran off. "You better." She said, her mouth in a red, crooked, half-smile as she walked out of his room and slammed the door.