Post by Ben Paul on Apr 10, 2013 19:17:42 GMT -5
~Enrollment~
Name: Ben Paul
Any Aliases?: N/A
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Job: N/A
New or Returning Student?: New
Picture:
"I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me... but I can't help it that I'm so popular."
-Gretchen Weiners (Mean Girls)
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Personality: Ben is easily described as stupid and useless by his peers, though he's really just an anxious guy who doesn't do well under pressure. He can be pretty clumsy, but he means well. At first, he's a shy, nervous wreck with few social skills and rather cowardly, but if you manage to befriend him, he becomes a loyal dog that would help you through thick and thin. He does his best to put others before himself, especially if you're a close friend. If you befriend him, he will become a much more friendly individual who's an open book. On the other hand, if you push him around enough, he will lash out. He is prone to revealing secrets if they make him feel guilty.
Clubs affiliated with: TBA
History: Born and raised in Georgia, Ben had a rather simple life growing up with his parents and his little sister. Because he wasn't built for athletics, Ben decided to get into music instead. Becoming a bit of a 'band geek,' Ben wasn't a very popular kid in school. He wasn't a stud, he wasn't rich, he was just there. Sometimes, he wondered if he would be better off at another school.
When he received a letter telling him that he was chosen to go to Hidden City High, he was quick to pack up his bags and go in hopes he was doing something right for once.
Plans: Screwing up everything on accident of course! C: I'm sure he'll be a bullying victim at some point. I'd be open to a love interest. He could probably use some friends too.
Sample Post: Creak.
A thousand curse words popped into Ben's head as he opened the shrieking door. The room was dead quiet, and he happened to walk into class late. It wasn't his fault! He didn't mean to drop his binder onto the floor. He didn't mean for some girl to walk by and kick to the opposite end of the hall. It wasn't his fault he got slammed into the nearby lockers. Luck was just not on his side. Surely the teacher would understand, right? Probably not. Ben would probably get tossed out as soon as he stepped foot in class after receiving a lengthy lecture about keeping track of time. What fun that was going to be.
Wincing as the door shut behind him with a clang, he shuffled over to his desk, keeping his head down to avoid stares. It was times like this he wished he wasn't as tall as he was. Sure, he wasn't eight feet tall, but if he was shorter, then maybe he wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb. Especially in a situation like this, when he wanted to be unseen. He sat down in his desk and bit his lower lip nervously. Blue eyes flickered this way and that.
I'm in trouble, I'm in trouble, I'm in trouble.
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