Post by Antony Leigh Perry on Mar 22, 2009 12:58:08 GMT -5
Send out the morning birds to sing of the damage
name;; Anthony Leigh Perry
nicknames;; Tony
age//birthday;; nineteen/04.19
class;; worker
sexual orientation;; straight enough
Now that the calm's returned I know I can't manage
hair;; long in the front and shorter in the back, dark to medium brown with the tiniest hints of blonde and auburn in the light, thicker than it looks, clean, smells like coconut (his favourite shampoo)
eyes;; hazel (change on the brown to green spectrum, but tend to lean towards green), just a touch small for his face, shaped normally (just a symmetrical kind of eye-shaped eye)
body;; slim to athletic - he has dancer's muscles
height/weight;; 5'11"/159
distinguishing features;; a single stud in each earlobe
your twin? Seth Gable
put it all together and what do you get?
Tony's always felt like he looks a lot younger than he is - with his mile-deep dimples and slightly rounded face, it isn't unusual to hear him muttering in the bathroom before a dress-up event that he looks like a six-year-old heading off to Sunday school. Not that he ever actually dressed up for Sunday school, or much of anything else, as a child - if he wasn't barefoot in jeans and a t-shirt, he was in dance pants, a beater, and jazz shoes. (It hasn't changed much, though his fashion sense has improved enough to allow for shoes and the occasional sportcoat, and he cleans up well when you dress him up for some little ditty.) He's danced as long as he can remember, and his body is shaped by it, with lean muscles more suited to lifting girls and executing endless pirouettes than benching a truck. As far as he's concerned, it doesn't matter what his body looks like, just what it can do - the contacts covering his brown eyes are just because glasses would fly off, his dark hair stays shaggy and longish because it doesn't require trimming as often, and he stays clean-shaven because it keeps his face cooler and decreases the risk of scratching his partner. He has both of his earlobes pierced, though he usually has only one earring in at any given time (he tends to lose them when he takes them out to dance, so they're never super nice ones.) He also wears a Claddagh ring facing outward on his right ring finger when he isn't performing, in honour of his Irish heritage, and carries a satchel (he refuses to call it a man purse), a light brown messenger bag generally slung across his person.
You're standing in my doorway though he's asleep in my bed
likes;; Dance (especially tap, jazz, and ballet. Modern, not so much), poetry (especially Whitman, Cohen, and Doty), learning things, cheesecake, meeting new people, the colour black (less cleaning!), bad jokes (puns, pick-up lines, you name it), all things musical theatre, singing, random facts (did you know that porcupines float?), playing the guitar and enough piano to get by, adventures
dislikes;; Baked beans (he just can't make himself swallow them), disorganisation, the colour orange, heights (he'll make himself go on them, though, just to prove that he can), stupid and/or closed-minded people, being late, cats (he's allergic), sleeping (he does it, of course, but he thinks it's a waste of perfectly good time), hip hop and R&B, people who don't know what they're doing, and/or are unwilling to learn
fears;; heights, death, that he'll be alone forever
strengths;; he's good with people, he's flexible (physically and relationally), he's willing to try most anything once
weaknesses;; he tends to push himself and others too hard, he gets down if he's wihtout friends for long, when his mood goes downhill it's fast and black
put it all together and what do you get?
Tony is a character. Not just on the stage - though that is certainly true as well - but in every sense of the word. He was climbing on things before he could walk, and was once caught literally swinging from the chandelier. This risky, fun, high-energy behaviour was typical of him then, and remains so - he's a fun-loving, enthusiastic, sunshiney kind of guy, and while some people interpret that as immaturity or naïveté, he's okay with it. He likes enjoying life, and all the people who make that possible.
He believes, above all, in the intrinsic worth of people - he thinks that hope and love are going to save the world someday, and he wants to be right there when it happens. So, while he's occasionally catty, and while he occasionally lets his temper slip when he finds someone incompetent, and while he...well, okay, more than occasionally crosses a social line here and there, he tries to be a good guy. He attempts to be as approachable as possible, and to keep his thoughts and words kind. (He doesn't always succeed - he's a bit of a perfectionist, and can be unintentionally cruel to himself or others in his efforts to reach the top. Fortunately, he's usually self-aware enough to pull back before any real damage is done. Of course, there are times when he doesn't want to pull back, in which case his anger is truly something to behold.) Tony loves learning, in and outside of school, and accepts criticism well...of course, he expects everyone else to do the same.
Tony is also kind of a quirky person - while he's generally super open, he has a really hard time talking to people who he considers above him, or who he really respects. He also really, really hates washing his hands - he doesn't know why, it just bugs him, always has. He usually carried a bottle of hand sanitiser in his satchel to keep the germs at bay.
The steady murmur always in my head
Your Mother;; Patricia Perry, 39, kindergarten teacher
Your Father;; Daniel Cuskey, 40, art therapist
Those Crying Babies;; none
Those Bossy Older Ones;; none
Anyone Else?;; Jason Stroot, 33, former dancer and manager of a dance studio. Daniel's life partner, Jason's best adult friend and mentor.
Hometown;; Louisville, KY
And then your sob story;;
Tony’s parents were never married, really – they never intended to be. They were never a couple, just friends that turned lovers every now and again when the nights were cold and lonely. His dad largely identified as a homosexual, because people who identify as bisexual have a hard time getting accepted anywhere – Trish was his only exception to the rule, and his best friend for as long as his memory serves. That’s the story he told Tony, filling in more intimate and true details as he got older, and it was true in every way that mattered. Daniel and Trish met on a playground, and continued meeting at playgrounds and each others’ homes and everything in between as they both took an active role in raising Tony. They all lived together when he was very small, on the periphery of his memory, until his dad moved out to live with Jason. It was Jason that owned the dance studio where a four-year-old Tony took his first lessons, and Jason that first noticed he had potential. Trish and Daniel, a kindergarten teacher and an art therapy graduate student, respectively, were gentle, fun people, and great parents, but they limited the time Tony spent dancing to a couple of classes a week – they worried that he would be pushed too hard.
They shouldn’t have. By the time he was partway through elementary school, it was clear that he was meant to be pushed – when he started bringing home excellent grades with uncomfortable comments from teachers about behaviour, it was clear that he was bored, with nothing to challenge his mind enough to keep his energy in check. Instead of putting him on Ritalin as the teacher suggested, they listened to Jason, and let him take more dance classes when it was clear that the school didn’t have the time or inclination to provide Tony with more of a challenge. As soon as the grade was over, they moved him to a better school, but it never occurred to them to cut back the dancing. And so, from fourth grade, Tony began dancing nearly every day, finishing his homework in a flurry every evening, and – slowly but surely – developing a group of fun, dedicated, mildly mischievous friends to call his own. In middle school, he discovered the hatred that comes from kids with small-minded parents when you dance or have an extra dad, and learned to censor what he said about himself. He inched into the theatre department, where he was among other “misfits”, and happily fought for position in the school’s musicals.
When high school rolled around, the choice was obvious - he would go to the performing arts school in the next town over, and change his permanent address to Daniel and Jason's so he would be in their district. He blossomed a bit there, got a reputation for being a charmer, and a cool guy in the circles he ran with. He learned to balance what he didn’t tell with what he told, and to walk the fine line of seeming to say a lot without saying anything at all. He worked in the musical theatre department of the school, spending a lot of time making up for the voice training he'd never had. During the evenings, he trained with a local company Jason had some clout with, and picked up money on the weekends by teaching dance classes to kids. He was, in the truest sense that he could remember, happy.
When it became time to make college decisions, Tony took off on a whirlwind tour of the region, auditioning for anywhere that would give him a spot. As he looked further and further into the programs, though, Tony began to get a little uncomfortable. A dancer only had so many years to be in their prime, and while he could probably keep up in the musical theatre world for the better part of a lifetime, he didn't want to waste his best dance years in classrooms. So, while he dutifully applied to schools far and wide, Tony also auditioned for anything and everything he could get his hands on. Just before starting University, he met with a casting director for a major cruise line who had some interesting news - while THEY didn't hire under 20, a new up-and-coming company was looking for eighteen and up. So, Tony auditioned, got a part as a principle singer/dancer and crew member, and headed home for a year at community college before hitting the open sea.
You're the finest thing that I've done the hurricane I'll never outrun
hi, my name is Meg and I've been living under the sun for almost 19 years. However only 5 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 rep with yo mama (no others) Of course I'm obviously a female...how could you not notice? I obviously now the password, it's SSDD
and here's my work, ya digg?
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;; Anthony Leigh Perry
nicknames;; Tony
age//birthday;; nineteen/04.19
class;; worker
sexual orientation;; straight enough
Now that the calm's returned I know I can't manage
hair;; long in the front and shorter in the back, dark to medium brown with the tiniest hints of blonde and auburn in the light, thicker than it looks, clean, smells like coconut (his favourite shampoo)
eyes;; hazel (change on the brown to green spectrum, but tend to lean towards green), just a touch small for his face, shaped normally (just a symmetrical kind of eye-shaped eye)
body;; slim to athletic - he has dancer's muscles
height/weight;; 5'11"/159
distinguishing features;; a single stud in each earlobe
your twin? Seth Gable
put it all together and what do you get?
Tony's always felt like he looks a lot younger than he is - with his mile-deep dimples and slightly rounded face, it isn't unusual to hear him muttering in the bathroom before a dress-up event that he looks like a six-year-old heading off to Sunday school. Not that he ever actually dressed up for Sunday school, or much of anything else, as a child - if he wasn't barefoot in jeans and a t-shirt, he was in dance pants, a beater, and jazz shoes. (It hasn't changed much, though his fashion sense has improved enough to allow for shoes and the occasional sportcoat, and he cleans up well when you dress him up for some little ditty.) He's danced as long as he can remember, and his body is shaped by it, with lean muscles more suited to lifting girls and executing endless pirouettes than benching a truck. As far as he's concerned, it doesn't matter what his body looks like, just what it can do - the contacts covering his brown eyes are just because glasses would fly off, his dark hair stays shaggy and longish because it doesn't require trimming as often, and he stays clean-shaven because it keeps his face cooler and decreases the risk of scratching his partner. He has both of his earlobes pierced, though he usually has only one earring in at any given time (he tends to lose them when he takes them out to dance, so they're never super nice ones.) He also wears a Claddagh ring facing outward on his right ring finger when he isn't performing, in honour of his Irish heritage, and carries a satchel (he refuses to call it a man purse), a light brown messenger bag generally slung across his person.
You're standing in my doorway though he's asleep in my bed
likes;; Dance (especially tap, jazz, and ballet. Modern, not so much), poetry (especially Whitman, Cohen, and Doty), learning things, cheesecake, meeting new people, the colour black (less cleaning!), bad jokes (puns, pick-up lines, you name it), all things musical theatre, singing, random facts (did you know that porcupines float?), playing the guitar and enough piano to get by, adventures
dislikes;; Baked beans (he just can't make himself swallow them), disorganisation, the colour orange, heights (he'll make himself go on them, though, just to prove that he can), stupid and/or closed-minded people, being late, cats (he's allergic), sleeping (he does it, of course, but he thinks it's a waste of perfectly good time), hip hop and R&B, people who don't know what they're doing, and/or are unwilling to learn
fears;; heights, death, that he'll be alone forever
strengths;; he's good with people, he's flexible (physically and relationally), he's willing to try most anything once
weaknesses;; he tends to push himself and others too hard, he gets down if he's wihtout friends for long, when his mood goes downhill it's fast and black
put it all together and what do you get?
Tony is a character. Not just on the stage - though that is certainly true as well - but in every sense of the word. He was climbing on things before he could walk, and was once caught literally swinging from the chandelier. This risky, fun, high-energy behaviour was typical of him then, and remains so - he's a fun-loving, enthusiastic, sunshiney kind of guy, and while some people interpret that as immaturity or naïveté, he's okay with it. He likes enjoying life, and all the people who make that possible.
He believes, above all, in the intrinsic worth of people - he thinks that hope and love are going to save the world someday, and he wants to be right there when it happens. So, while he's occasionally catty, and while he occasionally lets his temper slip when he finds someone incompetent, and while he...well, okay, more than occasionally crosses a social line here and there, he tries to be a good guy. He attempts to be as approachable as possible, and to keep his thoughts and words kind. (He doesn't always succeed - he's a bit of a perfectionist, and can be unintentionally cruel to himself or others in his efforts to reach the top. Fortunately, he's usually self-aware enough to pull back before any real damage is done. Of course, there are times when he doesn't want to pull back, in which case his anger is truly something to behold.) Tony loves learning, in and outside of school, and accepts criticism well...of course, he expects everyone else to do the same.
Tony is also kind of a quirky person - while he's generally super open, he has a really hard time talking to people who he considers above him, or who he really respects. He also really, really hates washing his hands - he doesn't know why, it just bugs him, always has. He usually carried a bottle of hand sanitiser in his satchel to keep the germs at bay.
The steady murmur always in my head
Your Mother;; Patricia Perry, 39, kindergarten teacher
Your Father;; Daniel Cuskey, 40, art therapist
Those Crying Babies;; none
Those Bossy Older Ones;; none
Anyone Else?;; Jason Stroot, 33, former dancer and manager of a dance studio. Daniel's life partner, Jason's best adult friend and mentor.
Hometown;; Louisville, KY
And then your sob story;;
Tony’s parents were never married, really – they never intended to be. They were never a couple, just friends that turned lovers every now and again when the nights were cold and lonely. His dad largely identified as a homosexual, because people who identify as bisexual have a hard time getting accepted anywhere – Trish was his only exception to the rule, and his best friend for as long as his memory serves. That’s the story he told Tony, filling in more intimate and true details as he got older, and it was true in every way that mattered. Daniel and Trish met on a playground, and continued meeting at playgrounds and each others’ homes and everything in between as they both took an active role in raising Tony. They all lived together when he was very small, on the periphery of his memory, until his dad moved out to live with Jason. It was Jason that owned the dance studio where a four-year-old Tony took his first lessons, and Jason that first noticed he had potential. Trish and Daniel, a kindergarten teacher and an art therapy graduate student, respectively, were gentle, fun people, and great parents, but they limited the time Tony spent dancing to a couple of classes a week – they worried that he would be pushed too hard.
They shouldn’t have. By the time he was partway through elementary school, it was clear that he was meant to be pushed – when he started bringing home excellent grades with uncomfortable comments from teachers about behaviour, it was clear that he was bored, with nothing to challenge his mind enough to keep his energy in check. Instead of putting him on Ritalin as the teacher suggested, they listened to Jason, and let him take more dance classes when it was clear that the school didn’t have the time or inclination to provide Tony with more of a challenge. As soon as the grade was over, they moved him to a better school, but it never occurred to them to cut back the dancing. And so, from fourth grade, Tony began dancing nearly every day, finishing his homework in a flurry every evening, and – slowly but surely – developing a group of fun, dedicated, mildly mischievous friends to call his own. In middle school, he discovered the hatred that comes from kids with small-minded parents when you dance or have an extra dad, and learned to censor what he said about himself. He inched into the theatre department, where he was among other “misfits”, and happily fought for position in the school’s musicals.
When high school rolled around, the choice was obvious - he would go to the performing arts school in the next town over, and change his permanent address to Daniel and Jason's so he would be in their district. He blossomed a bit there, got a reputation for being a charmer, and a cool guy in the circles he ran with. He learned to balance what he didn’t tell with what he told, and to walk the fine line of seeming to say a lot without saying anything at all. He worked in the musical theatre department of the school, spending a lot of time making up for the voice training he'd never had. During the evenings, he trained with a local company Jason had some clout with, and picked up money on the weekends by teaching dance classes to kids. He was, in the truest sense that he could remember, happy.
When it became time to make college decisions, Tony took off on a whirlwind tour of the region, auditioning for anywhere that would give him a spot. As he looked further and further into the programs, though, Tony began to get a little uncomfortable. A dancer only had so many years to be in their prime, and while he could probably keep up in the musical theatre world for the better part of a lifetime, he didn't want to waste his best dance years in classrooms. So, while he dutifully applied to schools far and wide, Tony also auditioned for anything and everything he could get his hands on. Just before starting University, he met with a casting director for a major cruise line who had some interesting news - while THEY didn't hire under 20, a new up-and-coming company was looking for eighteen and up. So, Tony auditioned, got a part as a principle singer/dancer and crew member, and headed home for a year at community college before hitting the open sea.
You're the finest thing that I've done the hurricane I'll never outrun
hi, my name is Meg and I've been living under the sun for almost 19 years. However only 5 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 rep with yo mama (no others) Of course I'm obviously a female...how could you not notice? I obviously now the password, it's SSDD
and here's my work, ya digg?
Rosalind practically skipped down to the beach in the early-morning light. She'd been up at the crack of dawn, flitting around the house, digging out her things and putting them where she wanted them while searching for the tiny portable easel, pad, and pencil she clutched in either hand. She was glad with the space she had - the whole basement to paint as she liked, and her own room in it - but she was even more pleased with the town itself. A beach, within walking distance of her house! Who ever thought that would happen, huh?
She smiled to herself as she drew closer to the water and paused, watching it come in for a moment until she knew where the waves were hitting, then sitting just above that spot, feet splayed ungracefully to either side so the water could lap at them while she set up the iny easel between her legs. She stared blankly out at the sea for a minute, thinking, then grinned - she knew what she would do. She would draw the way the ocean sounded, smelled, felt, and sculpt it later into a fruit bowl for their table - theirs had broken in the move. Satisfied, she set pencil to paper, tuning into the setting and recording the blend of constance and continual change, the sharpness of the salt and the gentleness of the sound, as best she could. She was so focused, she almost didn't notice as he drew near, fishing rod and tacklebos in hand.
"Hey, Tyler," she greeted him, sparing a quick smile before turning back to her work. "Are the fish biting, or just you?" she questioned, voice demure even as her hand unconsciously traced the red spot makeup was fighting to cover at the base of her neck.
She smiled to herself as she drew closer to the water and paused, watching it come in for a moment until she knew where the waves were hitting, then sitting just above that spot, feet splayed ungracefully to either side so the water could lap at them while she set up the iny easel between her legs. She stared blankly out at the sea for a minute, thinking, then grinned - she knew what she would do. She would draw the way the ocean sounded, smelled, felt, and sculpt it later into a fruit bowl for their table - theirs had broken in the move. Satisfied, she set pencil to paper, tuning into the setting and recording the blend of constance and continual change, the sharpness of the salt and the gentleness of the sound, as best she could. She was so focused, she almost didn't notice as he drew near, fishing rod and tacklebos in hand.
"Hey, Tyler," she greeted him, sparing a quick smile before turning back to her work. "Are the fish biting, or just you?" she questioned, voice demure even as her hand unconsciously traced the red spot makeup was fighting to cover at the base of her neck.
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.
