Post by Flint Montgomery on Apr 9, 2010 19:40:26 GMT -3
Flint Montgomery[/size]
Name: Flint Montgomery
Nicknames: Monty
Age: 22
Date of birth: January 26, 1988
Greek House: President of Alpha Delta Phi
Major: Business / Accounting
Personality: There is very little that Flint cares about other than himself. Status, wealth and popularity is what soars in his life. And he doesn't mind stepping over or pushing anyone out the way anyone who gets in his way. His goal though not personally his is to follow in his fathers footsteps. Which he doesn't want to follow. It has caused him to have a chip on his shoulder. His attitude rarely changes and it's quite simple: beat it or get beaten.
Likes:
- working out at the gym
- hanging with the fellas
- being President of his fraternity
Dislikes:
- when his girl gets too clingy
- whiny, bitching and moaning
- letting his father down
Appearance: (Optional)
Celebrity Claim: Jensen Ackles
Sample RP: No number of drinks could soften the pain that Clive now felt in his heart. And believe in this, he had had more than enough drinks before he had even arrived at the local bar. It had been several weeks since his breakup with Brooke, while ultimately it was his fault because of his lack of communication of his part. He had assumed that she had thought he was not interested or that he was like most men; get what they want out of it and then leave. But it had not been the situation at all. It was much more complicated than that.
Clive downed another shot of bourbon. He didn’t care what kind, as long as it pierced his throat and drowned away the memories. Not enough people out there found great loves, but Clive had wondered every night since then had he passed up on something good.
“A shot of 151,” Clive said his speech slurred. “And keep ‘em coming.”
His hair was wildly arranged. The stubble of hair forming a 5 o’clock shadow had been desperately apparent, and the light bags underneath his eyes would prove to anyone that there had been some trouble going on with this man. He just couldn’t keep her out of his mind.
Brooke…
The bartender served him his shot and he took it in between his fingers and raised it to his lips. Before he gulped its fiery flavor, he pictured her one last time in his mind and he nearly choked on what would never be. His mind wanted to think, you’d get her back ol’ boy. But thought, No, no I won’t.
He followed through with his original thought and drank the shot quickly. The hot flavor surging down his throat.
Clive would just have to find some minor entertainment.
The Mastermind Behind it
Player’s Name: Grey
Age: 23
Other characters: N/A
Gender: Male
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