Post by eric on Feb 15, 2010 19:45:01 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
revolutionaries wait
for my head on a silver plate[/font][/center]
WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]
FULL NAME: Eric Rhett Hartwell[/font]
NICKNAMES: Eric, E, Mister H, anything else you can come up with
GENDER: male
AGE: twenty four
OCCUPATION: teacher/ freelance writer and soccer coach. (busy man, I know)
TEACHING AT: the academy
SUBJECT TEACHING: English and European History
MARITAL STATUS: single
PLAYBY: Chris Pine
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY: English and Sicilian[/font]
HAIR COLOR: Dirty blond, almost brown
EYE COLOR: Blue
HEIGHT: 6' 1"
WEIGHT: 220 lbs
BODY TYPE: Muscular but not overly body builder type, athletic nonetheless.
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: Very bright blue eyes that have swirls of green and gray, Lacey, his daughter, has the same. Eric also possesses bushy but somehow maintained brows, like mother caterpillars nestled atop his eyes.
PERSONAL STYLE: Eric is a man of many signatures, and quite remarkably, his clothing comes into tow with that. He is most definitely seen in comfortable clothing, he prefers movement rather than couture, but has high end designers in his closet. The man likes to look good, so he has a small collection of suits, dress shirts and other accessories such as simple but bold ties to match. He isn't one to have dinosaurs all over his tie, that is just tacky and pathetic, though he does have two novelty ties, both given to him by his daughter, Lacey, for whom he would sacrifice his personal style. Besides wearing top of the line clothes, be it for his athletics or just a day at work, Eric doesn't do much to his overall appearance. He is regularly clean shaven, gets his hair cut twice a month, and is just not sloppy. He takes pride in his appearance, first impressions are everything whether one would like to believe it or not.
OTHER: sexy single dad, yo.
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS: good teacher, better father, fast, strong, understanding, funny, super sharp reflexes, soccer goaltender, reading, memorizing key facts, analyzing body movements[/font]
WEAKNESSES: Lacey, good food, snarky people, clever wit, sparkling smile
LIKES: chocolate, coffee, milkshakes, independent and witty women, the colour green, clouds, rain, soccer, South America, Europe, traveling, bacon
DISLIKES: screeching of nails against any surface, doubt, green peppers, naked cats, grease, cliche chinese symbols as tattoos, especially if you aren't chinese, crime shows, soap operas, gray's anatomy, his baby momma
FLAWS:Very honest and very protective about Lacey, doesn't have a filter when it comes to his teaching styles, fearless to the point of recklessness
HABITS:mumbles clever witty rhetoric and when the person answers with 'what?' he answers with a more colourful 'what?!'. throws harmless things at his students for fun, rolls his eyes when bored. Always kisses Lacey good night at the crown of her head, always.
SECRETS: feels guilty about not feeling guilty about not attending his parents funeral, trying really hard to be a good brother to Jesse even though he hasn't seen the lad in years before he moved in with him and Lacey, Scared that Lacey's mother might come back and take Lacey away from him.
BEST MEMORY: Eric doesn't have one 'best memory' but rather, he has been blessed with two. The first and most precious being the birth of his daughter, Lacey. I know, I know, how cliche, but something doesn't happen to become cliche if it wasn't true. Granted he was scared halfway to hell when the nursed placed her in his arms, but it felt right, Lacey was worth the terrible anxiety he faced, the doubts that plagued him about parenting. Somehow with the little miniature human in his arms, his miniature human in his arms, those fears just went away. The second 'best memory' was when he was accepted to intern at 'Critical Ideals', that underground, indie magazine he read night and day. Sure that had nothing on the birth of his baby girl, but still, pretty sweet at seventeen to travel the world four times over.
WORST MEMORY:Along with his two best memories, the boy also has two worst memories. The first, and in no particular order, was when Lacey's mother left when she was four months old. He knew something was up, the way she moved, her motions were choppy, almost guilty as she smoothed the fuzzy golden curls atop Lacey's head as she slept in her bassinet. But he didn't question her, on what grounds would he? They weren't in a relationship, they never were, Lacey happened because of a failed condom and a blood-alcohol level surpassing the point of logical thinking. But somehow, he knew in the pit of his stomach, that would be the last time he would ever see her mother again. Because of that, Eric still harbours a hatred for her, often wondering why she could leave such an angelic child, for what reason she just up and left.
The second bad memory is from when he was seventeen, right after graduating high school, when his parents sat him down to discuss his future. He wanted to travel, see the world before settling down to get a degree, to start his life. They wanted him to jump into his academics, to become something great and noble like a doctor or something. That unleashed the great argument in the Hartwell household, rivaling the one his parents had with his aunt Lily when she was his age. The theatrics were the same, his burly father and his moustache were livid, his mother weepy and soft, crumbling between the anger of her husband and son. Ultimately, Eric left, got his things the next day and never saw his parents again; a decision he sort of regrets somtimes, wondering if they knew they had a granddaughter.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: A man is summed up in various words, his character comes into question on his deathbed, but what about before that doom? How does one respond to the question of character that occurs in everyday society? Rather honestly, if you were to ask Eric. The man has always been honest, without a filter if you may. He never saw the point of having tact, sugar coating the truth to protect someone, they were bound to hear the truth of the matter soon enough. He much rather just be straight with the person, tell them the god's honest truth, every time. But somehow, this characteristic never applied to Lacey. It wasn't that Eric lied to his daughter, but rather softened some truths, she was four nonetheless. When she asked of her mother, he couldn't tell her that one day when Lacey was four months old that she left her with him and never came back. If that didn't spark some intense psychological scarring and future therapy bills... But for anyone else, sisters, brother, stranger, student...Anyone else who needed that splash of honesty, he was there.
With his honesty in hand, Eric is also a little arrogant. It wasn't his fault that he was better than most people, or that he was always right. It was just a perpetual occurrence that he was just in the assumption of greatness. I mean, the boy landed a dream paid internship at seventeen, traveled the world a couple times over, got a combined degree and a sweet teaching job, so really it was only time that the ego would surround him. He was a success, he knew it, and everything he laid his eyes on went his way, always. But it wasn't an ego that he didn't keep in check, oh no, he wasn't like Kanye West; Eric actually had done things to promote his attitude.
Now with honesty and arrogance in tow, the man is also very charming, almost manipulative in a sense. With such a nice smile and piercing blue eyes, it is very hard to say no to this guy. But Eric never uses his charming all willy nilly, no, but rather when he needed something, it was his special weapon. A little smile, his tone of voice matching velvet, there was nothing he couldn't attain. It was only brought out in rare occasion, but it was genuine. The boy would never use his charm if he didn't mean it, that was just plain rude.
Now with a few characteristics to his name, Eric is also sarcastic but protective. Ah yes, this guy has a quick wit with a dash of sarcasm. He always managed to have a quick come-back, but his little bit of cynicism gave way to his sarcasm. His sister's hated that about his, his inability to lose an argument with his witty rhetoric. But whilst his witty mouth, the man is very protective. Despite his nearly cut throat ways, Eric will do anything for his baby girl, Lacey. Anything at all, no questions asks. He isn't that protective of his sisters, oh no, not to the extent he was with Lacey, there was just something different between being protective over sister and protecting your child. Lacey was more precious to him, he wasn't afraid to admit it, he absolutely loved her more than anything in the world.
AND WE'LL BOTH GROW OLD ,[/color]
CHARACTER HISTORY ,
well i don't know, i don't know, i don't know, i hope so[/color]
HOMETOWN: Chicago, Illinois[/size][/font]
PARENTS:Eric and Marisol Hartwell
SIBLINGS: Kate Estelle Hartwell, Charlotte Faith Hartwell and Jesse Isaiah Hartwell
OTHER: Father to Lacey Katherine Eliza Hartwell
LIVING SITUATION:a nice house that's not too flashy, Valks perhaps? or maybe shaks? hmm...
HISTORY:He was born in the early hours of March sixteenth, to eager parents of English and Sicilian decent. He was named Eric Rhett Hartwell, first name after his father and middle name after his mother’s most beloved fictional character. It was a good mix the young couple had, they got by with what they had, saving up for Eric whenever they could. He had a nice, pleasant childhood, his infant days marked with the regular mile stones such as his first steps (when he was nine months old), hi first real sentences at the age of one. Everything was nice, and the Hartwells even moved to a small but comfortable house in a better part of Chicago Illinois, a time before Eric senior’s little sister’s attention was drawn to more than just her classical piano concerts. The years past, and when Eric was four, he was introduced to his new siblings, twin sisters. They looked almost like him, with bright blue eyes and brighter blonde hair, and the older was named after a family member; Kate was named after their aunt Lilian Katarina Hartwell, the famed pianist. Whereas the younger sister? She, Charlotte was named after their mother's favourite author, Charlotte Bronte.
At an early age, Eric was rebellious, yet protective of his little sisters, even at the vague times he could recall that his parents argued. It was only once when he witnessed that rare event, when he was five and little Kate and Charlotte were a mere one, it was about their Aunt Lily. Their father was furious, their mother a little weepy and soft, the way she always was. It wasn’t until a decade and a half later that he realized what they were fighting over; his seventeen year old aunt was pregnant. Of course once Eric was older he could understand his father’s rage, the fact that the baby daddy was nonexistent and that Lily’s musical career would be killed, but to a five year old, none of that made sense, and the only thing he was left to do was hold both Kate's and charlotte's hands out of the house, away from the yelling and screaming. His parents found the brother-twin sister trio hours later, at the nearby park where they were sitting in the sand box, just playing, with Eric making fragile sand buildings while Kate and Charlotte felt the sand between their fingers. Ever since then, he was known to walk away from his parents and their arguments, all except for one time when he was seventeen, far into the future at this point.
He was in school, an average student with the exception of English and languages in general, he was exemplary in them. All through his academic career though, he was known to be too loud and disruptive and often faced detentions with his witty remarks as he grew up. His teachers would sigh in relief as another school year would end and Eric would go on to be another educator’s problem. He should have been an utter handful, but his good grades were enough to let his fly by without major difficulties. This sort of behaviour lasted all through to high school, also creating him the head honcho of the pyramid of high school hierarchy, with his quick wit and quicker reflexes as the goalie on the prestigious soccer team at his high school. He was the high light of his parent’s eye, along with his sister Kate as the family’s prima ballerina, Charlotte the undefined and their littlest brother Jesse, the actor. But it was the summer of his graduating year, the athletic scouts wooing him to go to their colleges with a full paid scholarship, when he had a ‘discussion’ with his parents, rivalling the one they had years ago with his Aunt Lil, almost a decade before she died.
As mentioned previously, Eric was scouted for multiple colleges for soccer, full ride to all of the universities and even a career with team USA as the youngest goalie on record, but Eric didn’t want that, not yet anyways. He wanted to travel, to work at the internship that he scored over that summer too, with the highly accredited magazine, Critical Ideals. With that internship, he could travel the world over, build his connections, do what he wanted instead of what his parents wanted. There was yelling, screaming, even Kate tried to console with him, but at seventeen, Eric’s stubbornness and free will knew better. So it was then, three days after graduating, that Eric left the house, seeing his parents for the last time. And so, with a few thousand dollars to his name, Eric began to work with ‘critical ideals,’ working there for a year and a half, rising in the ranks and even began to write a freelance column. He travelled the world with the hipster mag, gaining some fame before he decided that he wanted more than a high school diploma. Eric finally succumbed to his parents’ wishes; but he never contacted them, never rendered them with any information of his existence, he fell off the face of the earth.
Much to his surprise, he was still a soccer star, but he wasn’t awarded with such a hefty scholarship as he was a year and a half before. But it was still something, still helped with his schooling. He managed to get into the English Program at Valkyrie University, and even got a combined degree with European history and teaching. Yeah, it was a big load, but Eric, he managed to work better under pressure than most situations. But it was in his second year when he met her at a res party, you know, where all the kids who lived on campus drank, like every day of the week but still. This was different, she was different. But that supposed one night stand didn’t just stick to just one night, it turned out to be a string of harmless lays, except for that one dreaded night when his world changed. She was, well, she was pregnant, and the obvious father was Eric. He was twenty, had a little fame to his name with his freelance article gaining success, but he was going to be a father. Wow, it was a lot to take in. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, his expression stayed like that for an eternity before he came back to reality; father, role model, responsibility of a tiny human.
But in what seemed like nine short months, he was actually a father, to a bright eyed baby girl. The moment the nurse shuffled the wrapped up baby bundle into his arms, he had this feeling, that no matter how much he loved his daughter, how much he would fight the world to protect her, how he would go into the sky and pull out a star just to make her smile. Lacey Katherine Eliza Hartwell, his baby girl. She had his eyes, bright blue but there was something about them, the innocence they possessed. The mother of his child? Well, she was non-existent in this, had Lacey, dropped out of Valkyrie U and left Lacey with Eric when she was four months old, walking away from the two of them completely. Not a word, nothing, just up and left one morning when she dropped Lacey off at his house. He wasn’t in a relationship with her, but it was still rather awkward, unsettling that a mother could just leave her child without an explanation. From that point onwards, that Eric raised Lacey, taking his schooling with a stride of ease, only leaving Lacey with babysitters when he most definitely needed, and it seemed to work that way.
When he was twenty three, he had managed to finish his degree, becoming a fully fledged high school teacher. Lacey was two and a half, and was present at his graduation, clapping in the arms of his best friend, Zach, his ‘boss’ at Critical Ideals. Immediately, he managed to get a teaching job at Valkyrie Academy, teaching English and European History to the prestigious private high school. It was very good pay, and decent hours so he could spent as much time with Lacey as possible, leaving her in preschool for the amount of time he was teaching. She was the joy of his life, the only thing he cared for. She always greeted him with a smile and something new to talk about on how her day went, Lacey always made him smile, no matter how much he wanted to strangle the teenagers he taught. However, it was during this time, with a handful of years since the last time he talked to his parents, he got a call from the coroners in Chicago.
They were in the car, His mother, father and Jesse when it happened. They were in the wrong part of town, and at the wrong time when it happened. There was a drug deal going bust, and the shots began to shoot, flying through the car, killing his parents instantly; execution style. But Jesse, he managed to escape, only shards of glass harming his little brother. But Eric knew Jesse had changed, so when he was sent to live with Eric and Lacey, he didn’t pry, not yet anyways. He seemed happy, seemed pumped even, to be going to the Academy, becoming a tech manager in the theatre for both the school and the Fontanne. But now, with a brother and a child of his own to take care of, Eric has a full life and let’s see what happens now. So now, without further adieu, I present the father, teacher, brother, Eric Rhett Hartwell.
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME:you should know this by now, babe (hahaha, reminds me of that unaudros couple from that other site)... gurms[/size][/font][/blockquote]
GENDER: eh
AGE: eh
RP EXPERIENCE: eh
OTHER CHARACTERS: eh
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:eh, changed some colours, the bright blue hurt my eyes.credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse
