Post by gabriel on Jan 16, 2011 0:08:52 GMT -5
GABRIEL ASHLUND ♂ 27 ♂ PROFESSOR/CITIZEN
[/size][/color][/center]played by MEL
"Let's get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you?"[/font]
Most people just call me Gabe.
"'S cute. Mind if I just call you babe? Cool. So, babe, what's cooking - for those just listening?"[/font]
Oh, lord-- No! (laughs) Please, just Gabe.
I am approximately six feet and one inch tall. I weigh exactly 181 pounds. And I still have a good amount of muscle on me. I like exercise.
For the most part, I like suits. I know, it's a bit overly classy for a professor at Balston, but I think those kids like having a teacher who actually looks like he takes them seriously. Also, suits were just kind of the norm for me, growing up in New York. I don't usually wear the ties and cummerbunds, but I tuck my shirt in and wear something with a bit of a price tag on it.
That's literally all I wear when I leave my apartment. I honestly don't think I own jeans.
Of course, while at home, I usually just wear some slacks and a tee.
"Cute. Wore that just for me, huh? Speaking of which, give me the details. Gay? Straight? Look kinda like a swinger to me.. Care for a drink or a smoke, babe?"[/font]
I appreciate some good alcohol, but I'm by no means an alcoholic.
And I'm a teacher for a living-- I work to be a role model for kids. Drugs are definitely not allowed in my relative vicinity.
...Well, I do smoke. But, just when I'm stressed. And never around my students.
As for my sexual orientation... I'm (clears throat) straight.
"Damn. Get some! ha! Chill out. So, swear this won't get leaked anywhere but.. got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me!"[/font]
Secrets? (laughs) I fear I'm a very honest person. Honestly.
Well... to be frank, I can't lie for my life.
And I should probably tell you... (looks away) Um... I'm gay.
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]
I think I'm living my dream right now. I'm teaching a good, if slightly rambunctious, lot of kids. Well, I suppose I should call them adults. Most of them are only about eight years younger than I.
Besides that, I can't think of anything.
...Except maybe my father's approval. But, hey, that's every boy's dream. (scratches back of neck) I think I'd have to stop being gay if I ever want to get that, though.
"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half those are just hearing about you. Now let's see.. Oh, here we go. Tell me a bit about yourself. Likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses - all that. We need some dirt!"[/font]
Well, you certainly are a nosy person, aren't you? (laughs)
It's hard to tell you about myself, to be honest. My mom always said I was too modest for my own good.
Overall, I think I'm a pretty patient person. Being a teacher, I have to be. But that doesn't mean I can't get angry. If someone is harassing another person or just being plain disrespectful, I won't just sit by and wait for them to stop.
I'm not creative in the least. And I'm envious of people who are; being able to imagine an entire world, in seconds no less, would be absolutely amazing. Then again, I'm a little envious of anybody who has anything I don't. That sounds terrible, doesn't it? I know.
I'm an obnoxious workaholic. I stay at school after the bell; usually past supper time.
My work takes top priority to me in my life, because it's so important to me. I just get distracted with it, and have trouble remembering dates, or meetings. It's one of those things you think I could correct with an alarm or something, but I just zone out.
I swear, I'm not a terrible person all together, though. I am extremely social and love being around people when I'm not working. I'm not the stingy person my father was, either; I'm generous in most situations. I'm a little iffy about lending money out, but I usually can tell if it's for a good cause or not.
Talents? I do have a few. One is learning. I suppose that's not really a talent, but I seem to just have a sticky mind for knowledge. You can tell me a random fact today and I will remember it twenty years later.
It's not eidetic memory though; just something similar. I have more talent with information than pictures.
Oh! I play the trumpet. I took lessons all through middle school and high school, and I still play it often. As strange as this sounds, playing it helps me concentrate.
Let's see... Beyond that, I guess the only talent I have is teaching, which is more of something that I've been learning. Considering I've only been at it for a year and a half, I'm probably not all that good.
"Kinky, ha! Couldn't agree more. 'Nyways, one last thing. How'd you get where you are today?"[/font]
I didn't actually start out here, on the west coast. I was born in New York.
My parents were bigwig socialites. You know, a business tycoon father and a mother dedicated to charities.
I went to some expensive schools and had a generous upbringing. I hate to admit it, but I was kind of a jock. Sports, especially football and soccer, were what I was best at. My grades were always phenomenal; straight A's all the way through college. But that's not really important.
I was popular-- anyone who played football was-- and got a lot of attention because my family was rich. Of course, at the time, I didn't realize all those people liked me due to my circumstances. If I'd been a normal kid in a normal high school, I never would've been looked at twice.
Anyway, I was always surrounded by people. I'm used to having people around, but I enjoy solitude as well. Being alone was a luxury I didn't get as a kid, and I know better than not to appreciate now that I have my own place, thousands of miles from my parents.
My high school years were great, up through mid-senior year. That's when my... um... "preference" was discovered. Some girls were wondering why I never dated girls, and they made a guess and spread a rumor. Needless to say, their guess was right.
Now, understand, my father isn't a bad man. Just a dedicated one. When he found out that I was gay, he was horrified. Having a... a... fag for a son... Well, it just wasn't acceptable to him. My mom didn't mind; she was supportive and loving, but my connection with my father was permanently damaged by that. And I can understand how my choices would reflect poorly on him. Even in this age of equality, minorities, be it ethnical or sexual, will never be truly equal. To him, I was less of a man.
I really wish it hadn't played out like that, but it did.
For the rest of my senior year, high school was rough, but I made it. I left New York for California as fast as I could. Even though it just disappointed my father more that I wasn't sticking around to take care of them, my mother was much more supportive of my decisions. I came here and enrolled at Stanford.
I'd known what I wanted to do for a while, so even when I my father had been urging for me to go in to law, I went in to child development. By this point, I'd stopped paying attention to how critical my father was of me. I wasn't going up in his mind, so I might as well have just kept going down.
While at Stanford, things were pretty solid for me. I had a clean rep, and when my sexuality came out, California took it a lot better than New york did. I think it was because I was newer there, so they didn't expect anything from me. And, hey, California is full of hippies anyway.
I had a few boyfriends here and there, made a few friends, nothing too special.
In 2009, I graduated a year early. I guess I was just good at what I did, so I got out quicker than most. I don't really think much on it.
I looked for a job down south for about a month before I found my way to Outlier. I was looking for more middle of high school level, but there was an opening at Luxford and I just... I don't know. It felt right. I took the job, bought an apartment a few blocks away, and have been living happily since.
If you're wondering, yes I do keep in contact with my mother. Not so much with my father.
"Shiiit. Well at least you got yourself babe, can't take that away. And me. -winks- What I'm joking! Kind of. Anyways, relax while we evaluate you, get you into your place, alright? Also, we can't even accept you if your faceclaim has not been posted yet. Post in the faceclaim = your ticket to acceptance. Other than.. you know. Being accepted. A'ight, I'm out - peace."
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about you!
Hey rockstars.[/size]
My name's Mel, 15, and I've been roleplaying for all of about three months. Started in early/mid November and have been wandering in and out of sites since.
I'm a midwesterner from the US. You don't need to know the exact state, but I do operate on Central Standard time.
I have no character besides Gabe. I do so adore him. I've been wanting to play a homosexual man for a while, and I was watching Star Trek earlier and Chris Pine just looked perfect for the role I had in mind.
Not that Chris Pine is gay. I'd cry if he was. Or I'd get a sex-change so I could be with him. /shot
Mel out. ✌
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