Post by Ethan Foster on Mar 16, 2008 21:38:47 GMT -5
Ethan Foster;;
is a theatre student
underneath it all;;
I'm been doing this for 10 years
and you cant reach me by
PM.
I also master of West Matthews
and I think your site is pretty bangin'.
[/SIZE][/color][/center][/ul]I'm been doing this for 10 years
and you cant reach me by
PM.
I also master of West Matthews
and I think your site is pretty bangin'.
all about me;;
name;; Ethan Cole Foster
nicknames;; none
birthday;; July 20
age;; 23
sex;; Male
blood type;; - O
sexual orientation;; Straight
canon?;; No
mirror image;;
LUSCIOUS locks;; Short Dark blond
PRETTY eyes;; Gray Blue
WEIGHT;; 185 ?
HEIGHT;; 6’1
DISTINGUISHING features;; . A tattoo located on his left upper arm, LINK. A scar on his knuckles where he punched through thick glass when he was a teenager.
LOOK alike;; Jensen Ackles
overall appearance;;
Ethan is tall about 6’1 with short dark blond hair. He rarely ever styles it, usually just keeping it short enough to do what it wants, though sometimes he lets it go and he has that whole ‘just rolled out of the bed’ look. He has that rugged good looks that have girls flawking to him while his smirk is irresistible and makes them go weak in the knees. Something he uses to his advantage… quite a bit. Hes got a strong jaw line with a little dimple in his chin and gray blue eyes. Being an actor he has the advantage of making you believe whatever he wants, especially with facial expressions. He has that ability to lie right to your face and yet you’d have a hard time figuring it out because his eyes would be truly sincere.
Ethan has a nice build and usually keeps it that way. He likes to keep in shape by working out and jogging every morning. He has a nice tan that’s not too dark or too light. He has great taste in clothes as well and has the ability to pull off the ‘casual yet nice’ look. He usually wears a pair of red chucks, his favorite shoes which he wears with most anything even suits.
Ethan has several scars on him, but the most noticable ones are: On his right hand from punching a really thick piece of glass. A scar behind his left ear from getting into a car accident, one on his arm when he broke it, and a five inch gash on his left side when he fell out of a tree. Ethan doesn’t have any peircings though he does have a couple tattoos. He has one on his left upper arm of a grim reaper. A black rose, almost stencil looking , near his naval, another one on his other arm of barbed wire and one last one down his spine of , well, a spine. He has a bit of a thing for tattoos.
deep down;;
LOVE it;;
- Rebuilding Old cars
- Food
- Home baked Brownies
- Drinking
- Partying
- Girls
- Acting
- Sleeping
- Getting his way
- Flirting
- Movies
- Directing
HATE it;;
- Britney Spears
- Bugs (the car)
- Stuck up People
- Green Foods
- Mustard
- Being Serious
- Closed Minded People
REALLY GOOD at;;
- Acting
- Singing
- Flirting
- Sex
- Drinking
- Partying
- Lying
- Getting his way
KINDA BAD at;;
- Relationships
- Being Serious
- Drawing
- Taking Responsibility
- Staying still
THOSE little THINGS;;
GOALS;;
overall personality;;
Ethan is one of the most laid back and most easy going guy you could meet. He loves to have fun, joke around, and he’s not super lazy or super gotta work out type of guy. Though he does like to work out, jog, go to the gym, at times. He’s rarely ever serious which can get frustrating when you want to get serious with the guy. Though there are times when he will actually be serious but it depends on the topic.
He is sweet and flirtatious and friendly. He doesn’t like to stereotype people unless they really do something to make him give them one, otherwise as long as you’re cool with him then your okay in his book. He can pretty much get along with everyone, unless you have a stick up your ass and just… hates him without a valid reason.
He’s quite loyal too, if you’re his friend he’ll back you up 100%. He’s not a pushover either though. If you try to mess with him he’ll, depending on the situation, try to get you back in some kind of goofy way or… he’ll just kick your ass… or attempt to anyway.
Ethan loves to eat though. Its like his thing, that and sleep and… well girls. If you asked him what he’d give up if he had to… he wouldn’t be able to answer, because he wants it all. Along with him needing sleep, never… never, wake him up before he gets up himself. If you do you will be in danger of incurring the wrath of Blake in the morning. As for food he is addicted to junk food, greasy food, and especially home baked desserts. One of his all time favorites are brownies.
Even though he comes off as a player, he is one of the most considerate players there is. He doesn’t just have sex and leave without another word or call. He will call the girl back, unless she turns out to be a psycho then he… runs! He’s not perfect though, he does have one-night stands at times without calling the girl back. He’s also very much afraid of confined spaces, mainly small rooms though.
He is also one of those guys that when there’s a party… you will always find him there. He is addicted to parties… drinking and at times he does do drugs though mainly when he’s at a party. He’s known for streaking sometimes when he’s really fucked up and he has this problem with having to always take any bet or dare that’s given to him. He’s reckless with his life, but he doesn’t have a death wish. In fact he just doesn’t want to go a day without doing something he wanted to do, but didn’t get around to. He says that you have to live life to the fullest, because you’ll never know when today will be your last.
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valuables;;
BEST memory;; New years eve, last year… what he can remember of it.
WORST memory;; His parents Divorce
MOST VALUED possession;; His motorcycle
HOME is where the HEART is;;
hometown;; Harlem New york
parents;;
Joseph and Rebecca Foster
siblings;; Blake Foster
pets;; Duke, Great Dane
history;;
Born into a wealthy family, Ethan and Blake were also born into a cold uncaring atmosphere. Ethan was born a couple minutes before Blake and somehow seemed to have taken on the big brother role. Always taking care of Blake and taking the fall for a lot of Blake’s mistakes. Their parents called them Accidents and never let them forget it. The only thing that kept their parents together was money. They couldn’t stand each other but they were filthy rich. Constantly fighting and cheating on each other, they were always pulling the boys in the middle of it, though this was where Ethan would protect Blake. Sending him out to play, Ethan took the brunt of their parents fighting and such.
One night Ethan woke up to the sound of their parents fighting. He made his way down, the door to the den was cracked open and he watched the fight that ensued between them. Soon it got physical and before he knew it, his father had pulled a gun on his mom and shot her. He then watched as his father turned to sit at his desk pouring himself a shot of whiskey, downing it and then picking the gun up, shooting himself. Ethan went back up to his bed thinking he’d just been dreaming, but in the morning when they were being taken away in body bags he knew it had really happened. Ethan never admitted to knowing anything and the cops covered it up saying it had been an accident.
They were sent to an orphanage since no one seemed to claim them. They were there for a couple years until finally their uncle heard about what happened. He would have just left them at the orphanage, but then he heard about the will. Apparently even in death, their parents hated them. The will goes that in custody of their uncle the boys weren’t allowed to have the money left to them until they graduated from school and both were married. In the meantime their uncle was allowed to use the money as he wished. Their uncle was already filthy rich himself, but the prospect of using someone else’s money before his own, was enough to send him down to the orphanage and claim the boys.
They didn’t get along at all, their uncle was usually away on business, leaving them to be. This suited the boys just fine, because they were left to the house alone. Their uncle did come back once every couple of months to make sure they hadn’t ruined the house. The only other time he came back was to bail the boys out of some kind of mess, if needed. Their uncle didn’t like black marks against their name so he would throw their money around to cover it up. He didn’t care the more he used their money the less they would have when the time came, that was his thinking.
When they finally graduated, Ethan needed to get out. He had always wanted to be an actor, but never thought it would happen. Finally he got the acceptance to White hill Bay. His brother wasn’t too happy about it, they had been there for each other for so long that the thought of them going their separate ways was a bit hard, but he soon accepted it.
FOLLOW my LEAD;;
secret phrases;; if you look like P.A. or Scratter the thingyes will run'
your OTHER work;;
Josh glanced around the darkened room. His mother was either passed out upstairs with some random guy from the bar, or she was gone again, not expected to be home for a week or two. He snorted and opened the fridge door, snatching one of the beers on the top shelf. He moved to the counter popping the cap off and taking a drink, letting the nice cool liquid move down his throat. His eyes had adjusted to the dark, as he moved through the house to the stairs. He headed up to his room, which he shared with Micheal, his baby brother.
His gray/blue eyes darkened a bit as he heard a bit of a gargling noise. A frown touched his lips as he entered the room his eyes automatically going to the crib where Micheal lay sleeping. Josh wondered how long his mother had been gone for, before he got home. She never cared about the two boys, she was always at the bar. Josh was amazed at how long Micheal had survived with only him taking care of him.
They had no father, not like it mattered, neither of them knew who their fathers were, and his mother sure as hell didnt know. She was always too drunk or stoned to care who she was sleeping with. It only became a problem when a month later she realized she was pregnant.
Josh had been afraid Micheal would turn out with something wrong with him. His mother hadn’t taken care of herself while she was pregnant. Still drinking and shooting drugs up her veins or sniffing them. Anyway she could get them she would. She didn’t even stop when it came to shooting them through her tear ducts so the police wouldn’t catch her. She could barely keep a job, right now she was in-between jobs. He wasn’t even sure where she was getting the money to go out.
Josh had been the one to get the job, he was barely making by at school and sometimes skipped to pick up hours. Thanks to him they had enough food to get by, and micheal had toys and a crib and diapers. Thankfully he had someone to watch Micheal while he was at work or school, the neighbor lady agreed to watch him, though she only knew a little of what went on, she didn’t know it all.
Setting the beer down on a nearby table, he put the one side of the crib down and set his hand on his brothers stomach lightly, just to feel him breathing. He often found himself doing this, it was a bit comforting for him. This way he knew his brother was still breathing, that his little heartbeat was still strong. For the most part, his brother was practically an angel among babies. He rarely ever cried, and he was such a happy baby, all things considered. It amazed him really, but Josh was glad, because he really wasn’t sure if he could have handled one of them noisy babies.
Micheal didn’t wake up, but he seemed to be attuned to Josh's touch and he made a slight, purring sound, almost at his touch. A half grin tugged at Josh's lips, before he pulled away, putting the side panel up again and then moving away to sit on his bed. He sighed, taking another drink of the beer and setting it back down as he leaned back on his bed, his hand resting on his stomach. He looked up at the ceiling and then closed his eyes as he used the toe of his foot on each side to kick off each shoe. It didn’t take long for sleep to take its toll on his exhausted body
His gray/blue eyes darkened a bit as he heard a bit of a gargling noise. A frown touched his lips as he entered the room his eyes automatically going to the crib where Micheal lay sleeping. Josh wondered how long his mother had been gone for, before he got home. She never cared about the two boys, she was always at the bar. Josh was amazed at how long Micheal had survived with only him taking care of him.
They had no father, not like it mattered, neither of them knew who their fathers were, and his mother sure as hell didnt know. She was always too drunk or stoned to care who she was sleeping with. It only became a problem when a month later she realized she was pregnant.
Josh had been afraid Micheal would turn out with something wrong with him. His mother hadn’t taken care of herself while she was pregnant. Still drinking and shooting drugs up her veins or sniffing them. Anyway she could get them she would. She didn’t even stop when it came to shooting them through her tear ducts so the police wouldn’t catch her. She could barely keep a job, right now she was in-between jobs. He wasn’t even sure where she was getting the money to go out.
Josh had been the one to get the job, he was barely making by at school and sometimes skipped to pick up hours. Thanks to him they had enough food to get by, and micheal had toys and a crib and diapers. Thankfully he had someone to watch Micheal while he was at work or school, the neighbor lady agreed to watch him, though she only knew a little of what went on, she didn’t know it all.
Setting the beer down on a nearby table, he put the one side of the crib down and set his hand on his brothers stomach lightly, just to feel him breathing. He often found himself doing this, it was a bit comforting for him. This way he knew his brother was still breathing, that his little heartbeat was still strong. For the most part, his brother was practically an angel among babies. He rarely ever cried, and he was such a happy baby, all things considered. It amazed him really, but Josh was glad, because he really wasn’t sure if he could have handled one of them noisy babies.
Micheal didn’t wake up, but he seemed to be attuned to Josh's touch and he made a slight, purring sound, almost at his touch. A half grin tugged at Josh's lips, before he pulled away, putting the side panel up again and then moving away to sit on his bed. He sighed, taking another drink of the beer and setting it back down as he leaned back on his bed, his hand resting on his stomach. He looked up at the ceiling and then closed his eyes as he used the toe of his foot on each side to kick off each shoe. It didn’t take long for sleep to take its toll on his exhausted body
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[/size][/center] this page was created by livv of the black pages
she doesn't like it when people steal from her, and if you do
you will find a stampede of llamas attacking you
so be warned. and dont use without permission!