PUCKERMAN, noah adam

*NOAH ADAM PUCKERMAN,

“I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.”

*i'm beautiful in my own way,
» FULL NAME: Noah Adam Puckerman
» NICKNAMES: He goes by Puck. Call him anything else? He'll probably kick your ass. Unless you're Jewish. Then you're safe.
» AGE/BIRTHDAY: Sixteen, August 7th.
» GENDER: Male. Very, very male.
» ORIENTATION: Straight.
» YEAR/ SCHOOL: Junior
» CLUBS: Glee Club, Football.
» CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon, baby.

*'cause god makes no mistakes,
» HAIR: Puck rocks a mohawk, and suggesting otherwise would be an absolute lie.
» EYES: His eyes are like two deep pools of... Of magma, or lava, or some other badass shit. Whatever, man, they're just brown.
» HEIGHT/WEIGHT: Puck is six feet of pure steel, man.
» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: His mohawk, washboard abs, huge biceps, and general badassery that can be smelled from outer space.
» STYLE: Puck, above all else, prefers rock tees, leather, his football jersey, or his birthday suit.
» BODY TYPE: How can you make 'sexier than anything' into one sentence?
» PLAY-BY: Mark Salling

*i'm on the right track baby,
» LIKES: Meat, kicking freshman, himself, sex, and, believe it or not, glee club.
» DISLIKES: School, authority figures, juvie, his father, and people thinking he likes glee club.
» STRENGTHS: Being badass, playing the guitar, singing, football, finding obscure swear words, and beating people up.
» WEAKNESSES: His inability to communicate with people on an emotional level, being nice to people without indirectly offending them, holding a stable and functioning relationship, people mocking his family, and heights.
» SECRETS: You'd never believe it, but Puck's soft spots lie in the form of his sister and grandmother. He can't imagine life without them, and they're the two most important people to him. Secondly, he's absolutely terrified for his future. He messed up by not getting good grades, and he doubts he can make it out of Ohio on intimidation alone, no matter how badly he wants it to be true. Finally, he's terrified of heights. Of course, he'd never say this to anyone for fear of being called a pansy, but he totally is.
» GOALS: He wants to be a rockstar, buy his Nana and sister a decent house, and have sex with his English teacher. Because, dude? She's sexy.
» OVERALL PERSONALITY: Puck is, in the most blunt of terms, an asshole. He's chauvinistic, offensive, and selfish, and if you told him this to his face? He'd most likely answer with a snort and a, 'Thanks for pointing out the obvious, dipwad,' followed by a dumpster-tossing.

Of course, Puck is also very human. This means that he feels things, he has weaknesses, and he has soft spots. Admittedly, he shows them about as much as a superhero shows his true identity, but his emotions are still there. And when they do show, they're typically very genuine. And then he threatens to beat you up if you say as much to anyone, but still.

Puck is also very talented. Be it in the way that he can move a body of people, (granted, through intimidation,) his singing, or the frighteningly large amounts of food he can consume, he is a very talented individual.

*i was born this way,
» PARENTS: Fran Puckerman (nee Adelman), Albert Puckerman
» SIBLINGS: Sarah Kimberly Puckerman
» PETS: Would you trust Puck to take care of another life form? Come on now.
» SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.
» OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: His Nana on his mother's side, Judith.
» HISTORY: Puck was born in Lima to Fran and Albert Puckerman. They weren't what one would call an average family, being that Albert would come home late reeking of alcohol and Fran would yell at him for doing so. Naturally, this was not a very healthy environment for young Noah to grow up in, but he never had time to really understand what was going on, being that he was only four when his father left their family.

If you were to ask Puck what he remembered about that night, he'd answer with a short and snappy, 'nothing,' despite the fact that it was a total lie. It was shortly after Sarah was born, and with two females now in the house, Puck had looked up to his dad more than anyone. He had been awoken by the sound of the door slamming, followed by the heavy thumping of his father's boots against the wood floor. He started down the stairs, fully intent on greeting his father, until he heard his mother's voice.

"You keep that noise up and you'll wake up the kids." Puck lingered on the staircase, suddenly aware of how late it was. He would get in trouble if he was up past his bedtime. He heard his father shuffle around some more, and then a particularly loud thump. "Did you hear me? It took me two hours to get Sarah to stop crying and go to sleep." There was a series of low murmurs, things that Puck couldn't hear. "You can't do this. You can't keep coming home completely smashed and think that it's alright! You're not in high school anymore, Al!"

"Are you trying to be a bitch, or is that just how you are all the time?" His dad asked. Puck furrowed his brow, anger bubbling in his chest. Nobody talked to his mother like that.

"Al, stop it, or I swear--"

"No, you know what, Fran? You can stop trying to--trying to control me all the time! Yeah, that's what you do. You try to mind-control me, guilt trip me when I don't spend enough time with the kids, or--"

"You don't spend enough time with them!"

"I didn't even want them!" At that moment, it felt like the entire world had stopped and Puck had been slapped in the face, all at once. He could still see the silhouettes of his parents talking and yelling, but it was as if he was locked in a soundproof room until--

"Then why are you still here?" His mother hissed.

"You know what? I don't even care. I'm not. I'm not here." His father stormed off to the door.

"I swear to God, Al, if you walk out that door, you better not walk back in."

His father looked around the house, looked at Puck, and never broke eye contact with his son as he said, "I won't be."

It was the worst goodbye Puck had ever had, but it was the most final.

Soon enough, his mother turned to drinking her pain away and his grandmother moved in to raise Sarah and him and 'educate them properly.' He became friends with a certain Finn Hudson and the rest, as they say, was history.

*don't hide yourself in regret,
» NAME/ALIAS: Savanna
» AGE: Fifteen
» ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Around three years now, to be honest.
» HOW YOU FOUND US: I'm pretty sure it was an ad on another RP site I was looking at.
» CODE PHRASE: admin edit
» RP SAMPLE:

Rachel generally had very little use for her cell phone. Save for daily texts to her fathers and reminders to various members of New Directions, she never really had much of a use for it. Even so, she kept it on the highest volume setting on her bedside table. Just in case somebody decided they needed to contact her, for whatever reason that might be. It wasn’t any secret that she didn’t have many friends, and the ones she did have weren’t exactly jumping at the chance to spend time with her.
But Rachel wouldn’t be disheartened by that. No, she would scratch and claw her way to the top, where there would be people who were just like her, who all appreciated her for all she had to offer. Not just her singing ability. And then, when she walked back to Lima, Ohio with an armful of acting awards and a lifetime of accomplishments, she would smile at all the people who were suddenly jumping at the chance to be her friend.

She supposed that she would someday have to face the possibility that she wouldn’t succeed, but her dream was something to hold on to. Something for those especially lonely Friday nights when she would stare at her facebook and scroll through statuses that she wasn’t tagged in, or those Monday glee rehearsals when people paired off to discuss their weekend. Sure, it was lonely, but the road to the top was meant to be a lonely one.

When Rachel heard her phone buzz, she jumped several inches into the air. She paused the song she was listening to (Lea Salonga never failed to disappoint!) and made a hasty job of opening her phone. She tried to repress the squeal of delight that bubbled to her lips upon seeing her phone flash ‘Inbox (1)’ across the screen, and checked the message with excitement ebbing away at her.

Her smile quickly faded and her stomach turned to lead once she read the message.

Still not making many friends, manhands?
- A

She took a deep, steadying breath and punched out a neat reply in the most dignified manner she could muster.

I find your methods of trying to insult me not only juvenile, but cowardly. Hiding your ugly words behind a letter is not cool; it’s childish.

Rachel sent the message and threw the phone on to her bed with a surprising amount of force. She flopped on to the bed and buried her face into her pillow, determined to curl her body into as small of a ball as possible.

And perhaps the worst thing was that nobody would care if she was hurting.