Post by sam ian evans on Jun 15, 2011 1:00:31 GMT -5
SAMUEL IAN EVANS
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Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
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COME INTO MY WORLD
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FULL NAME:
Samuel Ian Evans.
NICKNAMES:
Sam, Sammy, Trouty Mouth.
AGE:
Seventeen.
BIRTH DATE:
May, 3rd, 1994.
BLOOD TYPE:
Pureblood.
SEXUALITY:
Bisexual.
HOUSE & YEAR:
Hufflepuff. 7th.
IT'S THE BEST WAY OF LIVING
-------------------- BETWEEN THE TRUTHS AND THE LIES.[/color][/font][/center]
PLAYBY:
Chord Overstreet.
BEST TRAITS:
- Loyal.
- Accepting.
- Honest.
- Generous.
- Compassionate.
WORST TRAITS:
- Low self esteem.
- Eating Disorder.
- Oblivious.
- Socially Awkward.
- Sensitive.
PERSONALITY:
Sam is most likely one of the kindest people you will ever meet. He's very accepting, and loyal. If you treat him well, he'll do the same to you. If you treat him badly, well... He may treat you badly back, but he'll most likely cry sometime later that day. He keeps his friends very close, and would do anything in the world for any of them. Though he comes from very judgmental and prejudice parents, Sam is the complete opposite of his mother and father. For example, his family has been one of the few to remain against Muggles and Half-bloods, whereas Sam sees nothing wrong with these types of people. He accepts people for who they are, their weaknesses and all. This could possibly be because of his sexuality, which he keeps hidden. Sam is bisexual, and feels like an outcast a lot of the time, causing him to share the acceptance he longs for in return.
Though he can play tough, Sam is very sensitive. His feelings can be damaged with a single syllable, and it takes quite a while for those things to repair themselves. Sam has a very low self esteem, and tries his best to look good, even though he sees himself as tainted, not as good as he could be. This attitude has led to him gaining an eating disorder, and just plain stressing himself out most of the time. On the plus side, it's led to him being in great physical shape, and getting very good at Quidditch. Whenever someone does something nice for Sam, he feels as if he doesn't deserve it.
FEAR IS WITHERING THE SOUL
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NATIONALITY:
English.
HOME TOWN:
London.
FINANCIAL STATUS:
Sam's family originated from a wealthy group, and they themselves lived quite the glamorous life, but recently his family has been going through money struggles.
PARENTS:
- Ernie Evans/father/forty-three/alive.
- Savannah Evans/mother/thirty-five/alive.
SIBLINGS:
- Stevie Evans/brother/nine/alive.
- Stacy Evans/sister/nine/alive.
OTHERS:
None.
HISTORY:
Sam was born to Ernie and Savannah Evans on May 3rd, 1994. His parents raised him in a very non-accepting household, in London, England. They were very well set in the money area, and just thought of themselves as better than others; For example: Halfbloods and Muggleborns were looked down upon in his home. Though taught to think these thoughts, Sam always found himself not understanding why these people were hated on. He saw nothing wrong with them! They looked the same as him, right? Around the age of eleven, Sam found himself questioning things about himself - his sexuality, mainly - and that made him even farther think about his parents' life style. He would continue this troublesome time throughout his teenage years to follow.
At the age of eleven, he got his letter to Hogwarts. Obviously, Sam accepted the offer, and set out to the school to train in magic. At the very wicked school, Sam met his best friend, Mike Chang. The two boys were placed within the same house, Hufflepuff, and quickly became great friends. Their relationship would only grow and remain intact throughout the years at Hogwarts, and most likely even afterwards. Sam's favorite classes were Charms, Muggle Studies, and Care For Magical Creatures. He found himself drawn to anything different and new, such as Muggles and various creatures. Though good at what he liked, the boy was horrible at flying and the game Quidditch. Wanting to be just as good as his friends, Sam would practice throughout the years to be better. Eventually, he would reach his goal, and even rise above it.
Over the years, as Sam realized just how different he was, he formed a very low self esteem. He never felt good enough, and found numerous things he disliked about himself. Literally pushing himself to be what he wanted to see in the mirror, Sam took on insane eating and work out plans. He charmed his hair from brown to blond - in his opinion, brown was ugly on his head. He formed a sexual relationship with Mike, trying to feel wanted. Though he realized why he was using Mike for that wanted feeling, their desire seemed to be mutual. They wanted something physical, and nothing more than friendship, and it was understood, though unsaid. Now in his final year at Hogwarts, all of these things are finally catching up to him. Just how will his last journey end?
SEE WHO I AM
-------------------- BREAK THROUGH THE SURFACE.[/color][/font][/center]
ALIAS:
Teej.
RP EXPERIENCE:
3+ years.
OTHER CHARACTERS:
None. Yet.
SAMPLE POST:
Sam allowed a long, deep sigh to leave his lips. He was laying on his bed, with his hands behind his head, resting on a pillow. The boy had been in this position for too long, and was growing even more bored than he had been before. Sure, playing World of Warcraft had distracted him for a few hours, but it was time to face the sad, but true, facts: Sam had no life as of late. The last time he'd done anything fun was when he went to the Lima Mall with all of the fellow New Directions members; And even that was loosely 'fun', as drama had weaved its way all over that trip.
The blond sighed once more, and just as he did so, his blue eyes drifted over to his cell phone. The electronic was suddenly lighting up, receiving a text message. Sam raised an eyebrow curiously, and made his way off of the bed, and over to his computer desk, where the phone was placed. He pressed a few buttons on the thing's small screen, and realized that the message sent had been from Puck. "Odd..." Sam thought to himself.
The guppy mouthed boy and Noah Puckerman shared an interesting relationship. Sure, they could get along perfectly most of the time, but there was always tension between them, whether they wanted it or not. Both had had romantic times with Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez, and things between the two boys were unusual. Sam tried to ignore those facts, though, as he didn't see why they would matter anymore, because his feelings for Quinn and Santana were in the past.
Sam read the text over, and was somewhat shocked at what it said. Hell, if it had come from anyone but Puck, the blond would have been completely stunned. 'Sam, a few of us are breaking into McKinley. Are you in?' What was he to say to that?! No?! Sam ran his palms over his face, thinking. Of course he couldn't say no! This was the perfect opportunity. He could cure his boredom, possibly settle his differences with Puckerman, and just plain out enjoy himself for once, without his parents watching over his back. Sam replied to the above message, saying, 'I'm so in! Gotta avoid the parents though. Might be tricky.' And it would be tricky, indeed. Sam's parents were quite the bother, and slipping passed them would be the hardest part of the night.
He stood in his tracks for a few moments, waiting for a reply. And without another blink, it came. 'You can do it, we'll be there at about 7-8 but I'll text you on the way.' Sam could not help but grin at this. He was already feeling the rush of excitement, and loved it! He sat his phone back on the desk, and flopped himself down upon his bed. And just as he made his landing on the squishy mattress, an idea flowed into Sam's thoughts. He instantly jumped back up onto the bottoms of his feet, and rushed to his closet. The puffy lipped blond dug through his things for the next forty five minutes, until he finally discovered what he was looking for. The grin on his face turned into a devious smile. Tonight was going to be awesome; There was no doubt in his mind.
Sam waited around for Puck's next text, pacing his room. He now wore black, leather gloves, boots, and a darkened pair of jeans. A dark hoodie completed his look. Well, almost completed, as his outfit wasn't the same without the helmet he'd dug out of his messy closet... The Darth Vader helmet, that is. Sam glanced over at the replica helmet, as the thing was sitting on his bed. It was perfect. Nerdy, just how Sam liked 'em, and would keep his face protected from any school cameras. The boy was distracted by a vibrating sound, obviously coming from his cell phone. Sam darted over to his desk, and hastily checked for Puck's message. It was time! Puck was on his way to McKinley, and Sam was to meet up shortly.
He grabbed at the Star Wars replica, and carried it under his arm. Sam slowly made his way out of his bedroom, and down the stairs. His parents seemed to be out back, on the porch, chatting about some useless matter; Probably about how closed off they were from their children, as that seemed to be their newest obsession. Sam didn't waste any time, and shot out of the front door. He stumbled over to his car, and hopped on in. His breathing was heavy, as his blood heated from all of the excitement flowing through his veins. The blond started up his car, and gingerly sat the Darth Vader helmet next to him, in in the passenger's seat. Trying not to speed, Sam pulled away from his house, and headed for his current high school.
It didn't take much time at all to arrive at the scene. Sam pulled over to the side of the road, and parked just next to Puck's vehicle. The boy recognized the car from seeing it before a handful of times. He picked up the helmet once more, and exited his own ride. The blond tried to casually approach the high school, but he caught himself almost sprinting a few times. Spotting a few figures in the distance, just near the front doors of McKinley, Sam placed the Darth Vader helmet over his bleached hair. He tried not to make any sound, until just lose enough to the others. Once in the appropriate spot, Sam inhaled as loudly as physically possible, and then exhaled. He'd practiced the Darth Vader sound effects more than enough times to sound somewhat like the character.
Although he wore a smug grin on his pink lips, the others - Puck, Rachel, and Kurt - couldn't see it, as the black helmet covered his head completely. Sam released a breathy chuckle, not being able to be serious in this mask. He pulled the thing from his head, and looked around at the three other figures. Now that it was off, Sam could see them much better. Rachel was in what looked like some sort of ballet costume, and Kurt was sporting around a mostly black, cat-burglar-like suit. Puckerman looked mostly like himself, though he carried a bag in his grip. Sam sent each of them a friendly smile, his blond locks falling in front of his view as he did so. "Sweet helmet, right?" He stated, letting out another uncontrolled giggle. His attention turned mostly to Rachel next, and Sam lifted an eyebrow at her. "Didn't expect to see you here, Tinkerbell." He grinned at the imp-sized brunette, looking her outfit over.
The blond sighed once more, and just as he did so, his blue eyes drifted over to his cell phone. The electronic was suddenly lighting up, receiving a text message. Sam raised an eyebrow curiously, and made his way off of the bed, and over to his computer desk, where the phone was placed. He pressed a few buttons on the thing's small screen, and realized that the message sent had been from Puck. "Odd..." Sam thought to himself.
The guppy mouthed boy and Noah Puckerman shared an interesting relationship. Sure, they could get along perfectly most of the time, but there was always tension between them, whether they wanted it or not. Both had had romantic times with Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez, and things between the two boys were unusual. Sam tried to ignore those facts, though, as he didn't see why they would matter anymore, because his feelings for Quinn and Santana were in the past.
Sam read the text over, and was somewhat shocked at what it said. Hell, if it had come from anyone but Puck, the blond would have been completely stunned. 'Sam, a few of us are breaking into McKinley. Are you in?' What was he to say to that?! No?! Sam ran his palms over his face, thinking. Of course he couldn't say no! This was the perfect opportunity. He could cure his boredom, possibly settle his differences with Puckerman, and just plain out enjoy himself for once, without his parents watching over his back. Sam replied to the above message, saying, 'I'm so in! Gotta avoid the parents though. Might be tricky.' And it would be tricky, indeed. Sam's parents were quite the bother, and slipping passed them would be the hardest part of the night.
He stood in his tracks for a few moments, waiting for a reply. And without another blink, it came. 'You can do it, we'll be there at about 7-8 but I'll text you on the way.' Sam could not help but grin at this. He was already feeling the rush of excitement, and loved it! He sat his phone back on the desk, and flopped himself down upon his bed. And just as he made his landing on the squishy mattress, an idea flowed into Sam's thoughts. He instantly jumped back up onto the bottoms of his feet, and rushed to his closet. The puffy lipped blond dug through his things for the next forty five minutes, until he finally discovered what he was looking for. The grin on his face turned into a devious smile. Tonight was going to be awesome; There was no doubt in his mind.
Sam waited around for Puck's next text, pacing his room. He now wore black, leather gloves, boots, and a darkened pair of jeans. A dark hoodie completed his look. Well, almost completed, as his outfit wasn't the same without the helmet he'd dug out of his messy closet... The Darth Vader helmet, that is. Sam glanced over at the replica helmet, as the thing was sitting on his bed. It was perfect. Nerdy, just how Sam liked 'em, and would keep his face protected from any school cameras. The boy was distracted by a vibrating sound, obviously coming from his cell phone. Sam darted over to his desk, and hastily checked for Puck's message. It was time! Puck was on his way to McKinley, and Sam was to meet up shortly.
He grabbed at the Star Wars replica, and carried it under his arm. Sam slowly made his way out of his bedroom, and down the stairs. His parents seemed to be out back, on the porch, chatting about some useless matter; Probably about how closed off they were from their children, as that seemed to be their newest obsession. Sam didn't waste any time, and shot out of the front door. He stumbled over to his car, and hopped on in. His breathing was heavy, as his blood heated from all of the excitement flowing through his veins. The blond started up his car, and gingerly sat the Darth Vader helmet next to him, in in the passenger's seat. Trying not to speed, Sam pulled away from his house, and headed for his current high school.
It didn't take much time at all to arrive at the scene. Sam pulled over to the side of the road, and parked just next to Puck's vehicle. The boy recognized the car from seeing it before a handful of times. He picked up the helmet once more, and exited his own ride. The blond tried to casually approach the high school, but he caught himself almost sprinting a few times. Spotting a few figures in the distance, just near the front doors of McKinley, Sam placed the Darth Vader helmet over his bleached hair. He tried not to make any sound, until just lose enough to the others. Once in the appropriate spot, Sam inhaled as loudly as physically possible, and then exhaled. He'd practiced the Darth Vader sound effects more than enough times to sound somewhat like the character.
Although he wore a smug grin on his pink lips, the others - Puck, Rachel, and Kurt - couldn't see it, as the black helmet covered his head completely. Sam released a breathy chuckle, not being able to be serious in this mask. He pulled the thing from his head, and looked around at the three other figures. Now that it was off, Sam could see them much better. Rachel was in what looked like some sort of ballet costume, and Kurt was sporting around a mostly black, cat-burglar-like suit. Puckerman looked mostly like himself, though he carried a bag in his grip. Sam sent each of them a friendly smile, his blond locks falling in front of his view as he did so. "Sweet helmet, right?" He stated, letting out another uncontrolled giggle. His attention turned mostly to Rachel next, and Sam lifted an eyebrow at her. "Didn't expect to see you here, Tinkerbell." He grinned at the imp-sized brunette, looking her outfit over.
THE WORLD IS IN OUR HANDS
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIA OF CAUTION AND POTTERWATCH.
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