Intro: David Lamont

Jan 19, 2011 00:10

David's a military brat - his father's a high-ranking officer and his mother's a diplomat - so he grew up moving around a lot, to different bases in Yokohama, Cairo, and some time at the UN in Geneva. His mother's (old money) family is from Cambridge, Massachusetts though, and they go there for the holidays when they can, so he'll identify that as his hometown. His parents decided it would be better for David to have some stability in high school, and that boarding school was the best option. After shopping around the usual suspects (Andover, Philips-Exter, etc.) David decided he liked Dalton the best, so now here he is. Yes, he's a spoiled rich kid, but he tries not to be snobby or anything.

My David's optimistic, smilely, outgoing, hilariously codependent with Wes, overly affectionate (leaning to flirty sometimes), and loves his bromances. Affection-starved octopus and cuddle-slut are some descriptors I'll steal from spah!verse's David. He's got a girlfriend, but lady needs to understand she needs to share with Wes, who's already the prime shareholder in David's cuddlestock. Blaine's his other best friend, and the endearing spy is quickly growing on him. And I know Ohio's not in the northeast, but since I went to private school in New England, I can't help but give David some new england gansta-geek flavor. Basically, there may be hints of this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTU2He2BIc0

About me: Seduced by the glitz and glamour of hollywood higher education, I left the northeast for more school back in the pacific standard time zone. I study law and have entirely no time to be wasting rping, but dangit you've all tempted me with your fabulousness. Also, I like to pretend I'm Darren Criss' long-lost twin sister, since I'm only a few days younger than him, and we're both half-Filipino, half-Irish, California-born, private school graduate spazzes. We even have the same triangular eyebrows, though he manages to rock them, while I'm forced to pluck and groom them into some semblance of neatness, lest I look unkept.
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