hey ya’ll ! i’m peyton, but you can just call me peyt for short! i’m currently 8teen, freezing out here in this PST timezone, and can’t wait to write with all of you and have a freakin blast ! in about two and a half weeks i’m going to be EXTREMELY active, because my college’s fall term will finally be over. definitely hmu for plots and such on discord (@peytrps#8871), or tumblr ims, whatever suits your fancy! i’m going to put patrick’s info under the cut, so give it a look and holla atchya girl!
[ neels visser, he/him ] ’ 🕑 — welcome into the world of SCOTT, PATRICK. or perhaps better known as THE PLAYBOY. the 19 year old is notorious for their CONFIDENCE and FLIRTATIOUSNESS. nevertheless, over time, they’ve tended to be IMPULSIVE and IRRITABLE.
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Patrick is a very typical playboy. He parties, has fun, sleeps around, and doesn't really consider the consequences of his actions. Starting when he was two, his parents had started him in the modelling industry, both having met because his father was the lucky photographer who got the model that was Patrick’s mother. But, due to his father getting multiple other models throughout his photography career, specifically those much younger than his mother, his parents ended up divorcing when Patrick was in his mid-teens. His mother remarried some rich executive that seemed to only buy two tickets to every extravagant vacation he wanted to go on, while his father moved in with a model who could have easily been Patrick’s older sister. Patrick himself had chosen to live with his mother, even though that basically meant he would be getting a huge downtown loft all by himself at the age of 16. He has never really had to worry about much of anything, given that his parents were both busy with their careers and sort of left him to his own devices in a sense with either nannies or his manager that just gave him what he wanted to keep him happy so his parents wouldn't have to hear about it. Though because of this, Patrick can sometimes be a bit short tempered when something doesn't go his way, but he's gotten better with time to control his anger and shift it towards more of cockier version of himself in order to smoothly talk people into giving him his way. Every night he could be found at a new club or party, not coming home until the sun was coming up and sleeping until his next call time, the person in his bed needed a cab, or the night rolled around, which signaled time for another wild night. Patrick knew that he wasn’t being responsible, knew that all this partying had to catch up to him eventually. But he didn’t care. This was how he wanted to live, not having to worry about anything except looking good and having fun, and whoever told him he had to do otherwise could fuck off.
