Post by Demitrius Khalor on Feb 10, 2008 20:27:10 GMT -5
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DEMITRIUS KHALOR
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NAME’ Demitrius Thanos Khalor ;; Demitri
AGE’ 22
GRADE’ Senior
MAJOR’ Architecture
MINOR’ Mathematics
GENDER’ Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION’ Straight
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OVERALL APPEARANCE’Striking, Sexy, Dominant,Forbidden: Demitrius holds himself with a sense of confidence that just emits sex. No, that is not what he is asking for, he is just attractive. Demitrius likes to say that he is beginning a legacy of Khalors being attractive, but that could be a self-conceited side of him speaking. When thisboyman walks, he strides with such confidence and a small smirk always playing across his lips, that it's been said that simply watching him with envy can make a girl fall head over heels. Or so, that's how Demitrius tells the story.
Demitrius stands at a dominating height of 6'2", much to his advantage due to his interests. And even being so tall at his young age, he continues to grow and will probably grow another two inches before his height will stunt. Demitrius can back up his height with muscle as well: from snowboarding for so many years has done him well, and his muscular-toned body just helps boost his rather large and already inflated ego. He has broad shoulders and thick arms, but he likes to keep himself toned: after all, a man who has too much muscle is a bit gruesome.
He has semi-short, bleached blonde hair that he plays around with quite a bit: it's not usually one style every day. When it is in its natural form, it is wavy and short, occasionally curving over his forehead. On other days, he will straighten it, giving him an 'emo' look, of the day of course, and then he reveals his beautiful bangs that will, regrettably, hide his even more beautiful eyes. On other days, he may not do anything to it, leaving it in a bundle of mess, or spike it up, which doesn't need much of an explanation. His eyes are a warm, ocean blue with little emotion behind them: unless you look very closely, and you may see a spark of something. His face is narrow, and his jaw is tight and strong. His skin is nearly flawless, but fair nonetheless. After summer vacation, he tends to come to school with a tan, but it fades off eventually. His smile is nearly to die for.
But of course, even the perfect Demitrius has his appearance flaws. He rarely breaks out, but when overly stressed, he will for about a week before it disappears and hides for another... year or so. But, more long lasting is his scar on the left side of his neck, about three inches in length. Also he has an undesirable crooked tooth in the back of his mouth, where nobody can really see it, but oh Demitrius knows its there.
PORTRAYED BY’ Boyd Holbrook
MY MIND ISN’T A SAFE PLACE’[/size][/color]
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- Girls
- Socializing
- Parties
- Having Fun
- Sports
- Winning
- Steak
- Other Seniors
- Flirting
- Pleasing Others
- Domination
- Being Right
- Milk Chocolate
DISLIKES’
- Clingy Underclassmen
- His enemies
- Anyone annoying
- Dark Chocolate
- Ignorance
- Losing
- Carrots
- Wimps, people easily scared
- Being called 'Emo' sometimes
- The 'perfect' students
HOBBIES’Demitrius is not a 'truly' easily-amused person, although he may pretend to be sometimes. However, there are a few things that can really catch his attention and occupy himself for hours. He loves doing anything math related, and will sit at his desk for hours with his expensive graphic calculator, punching in numbers to solve extremely complex equations, and possibly making the impossible possible. Demitrius plays football with his friends when he has the time to do so, but his favorite sport is snowboarding, and if he was able to pursue snowboarding as a future career, he would do so. Not very often, but on rare occasion, he will sit at home to play some video games, whether it be his new XBox 360 or the Wii.
SECRETS’Demitrius likes to keep all of his fears to himself, including the fear of loss, rejection, and a fear of one day being gay. Although he is not a homophobic, he just does not want it happening to himself. He also keeps his dirty little secrets of all those one night stands to himself, especially this one, and he isn't one to brag about it to his other guy friends, it's morally wrong. Demitrius also likes to keep in this secrets of his childhood, a rather embarrassing time of his life.
PERSONALITY’His Inflated Ego.. Demetrius, yes, is a victim of this horrid fate. He has a ego larger than his own head, which is actually very small in comparison: it's a wonder how it hasn't exploded yet. Demetrius has a strife of confidence that outruns just about any you will ever meet, which can be used to his advantage, as well as disadvantage. Some people find this to be the most frustrating trait about him, and he can even be shunned in part for that. However, he probably won't bring himself up in a conversation unless the other person lets on for him to do so, or some type of implication that it's time for him to speak of his grand self. And when he begins, it's hard to get him to stop. After all, he does have plenty to be proud of. Now this can lead to another side of him...
A Little Competitive... He is a competitive man and finds himself to be higher than nearly everybody, and so when he finds someone who actually may possibly stand up against him, he will do nearly anything it takes to make sure that he will be the dominant in any type of situation. Even with his closest friends he will consider to be rivals. He has little concern when it comes to girls, after all, Demetrius has plenty to look after, but when it comes to something like his mathematical skills, more specific, the architecture (although not many know that this is his major), but his biggest competition is within Snowboarding. He will smother you to all ends to ensure your defeat, and that can go to extreme, unwelcome lengths.
Secretly A Romantic... Demetrius hates to admit it, and usually he doesn't, and hides this huge romantic behind his tough and manly exterior. When he loves a woman, he knows exactly how to please her: and not only in a sexual manner, but also a mental and emotional way. He loves roses, slow dancing on beaches, romantic dinners by candle light, and a bit more creative ideas. It's hard to find this side of him, for he has to have very strong feelings for a girl. However, hopefully not to his girlfriend's discontent, he will be overly protective of her. He has yet another secret: a fear of rejection and a fear of loss. Also, mind his competitive side. He does not mind other men talk to his girlfriend, that he is tolerable of, but if any signs of flirting are present, well... things won't be pretty.
His Flirty Side... Yes, despite his romantic steak, Demetrius is a flirt. He loves hanging out with girls and pleasing them in every was possible, mostly in sexual manners, but more than just that: giving them chocolates, maybe that special bit of attention, and also flowering them with compliments when the time requires it. Demetrius is a true womanizer and he couldn't be more proud of himself. He is known for his one-night stands, but what makes him a bit different from other men is that he does not completely shun that woman out of his life the next day: he hopes to build a friendship, which can sometimes be in the interest of the woman. He also warns the female when he does not expect any serious relationship to come out of it, and he only continues forward when he knows she agrees to his standards.
Strict Friendship... In case you haven't been able to figure it out, Demetrius loves to socialize, and thus he makes a lot of friends, mostly within his year, however. It isn't very hard to befriend him: just don't get on his nerves, and you'll be fine. And when you have befriended him, he is willing to build it to the greatest extent it can go, although he is risky on letting it get too far, meaning, he may not allow it to get too personal. He does have secrets that he keeps to himself and he tries not to trust people too much, otherwise he may let those small little secrets slip, a horrific thing in his eyes. Demetrius does, however, keep his friends very close and like he does with many people, he does plenty for them: although he is self-conceited enough that he may only do it should it benefit him. There is one exception to this, however. If you are Demetrius's best friend, have known for years and years, he would probably die for you. But that's a little rare.
Those Cursed Enemies... Just as he has friends, he has enemies as well. As friendly as he can be sometimes, he does not like certain people: Authority. Especially in someone his own age. Demitrius is dominating in his own way, and when someone else tries to give him authority, he has much trouble adapting. He also hates cocky freshmen boys who think they can run the school, and may sometimes ‘pick’ on them should he see one. Very rarely, and I mean, very rarely would he ever leave a single freshman alone. Maybe he would glare at them, but that's simple compared to the pranks he plays on them or the rude remarks he may make. However, in his house or not, if you make enemies with Demetrius, he will be sure to make your life a living hell throughout it all. He is not a good person to be enemies with, and he tries his best to avoid it, but others just seem to crawl into his skin and poke at his biggest nerves. Demetrius knows no limits when it comes to those he highly dislikes, and this has landed him in detention a number of times. Once you are his enemy: it's hard to go back to anything better.
Overall... Demetrius is a friendly guy. He loves to get to know people, ask questions, talk about himself, and make friends. Demetrius is a social butterfly that is just ready to burst to the greatest extreme in life, his greatest climax, and his social status is also very important to him. Despite this friendliness, there are a few he would never be willing to accept and a few he will make living a torture. He is skilled with the ladies, and even has a hidden romantic side to him should you get far into the relationship. His friends mean more to him than, well, a lot, and his best friend of all is even more important than even himself (and that's saying a lot) where Demetrius will die for that friend. But, getting past Demetrius's tough, and a bit distrustful exterior is a harder task than some may expect. But the adventure in doing so is well worth it.
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PARENTS’Father: Ryan Khalor [Doctor]
Mother: Abigail (nee Crenshaw) Khalor [Elementary School Teacher]
SIBLINGS’Chase Khalor [24]
Renee Khalor [19]
EXTENDED FAMILY’Grandfathers: Chase Khalor ;; Lyle Crenshaw
Grandmother: Victoria Crenshaw
Uncles: Gregory Crenshaw and Billy Crenshaw
As well as some cousins.
PETS’About six years ago, Demitrius' family had gathered up money to give Demitri a beautiful Great Dane, which he named Thorn. Thorn was a gift for entering high school. He was a very small puppy at the time, barely larger than a small trash can, but that was quick to change. Within his first year he had grown about a foot, a dramatic height difference. Afterwards, however, his growth was stunted, but now he is a very large Great Dane, about five feet and seven inches in height from his paws to the tips of his ears.
HISTORY’Demitrius was born on December 2nd to his lovely parents Ryan Khalor and Abigail Khalor, both of whom were overly pleased to have their second son. Demitri was a very happy baby and rarely did he ever cry, for his parents were always giving him his needs at all times, but otherwise, he slept through the night without waking up very often, and he was just a very happy baby boy. As he grew into his toddler years and began to learn how to walk, the young child learned how to explore through the house. The house was not very large, but it was big enough to suit their family thus far: four bedrooms, a full kitchen, a family room and a living room, three bathrooms, and a couple of studies, with a basement and an attic included. At such a young age, however, Demitri had the world to explore, and that's exactly what he did: he had gotten into nearly everything, stories his mother enjoys telling, much to Demtri's dismay.
As Dimitri grew older and started to go to school, he realized just how exciting it actually was: seeing other kids your age and learning the same things you are was possibly the most amazing thing to him, but he didn't make nearly as much friends as he had hoped to. He was always seen as a bit 'odd', excelling in math beyond some even middle school students, and he was a great artist and had so many creative ideas when they were drawing houses. Other children were not fascinated by this, but rather 'weirded out'. Dimitri did not know any better, he didn't realize the social deprivation he was going through, but it had worried his parents deeply. One day, in second grade, a couple of others boy had taken a few of his drawings and ripped them up, eventually trying to shove the crayons down his throat. They moved away immediately, farther up north.
The weather in Canada was so much different than that of Florida, United States. In Canada, it was cold: Demitri was not happy. He suffered through the rest of elementary school in depression, had almost no friends, maybe one or two very close ones, but this time his parents didn't move, which confused him greatly. His parents had insisted that this was a great place for him to be raised, and he finally settled with that. When he entered middle school, things finally began to turn around for the better. He had joined a Snowboarding Club there, mostly due to his parents pressuring him into it, but he had learnt to love the sport and he was actually very good at it. In the club he had made plenty of friends and his social life was finally coming together, when the Demitri everyone knows now finally bloomed from its deprived seed.
High School for Demitri was a breeze, his scores were great, he continued to snowboard as often as he could, and the teachers loved him. But not only the teachers: his classmates as well. He was popular in school, and almost everybody knew his name: he was finally happy, and so were his parents. When Demitri was in elementary school and middle school, he had strayed away from his family, his brother and his sister, and they fought a lot, but when he entered high school, the fights almost completely diminished and now the three talk to each other all the time. It was possibly the turning point of Demitri's life, as well his family's. Demitri graduated as one of the top students of his class, and he had received several college tuition opportunities, but he chose the University of Whistler, one of the best schools around and it had offered the most tuition money.
Now Demitri is an Architect major and a Mathematics minor, doing subjects that he loves and he's good at. He attended college immediately after his High School graduation, giving himself on a couple of months for a break before starting his first term at the age of eighteen. A couple of years have passed and he managed to move out of the freshman stage, now all the way to his senior year at the University. He plans on getting a Masters in Architecture, however he is on the fence for all of his friends are here the the University does not offer a Masters program for this major, but he will decide eventually. For now, Demitri is going to enjoy the college life of being a senior and take every moment he can to make it memorable.
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YOUR NAME / ALIAS’ Andrea
AGE’ 16
EXPERIENCE’ A few years
OTHER’ ORANGE TANG
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Serafina had listened to him, intently as well. Her eyes were narrow and she concentrated on not losing her temper while he spoke, biting her lip eventually as his words finally hit her. She then realized just how much of an impact her father's training had on her about her wings, about her tribe and her people. She deeply regretted ever listening to him right now, Alesander's words making more sense than she had wanted them to. Again, her dignity would not allow him to take over completely, and so she refused to show him just how much she understood what he meant, what he was saying, so she turned her head away sharply. Ignoring the blade pointing at her chest, she stared at the mountains. When she turned to look at him again, his face wasn't far from hers'. She furrowed her eyebrows, hoping not to be more exposed.
Her eyes lingered on the captain for a while, probably too long, as she took in everything he had said. She didn't respond right away, either, her thoughts pondering everything he had said, considering them to be the truth, as she collected her thoughts into something reasonably acceptable for herself, and her dignity. Her mind and pride were fighting against each other, and right now, it was a tie. She bit her lower lip but quickly recovered and stared at the captain, trying to hide all emotion from her eyes. As usual, her face was difficult to read. Suddenly, when he said, 'The will to fly didn't come from your wings, it came from your mind', she couldn't hold back: she took a step backward awkwardly, her eyes wide with astonishment at his words. She didn't know why she had reacted that way, but she immediately felt ashamed at her sudden display.
Her voice was soft, and quiet, almost impossible to hear. "The will to fly..." she repeated to herself. She looked at the captain. "And the will to fight." She couldn't respond to him with a 'I agree, you're right, I understand...', and she could only hope that he understood what she meant when he repeated what he was saying: she did agree, and she did understand. She looked around the campsite again, having a new perspective on it now that she knew it was not a fort, just defense. She watched the Ice Warriors curiously, as she tried to understand. She didn't travel in groups of more than three people very often, actually, it may have only happened once or twice before, so this was rather interesting and, a bit confusing, as well.
She had completely forgotten about Kevin there, and was suddenly very grateful for his presence: she didn't have to face Alesander on her own and be in his only focus, the only victim beneath his piercing gaze. She lightly shuddered at the thought and quickly looked at Kevin. She smiled softly, looking rather crooked and forced, but she smiled nonetheless, and whispered, "Thank you, Kevin..." Suddenly, there was an intruder. She gritted her teeth at the woman who had invaded their conversation, the hatred amongst the three warriors were fading, but it flared up again as she entered.
Serafina stared at the girl whom Alesander called Alaria. She came in here, acting like she knew everything that was going on, telling Alesander what to do and what not to do, ordering him around. She bit her tongue. If she tried that stunt on her or Kevin... she felt a rush of adrenaline soar through her. She didn't like this girl coming in suddenly like this, something about her presence made her feel extremely uneasy. It might have been because she was so closely related to the High Lord of the Ice Warriors, Ice. Now he was someone Serafina could directly hate, for his father was the one who had taken her wings: of course, he didn't personally do it, but his people had done it with no objection. She wanted to glare at the girl, to threaten her, but something held her back. She was finally beginning to relax with the captain, she didn't want this.... this simpleton to ruin it.
So, she ignored Alaria completely, her eyes slowly moving away from her back to the Captain. Then he began to ask questions. She listened intently, hoping that maybe he would pass over her, for she was smart enough to know what question was probably lingering in his mind. But then, she was last: he hadn't forgotten about her, and when he asked it, she felt her stomach twist and she felt dizzy, uneasy. She tried to compose herself, and think of a lie as quickly as possible, but if Cailen hadn't done it, then who else? Maybe he would believe that a simple commoner had hired her for the job, but why would a commoner do that? Nearly everybody was happy with the treaty, except for the very rare exceptions, because they were free to roam the Ice Kingdom without fear of an ambush, unless by another, very unwelcome guest.
She looked at the ground, waiting while the others answered his questions. She would be the last to answer, she knew it, as she tried to take the time to her advantage, but nothing was adding up. The ground beneath her spun and she leaned against the rock, trying to collect her thoughts. The question hadn't caught her off guard, no... but never has she been put in the position where she would have to... speak about her father to anyone. Nobody knew of him. And his forceful personality made it seem that he would get the answer out of her, no matter how much she resisted. But she would try to resist.
She decided to take the time to compose herself, to ease away from the dizziness and the feeling in her stomach that made her want to throw up. The thought about her father was hard enough to deal with inside, but to speak the words aloud, to a complete stranger, who she didn't particularly... like, was much more nerve-racking than she expected. Suddenly, it was her turn. She hadn't heard what the others were saying, and she could feel him looking at her, waiting. She didn't have much time to react. She wanted to lurch forward and fall to the ground, she wanted to faint, to get herself out of this mess, but what then? That would be embarrassing.
"The -" she began, but she found it extremely hard to find the words. "He -" She couldn't do it. She couldn't rat on her own father. She took a deep breath and said, with as much confidence as she could muster, "A local commoner in my area. He heard of my profession, and asked me to spy on the Ice Warriors, for he heard a commotion around here. I guess he himself had tried, but a coward he was and ran off when he saw how many of you there were. Of course I would accept the chance at some extra money. I don't really know him, so his interests in the Ice Warriors is beyond me." Her voice was convincing, her posture was convincing, and she could only pray that the other two had distracted him from seeing her previous, extremely weak state, and that he couldn't read her eyes and find out that she was lying. That would just make things difficult.
Her eyes lingered on the captain for a while, probably too long, as she took in everything he had said. She didn't respond right away, either, her thoughts pondering everything he had said, considering them to be the truth, as she collected her thoughts into something reasonably acceptable for herself, and her dignity. Her mind and pride were fighting against each other, and right now, it was a tie. She bit her lower lip but quickly recovered and stared at the captain, trying to hide all emotion from her eyes. As usual, her face was difficult to read. Suddenly, when he said, 'The will to fly didn't come from your wings, it came from your mind', she couldn't hold back: she took a step backward awkwardly, her eyes wide with astonishment at his words. She didn't know why she had reacted that way, but she immediately felt ashamed at her sudden display.
Her voice was soft, and quiet, almost impossible to hear. "The will to fly..." she repeated to herself. She looked at the captain. "And the will to fight." She couldn't respond to him with a 'I agree, you're right, I understand...', and she could only hope that he understood what she meant when he repeated what he was saying: she did agree, and she did understand. She looked around the campsite again, having a new perspective on it now that she knew it was not a fort, just defense. She watched the Ice Warriors curiously, as she tried to understand. She didn't travel in groups of more than three people very often, actually, it may have only happened once or twice before, so this was rather interesting and, a bit confusing, as well.
She had completely forgotten about Kevin there, and was suddenly very grateful for his presence: she didn't have to face Alesander on her own and be in his only focus, the only victim beneath his piercing gaze. She lightly shuddered at the thought and quickly looked at Kevin. She smiled softly, looking rather crooked and forced, but she smiled nonetheless, and whispered, "Thank you, Kevin..." Suddenly, there was an intruder. She gritted her teeth at the woman who had invaded their conversation, the hatred amongst the three warriors were fading, but it flared up again as she entered.
Serafina stared at the girl whom Alesander called Alaria. She came in here, acting like she knew everything that was going on, telling Alesander what to do and what not to do, ordering him around. She bit her tongue. If she tried that stunt on her or Kevin... she felt a rush of adrenaline soar through her. She didn't like this girl coming in suddenly like this, something about her presence made her feel extremely uneasy. It might have been because she was so closely related to the High Lord of the Ice Warriors, Ice. Now he was someone Serafina could directly hate, for his father was the one who had taken her wings: of course, he didn't personally do it, but his people had done it with no objection. She wanted to glare at the girl, to threaten her, but something held her back. She was finally beginning to relax with the captain, she didn't want this.... this simpleton to ruin it.
So, she ignored Alaria completely, her eyes slowly moving away from her back to the Captain. Then he began to ask questions. She listened intently, hoping that maybe he would pass over her, for she was smart enough to know what question was probably lingering in his mind. But then, she was last: he hadn't forgotten about her, and when he asked it, she felt her stomach twist and she felt dizzy, uneasy. She tried to compose herself, and think of a lie as quickly as possible, but if Cailen hadn't done it, then who else? Maybe he would believe that a simple commoner had hired her for the job, but why would a commoner do that? Nearly everybody was happy with the treaty, except for the very rare exceptions, because they were free to roam the Ice Kingdom without fear of an ambush, unless by another, very unwelcome guest.
She looked at the ground, waiting while the others answered his questions. She would be the last to answer, she knew it, as she tried to take the time to her advantage, but nothing was adding up. The ground beneath her spun and she leaned against the rock, trying to collect her thoughts. The question hadn't caught her off guard, no... but never has she been put in the position where she would have to... speak about her father to anyone. Nobody knew of him. And his forceful personality made it seem that he would get the answer out of her, no matter how much she resisted. But she would try to resist.
She decided to take the time to compose herself, to ease away from the dizziness and the feeling in her stomach that made her want to throw up. The thought about her father was hard enough to deal with inside, but to speak the words aloud, to a complete stranger, who she didn't particularly... like, was much more nerve-racking than she expected. Suddenly, it was her turn. She hadn't heard what the others were saying, and she could feel him looking at her, waiting. She didn't have much time to react. She wanted to lurch forward and fall to the ground, she wanted to faint, to get herself out of this mess, but what then? That would be embarrassing.
"The -" she began, but she found it extremely hard to find the words. "He -" She couldn't do it. She couldn't rat on her own father. She took a deep breath and said, with as much confidence as she could muster, "A local commoner in my area. He heard of my profession, and asked me to spy on the Ice Warriors, for he heard a commotion around here. I guess he himself had tried, but a coward he was and ran off when he saw how many of you there were. Of course I would accept the chance at some extra money. I don't really know him, so his interests in the Ice Warriors is beyond me." Her voice was convincing, her posture was convincing, and she could only pray that the other two had distracted him from seeing her previous, extremely weak state, and that he couldn't read her eyes and find out that she was lying. That would just make things difficult.
And someday, I promise I'll be gone 
