NIGHT, Erik [model app]

[Erik Night]

ERIK DAMIEN NIGHT.

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* We're fighting without a reason;
We're killing her softly day by day;
We're guilty we're all in treason;
It's time to mend this great divide;,



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T H E B A S I C S.
FEELS LIKE HOME

FULL NAME: Erik Damien Night
AGE: seventeen
YEAR: junior
GENDER: male
TALENT: photographer
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
BIRTH DATE: august 18th

A P P E A R A N C E.
SEEING INTO THE REFLECTION

HAIR COLOR: blonde
EYE COLOR: green
HEIGHT: 5' 11"
BODY TYPE: thin
DISTINGUISHING FEATURE(S): nose ring;
PLAY-BY: kyle burns

P E R S O N A L I T Y.
SOMEONE TAKE ME AWAY

LIKES:

DISLIKES:

FEARS:

DREAMS:

SECRETS:

BEST MEMORY:

"Wow. That would be a loooong time ago. It would have to be when I got my first camera. When I got it I just... ran around taking pictures of everything. My mom, regrettably, plants, dogs, and tons of the most random shit. It may seem stupid, but I loved every second of it. Being behind the lense and taking pictures of what I want to."

GENERAL:

man-whore; Erik is a guy to flirt. He loves just hanging out with girls and... well... making out with them. That is just what he enjoys. He like going and just messsing around with them. He hasn't gotten to serious about any relationships yet. His excuse is that he is waiting for the right chick.

confident; some people may see this as a bad thing, but erik will tell you straight up what's happening. If he likes you, you'll know. If he doesn't like you..... you'll know. Most people don't like this about him. He is loud and ignorant. He doesn't really care what other people think, as long as what he has to say is heard. That's his style. And there is no way to change it.

overall; Erik isn't a guy to get on the bad side of. He doesn't liked being bossed around and does what he wants. He enjoys being different and is proud of it. He doesn't do whats in or what's the newest trend. He does what makes him original. He is himself.

L I F E.
PICK UP THE PIECES

PARENTS:

SIBLINGS:

HOMETOWN:

OCCUPATION: student

H I S T O R Y.
YOU CUT ME OPEN

GENERAL HISTORY:

Erik was born right here in Paris. He is a true frenchman. He knows the sexy french language and knows the streets like the back of his hand. He njoys hanging around his own hometown. The backyard of the eiffel tower. It was a great place to grow up. Besides the fact of having a fucked up life.

As a kid, Erik's dad left him and his mom. He took all of their money, and they were starting new again. Erik was beat occasionally by his mother to have him to stop crying at night. Losing your dad and most of your life at once was a bit for one kid to handle. He eventually dealt with it though.

Erik lead a life in poverty. Not much for christmas' or easter or birthdays. He slowly distanced himself from his mother. Then they were slowly getting money and growing out of poverty. His mother bought him a camera. He enjoyed taking pictures and his room was filled with them all over his walls. He loved taking pictures then hanging them in his room.

Once Erik was about 15, he got a job and began working part time at a coffee shop. He slowly got money and eventually bought himself a digital camera. He loved that even more. He began entering contests and got his name recognized. He was eventually asked to enroll into Crescent Academy. He gladfully accepted.

Once in Crescent Academy, Erik knew something was wrong. With that one door in the basement and the disappearing of students. So, he just kept his eyes out. Not knowing what was really going on.

O U T O F C H A R A C T E R.
BREATHE ME IN

NAME: Drake
AGE: 15
GENDER: Maaale
OTHER CHARACTERS:

RP SAMPLE:

Cary slipped on his ripped up jeans a tight black shirt and a blue and black checker boarded jacket on top. He slipped on his shoes and got out of the house. He jumped in his jeep and revved up the engine. Cary jet out of the parking lot. Shit, shit, shit! I'm late! I took a little to long of a nap! Cary was zooming through the city in his sleek black jeep. He slipped into a parking spot about three blocks away from an abandoned warehouse. In case the cops showed up, his car wouldn't be tagged or stopped.

He got out of the car making sure his hair was right. He walked the three blocks easily. It was already dark outside and you could see the lights and the music blaring outside. But, what a lot of people didn't know where that there were many private rooms around the warehouse that were sound-proofed so you can just hang out. Cary payed his ten dollars to the bouncer and slipped into the warehouse. A DJ was off in the corner of the first floor. Speakers and flat screen T.V.'s were all around the walls. It was the same on all floors except for the smaller private rooms.

Cary quickly texted Jaz. What floor are you on? He quickly sent on his BlackBerry Curve. He looked around the first floor. He got onto the second and got into one of the small rooms. All of the noise just disappeared. There was about three other people sitting on a couch. Cary sat on a wooden chair and waited for Jaz to text him back. There wouldn't be any way for him to find her through all of that crowd.