Name of Character: Noah PuckermanAge of Player: 17Age of Character: 24Ships: Puckleberry~Background since Graduating: I suck at these~*~*Determined to be anything but a Lima Loser, Puck immediately left Ohio after graduating from high school, using the money he had made from working at local places during his school years and money his mother could afford to let go of, which honestly wasn't much. Not knowing where to go, he set off for California. He got an apartment in L.A. and worked job to job, just trying to get by. He spent most of his time when he wasn't working on street corners, his open guitar case at his feet and his soft melodies and deep voice drawing in little crowds and a decent amount of cash. All money he got his hands on he immediately put away, in hopes of opening up a business of his own eventually. He has a girlfriend, Kelly Winters, a L.A. local whose landed herself a few parts in various shows/movies. They've been together for only a year or so, so it's safe to say that they aren't too serious yet.Sample of Writing: (From another RP because I'm lazy. Sue me.)“Hey, Christophe!” Cameron greeted, his voice oozing with forced excitement, as if Christopher wouldn’t be able to tell. He obviously knew what forced excitement sounded like in his own voice, and considering how similar they sounded, Chris wasn’t fooled for a second. He knew his brother well enough to know when he was faking emotions and when he wasn’t. He had no doubts that the cause of his sullen behavior had nothing to do with him, but Chris couldn’t help but be worried about it. “Hi, Cameron.” he said with a small grin, stepping towards Cam.“I missed you!” Cam exclaimed, a statement which was genuine, his smile being all the reassurance that was needed. “I missed you too.” Chris replied, though he wasn’t really smiling. He did miss Cam, and Kurt, for that matter, very much, to the point where it pained him to even think about it most days. However, he wouldn’t dare admit how lonely he was without them around the house, because he had been given the choice of transferring to Dalton when they did and he didn’t do it. Looking back, it was such a stupid decision on his part, but there was nothing to do about it now. It was too late. Sure, he could convince their father to let him go, but it just wouldn’t be the same. Cam and Kurt already fit in there, they knew there place. If Chris transferred here, this late, he’d be a lost, little kitten, following around his older brothers as he had done ever since they were younger. He has always looked up to them. Either sibling was amazing in their own way, and Chris always felt that he never compared. Kurt has always been the best performer, constantly stealing the spotlight whenever the opportunity presented itself. He would put together little shows where he would sing and perform for their parents, and in most cases Cam and Chris got suckered into being his back up dancers, despite Cameron being the one who directed the choreography. Kurt was also, simply put, fashionably gifted. When their mother passed away, Burt was left with the task of taking care of the three boys. Every morning he allowed them to dress themselves, but Chris could never make it out of their room without being forced to change for creating a ‘fashion violation.’ He was unable to help but smile slightly at the memory, a fond expression etched upon his face. His memories faded into the back of his thoughts as he focused on Cameron, who was now standing in front of him. Chris placed one hand on the back of Cam’s neck firmly, his eyes fluttering closed as their lips met. His free hand automatically when to Cam’s ass and his palm rubbed against the silky material as he groped him. He forced himself closer to Cam, their bodies pressed tightly against one another.Boy, did he miss this. Anything You’d Like to Add: You can totally deny me if you're tired of me being in your lives too much. I won't be offended ;)OH AND I won't be online Sat, June 4th-Sat, June 11th, but other than that I'd be pretty active~ <3
