Post by daniel andrea silver on May 12, 2011 14:18:29 GMT -5
*DANIEL ANDREA SILVER,
"If you should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend."
- Stone Temple Pilots
"If you should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend."
- Stone Temple Pilots
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[/color][/center]*i'm beautiful in my own way,
» FULL NAME: Daniel Andrea Silver
» NICKNAMES: Silver
» AGE/BIRTHDAY: 17, July 19th
» GENDER: Male
» ORIENTATION: Asexual
» YEAR/ SCHOOL: Sophomore Dalton
» CLUBS: None
» CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
*'cause god makes no mistakes,
» HAIR: Blond hair tousled looking which seems to have a life on its own.
» EYES: Blue/Grey eyes which seems to have a mischievous light to them.
» HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5’10/120lbs
» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: None
» STYLE: Casual while not in his Dalton uniform, prefers t-shirts and jeans.
» BODY TYPE: Slim, almost to the point of seeming to thin though there are muscles there under the fair skin.
» PLAY-BY: Richie Stringini
*i'm on the right track baby,
» LIKES:
- Coffee & Chocolate
- Playing Drums
- People
- Video Games
- Adventures
» DISLIKES:
- Loneliness
- Drugs
- School Uniforms
- Boring Classes
- Being Sick
» STRENGTHS:
- Friendly
- Helpful
- Easygoing
- Computer Genius
- Optimist
» WEAKNESSES:
- Naive
- Pushy
- Gullible
- Leukemia (while he is healthy now, there is always a chance it might come back)
- Concentration Issues
» SECRETS:
- Cancer Survivor - has a small fear that he might become sick again in the future.
- Asexual - does not even realise this himself.
- Mommy's Boy - formerly bullied because of this fact.
» GOALS:
- Make his parents proud
- Be Memorable
- Survive High School
» OVERALL PERSONALITY:
To start off, Daniel is very excited.
He's honestly just really, really excited to be alive and plans to make the best of it (in his own way). And, due to his general excited-ness, he's pretty bouncy all the time. And his addiction to caffeine and sugar isn't much of a help in the area of getting him to calm down, but he doesn't care much. While other people might care, Daniel just kind of goes about being excited and all over the place and a tad bit annoying at times.
He loves meeting new people and has about the mentality of a four-year-old when it comes to the danger strangers might be; he could honestly talk all day to new people, just because he loves finding out about people. Trust is something that Daniel hands out freely. He has never had any reason not to trust someone. As far as he can tell everyone is a potential friend. It's not so much his adoration for friends that he talks to strangers without warning as it is his adoration for psychology and he likes to see how people react when a complete stranger just pops up and introduces himself to them. Some people will keep walking, albeit a bit faster, some will strike up uncomfortable, Get Away From Me Now conversation with him, and some will pretend they've known him their entire lives. His favorite is the last group.
Daniel has a bad little habit of giving others small nicknames, the nicknames might change over time and not all of them are a variation of the person’s name. The nickname could be anything from the social status, his first impression of the person or things like the car the person drives.
As it happens, Daniel is also a bit supernaturally lucky. He'll find money on the ground, and he'll more often than not have good days. Nothing really ridiculous like winning something in the lottery every time he gets a scratch card, though.
However, Daniel yearns to learn as much as he possibly can though because of his bouncy nature it is hard for him to focus on one subject at the time. He really wants to be the kind of person that can hold intelligent conversation with historians, scientists, mathematics professors and physicists, in short anybody who would be considered a great asset to society. This goal is a hard one but Daniel is doing the best he can to make it.
Daniel is also curious – in the Killed-The-Cat kind of way. It's another one of those personality traits that could definitely get him in trouble. Very, very deeply in trouble.
He's gullible. It's quite sad what he'll believe really. Although, he doesn't believe things he knows to be false. You can't tell him "2 + 2 = 5." He's not that gullible, but you could tell him something like, "I have baseball card worth one million in my room." He'll believe you, being amazed that you can get hold of something like that. He's just that kind of person. And he used to be worse.
Daniel is not one to hold grudges; it is just not in his nature. If this is because he lacks the attention spam to do so or because he forgets why he was mad in the first place is unknown to even him. Yes, because Daniel can be mad who does not do so now and again? The only real difference between his anger and most others is that he rants, he does not full out blow up on the person and he rarely screams. The guy would never raise his fists either but it has happened sometimes that his waving arms has managed to slap someone as he is in mid rant over what makes him mad.
Poor Daniel often gets off-track when he talks. Not even just a little, he gets so far off-track that it would take a forklift to get him back where he needs to be. He could go from sports to furniture in about three sentences. He also often omits entire sentences from his speaking and so people get lost very easily around him. The main reason he omits sentences is because he thinks them and then thinks that he's said them. It's definitely a flaw, but it isn't one he's really looking to fix. He thinks it makes him more fun – "...like deciphering a new language!" as he put it.
*i was born this way,
» PARENTS: Charlotte [48] & Lucas Silver [54]
» SIBLINGS: Alex [25], Dianna [23] & Gareth [21]
» PETS: Guinea Pig called Bopster
» SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
» OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: None
» HISTORY:
Daniel Silver is born into money; the Silver family is successful, famous and rich. Well, the famous part was not really known by all as it is his father’s company that is famous and not the actual family. Silverhart Tech is known all over the country for their inventions of new technology, well the tiny computer microchips that is in new technology now a day. In short any kid would feel lucky to be part of such a family, and Daniel is not an exception.
He was born as the youngest of four, with one older sister and two older brothers as his role models.
His father Lucas Silver was a strict man who tried to teach his children that nothing in life came for free. He also wanted his children to have good manners and to work for things on their own. Even with his strict regime he was a fair man and a hard working one. So hard working in fact that he was rarely home with the rest of the family. He was there when it counted however, like the time when Daniel was five and fell down from the second floor window and broke his arm. His father had taken the first flight home, even cancelled a meeting to be with his injured son. How Daniel had managed to fall out of the window in the first place was never discovered.
Even with this acts of love from his father Daniel was mommy’s little boy.
Charlotte Silver a strong and a very caring mother, who loved her children. Daniel does not know that her pregnancy with him had been a big trial on her body and she had almost lost him three times during the seven months she carried him. This had caused her to become very over protective over her youngest son. His siblings seemed to understand this behavior to some degree and did not protest that Daniel got special treatment.
Daniel could have gone without it however.
Being a rich kid in public school was one thing, but being a rich kid who had a doting mother who refused to leave his side before he was safely in the school was something completely different. Daniel was brutally teased because of this, name calling which mostly consisted of references to him being a mommy’s boy were used daily. At first young Daniel did not know much better then to just take whatever the other kids sent his way, though when his older siblings found out what was going on they taught him a valuable lesson; How to get even.
Off course none of the Silver children were prone to using their fists in a confrontation, no they had learned long ago that words spoke louder then actions and Daniel did know a lot of words. Being the son of a business man had its benefits as he had many times heard his father speak on the phone to his business partners or other parties at the breakfast table (even though his mother had tried numerous times to ban the phone away for such family occasions) which had given Daniel a lot of fancy words he could use as his arsenal.
This caused Daniel to go from being the bullied to the weird kid. Not that the young boy minded that long, it was after all a step up and he loved being able to make the other kids frown.
Though Daniel was not as school smart as his older siblings he did excel in working on a computer, a gift that made his father very proud but also worried. The older man had seen how easily it could be to get hocked in your work and not be able to spend time with the people who really mattered and he did not want such a life for his son.
Daniel never was much into sports, not that his mother would ever allow him to actually play anything so dangerous. Though when Daniel was fourteen he decided to rebel against his mother and told her that he was going to learn how to play the drums. His mother, who was deadly scared that her little baby would poke his eyes out with the pointy sticks, did not allow it. In the end it was his father who managed to convince his mother that letting Daniel try it out, the business man was just glad to see that his youngest son finally seemed interesting in something besides his computer. Sure his father did not indicate in any way that he was overly pleased with his son’s choice, and told him that he could at least have chosen a proper instrument. Daniel did not take the comment to hard however, and just kept on banging his drum set and learning quickly how to play the instrument.
When Daniel was fourteen however the normally lively boy started to get tired a lot, his family did not think much of it at first but when he started to sport bruises on his body for no apparent reasons his mother started to worry. His father tried to calm her down saying that boys would be boys and that a few bruises could not hurt anybody. It was not until he collapsed at school that the alarm bells really started to make a sound. He was sent off to the best doctors in the state, test where run and the result was devastating.
Daniel was diagnosed with Acute lymphoblastic leukemia.
Over a year of drugs and chemotherapy followed, and there was touch and go there for a moment but Daniel managed to come through and conquer the disease.
Because he had been so sick however he had lost a lot of school and his father decided to help his son out in a way he did not normally would. He decided to send Daniel off to private school to give him the best education that money could buy.
Even though he got into one of the best private schools in the country it was still decided that to make it easier for him he would start all over again in high school. Daniel, or Silver as most people call him by his last name, did not mind much that he is in fact one year older than his other classmates and he really does enjoy Dalton even though remembering to wear the tie which is part of his school uniform is a drag.
*don't hide yourself in regret,
» NAME/ALIAS: Silv
» AGE: 27 (god I feel old)
» ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: I have been roleplaying for about 14-15 years now.
» HOW YOU FOUND US: Even though it is less then an hour since I found the site I do not remember how I actually ended up on the site. From another Glee site most likely…. My memory sucks sometimes…
» CODE PHRASE: admin edit
» RP SAMPLE:Daniel liked to build sand castles.
It was one of his favorite pastimes from his childhood. How he had loved sitting on the shore, on the sand that was hard and moist from the receding water, but far enough away from the shoreline to keep his mother from fretting over his shoulder. The sand was good there, firm enough to pack together, making strong castles but not so wet as to turn into a pile of mush. Some kids liked playing in the muddy sand closer to the water, getting covered in sopping, dripping muck. His father had said it was disgusting, letting children play in filth, but Daniel thought they looked happy.
This was really not the season for sand castle building at all. The sand was a little harder because of the cold air indicating that Christmas was fast approaching and he felt like he was wearing way to much clothes for this activity. It did not bother him much as he sat there his jeans gradually getting covered in sand.
He began with four corner towers. He gathered four piles of sand, careful to make them about the same size. They had to be even otherwise his castle would look silly. He then had to pack the piles tightly, smoothing the sides of the rampart, denting the tops to look like the stone ridges he saw in pictures. Parapets they were called, he thought proudly. He then built walls to connect all four towers; thick sturdy walls.
This castle was almost perfect, the best he’d ever built well the only one he remembered the finishing result of as his mom usually dragged him away before he managed to finish one. His fingers were shaking with excitement as he grabbed a twig and snapped off the protruding leaves to make a clean stick. Daniel got on his knees, inching carefully towards his castle. With a delicate touch, he ran the bare twig along the walls, outlining bricks in the moist sand.
He sat there when he finished looking at the final result of his castle, a grin spread over his lips as he felt proud for remembering how it was built in the first place. Too bad there was nobody to show it to.
Looking around he knew that there were kids playing with their own sand a little further down the beach. Daniel however knew that a person his age should not approach them and ask them to join in his activities. He had done that once before when he had managed to find the perfect hiding place in a park and one of the mothers had overheard the conversation and accused him of trying to molest her child. Even when he had tried to explain the situation he had still been escorted out of the park by the local police and told never to return and that they were watching him. No, the kids were out of the question and he doubted the parents had any interest of looking at his beautiful castle.
Daniel was about to give up a little disappointed that he would not be able to show his creation to anybody when a figure in the corner of his eye caught his attention.
Turning he saw a man sitting further away from where he was. Scruffy was the only thing that Daniel could describe the man as, like he could not care less. Sure the other man looked clean, but there was just something about him that made Daniel wonder if he was regretting getting up in the morning. Drinking at the beach might be the reason to why he saw the man as such.
Daniel was never one to let appearance or behavior of other people stop him from trying to get his way however. So he stood up, careful not to ruin his masterpiece in any way. His jeans were covered with wet sand and so was the sleeves of his warm and too big wool sweater, he brushed off as much as he could which was not much and then made his way towards the stranger. An ever present bounce in his steps he grinned by the thought of what the stranger might say about his request.
He stopped a little away from the other man, almost losing his balance in the process as the sand shifted under his feet. A small giggle escaped him as he got his balance back, he felt like a small kid again only this time his worried mother and strict father was not looking over his shoulder. “You wanna come see my sand castle?” Straight to the point and not even blinking Daniel stood before the stranger. His body not standing still a moment, every few seconds he would bounce in his spot as a small child who wanted some kind of praise for his achievements.
A huge grin was plastered on his face as he waited for the strangers reply. The only thought in his head besides the chance to show off his work was that the leather pants the man was wearing did not look comfortable.
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