Post by fagcentral on Oct 22, 2011 23:09:26 GMT -5
Full name of character: Clyde Donovan
Character’s age: Sixteen
How you heard about this RP: Looking through the South Park tag on Tumblr.
Describe your character's personality: Clyde isn't very smart and is often disconnected to those around him, showing little interest; or if something more interesting is presented to him, he'll choose whatever it is instead. On the other hand, Clyde can be vulgar and foulmouthed. At the times where he's not disconnected or raunchy, he's sincere and always has a sense of morality.
Background information: Clyde's family isn't that out of the norm, so he lives a normal family-healthy lifestyle. His father owns a shoe shop up in South Park, which is how he kept the ladies on his side. As he grew older, he knew this tactic wouldn't last forever and the girls would only use him for the shoes he'd provide him with. Through this, he's a self-proclaimed 'helpless romantic'.
Throughout his life in South Park, he's been hanging out with one of his best friends, Craig. He often hangs out with Craig, Token, and Tweak. They've all been together for as long as they can remember, and it'll probably stay that way. But, when it comes to Cartman and his antics, Clyde usually finds a way to stay out of it.
As far as interests come, Clyde is the one who would never pass up a chance for tacos... (and food in general). Though, sometimes concerned about his weight - the term 'fatass' is the quickest way to get to him.
Roleplaying Example:"Donovan!!" Clyde could hear his mother scream from downstairs. She sounded upset, but he shrugged it off and continued playing Call of Duty. He flopped around on his bed, lying on his stomach now. "Gotcha.." he mumbled under his breath, feeling confident in his game play. He bit his lip and pressed the buttons on his controller with such fervency it seemed time had stopped; it hadn't, and his mother burst through his door. "Clyde Donovan! I thought I told you to clean this room!" He glanced up to her for a moment, "Hey mom." He turned his attention back to the television screen, where he continued to blast virtual nazi-zombies. His mother stamped her feet, "The next time I come in this room, it better be spotless, or I swear, that game will be out the window." She slammed his door shut, "Chalk that up for another empty-threat.." He laughed as he continued playing his game, not minding his slob of a room.
OOC: Welp, there it is!! I hope to be a part of this lovely RP group.
Character’s age: Sixteen
How you heard about this RP: Looking through the South Park tag on Tumblr.
Describe your character's personality: Clyde isn't very smart and is often disconnected to those around him, showing little interest; or if something more interesting is presented to him, he'll choose whatever it is instead. On the other hand, Clyde can be vulgar and foulmouthed. At the times where he's not disconnected or raunchy, he's sincere and always has a sense of morality.
Background information: Clyde's family isn't that out of the norm, so he lives a normal family-healthy lifestyle. His father owns a shoe shop up in South Park, which is how he kept the ladies on his side. As he grew older, he knew this tactic wouldn't last forever and the girls would only use him for the shoes he'd provide him with. Through this, he's a self-proclaimed 'helpless romantic'.
Throughout his life in South Park, he's been hanging out with one of his best friends, Craig. He often hangs out with Craig, Token, and Tweak. They've all been together for as long as they can remember, and it'll probably stay that way. But, when it comes to Cartman and his antics, Clyde usually finds a way to stay out of it.
As far as interests come, Clyde is the one who would never pass up a chance for tacos... (and food in general). Though, sometimes concerned about his weight - the term 'fatass' is the quickest way to get to him.
Roleplaying Example:"Donovan!!" Clyde could hear his mother scream from downstairs. She sounded upset, but he shrugged it off and continued playing Call of Duty. He flopped around on his bed, lying on his stomach now. "Gotcha.." he mumbled under his breath, feeling confident in his game play. He bit his lip and pressed the buttons on his controller with such fervency it seemed time had stopped; it hadn't, and his mother burst through his door. "Clyde Donovan! I thought I told you to clean this room!" He glanced up to her for a moment, "Hey mom." He turned his attention back to the television screen, where he continued to blast virtual nazi-zombies. His mother stamped her feet, "The next time I come in this room, it better be spotless, or I swear, that game will be out the window." She slammed his door shut, "Chalk that up for another empty-threat.." He laughed as he continued playing his game, not minding his slob of a room.
OOC: Welp, there it is!! I hope to be a part of this lovely RP group.