Post by myownnobody on Jul 10, 2011 15:39:07 GMT -5
Character Name:
Barclay McAllister
Country:
Scotland
Gender:
Penis
Age:
25
Camp guide or teen?:
Camp Guide from Hell
Appearance:
About 6' tall
Has firey red hair that's usually messy and parted down the middle
Vibrant peridot green eyes
Large eyebrows, but they still look small compared to his brother's
Firmly built, he is not scrawny, but he's not a wrestler either.
Piano fingers
Usually wears a kilt
His ears are actually pierced. He usually wears small gold rings.
He has a rather thick Scottish accent and it's hard to tell what he's saying sometimes.
Personality:
Barclay is a rather cocky individual. He loves using his accent in London to hit on women and he is a very charming ladies man around them. He often times dresses to the part and is very suave to buy them drinks. Sometimes it's only for their company, other times it's for the sex.
But the downside to him is he has a very bad temper. He has been known for starting bar fights with someone for very small things. He's usually good about keeping control during these fights. The only he sees as even being able to put up a good fight is Finnegan.
He's actually rather up to date with everything. He usually doesn't wear a kilt except for on special occasions, but he brought several with him to camp to harass Arthur by wearing them. He's actually rather flamboyant about his clothing, going for the more expensive and better quality brands.
Constantly changing, ever evolving, but always on trend~
Don't call him effeminate. He'll kick your arse.
Overall, he is indeed rather charming and very friendly if you don't get on his bad side.
He does have a soft spot for Arthur in the sense that outside him and Finnegan, nobody is allowed to beat on him.
Likes:
-Whiskey
-Cigarettes
-Beatin' on Arty
-Finnegan
-Francis
-The sound of bagpipes
-Men
-Women
-Sex in general
-Haggis
-Wearing a kilt (it's breezy)
-Stories about nessie
-RISOTTO
-RISOTTO
-RISOTTO
Dislikes:
-Children under the age of 15
-Arthur
-No Smoking signs
-the Kirkland twat their mother married (Arthur's dad)
-Grape soda
Fears:
-Women at their time of the month
-Being eaten by nessie
-Children under the age of 15
History:
Barclay was born in the lovely city of Glasgow in Scotland. When he was two years old, his mother gave birth to another healthy redhead boy whom she named Finnegan. Barclay found himself liking Finnegan, always wanting to play with him.
When Finnegan turned two and Barclay turned 4, their entire family up and moved to Belfast in North Ireland.
They lived there happily for several years. Occasionally Finn and Barclay would get into quarrels or small fights, but never anything serious.
When Barclay was 11 years old, their parents divorced. Their mother married an Englishman and moved to London, dragging the two boys with them.
He never liked the man. He was called a bastard child more times than he could count. Finally, he got sick of it and got on a train back to Belfast to live with their dad.
When he turned 18, he ended up getting his own apartment and just visits his parents on occasion. His younger brother was kicked out of the house, but Barclay welcomed him with open arms.
Journal Sample:
Dear Barclay Jr.
You are a very girly diary.
I refuse to write in you.
(Here is where he draws faces. )
Love, Barclay
Roleplay Sample:
Barclay came out of the shower in his sleep pants. Stupid guy and his stupid peanut butter. Got it all over him and it didn't seem to want to come off. He had just finished toweling off his hair when he heard Arthur calling for him in the living room. He threw the towel down and ran out of the bedroom.
"Arthur, you okay?" He looked up. He looked really upset about something.
He walked over to him and put his arms around him. Normally nothing would work him up this bad. He pulled back for a minute. He saw a light red mark on Arthur's cheek and winced. "What happened?" He asked, pulling him into an embrace again.
"Arthur, you okay?" He looked up. He looked really upset about something.
He walked over to him and put his arms around him. Normally nothing would work him up this bad. He pulled back for a minute. He saw a light red mark on Arthur's cheek and winced. "What happened?" He asked, pulling him into an embrace again.
-taken from RedLightTalia
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OoC Information
Name:
Candice
Timezone:
American Eastern
Experience:
I've been rp'ing since the last Camptalia. (last June)
Contact information:
Skype: myownnobody
AIM: myownnobody50
MSN: myownnobody@live.co.uk
(Skype and chatango are the best bets )
Anything else?
FISHIES DAMMIT