SMITH, amos koda. DONE

[nicole]

Character Name: amos koda smith.
Nickname(s): koda.
Gender: Male
Age: twenty
Sexuality: Bisexual
Grade: Junior
College: Central
Other:
Major: music.
Weight: one hundred and thirty pounds.
Height: 5'9.
Appearance:

amos has always been quite attractive, ever since he was a young boy. he has black hair, that is usually down over his right eye. and it's always neatly straight and smooth. he was always one to keep his hair neat, and isn't all that happy when it isn't in its usual fashion. moving down to his eyes, thick black brows sit above his brown eyes. and his eyes are rimmed with black lashes. his nose is skinny at the bridge, and gets bigger at the tip.

he has a rather muscular build, even though he is shorter in height. and his arms have multiple tattoos down them. plus, one that sits right along his neckline. and one other tattoo below his belly button.

his way of dressing had always been his own. he often likes to switch it up and be creative with what he wears. he is usually wearing skinny jeans though, and you can often find him wearing v-necks, scarves, beanies, hoodies, and Nikes for shoes. he also likes to wear glasses, and often wears them when he is in school.

Personality:

Mature

Ever since high school Amos has been very mature. One day it just hit him that he needed to grow up and be responsible for his grandmothers sake. And thanks to her he is very well mannered and knows how to handle situations. Along with his being mature he is very serious. Often he will take most of everything seriously even if it’s a simple task that doesn’t ask much. He puts his all into everything he does.

Creative

Amos can be rather creative with most of everything. He is a singer/song writer, as well as an artist. Most of the time you can find him sketching, painting, and writing songs. And he is also known to be a bit of a book worm. He takes his studies very seriously which is why he’s turned out to be so successful. Plus he likes to design clothes, which only adds to his many talents. Actually if he wasn’t majoring in music, it would probably be something like fashion or design.

Smart

Amos has always been very intelligent. He enjoys studying, most of the time, and always took school very seriously. He was never one of those kids who slacked off and did drugs and drank instead of studying. But he often wished he could do such things. He always felt left out in that area. But his grandmother always told him to work hard and follow his dream, and that is what drove him to be the way he is now.

Kind

Along with being very well mannered, Amos is a very kind individual. He’s hardly ever rude to anyone, unless they give him a very good reason to be. But he can be very blunt, which often comes off as people seeing him as being rude. But he has no intention to hurt anyone’s feelings with his words. He just likes to tell people what he really thinks, and if that means he’s being rude he never really meant to be.


Romantic

Amos has always been a sweetheart. Basically the boy is a cuddle buddy, the shoulder to cry on, and anything else your little hear desires. He’s always been very kind and romantic toward the opposite sex. But he’s always had a liking for his same gender as well. Truly he is the perfect boyfriend girls are always looking for.

Funny/Fun

Although Amos is always rather serious he has always had a sense of humor. And he knows how to use it. He has his ways of making almost everyone laugh, at any time. And he does whatever it takes to make someone smile and laugh. Which is one trait that goes along with his romantic/sweetheart side. Even though he is very serious and into school doesn’t mean that the boy can’t have fun. He likes to party, but only when it doesn’t interfere with his school work.

History:

Amos was never the boy he is today. When he was little he was like any other boy that liked to make a mess and get dirty. Not having a care in the world. He grew up in a small town in North Dakota with his mother, Shannon, and his father, Conner. He had been an only child, and to be honest he was fine with that fact. He got what he wanted, when he wanted it and never had to share with another sibling. Most kids would find this amazing, but he soon found out how lonely it could be without another brother or sister. But generally he was a happy kid, that is until things started to change. His father fell ill and was diagnosed with cancer.

Amos’s home life changed drastically. His mother was no longer happy, and his father was always in the hospital. It seemed that every time he was well enough to come home, something else went wrong and he was sent back within days. It was now harder to buy things, like food and harder to pay the bills because all the money his mother made went toward trying to keep Conner alive and well. But only a few months after being diagnosed his father passed away, leaving Shannon and Amos alone. Soon after his fathers death, they lost their home and were forced to move in with Shannon’s mother, Karen.

He had never really liked living with his grandmother. He couldn’t have fun and be loud like he used to be. His mother was always away working and trying to make money, leaving him alone with Karen. And soon enough Shannon never came home anymore. Karen had to support herself and Amos on her own, when she hardly had any income.

Finally grown up and in high school he began to change. He wasn’t that sloppy little rugrat he once was. But instead a very mature young adult. He took everything seriously, especially his studies. But he did have an interest in music, and often sang and played guitar around his grandmothers house. She had always enjoyed sitting there and listening to him, watching him. And always said how beautiful his voice and the way he played was. After turning eighteen he moved out, parting ways with Karen and moved to California. Where he had hoped to pursue his music career he had dreamed of. But moving out on his own, and to a new state was hard. He knew no one, and had to do everything on his own now. But Amos knew he could do it, being his mature self.

Soon after moving he graduated, and found himself playing guitar and singing at coffee shops and other places for money. Which got him noticed, and a few of his high school friends and him made a band. But in the end it didn’t work out, and he decided to attend college for music. Now a junior in college he still lives on his own and still hasn’t heard a word from his mother, that left him so many years ago.

Sample Rp:

* - - - even though rylin appeared to be happy, with his new boyfriend and well his new life, he wasn't. really, there was hardly ever a time where silas wouldn't linger around in his mind. ever since that night he'd been permanetly burned into his mind, and that only made dealing with the lonliness worse. part of him tried to get silas out of his head. but the other part, the more dominant part, begged for silas to stay in his mind. the memories of the two, everything the two went through. it was all there, and rylin never wanted it to leave. he knew it wouldn't leave either. he would always think about silas, no matter what.

* - - - rylin knew he would never be able to love ethan like he'd loved silas. knew he would never be able to love anyone like he had ever loved him. but he knew it wasn't possible because of the way he still felt for silas. sure, it'd been two years since he's seen or even heard of him. but he still loved him, just like he had before he left. and knowing that it could've been he himself who drove him away scared the shit out of him. part of him wanted to think it wasn't his fault at all. but he felt as if he was, and not knowing at all for two years, and more to come, bothered him horribly.

* - - - rylin wondered if following silas was a mistake. he knew he wasn't ready to handle whatever he had to say. but he wanted to know why he left, needed to know really. he couldn't take it any longer, not at all. he'd always thought he would never see him again. hell, he was thinking it right before he looked up to see him sitting there. it was weird how it all worked out. too weird. and rylin didn't want to get wrapped up in it all. sure, he hadn't been happy ever since silas had left. but he wasn't sure what to think that he just all the sudden popped up again.

* - - - the boy often had dreams about him, silas. basically every night, or mostly every night, he would wake up on the verge of tears. he wished silas would've been there to wipe away the tears like he always had two years ago. but he didn't have that anymore, and probably never would again. as he stood in front of the boy, still looking toward the floor the tears began to run down his face faster. he hated crying, always had and always will. most of the time he would try to avoid it, try his hardest to keep the tears away. but these ones weren't able to be avoided. sure, he could try to hide it. but it wouldnt work, no matter how hard he did try.

* - - - looking up to look at silas's face was a mistake. he was a mess. rylin had never seen the boy that upset. hell he couldn't recall a time he'd ever even seen him cry. rylin was always the one to cry, always the mess when it came to anything. but it was silas that was truely the mess this time, sure rylin was upset but not as bad as silas. he wondered what he was thinking, why he was reacting the way he was. as rylin stood there, before he could move away he felt silas's arms go around him. his body stiffened lightly, not knowing what to do. if he got to close rylin would be a mess. and that wasn't something he was hoping for in the corner of a mall in amsterdam. where everything was on display to the people that walked by. but he loosened up, his arms still at his sides before they came up to lightly wrap around silas.

* - - - it felt good to hug him again, considering he hadn't in two years. but that feeling brought back the memories and tears streamed down his face more, soaking silas's shirt where his head layed on his shoulder. he wished this would've happened somewhere else. somewhere where people couldn't walk by to see two boys crying and holding eachother. rylin felt like an idiot, he really did. "i'm...i'm so sorry, rylin, so sorry, i'm so sorry..." he heard silas begin to speak. he didn't know what to say to him. its not like he could say it was fine. because really, it wasnt. he wanted him to explain, didnt want to hear his sorry's.

* - - - so he stood there, holding the boy as they boy cried. no words coming to his mind that he wanted to say. sure, he had things he wanted to say. but finding the right way to say those things, wasn't there at all. he didn't want to end up getting angry, because that would really only upset the both of them more. and he knew if he spoke now, before thinking out what he wanted to say he would end up yelling at him. "i'm sorry for leaving, i should've never left, rylin...i'm so sorry...sorry..." silas went on to say again. rylin had no idea what to say or do. he'd truely never seen silas this upset. it was freaking him out really. what was he supposed to do in this situation? rylin was never good with confronting people, never able to tell people what was truely on his mind. but tat was mostly because he feared of saying the wrong thing.

* - - - it had always seemed that rylin would always mess up with his words. he always knew what he wanted to say. but when he tried to say it, it would come out all wrong and messed up. like it wasn't what he really wanted to say. but that was mostly because he got angry with himself and messed up his own words. but he never was good with talking to people about problems. never was good with emotional situations. rylin hugged silas tighter, his mind searching and searching for the right words to say. "silas... stop saying you're sorry.." he said, knowing that what he was about to say was probably going to get mixed up and twisted in some fucked up way. "instead of saying you're sorry for leaving, you need to tell me why you did.." he said, tears still streaming from his eyes and onto silas's shirt.

Celeb:

pete wentz.

Out Of Character:

nicole
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[( shannon )]

sorry for the delay darling, i read it awhile ago and ive been really busy and didn't get a chance to accept. i enjoyed reading this and i like his history lots. (; welcome to central!