Post by cheylee on May 20, 2009 16:15:52 GMT -5
MENZEL, rigby john.
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NAME;; Rigby John Menzel[/list]
NICKNAMES;; Close friends refer to him as 'Iggy' occasionally.
AGE;; This young man is just about to turn eighteen.
GROUP;; He's more a hippy.
OCCUPATION;; if adult or parent.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION;; The young lad is as straight as a pencil.
RELIGION;; Rigby has never attended church, meaning he is of no religion. He is, however, a believer.
APPEARANCE;; This young guy isn't much. He could just as well be like any other guy. You could say however that his hair is maybe his best quality. It's always changing. Not the color though; he always keeps it the same old dark brown, almost a blackish looking color. The way he styles his hair though varies. At the moment his hair is maybe a little long. In the back, it looks like any other guy's hair. Maybe just a little shaggier. In the front though, it reaches no further than his cheek bones, near his eyes. His eyes are maybe a bit on the wide side. He prefers to look at them as a 'medium' size. They are a dark almond color, almost blending with his pupils.
Rigby has always been tall. Tall, and thin. He's a small guy, with not a lot of muscles in his body. (He is no good at sports, and it shows.) He stands at 6'1, and weighs about one hundred and twelve pounds. Like mentioned before, he isn't a really big guy. His skin is rather pale, and he doesn't tan. He burns. Rather badly in fact. Rigby though has always been perfectly OK with his looks. He has never before had self-esteem issues, and isn't about to start now.
PLAYED BY;; Some say he looks like the adorable Ryan Ross. You know? The guitarist from Panic at the Disco.
PERSONALITY;; He definitely isn't loud, that is for sure. He believes though that everyone should look past what's on the inside. Rigby has always kept to himself though. He was always known as the quiet kid who never talked when he was growing up. Things haven't really changed much either. He's still shy, quiet, and modest. Modesty is always good though. For Rigby though, not so much. He feels bad when he isn't being modest and straight-forward, but he feels bad when he does too. He has never been able to lie, so he is a very honest young man. That can make him a good friend. He will always be there for friends when they need it, and will do anything for someone in need. He likes to think about the positive things in life, and doesn't like to think about the bad.
While he can be a really good friend, you always have to be careful when telling things to Rigby. It's not that he can't keep a secret, because he can, and he can for a long time if he wanted to. The thing is, he crumbles easily under pressure. So if he were being bugged by someone to tell them something, he'd sure do it. Even if it was on purpose. If that were to ever happen though, he's trustworthy and faithful enough to let you know. He's a big klutz too. He's tall, so he has long legs that he tends to trip over a lot. He will occasionally walk with untied laces due to laziness, and trip all over the place. His long arms like to not sit still either. He always has to be messing around with something.
Since he is in the Hippy clique, he is actually very much a 'hippy' type of guy. Not only does he enjoy playing the acoustic guitar, but he is a vegan. He has never eaten meat. His parents raised him up that way because they too were converted to vegans when they decided to go 'hippy' at a young age. He does believe in peace, he does believe in love, and of course happiness. He won't care if you call him a 'hippy freak.' Maybe because he just can't do anything about it, but he really doesn't care.
LIKES;; He enjoys peace, happiness, and love. Playing the guitar is one of his favorite past times. He loves, loves, loves vegetables. All kinds. He thinks that for some reason, they are very delicious. He finds hanging around his friends gives him confidence too. For some reason, he thinks that doodling is fun, and it gets out his feelings sometimes without even saying a word. His hair is always a priority in the morning as well. One of his favorite places on Earth is South Carolina, where he vacations with his family every year.
DISLIKES;; He hates all things bad for him, including meat. He really isn't into smoking, and is in no rush to start. He has also never had alcohol. He doesn't like things that could risk his health. He isn't a health nut, but he tries to stay healthy. Uncleanliness is plain old disgusting in his book, so if you want to impress him you better stay clean. Copy cats and phonys are the ultimate failure. He hates them. Video games are not his thing either. Mainly because he can't play them. That, and his parents don't allow him to.
BRIEF HISTORY;; Robert and Rita Menzel grew up together their whole lives. The two were destined to marry one day. Their parents hoped the best for them, but the two love birds had more in mind. They eloped at the age of eighteen, after both dropping out of high school. (Their parents have never spoken to them since, and Rigby has never met his grandparents.) Robert and Rita were what you would today call 'hippies,' they believed in peace, love, happiness, and they lived off of music. They never took up drugs though, bless their souls. They were only exploring the world for a short time when they conceived a child two months after running away. About nine months later, young Rigby John Menzel was born. Rigby grew up with the 'hippy' ways; his name even screams hippy! Ever heard of Eleanor Rigby? Died in a church and was buried along with her name? Well, that was where the two bright, young parents came up with their new son's name. After a famous song by The Beatles, and his middle name coming from none other than the genius behind the success of the British band: the late John Lennon, Rigby's hero.
Rita and Robert were vegans, they actually converted when they were both fourteen, so it is no mystery as to why Rigby despises meat. It is also probably the reason as to why the young man is so thin now. Robert and Rita brought Rigby along with them on their travels across the country when he was just an infant. His parents were determined to make it in the music business, since that was really all they could do having dropped out of high school. Young Iggy grew up around music. He loved it. He even picked up his first guitar at age three. He couldn't play it though. Well, he couldn't even put his arms around it, let alone hold it. It was his dad's Les Paul, so Rigby wasn't really trusted around it. The young boy was determined to pick it up one day and play it though, no matter what.
Finally, when Rigby was just about to turn eight, his parents decided it was time to settle down. Rigby actually longed for a little brother or sister, but his parents assured him that he wasn't going to get one any time soon. After all, at the time Robert and Rita were only twenty-seven and not ready to take care of another little child. They settled in Rutherford, Illinois and Rigby was forced to attend his first day at a public school. He didn't do so well. Growing up with very little friends around him didn't give him a chance to let loose and have a little fun, so Rigby was painfully shy. He met a few friends though on about his third day, and he has been doing alright ever since.
Robert finally decided to get his only son an acoustic guitar when he turned eight that summer after his first half a year of public schooling. Rigby was so happy, and Robert was so proud that his son took well to the guitar. Rigby had learned a few chords right when he picked it up. He told his dad just after fifteen minutes of playing, "I promise you dad, I'm going to grow up and be a guitar player." At the time, Rigby had been sure that was what he wanted to do. As he got older though, he wasn't so sure. It seemed everyone wanted to live the dream of fame and fortune, and Rigby didn't feel like an individual. Especially in the times today. That didn't stop him from playing the guitar though.
Junior high was just like any other school year for Iggy. He got by with decent grades, had fun with his friends, and like any other junior high kid: he had his ups and downs. First crushes, first heart breaks, first kiss, all the 'firsts.' Those seemed to be the golden years. Eighth grade just seemed to suck for him, though. There was just something about it that could not top the best year of his life, which had been seventh grade. He had fun, sure, but he just wanted junior high to end. He was too excited for high school and what lied ahead, and too sad at his junior high to stay there. His first kiss had been with long time best friend, Rebecca Crody. She was the first girl to come up to him when he moved to Rutherford, and he had had a crush on her since the moment he met her. It lasted for a long time until they started going out in the winter of his seventh grade year. They both shared their first kiss on the last day of school when they were both walking home after school. He had known for at least a month before that she was going to move to South Bend, and when she did his little thirteen year old heart just broke. They stayed together over the summer even though they lived in two seperate cities so far from each other, but when eighth grade finally started they decided to break it off. Rigby had never been more heart broken. He missed her each and every day. He got over her though, eventually.
Now in his junior year of high school, (almost a senior,) Rigby hangs with the 'hippies' clique and he is happy with his life. As said before, Iggy looks at the positive things in life. Pessimestic people are depressing, so he stays optimistic. He's still the same old guitar playing, vegetable eating, peace and love giving hippy he always has been though.
FAMILY;; Rigby's parents are both young. They are both thirty-seven, since they grew up together and went to school together. His parents' names are Robert 'Bob' Menzel, and Rita Menzel. They only ever had one child, and that was Rigby.
YOUR NAME/ALIAS;; Cheyenne, but I prefer Chey. (pronounced like 'shy')
YOUR AGE;; Almost fifteen.
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE;; I've been roleplaying for a long time...since a young age. Ha. About four years.
RP SAMPLE;;
The house was extra quiet tonight. He was home alone again. Of course he knew where his mother was, but he didn't know where his sister, Sonny, was. He didn't bother dwelling on the thought though, instead he stared up at the ceiling as he lie upon his bed. His bedroom was only lit with one dim lamp without a shade on his small night stand. The night stand had a small, electric clock on it with the time in red numbers. It read '10:45.' He then noticed the lighter next to the clock. He reached for it, his facial expression stayed the same. As he held it in his left hand, his right reached into his jean pockets for a cigarette. Jackpot. He pulled out a pack, then he pulled out a cigarette. He stuck it in his mouth, then lit it up. As he put the pack back in his pockets, he stood up. He decided it was a good night for a walk. Yet he wasn't exactly fixed on his destination. He supposed he would let his feet take him to where they wanted to go.
He grabbed a black zip-up sweat shirt off his door knob and slipped it on over his black Metallica: Master of Puppets t-shirt. The young man made his way out the front door of his home. Rian Powell's parents had called this house Fun Times, but there was nothing fun about it. With one quick glance at the house's sign with it's name on it, he took his hand threw his shaggy, greasy black hair. He now thought he could use a shower. Oh well. He descended the stair case, with his hands stuffed into his black jean pockets. It was nearly pitch black dark, and if it weren't for the street lights he didn't know if he would be able to see. Slowly and casually, he made his way down the street. To anyone looking at him, he was a barely-visable, black figure. Some may even think he was a no good, trouble maker by the way he looked in the dark. He flipped his black hood over his head.
It was a good two mile walk from his house to the middle of the hustle and bustle of all the late-night tourism. Rian stopped outside Raven's Irish Pub, he took his cigarette out of his mouth and dropped what was left of it to the ground. He stepped on it with his torn up, black hi-top Chuck Taylors and made his way inside the pub. He knew security there wasn't so tight, and everyone inside on a night like this were usually very wasted so they didn't care who entered. Rian though was pretty much a regular here on weekend nights, when the pub was at it's peak of crowds. He was about three or four years underage too, but that didn't stop the young seventeen year old from drinking. He stepped up to the bar, his hood over his eyes, and asked the bartender for a draft beer. The bartender slid one down for him and then, with his tall glass of cold beer in hand, went to the next room where crowds of men watched sports programs on tv and shouted whenever someone made a point. He took a seat by himself at the back corner at a high table. He slouched over the table as he sat there, sipping his beer and watched the crowd.
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