Post by MLE on Feb 7, 2011 22:13:43 GMT -5
Allen Scout Jones
I tried to do handstands for you
I tried to do headstands for you
Every time I fell on you, yeah, every time I fell
I tried to do handstands for you
But every time I fell for you
I'm permanently black and blue, permanently blue for you.
I tried to do handstands for you
I tried to do headstands for you
Every time I fell on you, yeah, every time I fell
I tried to do handstands for you
But every time I fell for you
I'm permanently black and blue, permanently blue for you.
basic information
full name
Allen Scout Jones
nicknames
Scout
age
Sixteen
birthday
March 3rd
position
Sophomore
sexuality
Homosexual
appearance
face claim
Gregg Sulkin
eye color
Brown
hair color
Brown
height
5’7”
distinguishing features
Dimples when he smiles
full appearance
The most important thing about Scout’s appearance is that he looks like a friendly person, which he generally is. His face is classically handsome, with a squared jaw, wide mouth—Scout’s least favorite part about himself—and nice eyes. When he smiles, it’s genuine. Scout isn’t thin, exactly, but he’s in shape without being too overly muscular, and is a nice, respectable height. His clothing choices usually lack any specific style, like “hipster” or “skater.” It’s not that Scout doesn’t own nice clothes; it’s just that he’d much rather comfort over fashion, and so can usually be found in a pair of worn jeans, sneakers, and whatever shirt he felt like wearing that day. Scout’s pretty comfortable with his looks, except for his mouth, and doesn’t change his appearance that often, unless he’s acting.
personality
likes
Make-up art, Harry Potter, apples, the word “quilt,” watching people, playing cards, the name “Riley” for either gender, singing, acting, all types of languages
dislikes
Fighting with anyone, people who talk by answering their own questions, Buckaroo Banzai, sharks, personality quizzes, jaywalkers, people who make fun of others for not doing drugs, several Crayola Crayon shades of orange
strengths
Good at acting, reliable, honest, stays calm under pressure, persistent
weaknesses
Prideful, a little greedy, stubborn, bit of a coward, not a good leader
secrets
He won’t kill. Anyone.
full personality
Scout is not some sort of super-kid; he can get peer-pressured into things, though so far he’s never done drugs or any sort of vandalism. Chances are he’d never do something all that terrible anyway, because he grew up with a strong respect for the law and those that uphold it, thanks to his father. He’s pretty open-minded and definitely polite, and considers himself to be quite charming. Scout’s not one to talk about his life story, not that he had a terrible childhood or anything, but he’s generally honest when asked a specific question. He’s reliable, too, even if he doesn’t particularly like the person he’s working with.
Scout can be prideful, though, and overly confident in his own abilities. He isn’t a risk taker, at all, and even though he’s good at staying calm under pressure, he’s not one to put himself in the way of danger. Scout tends to help the people he knows can repay him before he helps a random stranger, and his pride and stubbornness sometimes gets the best of him. For example, he’s usually pretty level headed, but angers easily when doubted or when someone is obviously winning in an argument. It’s definitely possible to talk him into doing stupid things when his pride’s at stake. Thankfully, though, with his stubbornness comes his persistence, which besides meaning he doesn’t take “no” for an answer, he also doesn’t give up until a task is complete to, hopefully, his best abilities. Over-all, Scout is a likable guy.
history
father
Garret Allen Jones, thirty-nine.
mother
Kelly Susanna Jones, thirty-nine.
siblings
None.
significant figures
None.
animals
None, at home or in school, but he very much wants a goldfish of some kind, or maybe a small lizard
full history
Allen Scout Jones was born bright and early in the morning one March 3rd, to the happily married couple Garret and Kelly Jones, in a small, sleepy Vermont town. They were young when they had him, Garret a fresh arrival into his “police school” and Kelly a full-time and favorite waitress at the local diner. But they got by, and though Scout’s early childhood was tough, by the time he was ready to start school they were living comfortably, if a little poor.
Scout would describe his life before the academy as being completely average and a little boring. By the end of his third day in kindergarten, Scout learned he could charm the teacher and get the edge over other students—like getting to choose what toy to he wanted first and getting the best seat during story time—if he flashed his smile and never made a fuss around his teacher. Scout made friends, did just a bit better than everyone else in class, and all-around enjoyed himself.
Scout was always pretty smart, and he was always interested in learning about people and the reasoning behind their actions, but no one thought Scout was actually all that different or gifted until he started middle school. To Scout, they were some of the best years of his life. He discovered his talent and love for acting, and got the lead roles in his school’s plays twice in a row. He also discovered his intense love of language in his last year of middle school, when either French or Spanish were mandatory. He chose French and excelled in it. So much, in fact, that for much of the year his teacher was convinced that he was cheating—but Scout simply had a talent for speaking, and took much more interest in it than his fellow students. Which was probably odd for a boy his age, but not odd enough to embarrass him away.
Scout’s not certain how the, for lack of better term, “scouts” from Wickervale Academy heard about him. The “official” story was that they were looking over potential candidates for the academy from the smaller towns in the states, and it was probably true, but Scout was and still is pretty positive they chose him because he was good at French. Especially since parts of his “entrance exam” had a surprisingly lot to do with language. Either way, Scout was offered an invitation to attend, which was at first refused because of a distinct lack of funds on his parent’s side. But after much convincing and the filling out of several questionable scholarships, plus the ridicules amount of testing and secret keeping and swearing on his grave that he would not tell a soul, Scout was accepted.
He is a sophomore now, and besides his knack for acting and speech he’s pretty average. As far as his intelligence—Scout isn’t an idiot and he doubted the academy would accept anyone into the school if they didn’t pass the tests with anything less than semi-flying colors, but he’s no where near the smartest kid in class. But he works hard, and for the most part is interested in what he’s learning, even if it’s just because he’s still not used to how bizarre everything is. He’s decided already, at least, that he actually does want to be a spy, but not the kind that get into a lot of gun fights and dangerous car chases and what-not.
player
name
MLE
experience
Goodness gracious—like, six or seven years, I think. Probably six. I started out on a website called Inspired-Quills with the worst drama-queen ever XD. Then I moved to Gaia, and from there various 1x1’s and other web-based sites like this, most of which have closed down before I ever really got a chance to start, unfortunately D:.
roleplay sample
Scout always found it funny that the guy dorms were named after a girl. A girl who was the CIA director and could probably kick any of their butts into next week with her pinky. But a girl non-the-less. He sometimes wondered if others found it as funny as he did, as in, actual laugh-worthy funny. Somehow he doubted it. Not that there was anything wrong with that—Scout had an interest in names and irony and he knew that many, if not most, of his classmates were far too busy to notice anything as unimportant as a dorm’s name.
Anyway, Sheridan house was where he was now, sitting leisurely in one of the big, comfortable chairs of large common room. His home work was spread out in front of him on a table he’d managed to drag across half the room—it was the only one big enough for him to work on, plus it was easier to drag it than the chair, which he was fairly certain, after a few failed attempts to even get it to budge, was literally bolted to the floor. And it was one of those rare times on the weekends when not quite so much homework had been given and many people were out doing whatever, which meant an upper classman was way less likely to challenge him. Scout shifted, making himself more comfortable, then scanned the sheets in front of him.
German. Russian. Mandarin. Was it unhealthy that he was so interested in stuff like language and speech? When he was back in eighth grade, in middle school, he thought that he was just good at learning basics, and learning about French people was kind of cool. When he started classes at the academy, the “coolness” of learning became more like “super freakin’ mega awesome.” Back in middle school, he’d been taught French, but at the academy, he actually learned it. And he was good at learning it, so good that he finished French before he ever thought was possible, and was basically done with Spanish as well. It should have probably worried him, how honestly good he was. It wasn’t like Scout ever bragged, or anything…at least, it wasn’t like he ever bragged unless the situation called for it. And it wasn’t like he was overly good at many of his other classes. In fact, he was literally useless when it came to the ridiculously hard math and physical what evers they were forced to do. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to brag a little—he was going to a spy school. Politeness was one thing, but modesty was something that Scout would bet spies probably shouldn’t exercise. Especially since some of his classmates that could and were giving Stephen Hawking a run for his money by the time they were five. But whatever.
