Post by stella on Jun 12, 2010 13:17:07 GMT -7
welcome to Camp Rock,
[/font]EMERSON JAKE VENTURI
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IT WON'T BE LONG TILL THE SUMMERS GONE
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NICKNAMES: em, emery
AGE: twenty-one
BIRTH DATE: december tenth
HOMETOWN: los angeles, california
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: counselors
FACE CLAIM: ian somerhalder
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HOLD ON TIGHT, IT'S A CRAZY NIGHT
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- surprises
- women
- cruises
- the water
- traveling
- summer
- junk food
DISLIKES:
- complaining campers
- alarms/wake-up calls
- winter
- prudes
- hospitals
- bitchy girls
- rainy days
PERSONALITY: to describe emerson would be easy. most people know him as a womanizer, ass-hole, outgoing, independent, and ambitious. all of that is true. emerson is known to go out with women, charm them with meaningless promises of commitment then when he gets what he wants he'll ditch them. his scorned lovers aren't exactly too happy about him, but what can he do? he's a charmer. he loves the chicks. those two hand and hand, he manipulates them. honestly, he has never been in love until he met a certain girl, but emerson keeps going with his behavior. however, other than that, he is upright citizen who happens to drink from time to time. there is also good in him if you look hard enough. he's fun and driven. there is a time to be serious while there's a time to be fun, he's usually fun and spontaneous rather than being serious. not necessarily a party guy, he enjoys smaller things as well. when the kiddie time ends, emerson will always remain driven. he's doesn't rely on anyone, so when things go bad he knows the only person he can blame is himself. because his dreams are big. he'll always have something fueling him.
FAMILY:
- angelina venturi, mother
- carter venturi, father
- _____ venturi, younger brother
HISTORY: emerson was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. his father was a successful film director while his mother was make-up artist. he wasn't spoiled rotten, but whatever he wanted, he was given the assets to get. besides, his parents the family were firm with him. he was supposed to be obedient when it came to his family. sadly, emerson conformed to what his family wanted. at a young age, he wanted to please them. growing up plus the birth of his younger brother he was able to get a little unruly. his home life was different from his outside life. emerson wasn't exactly in the popular clique at school, he had many friends, and enemies as well. he also began his womanizing at school. he grew to like a certain girl, but even when that happened he was always a womanizer. his younger brother someone with a bad sort of reputation. emerson wasn't very close to his sibling. he guarded him on occasion and talked from time to time. it wasn't like they were both too different. the younger venturi also had a rep with womanizing. after high school, he went to college to pursue directing, spending summers at the camp.
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GIVE IN, OR GET OUT
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AGE: fifteen
TIMEZONE: pacific
RANDOM FACT: my childhood is made-up of cartoons. powerpuff girls, pokemon, totally spies, etc.
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE:
Gambling was surely not Max’s forte and he was presented with the loser’s fate. Max sat in his dad’s old pick-up truck, mumbling curses underneath the blaring of the radio. He ran his fingers through his hair in order to gain some calmness. He hated that he lost to his dad’s friends and also his pop. They made him a deal that seemed fair. There was one condition, of course. A car needed some fixing and considering how much time Max spent in the garage it would be easy. He accepted. He wanted that whatever car they would reward him with, hitching a ride with others was getting leachy. His eyes searched the vehicle; every inch of that rusty mess ran through his brain. Taking the tools he needed, he began to work meticulously until he deemed it was done. However, when the inspection came, it didn’t run. There was a consequence for losing, one that Max had not heard due to his confidence. For the next three weeks he would have to clean up every afternoon. Max wanted to forgot about it and relax. Tomorrow would await oil stains and some parts to put away which would be the easy stuff. He wished that he more skilled; it looked like he had a long way to go.
Before long his father came with a large grin and began to drive. The ride was mostly silent besides the music playing. Max sighed and peered out the window, looking at the scenery that sped by. California was such a summery, beach place. It was not Max’s scene in the slightest sense. The city was probably one the most beautiful sights that he had ever seen. Even that was saying a lot. The lights, the cars, and the people were so comfortable. Los Angeles did have the some good aspects that made him feel neutral. The fairgrounds had been his number one hangout. It was particularly fun for the mere fact that there were rides and games to play. The pier was slowly coming up, giving Max a reason to sit up a little. “Thanks for the nice conversation.” Max’s dad said, dropping him off. A laugh erupted out of his father. Max didn’t bother looking back at the slowly moving car. Today was going to get better because there was no way that Max was going to let what happened ruin his weekend.
His hands were in his pockets, slouch returning, and the blank expression on his face returned. The wood pier felt odd walking on, Max continually looking down to see what was going on with his feet. He knew the pier rather well, but for some reason the wood still felt odd. A familiar set of attractions caught his attention: the Ferris wheel and the arcade. He ignored them. Finding a bench near the sand, he dug into his pocket, searching for his phone. He pulled it out. “Okay, who’s here?” Max whispered. Most of the time someone was at the fair or close. To be honest, he had someone in mind. She was probably busy, but no one else came to mind besides texting her to see if she was free today. Max paused for a moment. Whatever, he thought. He began to tap some buttons and in a matter of few seconds he finished. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he stretched out on the bench. Max closed his eyes and began to slowly drift off into sleep.
Before long his father came with a large grin and began to drive. The ride was mostly silent besides the music playing. Max sighed and peered out the window, looking at the scenery that sped by. California was such a summery, beach place. It was not Max’s scene in the slightest sense. The city was probably one the most beautiful sights that he had ever seen. Even that was saying a lot. The lights, the cars, and the people were so comfortable. Los Angeles did have the some good aspects that made him feel neutral. The fairgrounds had been his number one hangout. It was particularly fun for the mere fact that there were rides and games to play. The pier was slowly coming up, giving Max a reason to sit up a little. “Thanks for the nice conversation.” Max’s dad said, dropping him off. A laugh erupted out of his father. Max didn’t bother looking back at the slowly moving car. Today was going to get better because there was no way that Max was going to let what happened ruin his weekend.
His hands were in his pockets, slouch returning, and the blank expression on his face returned. The wood pier felt odd walking on, Max continually looking down to see what was going on with his feet. He knew the pier rather well, but for some reason the wood still felt odd. A familiar set of attractions caught his attention: the Ferris wheel and the arcade. He ignored them. Finding a bench near the sand, he dug into his pocket, searching for his phone. He pulled it out. “Okay, who’s here?” Max whispered. Most of the time someone was at the fair or close. To be honest, he had someone in mind. She was probably busy, but no one else came to mind besides texting her to see if she was free today. Max paused for a moment. Whatever, he thought. He began to tap some buttons and in a matter of few seconds he finished. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he stretched out on the bench. Max closed his eyes and began to slowly drift off into sleep.
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