Post by trace gabriel phillips on Oct 21, 2009 14:53:43 GMT -5
trace gabriel phillips
twenty-one . bartender . eccentric
twenty-one . bartender . eccentric
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]trace gabriel phillips .
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]ace .
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]twenty-one .
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]sweet, charming, funny, hyper, random, oblivious, flirtatious, partier, fearless, different, carefree, laid-back, athletic.
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]Trace Gabriel Phillips was born on March 29th, 1988 in Seattle, Washington to Gavin and Mikayla Phillips. His parents had originally wanted a girl, but they could only have Trace. All in all, he really hates his name but his mom tried to name him Avery so he defintely prefers Trace. His dad picked the name. He goes mostly by Ace around his friends, but his parents and his family calls him Trace. He was supposed to have a younger sister, but his mom had a miscarriage. His parents haven't treated him different as if he was insignificant because he wasn't a girl, but they joke about it sometimes. He's always been outgoing, even as a child he had a lot of friends since both of his parents worked.
When he was a freshman in high school, his parents decided to move to NYC because his mother wanted a new job. And apparently, she needed to move across the country for one. Ace never really understood that, but his mom hated to be in one place for too long. He didn't mind the city once he got used to it, just missed his friends. He likes to be around his friends, and is bored when he's alone. He hates to be in silence, and both of his parents worked a lot. His dad is a writer for the New York Times and his mom had her own dance studio. His father was always pushing him to be a super athletic guy in high school since he never was, so he played basketball in high school. He doesn't play anymore, although he probably could have gotten a scholarship, sports aren't really his thing. He moved out as soon as he graduated, and got a job as a bartender. It isn't life-altering, but it gets him by. He doesn't really like to be in the spot light, he just goes with the flow.
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ooc name: christine
pb being used: wood simmons
years of experience: one
membergroup: citizen
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Naomi saw Trey's face change when he noticed that she was worried. She was trying not to upset him any more, and apparently it wasn't working. She had tried to act like everything was normal, but he was riding that bike just as hard as if it wouldn't affect it at all. She didn't like it. She started to answer him, but no words came out because as soon as she opened her mouth, his bike sped up and she could see that something was wrong. She didn't say a word, because there was a bad feeling in her stomach like something was going to happen to Trey and it was going to be all her fault. Why hadn't she stopped him from leaving? She cared more about watching One Tree Hill than about her own flesh and blood.
She followed her brother as he sped off into the forest. She could feel her heart stop as she saw him ran into things, almost falling over. But he didn't fall off the bike, he just kept hitting things and then Naomi knew she was crying. Maybe he would be okay. He glanced back at her and she knew her face was hell. He wasn't even on the trail anymore, and his face was cut up and scarred. She jumped off her bike as he fell to the ground. She didn't notice that she was crying until some of her tears hit her arm when she was running towards him. Naomi never prayed once in her life, but now she was going to. Please don't let my baby brother die. Please let him be okay.
She ran to him, calling out his name. "Tristen!" she yelled, as if he would answer. She never ever called him Tristen unless she was upset with him, or if she was worried about him. And right now, worried didn't even cover it. She sat next to him frantically. "Tristen!" she said, trying to wake him up. She pulled her phone out of her left pocket, thankful that she had brought it at all and that it hadn't fell out of her pocket and dialed 911. "Hi, Hospital Emergency, what is your problem?" the girl asked. "Hi, I'm Naomi Stanford, " she said between tears. "My brother had a dirtbike accident, we're in the Ocean Shores forest," she said, "Please help me," she said pitifully. "It'll be my fault if I loose him." she added. "Okay ma'am, I'll send an ambulance. You can stay on the line with me until they get there." the girl replied.
In Naomi's opinion, the ambulance took way too long. Naomi went with him in the ambulance, not bearing to leave his side. She stopped crying a lot less once they were on their way to the hospital. She just wanted him to wake up. She just wanted him to wake up and joke about how funny that was that he scared her like that, and Naomi would slap him and they would all be fine. That was all she wanted.
