Post by PRESTON RYAN PHILLIPS on Apr 8, 2010 0:33:18 GMT -5
PRESTON RYAN PHILLIPS.
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[/size][/center]hello! i am sara and i am 24 years old. i am boarding the female train, and i have been role playing for 1.5 years. also, i play no other characters here, as of yet. if you want to contact me, reach me at sebastiancooper@live.com. that's all folks!
THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
[/font][/center]FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.
FULL NAME : preston ryan phillips
NICKNAMES : pres, doc.
AGE : thirty-two, sixth of june
GENDER : male
ETHNICITY : irish.
RELIGION : catholic.
SEXUALITY : heterosexual.
STATUS : single.
MEMBER GROUP : la muggle.
BLOOD STATUS : muggle
PLAY-BY : jesse spencer.
STARTING THINGS OFF.
JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.
[/font][/center]JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.
PATRONUS : none.
MIRROR OF ERISED : finding true love.
AMORTENTIA : cotton candy, freshly churned butter, and the smell of carbonated soda .
THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
[/font][/center]WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.
PRESTON'S DISLIKES :
- corruption of the government.
- rich snobby people.
- men who use their power to gain success
- scotland.
- unequal rights of gay/lesbians.
- black cold coffee.
- hot humid summer nights.
- eating vegetables.
- liars.
- having people die under his knife.
PRESTON'S LIKES :
- late night walks along the beach.
- classic novels by Charles Dickens and William Shakespeare.
- hazlenut coffee.
- hot steamy showers.
- winter storms and being by the fire.
- women.
- being close with his family.
- a cool glass of whiskey on the rocks after a long day at work.
GOALS :
- see his niece and nephews grow up.
- become chief of surgery at the hospital.
- find that one woman the completes every inch of his being.
- write a novel.
- travel the world.
FEARS :
- loosing his family and not being able to help them.
- failure at his own job.
- his own death.
- commitment with any female.
SECRETS :
- had sex with a man during his college years.
- often masterbates more than sex cause he hates commitment--or telling the female to leave afterwards.
WEAKNESS :
- woman with brains.
- a medical case that is complicated.
STRENGTHS :
- being stubborn.
- surgeries.
OVERALL PERSONALITY :
- warm-hearted: has the ability to warm up the room with just one smile and make anyone laugh.
- attention detail: can notice if something is wrong with one of his closest friends or even when in surgery, does not like making mistakes.
- stubborn: has this can do attitude and will not stop until a job has been completed.
- commitment issues: ever since his engagement broke---he cannot let himself love again.
- aggrogant: never thinks he is wrong and considers himself better than others.
- temper: which can easily light during any situation.
- irritated easily: when people don't go by hospital rules or just the rules of life, or decide not to follow his word.
- work a holic: ever since his failed engagement he submersed himself into his work.
- dedication: not only dedicated to work but also to his best friend, Fredrick and his family.
BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
[/font][/center]JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.
HOMETOWN : dublin, ireland.
CURRENT RESIDENCE : london, england.
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: doctor.
MOTHER'S NAME : chloe phillips.
FATHER'S NAME : alec phillips.
SIBLINGS : adrienne phillips, brady phillips..
OVERALL HISTORY :
[/size]Preston is a thirty-two year old, Irishman that moved to England in his early twenties to go to medical school at Oxford. During his teenage years he saved his sister one winter's day, they were ice skating out by the pond in there backyard. The ice broke and she fell in, but Preston though quickly and managed to save her life. This was one of the many reasons why he decided to become a doctor, besides there was a certain he obtained with being able to control the fate of peoples lives. Whim of the world was at his fingertips, yet even growing up there was a side of him that just wanted to help and find better ways to do things.
Preston is one of those nice guys that have a heart of gold, and he would go out on a whim to save anyone or do anything. Even though he’s a trust fund kid, he donated majority of his funds to charity and for medical research. There are many inner demons lurking underneath his exterior, one he was engaged at the young age of twenty-one to his high school sweetheart but she managed to run off with another man, which pretty much screwed up all relationships for him since. As med student, he experimented with his best friend and managed to hide one of the biggest secrets of his life, perhaps it was the failure of a relationship with one person he swore upon his life that he loved more than anything that made him experience gay sex and fear commitment all together with anyone.
After graduating at the top of his class in medical class, he paved his way into one of the top hospitals in London, spinning his way through internship and became a resident at the age of twenty-nine, now he is trying to make his way up through ladders of success to become the Chief of Surgery or open his own practice up. Mainly, Preston consumes his time with work, or at home reading one of the great novels of the time and sipping on some hard cold whiskey.
FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
[/font][/center]THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :
Standing at the abyss of life, where one hand was tied tightly to the railing as the sea mist pelted lightly on his face. The salt tingle his lips, as he could feel every inch of his soft lips curling in pain—yet nothing compared to the swirling dark waters of his mind. Sullivan knew that life was going to be changing soon, perhaps the diving board from high school into college was a life turner. Yet those were not the thoughts that were tormenting the inner linings of his mind. The property of soul was being over taken and plagued by one simple thought. Failure. All this time, he managed to at least get by and succeed. He had aimless amounts of woman begging down at his feet, a brother that at least kept some sort of contact, and then there was this girl, his best friend. Someone who he cared deeply about, perhaps deep down that dirty word would come screaming out from deep inside his lungs. Gripping the railing even tighter, he wondered what the fuck he was doing standing here, as his green eyes glared into the rolling ocean, as it clipped and whispered sweet nothings onto the sandy beaches below. After all, the calling of the moon and the oceans was an ebbing love story, as the moon was challenged by the shores as those sandy beaches called out to the oceans over night the tide roared in.
Tonight the moon fully light above his looming frame, his shoulders slacked in defeat, and a grim expression creped on his face. Luckily no souls were out here tonight, as he dwelled on something that he wanted more than anything else in this life. He wanted to end his youthfulness and express his inner thoughts to that one person who he wanted. Of course they hadn’t talked in forever, probably because he had a girl on his arm on the night of the debutante ball. For that was just an act mere shadowing, but the expression that laid on Fiske’s face hit his soul and heart, leaving it yearning to chase after her and scream at the top of lungs of how he felt.
Perhaps, as he drove home that night something clicked in his head. As he drove down the winding roads, maneuvering and controlling his car, he felt at peace at one with nature as everything just dropped away. Even tonight as he drove out to the Hamptons, to an old beach house near the lighthouse that warned mariners in the stormy weathers of the undying cruelty of the shore lines. Right now it the dull light, twirled around casting a daunting shadow over the area. Nothing and everything was at risk, as Sullivan thought life was one big huge oxymoron, for he wasn’t one to fall head over heels with his best friend at least not admit it anyone---including himself.
Earlier that evening he had texted Fiske to meet him out by the old beach house in the Hamptons, for he wanted to talk. Those three words, were slowly cruising around in the deep contours of his brain, looping around the neurons as they fired off yearning for that one smell, one simple touch that made him drive off course and forget everything cruising through his brain. Racking his fingers through his blonde hair, he just closed his eyes and took a deep breath as the warm spring breeze teased his senses. Awakening something deep within him, as he remembered the thoughts that had happened when he woke up that morning and it even chased him into the shower. When he tried to wash away the thoughts with the boiling hot water that left skin his marked with redness as his joints swelled from the intense heat. Realizing that soon both him and Fiske would be graduating, one thing he knew was that he did not want to lose this girl to another man. For no one knew this girl as much as he did, the words between were unwritten, he wanted to feel the rain fall on his skin, as he held her in his arms.
One thing was for certain, out of all the girls he had been with, none—absolutely zero, made him feel that explosion that spread through his heart. Every single time she touched his skin; there was a hidden strike of neurons spreading as if lightening struck his soul. Nothing was so high on his list; maybe tonight the true feelings would come out into the open. Sullivan knew he just wanted to talk to her and see where things lead. Since no one else wondered around the beach front, all were enjoying there Saturday night in the bright lights of New York. Wanting someone to love him without being told was a desire he held high, yet as the dwellers of lust and all the sins in the world lingered in the tainted light, here he was leaning against the rickety frame of the railing—as pure unpolluted light poured across his face and frame.
Love, is something that is unstated, unsaid, unforeseen—nothing can compare to it. It takes your breath away without you even realizing it. Eclipsing all of the other senses traveling through your soul, it maddens you, making you react in ways you never know. It increases that deep feeling that you never do for anyone else, even rage and jealousy come clear and out of the blue without you wanting it too. A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person, something Sullivan wanted to find and accomplish with Fiske. Didn’t have to deal with the blind lust, but the un-patronizing love, slow rolling and he wanted to spend the rest of his life proving this love for her.
Taking a deep breath, Sullivan turned around, letting his thoughts settle as his gaze left the falling and rising of the waves---off in the distance a slow moving storm was conjuring speed and intensity, perhaps it wouldn’t make landfall, just display its great power of lights and sound. Tonight, Sullivan didn’t want to make Fiske think he had gone insane but was purely identifying his deep thoughts, wanting all the barriers to break and let her see what he was truly made up of. Letting his green eyes fall upon the darkness that was strewn across the parking lot, he waited for that familiar figure to walk closer to him and finally show up. There was going to no guards up, no assholishness, just him bearing soul--making the inform decision to take the next step, perhaps break that barrier of friends to something more. Bearing his heart to fall hard and crumble into the deep abyss.
