COOK, rory anderson

[rory anderson cook]

RORYANDERSON COOK,

quiet, indifferent, lonely, homosexual, lazy

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BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Rory Anderson Cook
NICKNAMES: RORY,
AGE&GRADE: SEVENTEEN AND I'MMA SENIOR.
BIRTHDAY: JULY SIXTH
GENDER: male; I HAVE AN X AND A Y
CLIQUE: outcast.
PLAY-BY: christofer drew ingle

PERSONALITY

LIKES:video games, pokemon, being nerdy, nerds, 1337, being a fool, acting crazy, smoking, ciggies, dancing, nerdin' it out, music, raves, lights, clothes, hair, jeans, lounging about,boysss, maryjane, alcohol,
DISLIKES: smelly things, dead smelly things, dead batteries, losing game files, loosing to lenni, losing things, eating too much, running out of juice boxes, people telling him to stop smokin', slute, hobags, douchebaggery. assholes, etc.
HOPES: self explanitory
FEARS: being left behinds, hated for who i really am, being completely and totally abandoned because i liked boys.
SECRET: i like boys. i'm totally gay and no one knows.
PERSONALITY:
funny-
people say i'm funny, okay i guess i can be when i'm in the mood, but i'm pretty... iffy. like sometimes i'm all into it, and sometimes i just want to be left alone, it's anyone's guess what it's going to be at that point in time. sometimes i'm happy and cheery and all into everyone's conversations, and then i can change on a dime, it's almost as if i suffer from bipolar disorder, but i don't. it's just, the way i am i guess. like there's certain things that irk me and those things drive me up the wall, and they only annoy me if i'm feeling a certain way, i'm so weird. no one knows for sure why i'm like this, but i try and spare my little sister from my state. my twin isn't so lucky since she's a bitch. i feel terrible after, but i feel so good when i'm verbally attacking someone when it happens. revenge isn't sweet after the fact i guess. my jokes are pretty sarcastic, and dry. i just like making people laugh even when i lay on my personality a bit thick. getting people to laugh makes me think that they're starting to like me a bit more, or something stupid like that. i like perverted jokes, i like funny jokes, and i like sarcasm.
friendly-
i'm pretty friendly, or i try to be most of the time, but it's hard. i'm quite prejudice if i really think about it. i try not to judge people by their look and their styles, or who they hang out with, but it's difficult. i've just been around people who are exactly how i perceive them, not that that works out now in the real world, but you know. if someone needs help i'll probably debate helping them, if not just help them, it's the way i am i guess. if someone you know, is mean to me, i'm probably not really going to bother with them much. i just, i just don't like it and if someone has a bad opinion of me i try and change it, unless you're my sister's friends, then i just don't care. so yeah, also if you're like new around somewhere and you talk to me, i'll talk with you and help you out learning the ways about something. you know how it is.
laid back/lazy-
i'm pretty laid back. i don't care about a lot of things, and i make it obvious. school? eh, what about it? i slid by, i didn't do so hot in the wonderful jail system. you could consider me lazy, and even by my standards i am a lazy fat ass, but i don't care. the only things i really care about is being liked, having fun, music, and my friends. other than that i don't give a shit, i just want to have fun. but i must admit, i get frustrated so so so easily, it's super sad to admit, not to mention embarrassing, but it's the truth. if i'm having trouble with math or something, when i was in school. i'd throw my notebooks across the room totally annoyed with the whole concept of math or whatever the fuck it was. i just hate dealing with shit that doesn't make sense, or completely frustrates me. i stress out about that shit.
nervous/sociallyretarded-
speaking about stress, i get really nervous, and i hate being alone in large crowds. if i am i act laid back and cool and shit, but on the inside i'm dying. i just want to disappear and fit in. i have an obsession with getting certain people to like me for who i am and sometimes for who i'm not. i crack jokes to make people laugh, i sometimes don't even act like myself. i turn into a complete and utter nervous wreck around new people, it might even seem like such a hypocritical situation that i get on stage and do my thing with Troubled Genius, but who knows. maybe being with my best friends helped make it better for me. they know me quite well after all.
strange-
i'm selectively mature. back up where i said i have a lot of mood shifts? this also effects this too. sometimes i'll be goofy and loony and act like i'm seven. but other times i'm straight up difficult, and completely literal. sometimes i whine, and sometimes i get annoyed by childish behaviors. sometimes i'll join in, and yet others i'm embarrassed to be in the situation. i've been getting better though, over the years. i get pessimistic when i'm mature, very negative and it's annoy. a huge kill joy, if you know what i mean. i can be cruel and sadistic when i'm in a bad mood, it just comes with the rory sandwich i guess.

APPEARANCE

EYES: ovally shaped? I don't know, I don't really go into the bathroom and gaze into my eyes, then again that could be what i was missing in this whole self confidence thing. i'd say almond-y and brown.
HAIR: I don't like having ridiculously short hair because I think that I look like a dork with cropped hair. I keep it pretty medium length, i suppose. It's not like down my back or anything so that's good, it's sort of the perfect length of not too long, and not too short, right in the middle.
PIERCING/S: my ears are pierced, gauged too, but my hair sometimes covers it up. It's something my mom doesn't really enjoy so I keep it covered, literally.
TATTOO/S: I have a lot. it's probably kind of illegal, but oh well. I have them up my arms and across my chest. There's the Alpha sign and the Omega, my bands around my arms, anchors on my hands, and the quote across my chest. Oh yeah, I'm a regular ink pad.
OVERALL: I guess you could sort of say I look like a stereotypical hippie wannabe. Alright, you could possibly be right. So what? I don't claim to be a hippie. I wear skinny jeans, band-shirt, have my arms inked up, does that make me a bad person? I didn't think so. Mom doesn't agree with half the shit I do, but she isn't stopping me.

BIOGRAPHY

MOTHER: Julia Cook,49,homemaker
FATHER: jason cook,50,surgeon
SIBLING/S: Eliza Isabella Cook(youngest), Olivia Rebecca Cook, (five minutes younger)
OTHER/S:
OVERALL:
Back in the day me and my sis were born preemie, like twins usually are. We were born, basically, on July 6th, but my sister, Olivia, was born at 12:03, five minutes after me, so technically she was born on July 7th. Yeah so we were born to my mom, Julia Cook, and my dad Jason Cook. So the day we were born started our difference, mom always said she wanted to be separated from me so badly that she just waited for five minutes, or something like that. We were tight for the first few years, she and I, we were inseparable and cried whenever we were apart, but then we started kindergarten. Her nice blond hair was something everyone adored, and I had red hair and played pokemon and junk. She got “Popular”, if you could even call it that at that age, and my mom got pregnant again and gave birth to Eliza Isabella Cook nine months later. We were a happy family of four.

Over the years Liv and I got pretty distant, which sort of bothered me a little, but not much. I guess she didn’t like the twin thing we had. That was fine. She and I were in two different crowds, it’s the way it is in school. I was nerdy, and she liked clothes. When we were both almost nine my mom made us choose an instrument to learn, otherwise it’d be piano. I chose guitar and liv chose piano, I loved the instrument and liv dropped out of piano after a year. By that time I was in fourth grade Eliza started school, early sure because she was a genius. I sort of faded into the background to let the two girls shine, I didn’t mind. Liv’s friends sort of poked fun at me, but I ignored it as I was taught to. It just bothered me that my sister didn’t stick up for me and what not.

Middle school was better, I found a group of kids who liked to be nerdy, but also liked music, which was good because I fell in love with music. I was convinced that my sister got injected with something at school because all of a sudden her brain cells started frying, like she was an idiot. Her friends were terrible people, they talked about guys and doing things that probably shouldn’t be done at their age, but I didn’t do anything cause she didn’t want me to. To her I was a mistake, even though I was older, to her I was stupid, even though I had more common sense in one pinky than she did in her body, which started filling out and gross stuff like that. Eliza was a brainiac, and she was great to talk with even with the age gap. I tried to help her with school, but it was I who ended up needing help from her.

High school was torture in the beginning, but my friends made it better. I met more music junkies that I could talk to about everything with, and then I had game junkies that I played with. My sister fell into a bad crowd and bad things happened to her. I still didn’t understand why she didn’t like me, but I didn’t really care at that point, I just didn’t want her in the group she was in. I had nothing wrong with her getting high and shit, she just drank until she passed out and I didn’t think that was good at our age, so I told our parents, and she hated me even more. She was materialistic and a cold hearted bitch, she made me wish we were born years a part. Eliza let me advise her never to turn into Liv, and she agreed. Also in high school I came to the realization that i liked both girls and boys, although i kept that from my family, especially Olivia, she'd have told the whole school if it helped her get a head. And there was that I sort of just don't like to advertise it. There's very few people i actually tell about it. I joined a band with my best friend Lenni, who I vented to about my stupid twin sister. So yeah. I'm pretty damn happy now.

CREATOR

NAME/ALIAS: I GO BY MEG/AN
EXPERIENCE: LIKE FOUR OR FIVE YEARS.
FOUND US: CAUTION TWO POINT OH

note: the likelihood of this ever repeating is slim to none, it's the only one i could place my hands on. c;
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

There had to be about a thousand ways that Abby would rather waste her time than serving drinks to the creeps that lived around Detroit. In fact, she'd rather shove her head down a men's urinal than do what she did. She enjoyed mixing drinks and what not, just the people in this part of town were... eerie. And then there was the fact that she had to serve blood to special customers, aka vampire scum that came into the bar. Apparently something about a bunch of dead teens on the bars rep wasn't good for human business, or so she'd been told.

Working here in Famous Last Blood had never been her choice. It'd been forced upon her by the Damno's second in command, Sean Rogers. A name that sent shivers down many vampire's spines. He didn't sound like much, with his name being so normal, but she'd been present during things to prove otherwise. He was feral and deadly, his touch was poison. Basically he was Poison Ivy, he seduced his victims with his innocent looks, but he was anything but pure. Sean was one of the perfect examples of what a vampire wasn't it was that which made him the perfect killing machine. There was something about him that just invited you in, his smooth tone, his good looks; but underneath all of that, he was just a sadistic killer. He preyed on the naive and innocent, and the not so innocent if he wanted a challenge. He liked to break people, smash them into little pieces and leave them. The worst part about that? He was good at what he did. He was very good. She'd almost fell for his tricks, but she saw through it somehow. And now she was "special" to him. All that meant was no vampire could lay a finger on her without her consent and no vampire could feed off of her without Sean killing them. Actually that was the consequences for breaking those two simple rules on any of his "specials".

She sighed bending down for another bottle of tonic. Wasn't it cheaper just to get the shit and make it at home? Whatever, she wasn't allowed to say anything that would cause the vamps to lose business. It was true though, some of the drink costs were placed ridiculously over what they should be. Abby knew that she'd never waste her money buying any alcoholic beverage at a vampire bar. Who know what could be slipped into it. If the words "Vampire Bar" didn't clue you in, then you needed serious mental help. The bar was named "Famous Last Blood" for heavens sake, what sort of a cheap joke was that? It was obvious people still died here, but there must have been some vampire rule that mentioned cleaning up one's trash, or leftovers, whatever you wanted to call a human corpse that had been drained of all blood.

Abby stood up and started mixing another vodka and tonic for some hussy. The first time she'd laid eyes on that woman she knew right then that Tarzan was missing his loin cloth. There was no way that it was designed to be worn as a skirt, not that Abby ever found herself faced with the desire to wear such an item of clothing. She had however, church on a Sunday morning, if it wasn't a dress that her mother forced her into, it was a skirt. But if her mother were alive to see what this woman was wearing, she'd die all over again. Everything she wore as a child was modest, modest shorts, shoes, shirts, everything. It was the way her mother raised her, and Abby respected it. To this day Abby still dressed pretty modest. Her shirts were good, and her shorts never let her ass hang out, however they probably wouldn't pass her mother's standards. But at least she wasn't a crazy slut like the hussy she was serving.

"can you hurry this up? my man is waiting," she said, not even trying to force the smile that she had been earlier. Her hands pulled down her skirt to cover more, apparently it'd risen up, not that anyone with eyes would be able to tell.

Abby glanced up where she was looking and grimaced, if only this woman knew what she was getting in to. The man was a regular, always asking for the finest AB or O. He was a train wreck waiting to happen. He always took too much blood, and never took out his "trash". She wasn't sure who cleaned up after him, but someone sure did. Abby wondered if Sean was going to deal with him soon, he deserved the Sean consequences. She felt bad for saying that, but it was true, some vampires were good, very few, and others just needed to die.

"Yeah sorry." She said finishing the concoction and handing it to the woman who'd ordered it. She took the cash, which was no doubt tainted by the vampire's grimy hands, and put it away. She leaned against the bar and looked around skeptically. How could so many humans be so naive to what was happening? Could it be helped? She was friends with someone who worked in the technology group of the slayer group. She'd heard the term slayer before, or something about their group. Apparently they were the ones that killed her mother, but she wasn't supposed to be terminated. Abby didn't really understand how her father managed to tell them it was okay. She really didn't, but she forgave them too. It wasn't in the persons orders to kill her mother, but it happened. Nothing could change the past, it didn't really matter anyway, not anymore. She'd gotten over the death, they stopped attending church, and they moved on.

She snapped out of her thoughts and took another order. The bar activity was getting slower. She flipped open her phone and looked. It was the calm before the storm, it slowed down for a while and then picked up again. It was a good thing that she didn't have to work the second storm, she could leave soon. Abby moved around behind the bar and mixed the next drink quickly and expertly. If only her mother could see what she did now, it wouldn't go down well. Then again, it wasn't like she had a choice right now, besides it paid well enough for what she was put through during her shifts. She smiled and handed the drink over to the person and took the money away to be placed in the drawer. Sometimes it wasn't so bad.

Abby looked at her clock again and grinned, "Shift over." she said over her shoulder to someone who worked with her behind the bar. He nodded at her and looked at a garbage bag.

"do me a favor?" he asked her a grin plastered on his face. Abby sighed and took the bag from the ground,

[/i]"thanks abby! see you later."[/i] he said as she walked away from him, the bag in tow. Abby grabbed her bag from under the bar and started toward the door. She turned around to push the door opened with her back, giving the club one last look over. Sean nodded to her, amused by her antics. Something about the cocky smile that was placed over his mouth didn't make her feel very good about being in the center of Vamptown, surrounded by hungry vampires. She pushed the door open wanting nothing more than to get Sean's eyes off of her. His eyes were almost as powerful, if not more than, he was. He was scary and there was nothing anyone could say or do to convince her otherwise. He was one hell of a scary vampire.

She wanted to get out of vamptown almost as much as she wanted to get out of Sean's gaze. To say that she felt safer in the alley way behind the bar would be a lie, at least in the bar Sean would help her if she got into trouble... or so she thought he would. Then again, what if she was one of his victims? That was another terrifying thought. Abby swallowed hard and threw the garbage bag into the dumpster and she turned to leave, throwing the strap of her bag over her shoulder so that her vodka would have less of a chance of suffering.

Abby looked around again, just to make sure she was alone, not that she would be able to do anything if she wasn't. She'd end up dead before she could harm a vampire in any way. Abby froze because she wasn't alone. Something was hobbling along up ahead of her, and it looked like it was injured. She walked forward and looked at it's leg. Well, it was a man, a bleeding man. Abby sighed again and held her bag closely to her body. This was bad, this was really bad. "Shit." she said softly, so much for going home to enjoy her bottle of vodka. There was no way she'd be able to leave the hobbling man there, not when there were hungry vampires lurking in the area.
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