Post by Owen Michael Mills on Mar 19, 2009 13:25:25 GMT -5
Send out the morning birds to sing of the damage
name;; owen michael mills
nicknames;; whatever you wanna call him.
age//birthday;; twenty//july 17th
class;; second class
sexual orientation;; he used to experiment a few years back, but now he's settling with the ladies.
Now that the calm's returned I know I can't manage
hair;; his hair isn't long, like most guys are. it's pretty short, dark brown (almost black), and gets wavy if he does grow it out. But he usually wears a hat.
eyes;; his eyes are brown, and kind of small, but it doesn't look bad on him.
body;; he's fairly thin, or so most people would say.
height/weight;; 6'2/130 LBS
distinguishing features;; he has a snake tattooed on his foot. his almost ever present hats.
your twin? gabe saporta
put it all together and what do you get?
Most people wouldn't exactly consider him the most attractive guy ever, but he's certainly not ugly. He actually is kind of attractive, if you're into the slightly dorky looking overly tall, overly skinny kind of guy. His skin is pretty pale, even though he has naturally dark brown hair, and coffee brown eyes, and he's actually hispanic. well, his parents are...and he speaks Spanish...but he's definitely born and bred right here in America. He wears hats most of the time, it's kind of his signature thing. He also has very white, straight teeth, and average sized ears.
when it comes to clothes he kind of aims for casual. Jeans, t-shirts, and purple is always fun. He wears purple almost all the time, actually. For shoes he sticks with slip ons, or converse, or flip flops in the Summer.
You're standing in my doorway though he's asleep in my bed
likes;; snakes, purple, bubble gum, water, warm weather, spanish, ladiess, swimming, dancing, partying, sex, motercycles, big jewelery, big sunglasses, partying.
dislikes;; overly skinny people, lizards, soft music, slow dancing, being lied to, having nothing to do, not being able to party, being carded, not being twenty-one, guys who wear their pants around their ankles, babies, showers (he prefers baths), axe, tag.
fears;; death, prison.
strengths;; dancing, entertaining, making people laugh.
weaknesses;; taking life seriously, knowing when to shut up, pretty ladies.
put it all together and what do you get?
Owen really tries to be a bad boy..but he kind of fails. Instead he comes off as a party guy, he's always talking to people, and joking around, and partying (of course). So even if he does get tattoo's, and piercings, he's essentially the class clown in any group. He's very charismatic, and loves talking to people. He's very easy to like, if you can get over the fact that he doesn't take life seriously. Not that he's immature, or anything like that, oh no, not at all, he just loves joking and playing around, and teasing people,and he doesn't see the point in taking something as unserious as life seriously, if you know what I mean. On the off chance he ever is serious it's kind of a scary thing...he usually just stops talking...which is very unusual for Owen, as he's always saying something or another.
When it comes to relationships he's kind of a player, but he knows how to be faithful, and tie himself down if he has to. He's more of a flirt than anything else, although he see's nothing wrong with one night stands, or friends with benefits, or flings, or anything like that. Actually, if you get him to like you a lot you might get to see that he can be kind of romantic at times...not romantic as in he'll go around writing you poetry, but he'll bring you to fancy places, and say things that would make anyone swoon.
He probably gets on lots of peoples nerves, when he's being his loud, crazy, outgoing, party animal self. But he's not the kind of person who's going to change for anyone. he's as real as they get, baby, and he doesn't plan on changing ever. He's actually been an actor in a few indie films, too, never leading roles...although he was the best friend of a leading role in a movie that came out only months before. So most people recognize him from that, even if the movie wasn't huge.
The steady murmur always in my head
Your Mother;; anne mills, 56, house wife
Your Father;; charles mills, 54, writer
Those Crying Babies;;N/A
Those Bossy Older Ones;; N/A
Anyone Else?;; N/A
Hometown;; Boston, Mass
And then your sob story;;
Owen was born in Boston to an Upper Middle Class family. He was totally planned, and his dad was ecstatic that he was having a boy. His mom was just worried about the fact that she knew she was going to get killer stretch marks, but that's besides the point. He can't really complain about his childhood, to be honest. He grew up in a good sized place, always had clothes and food, was pretty well liked in school, and his parents either liked him, or paid someone else to like him. He had a good life, really, he did.
When it came to High School he was pretty damn popular. He was always invited to the parties, and he was always the life of them; jumping up on tables and bursting out in song. And his father wanted him to do something with his life, like he did...write books, or something. But Owen had known from a young age that the only thing he really wanted to do was act. however he didn't really take into consideration that maybe going to college would be a good idea...so when he just barely gradutated, he just started looking for jobs, despite the fact that his parents claimed he wouldn't find any without more of an education.
But he surprised them when at the tender age of nineteen he was cast into a indie movie that about twenty people actually watched. He was a clerk...and he was pretty much everyone's favorite person in that movie, because everyone else sucked. Since then he'd had a few small parts, and one kind of large one, and now he's just taking a little vacation from it all with the cruise.
You're the finest thing that I've done the hurricane I'll never outrun
hi, my name is elizabeth and I've been living under the sun for almost sixteen years. However only one and a half of those years have I been doin' this same old song and dance. Of course you should probably also know me because of my kick ass rp with holly-lynn moore Of course I'm obviously a female...how could you not notice?
and here's my work, ya digg?
Poor Tim was hungry...and he didn't even have enough time to skip off to his favorite place to eat before his next class. And cute little Tim, as innocent as a lamb, had never skipped a class in his life...and so of course that meant he was stick eating in the cafeteria...which he had to admit had some pretty gross food, but he didn't mind it too much. He'd definitely had worse in his life. For example, the week when his father had to go away over the Summer, and his mom had to cook..he loved his mum, he really did, but she was quite the horrible chef, and that was putting it kindly. She had once burnt water...no joke. That was probably where Phil got his horrible cooking skills, or lack of...even though he was adopted...but cooking skills weren't genetic, where they?
He skipped into the cafeteria, looking around for somewhere to sit, hoping to maybe see one of his friends...but he was kind of early, and no one was even there yet. He pouted a little bit, then went up to get some of the food, which he had to admit was grotesque looking. But he was hungry! He wanted food in his belly, and he didn't want to be late for class. He had Science next, and his Science teacher always glared at him when he was late...it made Tim sad. He hated when anyone was mean to him...mean people were just so...mean! It confused him why anyone would want to be mean to him, he always tried his hardest to be nice to everyone, even if they didn't deserve it.
When he reached his destination he flashed a sweet smile at the lunch lady, who's name tag said Helga. Helga? Was she new? He wondered who would name their poor child Helga, but decided not to ask, in case it was a sensetive subject. "What do you suggest, Helga?" He asked, bouncing from foot to foot.
Helga just looked at him in a rude way, though...it made Tim cringe. And so he grabbed a tray of whatever it was, and paid for it, before walking to a table and sitting down alone. This school was all rich and stuff, how come they couldn't afford good food?! Or nice lunch ladies. Tim sighed a bit, then realized he's forgotten to get a fork...and whatever it was that was on his tray probably needed a fork. He stood up, ignoring the loud grumbles his stomach was making, and walked over to where he knew he could find all the Forks, and spoons, and napkins, and all that good stuff. He grabbed a fork and some ketchup, hoping that ketchup could make it taste a little better...ketchup was amazing. Tim loved ketchup. He bounced his way back over to the table, and sat down, opening the ketchup package with his teeth, before pouring it all over his "food". Even if he knew it would probably taste just as gross it sure looked a lot better...he only wished he knew what it was. Although he had no allergies to speak of, so it wasn't like it would make him break out in hives, or anything.
He picked up his fork, and then dug into the gross looking mess, making a face as he did so. "Oh...god..."He muttered, setting the Fork down and picking up his bottle of water that had come with the pathetic excuse for a meal. Even his mother's food was better than this...but he was too polite to ego and complain to Helga, and so he just downed as much water as he could to try and get the taste out. He only wished that someone would sit next to him...one of his friends, or something. He was a senior, he probably should have had more friends than he did. But he just hated eating alone...even if he had a feeling he wasn't going to be eating very much.
Out of curiosity he looked up at the menu, which was above where Helga was, to see exactly what he was eating. "Meatloaf?!" He said, laughing loudly. "This is not meat loaf." He pushed the tray away and sighed, drinking some more water. Maybe he could buy a cookie with his left over money...
I could wait around for the dust to still but I don't believe that it ever will
credit goes to The Hush Sound for their amazing song Hurricant, which gave us the lyrics for this application. Credit to everything else goes to Elizabeth, because she's kick ass, and does amazing templates. Suck it.
name;; owen michael mills
nicknames;; whatever you wanna call him.
age//birthday;; twenty//july 17th
class;; second class
sexual orientation;; he used to experiment a few years back, but now he's settling with the ladies.
Now that the calm's returned I know I can't manage
hair;; his hair isn't long, like most guys are. it's pretty short, dark brown (almost black), and gets wavy if he does grow it out. But he usually wears a hat.
eyes;; his eyes are brown, and kind of small, but it doesn't look bad on him.
body;; he's fairly thin, or so most people would say.
height/weight;; 6'2/130 LBS
distinguishing features;; he has a snake tattooed on his foot. his almost ever present hats.
your twin? gabe saporta
put it all together and what do you get?
Most people wouldn't exactly consider him the most attractive guy ever, but he's certainly not ugly. He actually is kind of attractive, if you're into the slightly dorky looking overly tall, overly skinny kind of guy. His skin is pretty pale, even though he has naturally dark brown hair, and coffee brown eyes, and he's actually hispanic. well, his parents are...and he speaks Spanish...but he's definitely born and bred right here in America. He wears hats most of the time, it's kind of his signature thing. He also has very white, straight teeth, and average sized ears.
when it comes to clothes he kind of aims for casual. Jeans, t-shirts, and purple is always fun. He wears purple almost all the time, actually. For shoes he sticks with slip ons, or converse, or flip flops in the Summer.
You're standing in my doorway though he's asleep in my bed
likes;; snakes, purple, bubble gum, water, warm weather, spanish, ladiess, swimming, dancing, partying, sex, motercycles, big jewelery, big sunglasses, partying.
dislikes;; overly skinny people, lizards, soft music, slow dancing, being lied to, having nothing to do, not being able to party, being carded, not being twenty-one, guys who wear their pants around their ankles, babies, showers (he prefers baths), axe, tag.
fears;; death, prison.
strengths;; dancing, entertaining, making people laugh.
weaknesses;; taking life seriously, knowing when to shut up, pretty ladies.
put it all together and what do you get?
Owen really tries to be a bad boy..but he kind of fails. Instead he comes off as a party guy, he's always talking to people, and joking around, and partying (of course). So even if he does get tattoo's, and piercings, he's essentially the class clown in any group. He's very charismatic, and loves talking to people. He's very easy to like, if you can get over the fact that he doesn't take life seriously. Not that he's immature, or anything like that, oh no, not at all, he just loves joking and playing around, and teasing people,and he doesn't see the point in taking something as unserious as life seriously, if you know what I mean. On the off chance he ever is serious it's kind of a scary thing...he usually just stops talking...which is very unusual for Owen, as he's always saying something or another.
When it comes to relationships he's kind of a player, but he knows how to be faithful, and tie himself down if he has to. He's more of a flirt than anything else, although he see's nothing wrong with one night stands, or friends with benefits, or flings, or anything like that. Actually, if you get him to like you a lot you might get to see that he can be kind of romantic at times...not romantic as in he'll go around writing you poetry, but he'll bring you to fancy places, and say things that would make anyone swoon.
He probably gets on lots of peoples nerves, when he's being his loud, crazy, outgoing, party animal self. But he's not the kind of person who's going to change for anyone. he's as real as they get, baby, and he doesn't plan on changing ever. He's actually been an actor in a few indie films, too, never leading roles...although he was the best friend of a leading role in a movie that came out only months before. So most people recognize him from that, even if the movie wasn't huge.
The steady murmur always in my head
Your Mother;; anne mills, 56, house wife
Your Father;; charles mills, 54, writer
Those Crying Babies;;N/A
Those Bossy Older Ones;; N/A
Anyone Else?;; N/A
Hometown;; Boston, Mass
And then your sob story;;
Owen was born in Boston to an Upper Middle Class family. He was totally planned, and his dad was ecstatic that he was having a boy. His mom was just worried about the fact that she knew she was going to get killer stretch marks, but that's besides the point. He can't really complain about his childhood, to be honest. He grew up in a good sized place, always had clothes and food, was pretty well liked in school, and his parents either liked him, or paid someone else to like him. He had a good life, really, he did.
When it came to High School he was pretty damn popular. He was always invited to the parties, and he was always the life of them; jumping up on tables and bursting out in song. And his father wanted him to do something with his life, like he did...write books, or something. But Owen had known from a young age that the only thing he really wanted to do was act. however he didn't really take into consideration that maybe going to college would be a good idea...so when he just barely gradutated, he just started looking for jobs, despite the fact that his parents claimed he wouldn't find any without more of an education.
But he surprised them when at the tender age of nineteen he was cast into a indie movie that about twenty people actually watched. He was a clerk...and he was pretty much everyone's favorite person in that movie, because everyone else sucked. Since then he'd had a few small parts, and one kind of large one, and now he's just taking a little vacation from it all with the cruise.
You're the finest thing that I've done the hurricane I'll never outrun
hi, my name is elizabeth and I've been living under the sun for almost sixteen years. However only one and a half of those years have I been doin' this same old song and dance. Of course you should probably also know me because of my kick ass rp with holly-lynn moore Of course I'm obviously a female...how could you not notice?
and here's my work, ya digg?
Poor Tim was hungry...and he didn't even have enough time to skip off to his favorite place to eat before his next class. And cute little Tim, as innocent as a lamb, had never skipped a class in his life...and so of course that meant he was stick eating in the cafeteria...which he had to admit had some pretty gross food, but he didn't mind it too much. He'd definitely had worse in his life. For example, the week when his father had to go away over the Summer, and his mom had to cook..he loved his mum, he really did, but she was quite the horrible chef, and that was putting it kindly. She had once burnt water...no joke. That was probably where Phil got his horrible cooking skills, or lack of...even though he was adopted...but cooking skills weren't genetic, where they?
He skipped into the cafeteria, looking around for somewhere to sit, hoping to maybe see one of his friends...but he was kind of early, and no one was even there yet. He pouted a little bit, then went up to get some of the food, which he had to admit was grotesque looking. But he was hungry! He wanted food in his belly, and he didn't want to be late for class. He had Science next, and his Science teacher always glared at him when he was late...it made Tim sad. He hated when anyone was mean to him...mean people were just so...mean! It confused him why anyone would want to be mean to him, he always tried his hardest to be nice to everyone, even if they didn't deserve it.
When he reached his destination he flashed a sweet smile at the lunch lady, who's name tag said Helga. Helga? Was she new? He wondered who would name their poor child Helga, but decided not to ask, in case it was a sensetive subject. "What do you suggest, Helga?" He asked, bouncing from foot to foot.
Helga just looked at him in a rude way, though...it made Tim cringe. And so he grabbed a tray of whatever it was, and paid for it, before walking to a table and sitting down alone. This school was all rich and stuff, how come they couldn't afford good food?! Or nice lunch ladies. Tim sighed a bit, then realized he's forgotten to get a fork...and whatever it was that was on his tray probably needed a fork. He stood up, ignoring the loud grumbles his stomach was making, and walked over to where he knew he could find all the Forks, and spoons, and napkins, and all that good stuff. He grabbed a fork and some ketchup, hoping that ketchup could make it taste a little better...ketchup was amazing. Tim loved ketchup. He bounced his way back over to the table, and sat down, opening the ketchup package with his teeth, before pouring it all over his "food". Even if he knew it would probably taste just as gross it sure looked a lot better...he only wished he knew what it was. Although he had no allergies to speak of, so it wasn't like it would make him break out in hives, or anything.
He picked up his fork, and then dug into the gross looking mess, making a face as he did so. "Oh...god..."He muttered, setting the Fork down and picking up his bottle of water that had come with the pathetic excuse for a meal. Even his mother's food was better than this...but he was too polite to ego and complain to Helga, and so he just downed as much water as he could to try and get the taste out. He only wished that someone would sit next to him...one of his friends, or something. He was a senior, he probably should have had more friends than he did. But he just hated eating alone...even if he had a feeling he wasn't going to be eating very much.
Out of curiosity he looked up at the menu, which was above where Helga was, to see exactly what he was eating. "Meatloaf?!" He said, laughing loudly. "This is not meat loaf." He pushed the tray away and sighed, drinking some more water. Maybe he could buy a cookie with his left over money...
I could wait around for the dust to still but I don't believe that it ever will
credit goes to The Hush Sound for their amazing song Hurricant, which gave us the lyrics for this application. Credit to everything else goes to Elizabeth, because she's kick ass, and does amazing templates. Suck it.
