Post by adam page on Mar 10, 2007 16:48:28 GMT -5
» age;; 25
» gender;; male
» birthday;; April 29th, 1982
» heritage;; english, irish, german
» playby;; Jake Gyllenhaal
» appearance;; Adam doesn't consider himself to be good looking at all. He figures that he's average, if anything at all. He's taller, around 6'2," and weighs around 185. His eyes change from blue to green, but most of the time they are an icy blue. He hasn't quite figured out the secret to why they change though, but he hardly notices them anyway. It was something strangers seemed to notice about him. His hair is relatively short, and usually well kept, but not always. On weekends, when he's not working, he usually doesn't style his hair at all. Sometimes he's clean shaven, but most of the time he sports a bit of stubble or maybe even a beard. Adam likes to keep in shape, he relieves stress by running, biking, swimming, surfing, playing baseball, basketball, etc. Basically he loves to do anything that results in some sort of perspiration.
Adam always seems as if there's something on his mind, as if he's thinking about something more intense than what he's actually doing. Whenever he's around people, Adam seems like the happiest man on the face of the earth, he's very good at hiding his emotions in public, especially at work. Although when people catch him off guard, it's clear that there's more going on inside of him than one might think. His head is always held high when he walks, facing the world, he's ready for anything.
» likes;; cycling, cooking, peanut butter, starry nights, taking walks on the beach, playing guitar, pineapple, sailing, being a dad, marijuana, laughing, reading
» dislikes;; blackberries, poison ivy, canadian bacon, raccoons,
» habits && quirks;; He has this thing about smiling in the most uncomfortable situations, instead of nervous laughter, Adam has nervous smiling. After something rather unnerving is said or done, he sort of smiles as if he's waiting for the candid camera to come out. Mr. Page sings in the shower... he sings like he's on American Idol in the shower, sometimes he sings songs like My Girl, sometimes he sings songs like Get Em High, sometimes he sings songs like A Moment Like This. It just depends on the mood he's in. Sometimes he takes extraordinarily long showers.
» personality;; There's something about Evan's eyes that would make one believe that he knows something that you don't know. His lips are always curled in the smallest of smiles. He's got a relatively quiet demeanor, but if you get him talking about something he loves, his personality comes alive. There is a light in his eyes that has been there all his life. People say it was brightest when he was with Natalie. It's dimmed a bit now, but it's still there.
To some extent, Adam's a pessimist posing as an optimist He tries to think positive, tell himself that everything's going to be okay. Adam's always been strong for the people around him, but inside he's falling apart. He's a very passive person overall, it takes a lot to get him riled up. He's not one for conflict and is usually the one stopping other's fights. He may seem a little awkward at first, but after a short time he tends to warm up to people.
Adam has backbone, not many people do. He's a loyal soul that will always be there for his friends, although he doesn't have many anymore. After losing Natalie, he closed himself off from the rest of the world. People still call looking for him, but he hardly answers anymore. His son, Ashford, is the most important thing in his life. He raises his boy like a little man, and spends as much time with him as possible. Without knowing it, Ashford is the reason why he's still alive. Adam has been battling depression ever since the loss of his wife. There are so many layers to Adam Page once one has broken through his tough exterior.
» history;; Adam was born into a wealthy, socially elite, upper east side family. His father is a powerful executive at CBS, and his mother is on the Board of Directors for the Metropolitan Museum of Art, from which he lived across the street for most of his life. Adam grew up being the perfect son, he was an all-american swimmer at his private all boys high school, as well as a great student. He attended Columbia for a double major in Political Science and Pre-Law.
It was there where he met Natalie James, the woman who changed his life. They dated for a year and a half, before Natalie got pregnant. It was a shock to them both. After long hard thinking sessions, Natalie made the decision to have the baby. On March 26th, 2001, their son, Ashford, was born. Their parents both supported them in having the baby, and were right there whenever their children needed them. Adam often spend late nights pouring over textbooks while holding his little boy in his arms.
Natalie encouraged Adam, and supported him completely. She wanted to make sure that he understood that his life wasn't over just because he had a son. With her support, Adam commuted every day to Yale Law School in New Haven, Connecticut. It was a tough time for both of them, Natalie taking care of their little boy in a midtown Manhattan apartment, and Adam making the two hour commute to classes and back everyday. It put a lot of stress on them both, but through their love for each other, and their son, they were all right. That was until Adam's Junior year of law school, their child was a mere toddler when Natalie got sick. His wife had cancer. There were so many nights when they both cried together, when he held her tightly in his arms and never wanted to let go. Adam wanted to quit school, but Natalie wouldn't let him, she told him he had to go to school and later get a good job so he could support their boy. Natalie died a year after diagnosis, and left Adam all alone.
Adam was a complete mess, he cried every night, had a serious battle with depression. He moved up to Connecticut to finish the rest of his schooling because he wouldn't be able to will himself to do that terrible 2 hour commute each day without her. Somehow he got through it, and graduated near the top of his class. He moved back to the city after graduation to work in one of his father's friend's law firm. Although he had inherited a large amount of money from an Uncle who had died, Adam chose to live humbly. He moved away from the city, taking up residence in his late Uncle's Beach Front Mansion. The goal was to get away from everything he knew, everything that reminded him of his beloved Natalie. It's been a year and a half since Natalie died, Adam is doing pretty well. His little boy is 5, and he's holding things together well for him. Adam stopped crying about 8 months back, but he still thinks about her every time he closes his eyes at night. When nothing else comes to mind, he always drifts back to her smile.
» family;;
Maxwell Page - father
Emily Page - mother
Quinn Page [18] - brother
Ashford Page [5] - son
» current home;;
» homelife;; [/size]
» roleplay sample;;
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'Damn tie,' he thought, Rosier had been standing in front of the mirror for 10 minutes, fiddling with his tie. He wasn't really sure for the reason, it just... it just didn't look quite right. Finally he just let it be, and how about that, it was perfect. No cloak, no sweater, loose tie, more than wrinkled oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up of course. The way he did it, the way it had to be done. Evan walked along the corridors of Hogwarts without his usual company. He didn't know what his typical gang was up to, but he didn't care.
Rosier strolled with his head held high, facing the world as it came. Everything rushed past in a bit of a blur and sooner rather than later, he found himself at the library. The library wasn't a place most people would expect Evan Rosier to go, but he liked to library, it was far away from quidditch, and death eaters, and responsibility... someplace where he could be himself without any expectations or judgements. Evan made his way back into the deep dark depths of the hogwarts library, were everything in sight was covered in a thick dust. But far off, in the back of a library, there was a place very few wizards knew about, none of which Evan had ever seen. It was a simple sitting area, with a fireplace, and a coffee table piled 3 feet high with various books. It was the only place around without dust. It was there Evan sat most days for a few hours at a time, he'd smoke an L and then read a book. Sometimes during the morning or midday, and sometimes even during the strangest hours of the night. He was reading, just reading, wondering, waiting, watching, for something he didn't yet know.
Evan sat down on the crimson couch, close to the fire. Reaching in the front pocket of his shirt, he pulled out the blueberry flavored L, he had rolled for himself before leaving the dorm. Yeah, he smoked weed. Big woop. It didn't make him a bad person. Plenty of people did it, brilliant people. It wasn't really affecting him, he was still a brilliant quidditch player, still a valued member of the order. It just felt good to check out sometimes. He licked his lips before putting it to his mouth and whipping out his favorite lighter. The lighter sparked a flame and Evan inhaled, taking his first hit. If anyone wanted him now, they'd have to wait awhile.
Rosier strolled with his head held high, facing the world as it came. Everything rushed past in a bit of a blur and sooner rather than later, he found himself at the library. The library wasn't a place most people would expect Evan Rosier to go, but he liked to library, it was far away from quidditch, and death eaters, and responsibility... someplace where he could be himself without any expectations or judgements. Evan made his way back into the deep dark depths of the hogwarts library, were everything in sight was covered in a thick dust. But far off, in the back of a library, there was a place very few wizards knew about, none of which Evan had ever seen. It was a simple sitting area, with a fireplace, and a coffee table piled 3 feet high with various books. It was the only place around without dust. It was there Evan sat most days for a few hours at a time, he'd smoke an L and then read a book. Sometimes during the morning or midday, and sometimes even during the strangest hours of the night. He was reading, just reading, wondering, waiting, watching, for something he didn't yet know.
Evan sat down on the crimson couch, close to the fire. Reaching in the front pocket of his shirt, he pulled out the blueberry flavored L, he had rolled for himself before leaving the dorm. Yeah, he smoked weed. Big woop. It didn't make him a bad person. Plenty of people did it, brilliant people. It wasn't really affecting him, he was still a brilliant quidditch player, still a valued member of the order. It just felt good to check out sometimes. He licked his lips before putting it to his mouth and whipping out his favorite lighter. The lighter sparked a flame and Evan inhaled, taking his first hit. If anyone wanted him now, they'd have to wait awhile.