Post by duncan on Apr 26, 2010 6:38:32 GMT -5
DUNCAN EDUARD MONTGOMERY
FULL NAME: Duncan Eduard Montgomery
NICKNAMES: Monty
AGE: Twenty-eight
PREFERENCE: straight
HOMETOWN: Brooklyn, New York
CLASS STATUS: Lower
CURRENT STATUS: single
MEMBER GROUP: Resident; bouncer for Platinum Plus Strip Club and Stocker for Victoria's Secret
PLAY BY: Ryan Reynolds
FAVORITE FOOD?
"What a nasty question for a guy, considering you know we can't limit ourselves to just one favorite food. How about type? In that case, chinese rocks my socks off and it's usually what I get in-between shifts. Fast, tasty, and cheap. Gotta love it."
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
"First off, what the hell is it to you anyway? That's a creeper question to ask anyone, especially a grown man like myself. No, I'm not a virgin and I haven't been for some time now. If you want specifics, come to my room later and I'll go very in-depth. Otherwise, knock it off with the nonsense."
FAVORITE COLOR?
"It's a tie between two colors, actually. Green and silver. Green; I'm not sure, it just looks vivid and a strong color, if that makes any sense. Silver... well, silver just doesn't get much play now does it? It's certainly eye-catching enough."
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
"Of course I have. Any idiot who says otherwise is just lying out his ass to impress you. I'm not like that--I make mistakes. Like, I've walked into supermarkets with my fly down the entire time I'm shopping. I've tripped in front of people. I slur my words and forget what I'm talking about sometimes. Shit happens, y'know?"
FAVORITE DRINK?
"Scotch is great. But if we're not talking alcoholic drinks here... I'll go with cherry cola. This might make me seem a dandy or whatever, but don't knock it until you try it. I'm hooked, no joke."
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
"At the same dead-end jobs I'm at now, with absolutely no progress and no aspirations to go any further in life. Without a college education or hell, a high school diploma, people don't make it far in this world. I'm lucky to have what I do, I guess. I'd be kidding myself to think I can get better."
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
"I don't associate with holidays of any kind, besides a birthday. To me, these things have been so commercialized and shoved down our throats to the point where it's just unbearable. I don't celebrate any of them, and I think the people who do are ridiculous and susceptible. Valentine's Day really irks me, man. It's stupid a man has to buy his girl a thing of roses for her to feel special, when he's with her every day and sticking around--doesn't that show you're special enough? Besides, I fucking hate roses. Cliche and overdone."
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
"I feel trapped in this sub-par life of mine. I joke around that it doesn't bother me, but when it comes right down to things, it does. I'd never chase a woman too good for myself, yet I'm kind of grossed out by the strippers I help protect. I mean, a woman who takes off her clothes is just asking to be labeled a slut and then she's got the balls to complain about it? Come on. Oh, and I have a thing for somewhat older, high maintenance ladies... that are usually married. Like I said, I don't chase women too good for me--and they are definitely too good for me. But, they're married and therefore unattainable anyway. I can give them a little fun if they want it."
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
"The night, since it's when I'm usually roaming about anyway. The day is for sleeping. Yep, I'm like a vampire without the immortality. Sucks, dunnit?"
NAME A FANTASY?
"Alright well, let's keep this between you and me. But I've always had a thing for sexy french maids with plush lips and hourglass figures. I'd love to have one of those dressed in that cute little short dress they wear. Maybe she'd dance around and show her fanny a few times, then end it up with a blowjo--oh wait, is that what you meant??"
(( taken from another rpg I'm on, but different char ))
This woman was so obstinate. Even when he was in the middle of declaring old feelings for her, she still remained adamant that what she knew was best. Maureen had never been a dependent. She was far too tough and abrasive to allow someone else to step in and take the reins for a bit--to give her a rest. This fight of hers would wear her down, eventually. And yet, Tony liked it most about her. He liked knowing she could take care of her self, but at the same time, he didn't. Where would he fit into the picture, then? How was he needed, if not to take care of her? That, he felt, was his only purpose regarding the two.
"You're about the most reckless woman I've known," he countered. His fingers touched her face, re-exploring some of the contours he had missed. Was her hair longer, too? It bothered him that he couldn't recall those specifics. His thumb brushed her brow in thought. They were out in public, in one of the shadiest parts of town. Here they were, acting like a bunch of love-struck teenagers that couldn't wait until they got back home before letting their pants down. Tony smirked to himself, suddenly imagining Maureen in his pants again. The last time, they had been so large on her small frame, they slipped. Actually, that moment had inspired their first night of sex--not just cuddling, not just making out... But everything.
Her kiss took him out of the reverie; it had come about like an old memory. She used to do this way back when, step into him the way she was now. Tony's fingers sunk into her dark curls, lips pressing back against hers. There was no doubt that he wanted her, still. Hadn't he just used the word love? But what he wanted wasn't proper for everyone's eyes. Not that he had any issues with public displays of affection. It was more the fact that another man could possibly see something of Maureen that Tony felt only he was entitled to. Selfish? Yes.
Tony enveloped her inside his overcoat, pulling her body against his and wrapping an arm around her. He kissed her brow for a few seconds and then urged her to walk alongside him, away from their cove of privacy. "I knew you wanted me too," he told her, a bit smugly. He knew full well this should only annoy her, but that was the fun of it. Now that he had her--literally--he wasn't letting go. "Where are we going?" His eyes moved to her face again, in question. Ten years, and they had not missed a beat.
This woman was so obstinate. Even when he was in the middle of declaring old feelings for her, she still remained adamant that what she knew was best. Maureen had never been a dependent. She was far too tough and abrasive to allow someone else to step in and take the reins for a bit--to give her a rest. This fight of hers would wear her down, eventually. And yet, Tony liked it most about her. He liked knowing she could take care of her self, but at the same time, he didn't. Where would he fit into the picture, then? How was he needed, if not to take care of her? That, he felt, was his only purpose regarding the two.
"You're about the most reckless woman I've known," he countered. His fingers touched her face, re-exploring some of the contours he had missed. Was her hair longer, too? It bothered him that he couldn't recall those specifics. His thumb brushed her brow in thought. They were out in public, in one of the shadiest parts of town. Here they were, acting like a bunch of love-struck teenagers that couldn't wait until they got back home before letting their pants down. Tony smirked to himself, suddenly imagining Maureen in his pants again. The last time, they had been so large on her small frame, they slipped. Actually, that moment had inspired their first night of sex--not just cuddling, not just making out... But everything.
Her kiss took him out of the reverie; it had come about like an old memory. She used to do this way back when, step into him the way she was now. Tony's fingers sunk into her dark curls, lips pressing back against hers. There was no doubt that he wanted her, still. Hadn't he just used the word love? But what he wanted wasn't proper for everyone's eyes. Not that he had any issues with public displays of affection. It was more the fact that another man could possibly see something of Maureen that Tony felt only he was entitled to. Selfish? Yes.
Tony enveloped her inside his overcoat, pulling her body against his and wrapping an arm around her. He kissed her brow for a few seconds and then urged her to walk alongside him, away from their cove of privacy. "I knew you wanted me too," he told her, a bit smugly. He knew full well this should only annoy her, but that was the fun of it. Now that he had her--literally--he wasn't letting go. "Where are we going?" His eyes moved to her face again, in question. Ten years, and they had not missed a beat.
hey, it's eric and this guy has been at it for
ten years now. they are twenty-one years old.
