Post by >>>Ellie<<< on Dec 7, 2007 21:09:03 GMT -5
Full Name: Johnny Luck
Nickname(s): Johno, John, Luck, Lucky.
Stage Name: he doesn't need one.
Age: 21
Artistic Pursuit(s): His artistic persuit is his journalism.
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Appearance: Johnny has beach blonde hair that is slightly long and usually secured into a fashionable hairstyle, except for the occasional day when he has it just as a messy but still carefully styled design. He suits both of these styles remarkably well.
His eyes are always bright and sparkly, and he always has a slightly crooked but charming smile on his face. He has bronze skin and has come from England (but he had a wealthy family and spent alot of time in france) and so he was a strong british accent.
He is relatively toned and muscular, and he's also 5"9.
He always wears snappy and classy casual suits, with a loose tie e.t.c But when he wants to look formal he'll go for the whole tux thing.
Personality: Johnny is devastatingly charming, a pure ladies man and yet under the womanising exterior he can be extremely cold and calculating. Figuring out how to use anything and everything to get him the story that will make his career hit the really really big time.
He's relatively easy going and annoyingly easy to get along with, yet he tends to wink alot and call women 'doll'. True to his last name he is annoyingly lucky.
Family: Sandra Luck, accountant in the British Bank. Arthur Luck, Doctor in London.
History: Johnny and his family lived in Londan, England. Spending their summers at their holiday home in France and all the other times at home. He attended a prestigious primary school, (the same one young royals attend) and yet instead of wanting to be a doctor like his father, Johnny found himself craving the lust and allure of being a tabloid writer.
He was given permission by his family to pursue his dream, he moved to New York and got himself a job at the 'New York City Herald'.
He always wears snappy, clean and smart suits but with a loose casual twist, always high fashion as his parents send him money every so often.
He wants to become the most well known journalist in America, and so is fighting tooth and nail for that dream. The girls of N.Y however are not doing him any good, they're too good a distraction.
He lives in Pearl Gate Apartments.
Main Talent: Journalism.
Weaknesses: He fears someone else getting the big 'scoop' over him, as he's been a rather spoilt child, always getting his way.
His flaws are his quirk of always calling women 'doll' and the fact he seems to think he's gods gift to the world.
Strengths: He's a brilliant writer, extremely lucky, a complete charmer and a flirt and he's suprisingly good at dancing, something he likes to show off.
Anything Else: what else should we know?
RP Example: Johnny stacked his papers and placed his cover over his type writer, almost affectionately patting it before looking around.
Yeah, patting a typewriter won't do much for your Mr. Smooth image.... Heading over to the editors office to hand in his story he poked his head around the corner.
"Here's the article doll." he grinned, flashing her his charming smile.
The editor merely took it and began to scan through it.
"Thanks Johnny." she stated in her usual flat and bored tone.
Johnny glared at her momentarily before nodding,
"Bye then." he told her, slipping out and closing the door.
"Hey! Louise, how about some of that dancin' with Johnny tonight? Whaddya say babydoll?" he asked Louise, the pretty new girl who seemed quite taken with him.
"Oh sure!" she giggled, blushing furiously. Johnny smile, stroking under her chin affectionately with a finger.
"Seeya tonig- gotta run!" he gasped, "I'll call you!" he said hurriedly. Dashing out the door just as the thunderous looking face of yet another girl came towards him.
As the door to the newspaper swung shut he could hear snatches of a heated argument, over him. Re-arranging his coat cuffs he grinned.
"Hm, strike two, we've done flowers. Marie wants chocolates." he muttered to himself, heading for the shops. Chocolates were the perfect 'Sorry you saw me cheating... again.' gift. Not that they were even together. She was just a girl he happened to go out with every so often. That in no way meant they were commited to each other.
He wanted a woman who was more of a challenge.
How you found the site: I AM ZE CREATOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!! *cough* well, half the creator anyways
Nickname(s): Johno, John, Luck, Lucky.
Stage Name: he doesn't need one.
Age: 21
Artistic Pursuit(s): His artistic persuit is his journalism.
Image: alex-pettyfer.broken-faith.net/Gallery/displayimage.php?album=110&pos=10
alex-pettyfer.broken-faith.net/Gallery/displayimage.php?album=110&pos=14
img243.imageshack.us/img243/3348/balex05sp3.jpg
www.close-upfilm.com/pictures/Pettyfer.jpg
Appearance: Johnny has beach blonde hair that is slightly long and usually secured into a fashionable hairstyle, except for the occasional day when he has it just as a messy but still carefully styled design. He suits both of these styles remarkably well.
His eyes are always bright and sparkly, and he always has a slightly crooked but charming smile on his face. He has bronze skin and has come from England (but he had a wealthy family and spent alot of time in france) and so he was a strong british accent.
He is relatively toned and muscular, and he's also 5"9.
He always wears snappy and classy casual suits, with a loose tie e.t.c But when he wants to look formal he'll go for the whole tux thing.
Personality: Johnny is devastatingly charming, a pure ladies man and yet under the womanising exterior he can be extremely cold and calculating. Figuring out how to use anything and everything to get him the story that will make his career hit the really really big time.
He's relatively easy going and annoyingly easy to get along with, yet he tends to wink alot and call women 'doll'. True to his last name he is annoyingly lucky.
Family: Sandra Luck, accountant in the British Bank. Arthur Luck, Doctor in London.
History: Johnny and his family lived in Londan, England. Spending their summers at their holiday home in France and all the other times at home. He attended a prestigious primary school, (the same one young royals attend) and yet instead of wanting to be a doctor like his father, Johnny found himself craving the lust and allure of being a tabloid writer.
He was given permission by his family to pursue his dream, he moved to New York and got himself a job at the 'New York City Herald'.
He always wears snappy, clean and smart suits but with a loose casual twist, always high fashion as his parents send him money every so often.
He wants to become the most well known journalist in America, and so is fighting tooth and nail for that dream. The girls of N.Y however are not doing him any good, they're too good a distraction.
He lives in Pearl Gate Apartments.
Main Talent: Journalism.
Weaknesses: He fears someone else getting the big 'scoop' over him, as he's been a rather spoilt child, always getting his way.
His flaws are his quirk of always calling women 'doll' and the fact he seems to think he's gods gift to the world.
Strengths: He's a brilliant writer, extremely lucky, a complete charmer and a flirt and he's suprisingly good at dancing, something he likes to show off.
Anything Else: what else should we know?
RP Example: Johnny stacked his papers and placed his cover over his type writer, almost affectionately patting it before looking around.
Yeah, patting a typewriter won't do much for your Mr. Smooth image.... Heading over to the editors office to hand in his story he poked his head around the corner.
"Here's the article doll." he grinned, flashing her his charming smile.
The editor merely took it and began to scan through it.
"Thanks Johnny." she stated in her usual flat and bored tone.
Johnny glared at her momentarily before nodding,
"Bye then." he told her, slipping out and closing the door.
"Hey! Louise, how about some of that dancin' with Johnny tonight? Whaddya say babydoll?" he asked Louise, the pretty new girl who seemed quite taken with him.
"Oh sure!" she giggled, blushing furiously. Johnny smile, stroking under her chin affectionately with a finger.
"Seeya tonig- gotta run!" he gasped, "I'll call you!" he said hurriedly. Dashing out the door just as the thunderous looking face of yet another girl came towards him.
As the door to the newspaper swung shut he could hear snatches of a heated argument, over him. Re-arranging his coat cuffs he grinned.
"Hm, strike two, we've done flowers. Marie wants chocolates." he muttered to himself, heading for the shops. Chocolates were the perfect 'Sorry you saw me cheating... again.' gift. Not that they were even together. She was just a girl he happened to go out with every so often. That in no way meant they were commited to each other.
He wanted a woman who was more of a challenge.
How you found the site: I AM ZE CREATOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!! *cough* well, half the creator anyways
I know! he's like the hottness