Post by William Masters on Jul 21, 2009 0:19:37 GMT -5
The Beautiful You.OOC
Name: Meg
Age: Sixteen
Canon/Original: Canon
Experience: Three years
Characters: None
The Image: In Character
Scratch the Surface[/color]
Name:William Andreas Masters
Age: Thirty-two
Profession{Category placement}: Owner of Masters, Inc.
Nicknames: Will...but don't you dare call him that if you're not close company.
Superficial View
Celebrity: Jude Law
Physical Appearance:
Bodily Markings:
William is not the type to opt for more holes than he needs or to poison the skin he worked so hard to maintain with ink. He only has a small splatter of very light freckles and the occasional sunspot across his cheeks and down his neck.
A Layer Beneath
Personality:
Likes:
Power
Money
Working
Business
Yelling
Golf
Watching the dancers
Dislikes:
Sharing
Wasting
Feelings
Jokes
Love
Charity
Weakness
Strengths:
Smart businessman
Persuasive
Quick to think on his feet
Weaknesses:
Very Jealous
Very Angry
Forceful
Quirks:
- Likes to think of himself as the King and the others involved in his company as different tiers of royalty
- Quite fond of golf even though he's awful at it and will probably never get better
- Actually quite scared of the future, but would never share that with anybody
History:
Password: Admin Approved
RP Example
Do I have to write one up as William or can I copy-paste from another site? Here's a copy-paste(this character is a lot like William), I will whip something up as William if this isn't what you want:
With the Mirror of Erised only a distant memory to the castle, having been long removed by the late, great Dumbledore, the so-called 'Forbidden Room' was now just like any other hole in the wall you could find in the school. For all these years the room had remained empty, perhaps because the magic of the Mirror still lingered, but more likely was the fact that the room was pretty separated from all the other active classrooms. The Forbidden Room was at the end of a seldom-used, dusty corridor, lined with other generally empty rooms and, sometimes, cluttered storage closets.
Andrew circled the empty room, which really was completely bare except for a long-lost chair and bits of used parchment that had been brushed into long-forgotten corners. Dust covered the floor and cobwebs hung from the high ceiling. A cold laugh bubbled from Andrew's throat and echoed around the circular room and escaped through a tall window on the opposite wall of the door. He shook his head at the thought of how much space this school wasted - it was such a large castle, and only a few of the rooms were actually occupied full-time. On every corridor you happened to turn down, you could easily pick out several empty, dust-ridden rooms. Every time Andrew happened upon one of these rooms, opportunity shone is his eyes. He could practically see himself converting these empty spaces into exclusive club rooms, conference halls, anything your heart desired - the only thing that held him back was the work. Andrew was a natural leader; he made the plans, and other people did the actual physical labor. Andrew refused to get his hands and reputation dirty by doing handyman work, and he had yet to meet another classmate who would comply to his wishes of working relentlessly without pay. Andrew sighed at his woes, as he so often did, and took a seat in the old, rickety chair, staring at the lighter spot on the floor where the Mirror of Erised had sat for hundreds of years.
Andrew visited the Forbidden Room quite often, it was one of his favorite empty spaces to visualize in. The room had a unique, circular shape and tall windows that gave it a regal look; it was also rather large, and to Andrew, bigger always meant better. Plus, not a lot of students visited this place, and he was defying his professors by coming here. But Andrew did not think that the shape or emptiness of the room was the only thing that kept coming back so much - it was the magic that lingered in the air. Every magic object and spell leaves traces, and the Mirror of Erised had been in this one place for so long, it's magic choked the dusty air. Andrew had never wished he could have had a chance to look in the mirror, he was perfectly aware of his biggest desire - power. And that was the exact reason Andrew came to this room so often - the desiring magic in the air made him feel powerful, like he could do anything he willed to and he could control anyone he wanted, with a little persuasion. Andrew leaned back in the old chair with a loud creak and a smirk came to his face as his eyes clouded over with his dreams of the future. He would be rich, and powerful, perhaps Minister of Magic...
As images of dancing Galleons and beautiful ladies played across Andrew's mind, his eyes slowly slid shut and he dozed off into a light catnap, his arms crossed over his chest and his legs crossed at the ankle. His head leaned slightly toward his chest, his chin pointing down, and the smirk never sliding from his lips.
How did you find us??
Got a PM on ProBoards Support (also saw the advert there). You also advertised on my site :]
Name: Meg
Age: Sixteen
Canon/Original: Canon
Experience: Three years
Characters: None
The Image: In Character
Scratch the Surface[/color]
Name:William Andreas Masters
Age: Thirty-two
Profession{Category placement}: Owner of Masters, Inc.
Nicknames: Will...but don't you dare call him that if you're not close company.
Superficial View
Celebrity: Jude Law
Physical Appearance:
William is a stately man, standing at a solid six feet with a trim body to match - he keeps himself healthy and in shape because he wouldn't want to be a hypocrite toward all of the dancers he pushes so hard to look perfect. His natural hair color leans toward the dark side, but he is often seen sporting blonde highlights, to hide the grey that is cropping up everywhere already. His hair is quite thick though, so he is not very worried about going bald in the near future. William is just now showing signs of age, due to the stress of running two hectic businesses, and his face is adorned with tiny, shallow wrinkles. He often sports an unshaved look when he is working around the office, but William would never dare go out in public or to a party in his home with out a clean-shaved face.
His eyes are a murky greenish-blue, nothing special really. William has a rather large, round nose that he was extremely self-conscious about back when he was a teenager - he still sometimes considers plastic surgery when he is having one of those "I feel ugly" days. His lips and ears are thin and his cheek bones show through his skin quite considerably, giving his face a sallow look - especially when he is angry or sick. William has an overall square head and an oddly lopsided chin that he also used to be quite self-conscious about in his younger days. He has a natural widow's peak that he only accentuates further by the way he styles his hair. Never the one to just wake up and go, William usually sports a fauxhawk or a 'messy'-style that really takes him hours to complete. His skin that is not covered by stubble is oddly clear and smooth for a man, due to a strict face-washing regimen he has put himself on ever since he hit puberty.
William is a man of style, and would never be caught dead looking like a bum, even if he was only lounging about his own home. He gets a thrill out of wearing a suit, and you will see him in one quite often, be it at the office, at the studio, at the club, at a performance, or at a party. This is full get-up, too - shirt, jacket, pants, tie, and shoes - and you will never see William hanging around with a loose tie or unbuttoned jacket unless he is being given CPR or just extremely drunk. When he is not up to putting on the monkey suit, such as the days when he is just staying at home with the family or playing a round of golf with a business partner, he can be seen wearing a sports shirt and a pair of khakis - he hasn't worn jeans since he was a kid. He considers them to be blue-collar getup, and that is just not William's style.
Bodily Markings:
William is not the type to opt for more holes than he needs or to poison the skin he worked so hard to maintain with ink. He only has a small splatter of very light freckles and the occasional sunspot across his cheeks and down his neck.
A Layer Beneath
Personality:
Here comes the good part. William Masters is, in a word, ruthless. He gets what he wants, no matter what he has to do or who he was to hurt in order to get it. From a young age, William was known for this trait, often reducing his younger siblings to tears by yelling at them or ordering them around, and occasionally stealing their toys. He has a very cold heart and cares for no one but himself. He has never understood the concept of compassion or charity - a grave mistake when he entered into his first marriage. In William's mind, a person's only true love should be money, something he was rotten to the core with. In exchange for his generous allowances and lavish gifts, William assumed he would be getting a wife who lived only to please him and wait on him hand and foot - kind of like a maid, but a little sexier. The equation made perfect sense in his mind, showing just how twisted he was.
William is drunk with the power he now holds. Every time he closes a deal on a new dancer or catches a glance at his bank account, a thrill rips through him like nothing else. As a teen, he had feverish dreams about ruling the world and living within mountains of cash. He is perfectly happy with the world he does rule in reality, though - the dancing world. William greatly enjoys the feeling of having masses of people at his feet to do his bidding and take all the crap he throws at them. He is blunt and honest, his words often cutting through the young, impressionable dancers like a hatchet. William doesn't think twice about hurting someone's feelings and never holds back what he has to say - it's only the truth, after all, he tells himself.
Jealousy runs thick in his blood, and if William sees that someone else has something he wants, he can't stop thinking about it until he finally has it as his own. He simply does not allow anyone to one-up him, ever, which caused him a lot of financial trouble when he was fresh out of business school. William's jealousy inspires a hot anger in him that is always bubbling just beneath the surface - he can lash out at any given moment, even if seemingly unprovoked. He is very aware of his anger and sometimes goes on a rampage just to get an enjoyment out of the looks of fear and terror on others' faces. On an average day, William is holed up behind a desk or in some secret part of his home. He is antisocial and only puts on a mask when attending events or parties. His whole business life is behind a mask, really. It's almost as if William has a borderline split-personality. On one hand, you have ruthless, raging business man William Andreas Masters, and on the other, you have quiet, storming-on-the-inside Will.
William is usually quite grumpy, mumbling to himself rather often. He hardly ever smiles, even when he is in full-persuasion mode - then, he usually just goes for a half-smirk. He bears a permanent frown line on his forehead and smaller ones around his eyes. His laugh is harsh and scratchy, probably from sitting quietly as an unused function of William's vocal chords. He is an extremely serious man, living only for himself and his business, trying to make a name for himself in the large world. He aspires to go down in history, so he is known until the end of time and even beyond.
Likes:
Power
Money
Working
Business
Yelling
Golf
Watching the dancers
Dislikes:
Sharing
Wasting
Feelings
Jokes
Love
Charity
Weakness
Strengths:
Smart businessman
Persuasive
Quick to think on his feet
Weaknesses:
Very Jealous
Very Angry
Forceful
Quirks:
- Likes to think of himself as the King and the others involved in his company as different tiers of royalty
- Quite fond of golf even though he's awful at it and will probably never get better
- Actually quite scared of the future, but would never share that with anybody
History:
William set forth his ominous reputation the moment he decided to be born - he sent his mother through ten hours of labor, starting at the bright and lovely hour of three o'clock in the morning. He came out screaming and crying, probably in demand to know why he had been forced from such a nice place into this cold, new world. He kept that attitude as he grew up, crying and screaming (metaphorically, of course, William would never be caught showing weakness such as that), demanding to know why the cruel world wouldn't give him everything he wanted. It was not as if William was a poor, lonely boy raised in the slums. He was born into a rich family, and being the first child, he was supplied with everything his parents could humanly supply for him; but even at a young age, William knew he would always want more - he would always have an insatiable thirst for something bigger, even when he was on top.
He was not the sweet little boy that a mom is proud to call her own - he was hell to raise and caused a lot of trouble for the family, perhaps prompting the mother and father to bear more children in hopes that people wouldn't notice William as much. Quite the contrary - as brother after brother arrived, and finally, a sister, William grew even more restless and unbearable, causing both his new siblings as well as his parents a lot of grief. He learned the power of the guilt card early on and knew from an early age that taking advantage of someone's kindness was a pleasing feeling. As he entered the schooling age, his parents knew he would not be compatible with other children and immediately enrolled him into a private school, though it did no good. Day after day, note after phone call, William grew into a terrible child, yet he seemed so unphased by it all. If anything, the young boy seemed to enjoy the way he made people feel uncomfortable and worried.
The only change his teen years showed was an even more advanced level of cunning and deceit. William did not go through the customary rebellious stage that always came at this age, because in reality, his entire life had involved going against anything that anyone wished for him. He only continued his lifestyle of using friends and girls for what he wanted and then throwing them away as if it was nothing. He was popular in high school, all of his siblings were, but it was only for the money. William was the least personable boy possible, because it was at this time that he began to show his antisocial tendencies. Not only was he crude and heartless, he now even refused to speak to the majority of the world. He spent large amounts of time doing homework and planning the wonderful future he had in store for himself. He dreamed of nothing else except power.
Once out of high school, his parents rushed him off to college, relieved to get him out of the house for a few years. Once there, William realized just what would get him closer to his dreams and took up a business major, working feverishly on it for four years. When he graduated, he returned home - much to the dismay of his now-relaxed parents - and began to plan out his business. One of the first things he came up with was the name - Masters, Inc. He had always loved his surname and how powerful it was. William chose to create a dance company for two reasons - the rich investors and the beautiful women. His siblings soon got in on the deal and before very long, they had a prestigious dancing company, playing out of the palm of their hands. With everything going so great, William took a chance and did something out of the ordinary for him - he got married. Marriage was not something they taught you in business classes, though, and it was ended a short four years after. This did not effect William particularly hard, for he already had the power and money he had always dreamed of and was perfectly happy for his business to be his one love. William grew, and the dancing company took off once his brother invested in the underground dance club. He is now the owner of one of the biggest and best talent companies in the world.
Password: Admin Approved
RP Example
Do I have to write one up as William or can I copy-paste from another site? Here's a copy-paste(this character is a lot like William), I will whip something up as William if this isn't what you want:
With the Mirror of Erised only a distant memory to the castle, having been long removed by the late, great Dumbledore, the so-called 'Forbidden Room' was now just like any other hole in the wall you could find in the school. For all these years the room had remained empty, perhaps because the magic of the Mirror still lingered, but more likely was the fact that the room was pretty separated from all the other active classrooms. The Forbidden Room was at the end of a seldom-used, dusty corridor, lined with other generally empty rooms and, sometimes, cluttered storage closets.
Andrew circled the empty room, which really was completely bare except for a long-lost chair and bits of used parchment that had been brushed into long-forgotten corners. Dust covered the floor and cobwebs hung from the high ceiling. A cold laugh bubbled from Andrew's throat and echoed around the circular room and escaped through a tall window on the opposite wall of the door. He shook his head at the thought of how much space this school wasted - it was such a large castle, and only a few of the rooms were actually occupied full-time. On every corridor you happened to turn down, you could easily pick out several empty, dust-ridden rooms. Every time Andrew happened upon one of these rooms, opportunity shone is his eyes. He could practically see himself converting these empty spaces into exclusive club rooms, conference halls, anything your heart desired - the only thing that held him back was the work. Andrew was a natural leader; he made the plans, and other people did the actual physical labor. Andrew refused to get his hands and reputation dirty by doing handyman work, and he had yet to meet another classmate who would comply to his wishes of working relentlessly without pay. Andrew sighed at his woes, as he so often did, and took a seat in the old, rickety chair, staring at the lighter spot on the floor where the Mirror of Erised had sat for hundreds of years.
Andrew visited the Forbidden Room quite often, it was one of his favorite empty spaces to visualize in. The room had a unique, circular shape and tall windows that gave it a regal look; it was also rather large, and to Andrew, bigger always meant better. Plus, not a lot of students visited this place, and he was defying his professors by coming here. But Andrew did not think that the shape or emptiness of the room was the only thing that kept coming back so much - it was the magic that lingered in the air. Every magic object and spell leaves traces, and the Mirror of Erised had been in this one place for so long, it's magic choked the dusty air. Andrew had never wished he could have had a chance to look in the mirror, he was perfectly aware of his biggest desire - power. And that was the exact reason Andrew came to this room so often - the desiring magic in the air made him feel powerful, like he could do anything he willed to and he could control anyone he wanted, with a little persuasion. Andrew leaned back in the old chair with a loud creak and a smirk came to his face as his eyes clouded over with his dreams of the future. He would be rich, and powerful, perhaps Minister of Magic...
As images of dancing Galleons and beautiful ladies played across Andrew's mind, his eyes slowly slid shut and he dozed off into a light catnap, his arms crossed over his chest and his legs crossed at the ankle. His head leaned slightly toward his chest, his chin pointing down, and the smirk never sliding from his lips.
How did you find us??
Got a PM on ProBoards Support (also saw the advert there). You also advertised on my site :]
