MORAN, sabrel ricardo

[sabrel]

Sabrel Ricardo Moran
Once you find your center
You are sure to win

NICKNAMES: None atm
GENDER: Male
ANIMAL: Bengal tiger
SEXUALITY: Straight
AGE: 17
GRADE: Junior
OCCUPATION: Student/helping his dad with his motorbike shop.
SCHEDULE:

TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.

So you want to know about me, huh? Well, that's perfectly understandable, me being such a fantastic character and all... Firstly, I like to be the top, the number one, maybe not atop the grades, but if there is got to be a cool kid at school, that's gotta be me. And I won't tolerate competition... No, if you're not with me then you're against me! And believe me you're not gonna last long. Bully? No, I prefer the term 'winner'. Studying? No, I don't like doing that, and I don't see why anyone would bother trying to get anything mote than a ten... Because that's all it's needed, anyway. Since I'm never prepared, exams really scare me, and I often have to resolute to cheating. I've been caught before... But the teachers hollow threats don't scare me! I'll be out of here quick, anyway...

TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

Sabrel is a brat. He is always hungry for attention and will go to surprising lengths for it. He is dominant and aloof, arrogant, and pretty lazy too. He often gives up when things start becoming a constant effort... Because, sure, he is the first one to jump at doing something daring and often foolish that'd make them look good before the others, but he doesn't have the character like to become responsible and keep it up.

It's a pity, really, because when he tries hard, he can be very good. He's pretty smart, and pretty agile and strong too, but just doesn't make an effort in anything, so life always seems about to fall apart on his head. He is not known for being particularly sensible, and, well he lives just a mask, a lie, a fantasy.

THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.

Sabrel can't write very well. He will misspell a lot and has the worst hand-writ ting on planet Earth. ( Yeah, he can read fine now, sorry about that o.o;; )

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OOC

YOUR NAME: Saber
YOUR GENDER: Female
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/a
FACE CLAIM: Dylan O'Brien
RP EXAMPLE:

His heart skipped a beat when he saw she had picked up his notebook, but it almost stopped when he saw her sitting at the table.

What is this supposed to mean? His mind complained, outraged.

Is she trying to run me of the table or what...? He furtively looked around, seeing few people, and nobody who seemed to be heading this way, besides, she was always alone, so maybe the mamba thought her venomous stare would suffice to steal the tiger's table.

Sabrel disagreed, and emerged from underneath the table, sitting on his chair with exaggerated dignity.

"Of course I'm here to study!" He defended himself pridefully.

Sabrel Ricardo! If you fail another class, I'll turn you into a rug! His usually easy-going and gentle father's warning still lingered in his head.

He uncrumpled the note and read it... or rather, tried to.

Cit... citi... cityzn...

He narrowed his eyes and turned the page around.

Ah, that's better.

Citzenrip... ... ... Citizenry. His brain concluded victorious, and a tiny smile of accomplishment appeared on his face. The first word was down. Now to the others... Sabrel looked at the page and sighed. No, there are too many of them -- lets kill this one first.

He placed a hand on the big bad history book and dragged it towards him, making an annoying squeaking sound as it slid over the polished table. He opened it on the index and started looking around, he tried to pass the pages but failed to; he licked his fingers, and the two pages were still stuck, so his eyes strayed towards the left page while he fought with the right one. He quirked an eyebrow and stopped fighting, closing the book and looking at its cover with a frown. It read:

History of Yugoslavia.

Sabrel groaned, putting the book under his arm, he ran off to find a copy of the correct book. He disappeared in a nearby corridor. Above him hung a sign stating the rules of the library: the first one was the "no running" one.

Soon enough, he came back with a different book, and he narrowly avoided crashing against a freshman who was carrying the whole library on his hands, it seemed.

"Watch it!" He growled under his breath, once again blaming others for his own mistakes.

He sat back on his chair and pulled the crumpled note from his pocket, frowned at it, then opened the book and started looking for the index. He appeared determined to ignore the snake until she left or something.

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[NOCTURNAL NINI]

♛ ACCEPTED !
welcome to sabal palm private high, sabrel!
do not forget to stake your claims.