VANDERBILT, Izaak Grayson

[Izaak Grayson Vanderbilt]

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FULL NAME;; Izaak Grayson Vanderbilt
NICKNAMES;; Izzy, Gray
GENDER;; male
DATE OF BIRTH;; December 17, 1990
AGE;; eighteen
HOMETOWN;; Norwich, Suffolk, England
ETHNICITY;; English
FACE CLAIM;; Izzy Hilton

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE;; At first thought, you probably thought Izaak was a girl, you probably thought that Izzy, was just another scene queen. You're wrong, he's a scene king, not a queen. He is tall, he's skinny, very pale, and his lips are a little larger then the stereotypical male. His eye brows are naturally thinned out, but he does do some work to them, he's got a well chiseled face, large eyes and rather long fingers.

Natural blond hair, bright brown eyes, pale skin, bony structure, it's all a way to described Izaak. You'll not find a scratch on Iz unless of course you were to see him in just his underwear. Body mods can be found through out Izzy's face, and even on his hips. They're mostly barbells and studs as hoops and loops were taken by staff.


DISTINGUISHING FEATURES;; Izzy's most distinguishing feature is his style, and his girlish appearance. His piercings do him a good deed making him all the more distant from the crowd.

PERSONALITY;; Izzy, is generally energetic and outgoing, he's caring and cheerful, cooperative and he knows when to joke and when not to joke. He's one of those people, those Pessimistic people that has no belief in themselves what so ever, when really he's a fun loving, great guy, where the fun never stops. Izzy causes a lot of drama, but the boy is a hyperactive, though childish person. He's kind hearted, but can be a bitch when he needs to be. While he can be hyper, he can be quiet and anti-social as well. He's a fun outgoing guy who loves to dance, and party like no other. When he's with a significant other, all his attention then goes immediately to them. He of course loves to be in public. He's big on photography, as long as he's in the picture. Believe it or not, all this and he still thinks he doesn't look amazing.

He's a self reliant person, and tries to do everything himself in his own way. Individuality is a big part of Izaak, and he cherishes it, even if he's not original, he's individual, and loves it. He's energetic and playful, he's caring and sometimes responsible and very impatient. The way Izzy is puts him in a lot of painful situations, some where he resorts to self-harm, not because he wants the attention but to feel better about himself.

LIKES;; music, hair dye, shows, parties, drinking, drugs, piercings, dancing, children's shows, spiderman, photography, modeling, drawing, video games, toys, compliments & boys
DISLIKES;; Liars, Cheaters, Fake People, Mean People, Himself, Groundation, Growing Up, Being Inside for too long, The Hulk, Not Having Fun, following rules
HABITS;; nail biting, hair tugging, picking at scars, laughing things off, procrastinating.
FLAWS;; procrastinator, unreliable, difficult to handle, disorganized, obnoxious.
SECRET;; I still wonder, who anonymously sent me texts, calling me a slut, or a tranny, and almost made me kill myself.
STRENGTHS;;Creative, forgiving, friendly
WEAKNESSES;; disorganized, unreliable, difficult
DIAGNOSIS;; Suicide attempts
PET PEEVE;; rudeness

PARENTS;;
Wilhelm Vanderbilt
photographer, 46

Anita Venderbilt
paramedic, 40

SIBLINGS;;
none



PETS;;
Technobomber
Pomeranian

BACKGROUND STORY;;

ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE;;

He hated the beach, well, he hated getting sand in his shorts at the beach, but this was the way he had to walk home after getting off his shift at CAT and MOUSE. His bony, girlish figure would have him whistled at by guys of all kind, and hated by the girls. He carried his shoes in one hand, with his socks inside them, as he walked down the shore of beach. Looking like a girl, a flat chested girl, was nothing special but it was something he prided. The waves came up, and crashed around his ankles, soothing his sore feet. Brown eyes squinted while capturing the sun in them, reflecting the light so he could see the world.

Checking his watch, he decided he had a little time, and he pulled a pink cell phone from his waistline and called him Mom. "Hey Mama, I'm going to sit at the beach for a while okay? I'll be home soon, I promise!" Despite having to leave a message on her voice mail, he still asked her if it was okay.Even in talking the man's voice sounded girly, because, it really had dropped a whole lot in tone, which was cool, kind of. His mom would text him, and tell him it was okay for him to be at the beach for a while. He ran up and put his Converse by a large rock in the middle of the sand, his striped knee high socks were stuffed in there.

Noah didn't mind looking like a girl at all, it was kind of soothing, meaning he didn't have to worry about people judging him as a guy, most people just think 'that's a pretty girl' and walk on. In some ways Noah wished he could have been a girl, it would have taken so much stress off his mother, and sometimes, he didn't even tell his friends he was a boy. He introduced himself as Allie, and they continued on to think he was a girl. He wasn't sure why, because he undressed in front of some of his friends. Sometimes, when cross dressing, he'd wear and stuff a bra, just to add on to the girly effect, but it became a hassle to do, and not get caught.

Being at the beach could be fun, especially for the people watching him...or 'her'. Noah's feet felt a cold rush at his ankles when the waves met them again. He yelped and jumped, running on his tiptoes back to his shoes. The water was cold, and it seemed only very suddenly had it gotten that way. He came to think it was warm before because his feet had been sweltering from being in his shoes for over six hours. His slender feet were covered in sand now, kind of grossing him out as he watched the waves rolling in. The waves were stunning, everything was just so beautiful at the beach. His skin felt the heat of the sun, as it's UV rays came rolling down, across his pale skin.

He looked down the beach, to hear the laughter of two boys, and he smiled weakly at them, before going back for a second try. His feet brushed the sand, just before another wave crashed around his ankles. The chill water was like ice, on a winter's day. He chewed on his lip after giving a loud, girlish shriek and running back to his shoes, where he sat down in the almost warm sand, not daring to go back, as he heard those two boys laughing again.

Gazing down the beach looking for people he may have known, he seen a blue haired kid, probably Mykael, a dark haired girl, whom Noah wasn't sure about, and a red haired girl, whom he'd never seen before. He liked her hair colour though, it was bright, and bold, it made kind of a statement, one that said 'I'm loud, and I'm not afraid of the world.' Noah smiled, thinking about walking over there just to tell her that. He picked up his shoes, and started over there. He and Mykael, currently were not talking, so Noah, would only go over, to tell the girl he liked her hair colour.

He walked cautiously up, with a giggle, he smiled at her, stopping next to her. "Hi. I really, like your hair colour, it's bold, and very pretty, is it natural?" Noah asked softly, his voice squeaky and girlish. His voice could be either really girly, or in between, but never when he spoke could you tell that this boy, was just that, a boy.

YOUR NAME;; Peyton
AGE;; 17
YEARS OF ROLE-PLAY;; almost 7
WHERE YOU HEARD ABOUT US;; i made it
ANYTHING ELSE;; how long is this going to take?

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[Peyton]