Post by chris on Jun 5, 2010 23:15:33 GMT -7
welcome to Camp Rock,
[/font]CHRISTOPHER JONOTHAN STRATOS
[/center]IT WON'T BE LONG TILL THE SUMMERS GONE
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NICKNAMES: Chris
AGE: 14
BIRTH DATE: 6/22/93
HOMETOWN: Las Vegas
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: Musician, Singer
FACE CLAIM: Tony Oller
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HOLD ON TIGHT, IT'S A CRAZY NIGHT
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*Girls
*Writing Songs
*Singing
*Playing the Guitar
*Camp Rock
DISLIKES:
*Foster Care
*His Foster Parents
*His Foster Home in General
*Jerks and Backstabbers
*Writer's Block
PERSONALITY: Chris is a bit of a shy person, but not as shy as say, Mitchie. Chris does his best to be outgoing and fun-loving, but isn't always good at expressing himself. In fact, you could say Chris finds it difficult to express himself in anything but his music. When singing, his real personality comes out, a cool, confident, fun-loving musician that wants nothing more then to make it big. He is also sometimes not all that he seems to be, he hides a lot of pain that generally effects his interaction with people. He can be hostile when and if someone finds out the truth as he feels people could see him in the wrong light if he did. He doesn't like being stereotyped at all. That being said, Chris is also a softie, though that side rarely comes out, unless you get to know him very well. Once you do, you know you can always count on him, and if you're a girl that he happens to like, you can also expect a whole lot of flirting lying ahead.
FAMILY:
Richard Stratos [Father]-Deceased
Jasmine Stratos [Mother]-Deceased
Megan Judge [Foster Mother]
David Judge [Foster Father]
HISTORY:
Chris was born to two very loving parents in a middle class family. Growing up, his life was very normal, his family was loving and they were all very close. His Dad, the singer in the family, was the one who taught him to play guitar and to sing. While his Mother, a song composer, taught him to write and read music. However, one car accident when he was thirteen cost both of his parents their lives. Ever since then, he has been in the Foster Care system, and while most have been nice, the lates pair do not approve of his activities, and are heavily abusive towards Chris.
He is at Camp Rock because he was discovered by a scout for the camp at a school play. His Foster Parents were glad for an excuse to get rid of him, otherwise they would have never approved. And to be honest, Chris is also very happy to be away from them for an entire summer as well.
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GIVE IN, OR GET OUT
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AGE: 18 (19 in July)
TIMEZONE: I live in Vegas, not sure what time zone it is.
RANDOM FACT: I'm a crazy TF fanboy!
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE:
Adam had his bad days, his really bad days, today, however, was terrible. There was cluttering and banging in the house as he quite litteraly bolted down the stairs, a man in his fourties, balding and quite muscular chasing after him. The nine year old stumbled, sobbing and nearly fell facefirst onto the ground bellow. He trembled, his 'Father' David standing over him and grabbing a tuft of his dark brown hair.
"I'm gonna ask you again you little shit!" David shouted, violently at that, a chubby fist hitting his stomach with horrid fury, Adam cried out "SHUT UP AND ANSWER ME!" He shook Adam with furry "Who the hell drives that silver car!? HUH!? You call the cops on me!?" He shoved Adam violently, against a chair, and digging into a drawer, pulled out tape. Gripping both of Adam's wrists swiftly he bound them together. "Now, you little shit, are you gonna talk? Huh? WHO DID YOU TELL!?" He growled.
Adam peered at the knife his adoptive 'Father' held in his hand with a great deal of fear, eyes watering up. His eyes continually tried to look around his Father's chubby figure to pray Interceptor was there. That he could scream for someone. His Mom could do nothing, and WOULD do nothing. He sobbed hard, and with a choke screamed. "INTERCEPTOR!" David's hand falling against his cheek with a hard smack!
"Call out again, and see what happen! COME ON I DARE YE!" David said holding the knife threateningly against his exposed throat with a hard-pressed glare "Come on you little shit! SCREAM!" He added.
"I'm gonna ask you again you little shit!" David shouted, violently at that, a chubby fist hitting his stomach with horrid fury, Adam cried out "SHUT UP AND ANSWER ME!" He shook Adam with furry "Who the hell drives that silver car!? HUH!? You call the cops on me!?" He shoved Adam violently, against a chair, and digging into a drawer, pulled out tape. Gripping both of Adam's wrists swiftly he bound them together. "Now, you little shit, are you gonna talk? Huh? WHO DID YOU TELL!?" He growled.
Adam peered at the knife his adoptive 'Father' held in his hand with a great deal of fear, eyes watering up. His eyes continually tried to look around his Father's chubby figure to pray Interceptor was there. That he could scream for someone. His Mom could do nothing, and WOULD do nothing. He sobbed hard, and with a choke screamed. "INTERCEPTOR!" David's hand falling against his cheek with a hard smack!
"Call out again, and see what happen! COME ON I DARE YE!" David said holding the knife threateningly against his exposed throat with a hard-pressed glare "Come on you little shit! SCREAM!" He added.
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