Title: WHITE, troy bradley
Troy Bradley White - July 19, 2007 11:36 PM (GMT)
__++hello. my name is…
name/nickname:: Erin
age:: 17
experience:: I own the site
other characters here:: Kella Credence Diesel, Danica Jade Caprice, Jude Parker Devereux
__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: Troy Bradley White
nickname(s):: Whatever anybody can come up with
birthdate:: October 3rd, 1990
age:: 24
ethnicity:: German, Dutch American
orientation:: Heterosexual
species:: Vampire
belongs too:: Sanguinaire
title:: Member
&&__physical description
height:: 6’ 1”
weight:: 187 lbs
eye color:: Brown, but go black when feeding.
hair color:: It’s cut short so sometimes it’s hard to tell, but it is black.
body type:: Bulky, yet muscular
distinguishing marks:: A two inch scar on the back of his head where he got bit by a dog as a young child.
dress style:: He goes for the classy, casual look. Sometimes there are suits, but only when he’s in the mood for a little larceny and is in need of some formal disguise. But damn does that body look good in a suit, even a tux. Yet, around the mansion, he’s seen in jeans, boots, cotton tees, and sometimes and button down unbuttoned. A lot of the time it looks like Troy is just a real slob, wearing clothes day after day and the five o’clock shadow just almost makes him look like a bum, an extremely hot one at that. It really doesn’t matter to him what he wears. True, it’s nice to look good, but it’s that effortless style that makes him look doable.
portrayal:: Matthew Fox
picture::
&&__personality test
likes::
general description:: Most of the time, Troy can just be a cocky, selfish little bugger with nothing better to do then please himself, which seems to work well for him. Sometimes its just fighting for the sake of it, getting drunk and having a one night stand with some chick, riding off into the night on his motorcycle, stealing something – rather it’s a minor or grand theft, he’ll find something to do and somebody to do it with, if that’s what he’s in the mood for. He can also be the cool collected bachelor that just has a horrible habit of cursing like a sailor. Rarely does he ever get depressed or really put off. Just a happy, self-righteous dude this vampire is.
&&__battle royale
artillary:: Located in the dark crevices of the storage department of his motorcycle is some sort of gun that’s been in there for quite some time. It hasn’t been used or clean in ages. Hell, who knows if there’s even any ammunition in it?
swordsmanship:: It’s something that should be learned by him, but he’s too lazy and stubborn. It’s not a skill that was burned into genetics, so the guy figures if he can’t get it right off the bat that there’s no point in trying to learn it.
martial arts:: No! This is one thing he can’t do and that is for certain! There’s no fluidity or agility in that body. It usally just pisses him off more than anything else in the world!
combat:: This is his best skill, but it’s nothing formal or anything. Good old street fighting got him far enough in the world, why learn anything else? A quick swift to the neck, back of the head, or just going for the legs so they can’t fight anymore seem to do the job. When it’s a fight that seems almost impossible, he’ll get cocky and fight dirty.
&&__family history
father’s name:: James White
mother’s name:: Dianna White
sibling’s name:: Michaela White (19), Blake White (16)
general history::
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample:: Treasure Island. This was enemy territory, in a sense anyway. Sure, friends were made from other casinos and hotels, but never did the Turner man want to go stumbling around in them. It wasn't fear, but caution. Who knew if anybody was going to put a fist to his gorgeous face for being from Caesar’s? Okay, odds were it was unlikely to heppen, but there was a certain respect somewhere in his beliefs not to go stumble into another hotel and/or casino if one worked for another one. To Camden, it was like breaking some sort of code between brothers or something. It was weird, but that didn't really matter. Treasure Island didn't really qualify as a hotel or casino for him at all! This was maybe his least favorite place in the whole of Las Vegas with pirates running around. Pirates weren't something that sparked any sort of interest in the security guard. Where did that take anybody in life? To some sort of pirate movie? Oh, well, Vegas offered dreams that few would expect to be there. The dancers, however, were pretty damn good and kind of made up for the uniqueness that Treasure Island held. A drink or two would really be needed to just make it for the short of amount of time that would be spent in the confounded place.
The main reason for being in enemy territory was the search for Bryleigh. There hadn't been any formal meeting, but the feeling of wanting to argue - or was it to make out? - was pulsating through him. Besides, it had been a while since his baby blues had last seen her. The most that was really known about her job was that she was an exotic dancer and worked at Treasure Island. That was pretty much the extent. He wasn't certain if she would be at Mist or at Tangerine, so he left a message with some form of management to say that a client of some sort was searching for her. Or had it been lawyer? Or brother? Cam couldn't really remember since that excuse had been used so many times with so many variations that it was hard to keep track. The funny thing was that nobody had really caught on. It hadn't been used in many of the hotels or casinos, but at restaurants or clubs or some place with a lot of people. Ok, so all of Las Vegas was pretty much like that, but only one out of ten times did it not work. The method was good and there wasn't much point in changing it until it didn't work three times out of ten. So the statistics were made up, but they were still pretty good!
The wonderful thing that Mist offered was that there weren't any people dressed like they had just come from the beach. The guy from Caesar's wasn't looking like that. The jeans covering his muscular legs were a dark blue with very little fading to them, a button down cotton t-shirt, and a pinstripe blazer. A pair of sunglasses had been over his eyes, but it was far too dark to be wearing them anymore. Putting them safely in the inside pocket of the jacket, Camden found a waitress going by and asked, "Can I get a beer, lovely?" Lovely was what he called every waitress that he didn't know. Usually brightened their day when it wasn't said with force. The way he said it was rather mild. "Anything is fine." With that, he pointed to one of the couches he'd be sitting at. Dancing, let alone moving after that busy day, seemed almost difficult. The waitress came back over with his beer, just the way he liked it when a drink was taken, and thanked her kindly. For the time being, he'd just have to sit there and drink until Bryleigh came around. Hell, it was a risk just assuming that she was working that night. If she never showed, there were plenty of fine specimens around. Man, it was easy to hope she'd get there soon because plenty of them were looking his way and he couldn't bare to break their hearts, or their sex drive
member title:: an [.adrenaline.] rush
name/nickname:: Erin
age:: 17
experience:: I own the site
other characters here:: Kella Credence Diesel, Danica Jade Caprice, Jude Parker Devereux
__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: Troy Bradley White
nickname(s):: Whatever anybody can come up with
birthdate:: October 3rd, 1990
age:: 24
ethnicity:: German, Dutch American
orientation:: Heterosexual
species:: Vampire
belongs too:: Sanguinaire
title:: Member
&&__physical description
height:: 6’ 1”
weight:: 187 lbs
eye color:: Brown, but go black when feeding.
hair color:: It’s cut short so sometimes it’s hard to tell, but it is black.
body type:: Bulky, yet muscular
distinguishing marks:: A two inch scar on the back of his head where he got bit by a dog as a young child.
dress style:: He goes for the classy, casual look. Sometimes there are suits, but only when he’s in the mood for a little larceny and is in need of some formal disguise. But damn does that body look good in a suit, even a tux. Yet, around the mansion, he’s seen in jeans, boots, cotton tees, and sometimes and button down unbuttoned. A lot of the time it looks like Troy is just a real slob, wearing clothes day after day and the five o’clock shadow just almost makes him look like a bum, an extremely hot one at that. It really doesn’t matter to him what he wears. True, it’s nice to look good, but it’s that effortless style that makes him look doable.
portrayal:: Matthew Fox
picture::
&&__personality test
likes::
- - sexy women
-sex
-cars
-beer
-keeping in shape
-fighting
-tattoos on women
-gambling
-pushing the boundaries
-motorcycles
-breaking and entering/stealing
-cursing
-money
-classic rock
- -girls that talk too much
-things handed to him
-privileged people
-toxins for the body
-children
-spring – seems pointless
-hunting people – there are better ways to break laws
-taunting people just for fun – fight to fight
-feminine men
-being told what to do by humans
-ignorant people
-conformity
- -showing off/outdoing others
-doesn’t really say no to a dare/fight
-his humor can seem a bit rude
-curses and doesn’t even know it
-chews the skin of his upper lip
general description:: Most of the time, Troy can just be a cocky, selfish little bugger with nothing better to do then please himself, which seems to work well for him. Sometimes its just fighting for the sake of it, getting drunk and having a one night stand with some chick, riding off into the night on his motorcycle, stealing something – rather it’s a minor or grand theft, he’ll find something to do and somebody to do it with, if that’s what he’s in the mood for. He can also be the cool collected bachelor that just has a horrible habit of cursing like a sailor. Rarely does he ever get depressed or really put off. Just a happy, self-righteous dude this vampire is.
&&__battle royale
artillary:: Located in the dark crevices of the storage department of his motorcycle is some sort of gun that’s been in there for quite some time. It hasn’t been used or clean in ages. Hell, who knows if there’s even any ammunition in it?
swordsmanship:: It’s something that should be learned by him, but he’s too lazy and stubborn. It’s not a skill that was burned into genetics, so the guy figures if he can’t get it right off the bat that there’s no point in trying to learn it.
martial arts:: No! This is one thing he can’t do and that is for certain! There’s no fluidity or agility in that body. It usally just pisses him off more than anything else in the world!
combat:: This is his best skill, but it’s nothing formal or anything. Good old street fighting got him far enough in the world, why learn anything else? A quick swift to the neck, back of the head, or just going for the legs so they can’t fight anymore seem to do the job. When it’s a fight that seems almost impossible, he’ll get cocky and fight dirty.
&&__family history
father’s name:: James White
mother’s name:: Dianna White
sibling’s name:: Michaela White (19), Blake White (16)
general history::
- -The eldest White child was given birth in the backseat of a car. This could be faulted by James White who was away on business away from pregnant mother and Dianna’s mother-in-law in Columbus, Ohio.
-Mrs. White, James’ mother, had been and still was a registered nurse, so she became the doctor when she knew that they wouldn’t make it to the hospital in time.
-This was only because Dianna insisted on getting the batch of muffins she had been baking out of the oven or they would burn. Dianna always had a weird sense of humor about that sort of thing. She claimed she couldn’t even feel it.
-When the paramedics finally came, the birth was done and they only took her to the hospital to make sure that little baby Troy would be all right, that nothing happened on his way out.
-Between the days of birth to two was pretty much the same, but not so with his mother. With a newborn, she became severely depressed. With this, James became severely scared for his wife so started working from home, taking after the baby.
-Things looked better for both mother and baby, and mother and father. Their marriage had been on the rocks and it apparently took a bout of depression from the misses to make them realize their love for each other.
-When the toddler was about five now, he was given a little sister, whom they named Michaela after mother-in-law White. Dianna didn’t contract depression, but Troy did wish awful things to the little worm that stole his spotlight.
-Finally, giving up the path of attention in a mild way, the young lad began to climb things that shouldn’t have been climbed at that age; trees, the house, and even the garden shed with a pile of boards with nails in them still. This got the attention he wanted, but not until he stepped on a nail and taken to the ER.
-Three more years passed and when he was eight, received a little brother Blake. Now Blake he didn’t mind. It was brotherly love from the instant; like they’d be best friends for life, drinking buddies, get advice for girls, everything imaginable.
-In the elementary years, he never really fought with the other kids. That started in junior high when he was the first boy to actually go through puberty. For a year and a half he was a gangly, unattractive male who got picked on often. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he usually hit them.
-Finally, high school rolled around and puberty had left the boy a man; golden skin, taller than a tree, stronger than an ox, and features that started driving the girls crazy. He didn’t take much notice to them until senior year when the basketball captain stardom got him all the girls he wanted.
-After graduation, he went to community college for four years for technology and stopped after that. Learning wasn’t his best skill and life seemed too important to throw more of it away for school. Getting a job at the factory, he saved up enough for a motorcycle, which took some time.
-Then the accident happened. The guy in front of him hit his brakes and he didn’t notice until it was too late and ran into him, causing Troy to fly off the bike, head crashing into the pavement. The brain-catcher (helmet) cracked and it sent him into a coma. The odds weren’t good for the daredevil at all. The White’s couldn’t afford to keep him on life support too long.
-Then came the healing hand of the vampire nurse who bit his neck and sent him into a life of immortality. After waking up, he decided to head off to Paris, see the sights, and get a taste for the world. That was his excuse; he’d always come back. But he knew better than anyone he wouldn’t return.
-The vampire informed him of a crowd that he would definitely like. With that information in his head, his motorcycle got shipped over, and a pack thrown on his back, Troy headed off for Paris, staying in low-bum places until taking up a not-so-permanent residence at the mansion. He doesn’t care about the war or the battle to come, he’s just living for the pleasures of life.
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample:: Treasure Island. This was enemy territory, in a sense anyway. Sure, friends were made from other casinos and hotels, but never did the Turner man want to go stumbling around in them. It wasn't fear, but caution. Who knew if anybody was going to put a fist to his gorgeous face for being from Caesar’s? Okay, odds were it was unlikely to heppen, but there was a certain respect somewhere in his beliefs not to go stumble into another hotel and/or casino if one worked for another one. To Camden, it was like breaking some sort of code between brothers or something. It was weird, but that didn't really matter. Treasure Island didn't really qualify as a hotel or casino for him at all! This was maybe his least favorite place in the whole of Las Vegas with pirates running around. Pirates weren't something that sparked any sort of interest in the security guard. Where did that take anybody in life? To some sort of pirate movie? Oh, well, Vegas offered dreams that few would expect to be there. The dancers, however, were pretty damn good and kind of made up for the uniqueness that Treasure Island held. A drink or two would really be needed to just make it for the short of amount of time that would be spent in the confounded place.
The main reason for being in enemy territory was the search for Bryleigh. There hadn't been any formal meeting, but the feeling of wanting to argue - or was it to make out? - was pulsating through him. Besides, it had been a while since his baby blues had last seen her. The most that was really known about her job was that she was an exotic dancer and worked at Treasure Island. That was pretty much the extent. He wasn't certain if she would be at Mist or at Tangerine, so he left a message with some form of management to say that a client of some sort was searching for her. Or had it been lawyer? Or brother? Cam couldn't really remember since that excuse had been used so many times with so many variations that it was hard to keep track. The funny thing was that nobody had really caught on. It hadn't been used in many of the hotels or casinos, but at restaurants or clubs or some place with a lot of people. Ok, so all of Las Vegas was pretty much like that, but only one out of ten times did it not work. The method was good and there wasn't much point in changing it until it didn't work three times out of ten. So the statistics were made up, but they were still pretty good!
The wonderful thing that Mist offered was that there weren't any people dressed like they had just come from the beach. The guy from Caesar's wasn't looking like that. The jeans covering his muscular legs were a dark blue with very little fading to them, a button down cotton t-shirt, and a pinstripe blazer. A pair of sunglasses had been over his eyes, but it was far too dark to be wearing them anymore. Putting them safely in the inside pocket of the jacket, Camden found a waitress going by and asked, "Can I get a beer, lovely?" Lovely was what he called every waitress that he didn't know. Usually brightened their day when it wasn't said with force. The way he said it was rather mild. "Anything is fine." With that, he pointed to one of the couches he'd be sitting at. Dancing, let alone moving after that busy day, seemed almost difficult. The waitress came back over with his beer, just the way he liked it when a drink was taken, and thanked her kindly. For the time being, he'd just have to sit there and drink until Bryleigh came around. Hell, it was a risk just assuming that she was working that night. If she never showed, there were plenty of fine specimens around. Man, it was easy to hope she'd get there soon because plenty of them were looking his way and he couldn't bare to break their hearts, or their sex drive
member title:: an [.adrenaline.] rush