Post by Haden Emerson on Dec 1, 2006 18:20:10 GMT -5
About You//
Name:Kris
Age: 16
Gender: Female
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My Character//
b]Name:[/b] Haden Emerson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian Italian
Look-a-Like: None
Personality: Generally, Haden has a fairly outgoing personality, meaning he enjoys to meet new people and is not in the least bit shy. Though at first some may not think so, due to his not-so-talkative nature. He’s not by any means the definition of a slacker and when he gets his mind set on a personal goal, there is nearly nothing that will get in his way. Consistently, his character is not engrossed with the glamour of New York City high life, though some may say it’s because he’s never really live it. Haden just particularly prefers to take up company with people who are real rather than those who try to fluff themselves up by the way they “walk and talk”.
Having never lived a life that was made up of some sadistic fantasy, Haden had developed a calm, down to earth demeanor. Just as much as he prefers to take up company with people who are real, he prefers to converse with people who are level headed and are in touch with reality.
Appearance: Sleek black hair tops Haden’s head, stopping short at the nape of the neck. Usually the top is combed forward in a careful manner. Deep set dark brown eyes are set beneath thick, bushy brows complimenting a naturally hard expression on his face. His skin has a naturally bronzish tone due to a rich Italian heritage on his mother’s side of the family.
At full height, Haden stands at 5’11”. Due to a consistent amount of time spent at the gym, he has a muscular frame. His wardrobe consists of dark toned colors very from tanks and t-shirts to casual button-up shirts. Dark jeans or slacks are generally what he wears with those depending on the occasion, with brand-name Vans or Converse shoes.
Flaws: Despite his good qualities, Haden definitely has his fair share of the bad that level out his character. Having grown up with parents who have defined their bond on marriage as some sort of trap, he has come to truly not believe in love. In fact he has no belief in the fantasies that are portrayed in story books whatsoever. At times he can forget that not everyone shares his view and on more than one occasion he has accidentally shot down another’s hopes and/or dreams with his negative attitude.
Also, more of his parents’ traits were passed on to him than Haden likes to believe, and on some days his fuse can run much shorter than on others. The meaning of the word ‘patience’ seems in impossible to be defined in his dictionary when it come to dealing with people. Although he generally does not have a loud temper, he certainly has a very short one.
Background: Haden Emerson grew up in a New York City apartment with his parents. His father always brought in a fairly handsome paycheck from the insurance firm he worked for. A woman with solid Italian roots, his mother always had spent her afternoons at home cooking. Always this woman could create the finest Italian delicacies with her special flare, at times irresistibly appealing to one’s appetite. When out of the apartment, she worked at a little hole in the wall Italian joint; it was a tiny place, but the customers kept on coming.
One would think by first impression that this family had a nice little life, but what most didn’t know was that Haden’s parents despised one another with a deep loathing. Did they ever have any decent memories together? If they did, there sure weren’t any that Haden remembered. The only thing that had been etched permanently into his mind was all the yelling. Arguments literally as ridiculous as some riff raff about socks… some fucking socks. The one thing he was thankful that they’d done for him was to put together a generous college fund.
Now, at nineteen years old he’s out on his own, renting an apartment. Currently, Haden’s life just consists of whatever hits him next. Taking college courses on and off at NYU and working different jobs on and off suits him just fine. That hefty college fund helps to keep him comfortable if the need should arise.
Sample of Role Playing: A nineteen year male sat at the dining table in his parents house on an early Sunday evening. He no longer lived at home, but their unconventional family still attempted to get together for a meal once a week, particularly on Sundays. Together though, they ate their Italian meal in silence. Of the three of them, it was Haden’s father who spoke first when spaghetti was nearly cleaned off their plates. “So… son, how’s life on the town?” the man with graying hair sitting atop his head asked.
Haden’s mother, who was a small Italian lady, interjected, “You think he wants to tell you what going on his life? Your son is an adult now Will, he doesn’t want to talk to you about his personal life.” And with that, the two of them were at it again, trading crude remarks and turning what was a casual attempt at conversation into another one of their arguments. Sighing, Haden scratched the back of his scalp, which covered with short, sleek black hair, and picked his plate up from the table.
He slipped into the kitchen completely unnoticed and approached the sink to rinse the plate. His parents could only best be described at middle-class New Yorkers, living in this roomy fifth floor apartment. The kitchen countertops were fully equipped with an elegant marble surface, and dark wood cabinets for storage above them. Finished with his task, Haden approached the kitchen window that overlooked the busy street. He leaned his palms on the counter as his brown eyed gaze settled on the ground below. As he listened to the angry voices raising in the dining room, his thoughts reverted back to those that were constantly on his mind when he lived within these very walls as a boy.
As a child, he used to wonder whether either parent would even notice if he himself fell out of the fifth story window to meet a dire fate below. Maybe it really was his fault that they had all of their problems and everything between his parents would suddenly become better once he was gone. Anyone who said that divorce was a bad thing obviously didn’t know what the hell they were talking about, for if Haden’s parents had made that decision a long time ago, the action would have spared them all a lot of heartache. But that was only a hopeless fantasy because in reality his parents toughed it out to this day. As the years dragged on, it was only turning the both of them into bitter, heartless people.
Haden’s thoughts suddenly made him feel angry with them…again. Honestly, he didn’t even know why he tried to spend even this one meal with them anymore. Neither one of his parents tried for him, so why should he try for them? After pound a fist on the countertop, he turned and pushed his way through the swinging door back into the dining room. “Damn you both,” his voice projected over theirs. His words were met with sudden silence, both his parents, who were now standing staring blankly at him. “Damn you fucking both. You can’t even make it through dinner without getting at each other’s freaking throats. You’re like a couple of kids… shit, if I wanted to hang around a bunch of children, then I would just go back to fucking grade school,” he shook his head shamefully. “Damn you both,” he stated again with a finish, pacing around the table toward the apartment door and slamming it behind him.[/size]
