Post by Damien Shaw on Aug 11, 2009 17:52:27 GMT
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*TELL ME WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE
Name ::Damien Shaw
Nickname ::
He hates them both, and they have followed him for most of his public life:
Lucy, in second grade his fate was sealed when he was asked by his teacher to stand in as the character Lucy (from Charlie Brown) in a musical. He was so good he ended up being given the role, but much to his chagrin the name has stuck like glue. As expected, he no longer volunteers for anything.
Bug, when he was younger his eyes and ears were disproportionate to the rest of his face giving him a face that only his mother could love. The poor child first received the moniker BUG in kindergarten and unfortunately at least one of those children have been in his classes through the years to keep that name alive. Its why he plans to attend a university some great distance away. And why he has applied to twenty schools, so he always has a back in case someone other than Sean from Haddonfield gets into one of his choices.
Age :: 17, he's fine with it, though he recognizes that as he gets older his time with Sean may be drawing to a close unfortunately.
Sexuality :: Pretends to be Asexual to some extent though he may be Gay.
Clique :: He's a proud nerd, though he keeps thinking he can change that one day and be like some GREAT NERD KING, you know like an Elf. A very short Elf but an elf, or maybe like a Hobbit, if Hobbits had kings.
*LOOK IN THE MIRROR
Overall appearance ::
Damien's most striking feature is also the thing he hates most about himself. His eyes are very expressive, revealing his feelings, even those he may wish to hide. He would like to think himself some suave, debonair James Bond like figure but its just not within him and so his big, blue eyes are always giving him away. Now that he is older, he still wishes that their were things he could change about himself and his eyes are at the top of that list. He'd also like to be taller, even if only an inch, so he could be as tall or taller than his best friend Sean. He likes to wear his hair with spikes that give him the feeling of being taller, unfortunately the ploy also make his head seem far wider than it actually is at the top.
To compound his problems, he is shorter than virtually any other guy he knows. Damien is and has always been on the small side. When he was younger it worked for him, earning him praise from adult strangers. It was cute while he was younger, now its only an annoyance. He has to ask for help in reaching things that are really high up or grab a step stool. Being short and not so interested in athletics earned him the last spot on the team when sides were picked or the first to be stuffed into a trash can or a locker. Most days he tries to play off these kind of events as flattering as possible with a mumbled 'thank you for playing' or a fake smile. He has a harder time playing off the names Lucy or Bug but he generally has tried to shrug that kind of thing off with an easy going demeanor and attitude.
For the most part he tries to be as unassuming as possible, preferring to allow actions to speak louder than words or hurt feelings. He sees those characteristics as counter productive to his own potential popularity. Something he still believes he can get for himself if he works hard enough. He wants to be defined by his own successes and wants to present an image to the world that says I was SO not just stuffed into that dumpster. I'm a success! All of this as he kicks the banana peal off his foot so no ones sees it. He likes for everything he does to have an air of importance and he tries to convey that importance in his tone of voice, even if he is rarely as good at it as he'd like to be. His voice squeaks from time to time when he is nervous, either that or it gets really high pitched and loud when he is emotional. He does like to laugh though usually its at the wrong times. When this happens, he'll cover his mouth with his hands and become embarrassed. This only makes it harder for him to regain control.
playby :: Elijah Wood
*I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU
Overall personality ::
Despite potential hardships, Damien has always viewed life as an optimist. He likes to see good in people and more often than not that comes back to bite him hard. Because of his desire to please he may come across as a sort of pushover. He's the sort who'd rather smooth things over by agreeing or brushing things aside than arguing or creating unnecessary waves. He is the kind of person who you could walk past every day for six weeks and never see. His shy demeanor assists a great deal in that.
Raised by parents who would rather read or study cases than play with him, he learned early on to play quietly and be as unassuming as possible. He also picked up early that the key to earning a place in their hearts was to excel intellectually and academia became his playground. His parents, each having to deal with many of the uglier aspects of life during their work days, wanted a child who did as he was expected and smiled on command and he was that child for them. Their approval and his need for it still drives him to this day and has a great deal to do with his ambition to provide a breakthrough on the Michael Myers case. His investigation and the borrowing of sensitive files and documentation from the asylum is all about proving his intelligence and his worth versus some great desire to act out or be some amazing detective. He only talks about subjects like Sherlock Holmes because Sean likes him. Besides, he really doesn't want to end up like some middle aged fat man taking care of an addict and doing all of the work and garnering none of the credit.
He is an easygoing person, making a conscious choice to be so for the most part. Damien doesn't see the value in power struggles for powers sake. He is smart enough to recognize that some people are popular because they are feared and others, the ones with the real and lasting admiration, are in that position because they are liked. He is smart enough to have formed a club, Lockdown, around the most intriguing aspect of his hometown and sit back and watch as the most popular kids in school scrambled to join. He feels his position gives him power now, and even though he may not yet have wide spreading popularity, he definitely feels as if he is on his way now.
He may have allowed a few of those people to influence him but he does so as a means to an end. Eventually they are all going to see that he is a sweet, good, interesting person. He's sure of that. It takes an awful lot to get him angry or to get under his skin. But when you do he can be destructive like a tornado or a rather small hurricane of bottled up potential energies. He is fiercely protective over what he thinks is his, his friendship with Sean as an example. Sean is his best friend and without question the most important person in his life. Sean has been there for almost every important moment in his life so far. Neither of them have ever made room for dating and that doesn't bother Damien at all. He rather enjoys their insular existence, even if Sean can be pushy at times.
If anything the fact that Sean sort of dominates him turns him on. He has no idea why though. He just thinks its who Sean is. He's always been the stronger one, the taller, more impressive of the two of them. He'd do anything for Sean. He loves him. He thinks like a brother, a best friend. He is worried for his friend. His home life seems dangerous and he is seriously thinking of begging his parents to let Sean move in with them until they both go away to college. At times he wonders if there isn't more to their relationship but he has no idea what that could be. He likes things the way they are. Even if that means denying who he really is and what the two of them could be.
Likes ::
Tacos, Hotdogs, popcicles, pencils, marshmallows, homemade cookies, spending time with Sean, learning new things, proving his worth, feeling tall
Dislikes ::
trash cans, slimy stuff, bullies, ignorance, Sean's father, getting any grade beneath an A
Hopes and dreams :: He wants to climb Mount Everest with Sean, even if only in a video game. Because well, he's not sure he could manage it, but he thinks Sean could. Sean is amazing.
He wants to prove or disprove the existence of Micheal Myers once and for all. Oh, and not die. Not dying would be good.
Strengths :: He's a nice person. He's an observer of human kind and is thoughtful, enjoying viewing life from the outside and then formulating his ideas. He's a loyal friend and he has compassion for others. He thinks he should be something other than what he is though.
Weaknesses :: No matter how good he is or how good he may one day be, he will probably always want to be someone else, someone more popular, someone taller, someone more handsome. Then maybe he would be accepted and well liked.
*BACK THROUGH THE PAGES
Family :: Edwin Sebastian Shaw, father
Marisa Clarissa Edmonton-Shaw
Pets ::He tried a cat. It got hit by a car. He tried a dog when he was six, it ran away one day while he was at school. He tried an iguana, but he discovered it made his skin itch. He tried a tarantula but it freaked out all of his classmates and only made him seem creepy, so he sold it and bought a video game for his computer.
Hometown :: Haddonfield, IL
Overall history ::
Childhood in Haddonfield isn't normal. He's always liked Halloween and had a fascination with the macabre because of it. He has also learned to view horrific events with a certain level of objectivity. That skill has colored his past and present in so many ways. This to the point that he suffers daily humiliations as if they were part and parcel and the way things should be. He's sort of been conditioned to expect being thrown out of windows into prickly holly bushes or have his lunch tray spilled over him before he has a chance to eat it.
He keeps an extra set of clothes in both his school and gym lockers. He has developed as a very good runner and player of hide and seek when it gets too overwhelming or he just isn't in the mood. He has grown up with a small circle of one friend around him for the most part and Sean Holmes is his anchor. He notices what Sean does to himself but he is afraid of confronting him about the injuries he sees on his friend. He knows that most people miss them, but he prides himself on missing nothing, especially when it comes to Sean Holmes.
He's kept his parents at arms length in much the way they raised him, not wanting them to worry over him. Besides, his grades are perfect so why shouldn't the rest of his life be? The only person he shares his own fears and troubles with is Sean, though as they have gotten older he has not shared everything. He likes to watch Sean a little too much. He has to catch himself and pretend that he doesn't think the sun rises and sets with the other larger boy. One constant is true in his life, if there was still something like heroes around, Sean would be his. He doesn't want the school year to end, not if it means giving up his friend. Every time Sean discusses a college, Damien puts in an application there as a back up so they won't be separated. He doesn't know what he would do without him.
*COME AGAIN
Anything else? :: I think I've already been too wordy, lol.
Roleplay example ::
The night had been fantastic, totally a blast. Chace was feeling really good for a change. He'd just left some hot guy's house and made his way back to the loft via a cab called for him by his date for the night. The guy had wanted to take him back to his place but he'd refused. It was just better to keep guys out of there when there was a chance his brother might be home. He was reclining lazily in the back seat of said cab and reflecting on the night's festivities. He'd been photographed during the party. Once with his hand on a woman's breast and again tossing back what had obviously been the latest in the evening's long line of intoxicating beverages.
He might have remembered the night more fully if he hadn't followed that up with just enough drugs to send him into Never Never Land. In the land of fantasy his parents weren't dead, he wasn't a loser and his life was perfect, like it had always been. In Never Never Land he was still the boy who had the fabulous life, the fabulous kid brother who looked up to him and the life once depicted in the photographs that used to stand on his great grandmother's grand piano. In that place he wasn't getting home nearly six hours late for a dinner date with his brother. A planned meeting he had unintentionally blown off when he'd ran into a friend from LA downtown.
From there, the night had become a blur of activity. They'd hooked up with a conveniently close dealer and started things off right with two candy colored pills. All too soon, responsibility had become a distant memory, though like now as the cab arrived in front of the building there had been the nagging sensation that he had forgotten something important. Staggering out of the cab and making his way inside, Chace found his way to the elevator and then out of it. He made it to the front door of the place he most often shared with his brother. He liked having him there. He couldn't say how much. His brother was all he had.
Leaning into the door, Chace struggled with his keys wishing the door was one of those were you only had to swipe a card like the temporary home they had shared in Los Angeles after their parents had died. He sighed drunkenly, wishing that the door would somehow open by itself. His words were slurred, incoherent even to his own ears as he mumbled something that should have been open sesame. His hand came into contact with the surface of the door, a dull metallic slap of flesh that was as impotent as his attempt at getting the key into the lock. After a few deep breaths his body began to slump tiredly, drunkenly down toward the floor. Maybe he would just sleep here tonight.
*WHAT A PLAYER
Your Alias :: Jake
Age :: 18
Contact :: PM is easy
How did you find us :: Roommate
Codeword :: * Sing me a dream
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