Frederick Orson
Jan 19, 2010 2:15:40 GMT -5
Post by Frederick Orson on Jan 19, 2010 2:15:40 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
Marie
AGE
Yeah it's me again
GENDER
You've got to be used to it by now
CHARACTER
NAME
Frederick Gareth Orson
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen / Sophomore
GENDER
Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Straight
TALENT
Fashion Design
LOOK-A-LIKE
Teddy Geiger
PERSONALITY
The best word that could be used to describe Freddy would have to be antisocial. He's not a people person, has never been, and probably never will be. He's made rare exception all through his life as to people he could let in, usually people he managed to, over the years, gain a certain amount of trust in, like maids he's had since his early childhood. He's rarely ever made friends at school, getting acquainted with a very small amount of people and never really going further than that. He's never needed anything more, either, always finding himself to be comfortable all by himself, with nobody to please or endure. To some people, friendship is a gift and being among large amount of people is fun. For him, it's a task. He doesn't enjoy it, and much prefers working on his own. He'd never met anyone whom he had a strong need to get to know or talk to, never felt any kind of fascination for any of the people he's come across to in his entire existance. He's never needed anyone else but himself.
Trust is also not something that comes easily to him. Having grown up in the absence of a caring father and without getting much attention from the family members he still had, he never got that feeling like he could tell those people everything that went through his head, confide in them. And upon growing up, he figured that if he couldn't trust any of the people whom he's related to by blood, then there is surely not much of a point in even trying to trust someone he's only just met. He's also a very serious kind of guy - he doesn't fool around much when he needs to get something done. It's not so much that he cares about getting high grades or being first in class or anything like that, he just figures it's simpler to get any sort of assignment he needs to get done out of the way, and then he can do whatever he wants to do - most of the time that's pretty much just go and draw a new outfit or something of the sort, or anything that involved being by himself.
In spite of the fact that he mostly hates his family life, he's still a rather proud guy when it comes to where he comes from. He knows his social advantages give him opportunities a lot of people don't get, and that can sometimes make him feel a bit superior. He won't snob someone because they're of a lower social class - though, seeing as he doesn't talk to anybody, that would make it that much easier seeing as he just doesn't talk to them - and he has a tendency to be a bit smug when praised on something. And though he's not one much for a girlfriend, seeing as he never finds enough interest in a girl to want to keep her around, he's had the occasional one night stands to calm the normal hormones a guy his age is bound to get, but it never really goes past one night.
APPEARANCE
In more than one aspects, Freddy looks a lot more like the boy he used to be still than like the man he is on his way to becoming. His good looks come mostly from a certain boyish charm his young features give him, with his clear pale skin and slightly lanky form. Standing at five feet eleven inches, he doesn't have much bulk to him, and his tall and thin figure has often gotten him the qualification of slightly awkward looking when he was a bit younger, though with every year he grows more and more good looking. He usually keeps his dark brown, almost black hair to a length that would be considered long for a boy, and he does tend to take good care with the styling, though not in a way that looks like he spent hours in front of the mirror. But the feature that usually gets people's attention the most is his eyes. Bright and blue, crystal clear.
His fashion style is, obviously, very characteristical of him. He wears what he makes, and nothing else, with the exception of underwear and sock because he's not quite that far gone yet. But everything else, pants and shirts, coats and jeans, are articles of clothing that he made on his own. He pick the fabrics he wants, decides what style he prefers, decorates according to his taste, and anything and everything he wears is an original creation of his own, something he likes and something that's comfortable to him. He had never worn any kind of clothes that had been made by someone else until he figured out a way to make clothes without them looking completely ridiculous, and he most definitely plans on keeping it up that way.
HISTORY
Larissa Joanna Orson was brought up in a wealthy family of Charleston, South Carolina. Poised young lady, talented pianist and violonist, lovely singer and good catholic girl, she seemed to have everything that would be required for her to make a good match and marry well. That was what her parents expected of her - all that they expected of her. They expected no fame and no glory, nor did they expect her to get high recognition in school, get many diplomas or a good job. They'd raised her so she would be a good wife, a good mother, and a good woman for her social circles and events. That was all that she expected of herself, too - she had no need to rebel within her, no want to go off on her own or go against her parents' wishes for her future. All that she did, she did in consequences of that future they were all hoping for, an ideal future shared by the many girls of her social class. She had her debutante ball at sixteen, started getting several beaus though it was decided that she wouldn't get engaged until the age of eighteen.
However, like most plans in life, it didn't go accordingly. She was seventeen, turning eighteen in a couple of months only, when she found herself swept away by a man she met at a country club event. She didn't know his name, who he was, only that he was part of her social ladder and so could become an appropriate choice for her future husband, and so she let herself believe she'd fallen in love. For two months, they saw each other in secret, Gareth having told her that there could be complications with their relationships if they let it out for the world to know, letting her to assume he was referring to strict parents or some other kind of reason like that. It was only after that amount of time that she learnt the real reason for the secrecy was not a family issue - or at least, not one like she'd expected. He was married, and the father of a little son of one year already. Upon learning the truth, she felt more betrayed and heartbroken than ever, but it got worse when she found out, only two weeks after telling him she never wanted to see him again, that she was expecting.
Telling her parents was the scariest thing she ever had to do, but knowing she had no other choice, she did it. They were angry and disappointed, yes, ready to force her into marriage with whoever was the father of the baby until she told them the whole story. They knew that exposing the truth would do them as much harm as it would do the Huntington family, who has been good friends of their, and they decided to make an arrangement - Larissa's father went to Gareth, telling him that he would need to take care of his son financially and that upon doing so, nobody's reputation would be tarnished, and nobody would have to know. He gladly signed the contract, not wanting to ruin his family or his son's future. Meanwhile, the Orsons gave up the hopes they'd cherished for their daughter, knowing nobody of their society would marry her now, and instead decided to transfer those to their unborn heir. Frederick Gareth Orson was born on the 2nd of November 1993, his future, like his mother's, already planned from the moment he was out of her body.
He grew up, unaware of the short lived drama that had surrounded his mother's pregnancy and his birth, or of any information about his father for that matter. He was not lied to, told that his father had died or disappeared before he birth. He knew his father was well and alive somewhere, but that was all the information he ever got out of anybody, and at some point in time, he decided to stop caring about trying to find out. He figured that if he didn't matter enough to his father for him to want to make his existence known, then there was no point for him to give a damn about whoever had knocked up his mother. He lead a rather secluded childhood, never having anyone to play with as his grandparents were always too busy planning events with his mother, but he never seemed to mind, enjoying the loneliness he found himself stuck in. Of course, he was greatly cared for, but his spending most of his time on his own caused him to decide, from a very young age, that he could take care of himself without anybody's help.
Without anybody's knowledge, but the maids and other numerous people hired to work at his grandparents' house - though they were sworn to secrecy in a very serious manner for a child his age - he learnt to do many things that they would surely not have considered proper for someone his age. Since he never ate with his family, always having to eat earlier so he could go to bed early or finish his homework, he learnt to cook on his own, to get dressed by himself even as a young child, to do everything and anything he needed to do. While most children his age dreamed of being an astronaut or an actress, he dreamed of leaving his house and living by himself. His obsession with doing everything by himself increased when he turned eight and decided that none of the clothes his grandparents bought suited him, which lead him to believing nobody could make clothes for him better than himself. Of course, at such a young age, the results of those pitiful attempts - done on a maid's sewing machine - were quite comical, but with a little bit of help, which he grudgingly accepted, he became better with the years, and found an actual interest in the activity of drawing and making clothes.
He was twelve when he first heard about Gordon Parks' Academy - by then, the only clothes his wardrobe contained were of his own creation, and they were so well made that even his mother and grandparents, when they took a minute to glance his way, didn't notice the difference between what they'd bought him and what he wore. He skimmed through the small brochure rather quickly upon receiving it, not thinking much of it - figuring maybe it was just some trash mail they'd gotten - until he saw the section of fashion design. Not overly interested, but still curious, he decided to look it up, and his interest grew with every information he found. Having been sent to private schools his entire childhood, he had no worries as to his grades, and having enough faith - and perhaps being a bit proud - in his talent, he decided it would make for him the perfect opportunity to get what he wanted - leave the house. For two years he worked hard at school and at home, raising his grades and perfecting his technique, until he was able to send in an application, without anybody else's knowledge.
It was only when he received the acceptance letter than he informed his family that he was going - not asked, informed - to be attending an art school, leaving out a small but important detail - his talent class, claiming he would be entering as a music student for piano lessons, something he'd been forced to study his entire life, rather than fashion design. The information obviously came as a shock to both his grandparents and his mother, and the first response was definitely not a good one, but being a bright kid, he managed to find the points that would win over each member of the family, the best of them obviously being the great schooling he would be receiving and how praised the Academy was, as well as the added chances of getting into a good college after having attended such a great high school. In the end, it was decided that his going to the Academy would be a good decision, as long as he promised to focus on the things that were important, and when the day came he packed his bags and left on his way to the Academy.
[/size]NAME
Marie
AGE
Yeah it's me again
GENDER
You've got to be used to it by now
CHARACTER
NAME
Frederick Gareth Orson
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen / Sophomore
GENDER
Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Straight
TALENT
Fashion Design
LOOK-A-LIKE
Teddy Geiger
PERSONALITY
The best word that could be used to describe Freddy would have to be antisocial. He's not a people person, has never been, and probably never will be. He's made rare exception all through his life as to people he could let in, usually people he managed to, over the years, gain a certain amount of trust in, like maids he's had since his early childhood. He's rarely ever made friends at school, getting acquainted with a very small amount of people and never really going further than that. He's never needed anything more, either, always finding himself to be comfortable all by himself, with nobody to please or endure. To some people, friendship is a gift and being among large amount of people is fun. For him, it's a task. He doesn't enjoy it, and much prefers working on his own. He'd never met anyone whom he had a strong need to get to know or talk to, never felt any kind of fascination for any of the people he's come across to in his entire existance. He's never needed anyone else but himself.
Trust is also not something that comes easily to him. Having grown up in the absence of a caring father and without getting much attention from the family members he still had, he never got that feeling like he could tell those people everything that went through his head, confide in them. And upon growing up, he figured that if he couldn't trust any of the people whom he's related to by blood, then there is surely not much of a point in even trying to trust someone he's only just met. He's also a very serious kind of guy - he doesn't fool around much when he needs to get something done. It's not so much that he cares about getting high grades or being first in class or anything like that, he just figures it's simpler to get any sort of assignment he needs to get done out of the way, and then he can do whatever he wants to do - most of the time that's pretty much just go and draw a new outfit or something of the sort, or anything that involved being by himself.
In spite of the fact that he mostly hates his family life, he's still a rather proud guy when it comes to where he comes from. He knows his social advantages give him opportunities a lot of people don't get, and that can sometimes make him feel a bit superior. He won't snob someone because they're of a lower social class - though, seeing as he doesn't talk to anybody, that would make it that much easier seeing as he just doesn't talk to them - and he has a tendency to be a bit smug when praised on something. And though he's not one much for a girlfriend, seeing as he never finds enough interest in a girl to want to keep her around, he's had the occasional one night stands to calm the normal hormones a guy his age is bound to get, but it never really goes past one night.
APPEARANCE
In more than one aspects, Freddy looks a lot more like the boy he used to be still than like the man he is on his way to becoming. His good looks come mostly from a certain boyish charm his young features give him, with his clear pale skin and slightly lanky form. Standing at five feet eleven inches, he doesn't have much bulk to him, and his tall and thin figure has often gotten him the qualification of slightly awkward looking when he was a bit younger, though with every year he grows more and more good looking. He usually keeps his dark brown, almost black hair to a length that would be considered long for a boy, and he does tend to take good care with the styling, though not in a way that looks like he spent hours in front of the mirror. But the feature that usually gets people's attention the most is his eyes. Bright and blue, crystal clear.
His fashion style is, obviously, very characteristical of him. He wears what he makes, and nothing else, with the exception of underwear and sock because he's not quite that far gone yet. But everything else, pants and shirts, coats and jeans, are articles of clothing that he made on his own. He pick the fabrics he wants, decides what style he prefers, decorates according to his taste, and anything and everything he wears is an original creation of his own, something he likes and something that's comfortable to him. He had never worn any kind of clothes that had been made by someone else until he figured out a way to make clothes without them looking completely ridiculous, and he most definitely plans on keeping it up that way.
HISTORY
Larissa Joanna Orson was brought up in a wealthy family of Charleston, South Carolina. Poised young lady, talented pianist and violonist, lovely singer and good catholic girl, she seemed to have everything that would be required for her to make a good match and marry well. That was what her parents expected of her - all that they expected of her. They expected no fame and no glory, nor did they expect her to get high recognition in school, get many diplomas or a good job. They'd raised her so she would be a good wife, a good mother, and a good woman for her social circles and events. That was all that she expected of herself, too - she had no need to rebel within her, no want to go off on her own or go against her parents' wishes for her future. All that she did, she did in consequences of that future they were all hoping for, an ideal future shared by the many girls of her social class. She had her debutante ball at sixteen, started getting several beaus though it was decided that she wouldn't get engaged until the age of eighteen.
However, like most plans in life, it didn't go accordingly. She was seventeen, turning eighteen in a couple of months only, when she found herself swept away by a man she met at a country club event. She didn't know his name, who he was, only that he was part of her social ladder and so could become an appropriate choice for her future husband, and so she let herself believe she'd fallen in love. For two months, they saw each other in secret, Gareth having told her that there could be complications with their relationships if they let it out for the world to know, letting her to assume he was referring to strict parents or some other kind of reason like that. It was only after that amount of time that she learnt the real reason for the secrecy was not a family issue - or at least, not one like she'd expected. He was married, and the father of a little son of one year already. Upon learning the truth, she felt more betrayed and heartbroken than ever, but it got worse when she found out, only two weeks after telling him she never wanted to see him again, that she was expecting.
Telling her parents was the scariest thing she ever had to do, but knowing she had no other choice, she did it. They were angry and disappointed, yes, ready to force her into marriage with whoever was the father of the baby until she told them the whole story. They knew that exposing the truth would do them as much harm as it would do the Huntington family, who has been good friends of their, and they decided to make an arrangement - Larissa's father went to Gareth, telling him that he would need to take care of his son financially and that upon doing so, nobody's reputation would be tarnished, and nobody would have to know. He gladly signed the contract, not wanting to ruin his family or his son's future. Meanwhile, the Orsons gave up the hopes they'd cherished for their daughter, knowing nobody of their society would marry her now, and instead decided to transfer those to their unborn heir. Frederick Gareth Orson was born on the 2nd of November 1993, his future, like his mother's, already planned from the moment he was out of her body.
He grew up, unaware of the short lived drama that had surrounded his mother's pregnancy and his birth, or of any information about his father for that matter. He was not lied to, told that his father had died or disappeared before he birth. He knew his father was well and alive somewhere, but that was all the information he ever got out of anybody, and at some point in time, he decided to stop caring about trying to find out. He figured that if he didn't matter enough to his father for him to want to make his existence known, then there was no point for him to give a damn about whoever had knocked up his mother. He lead a rather secluded childhood, never having anyone to play with as his grandparents were always too busy planning events with his mother, but he never seemed to mind, enjoying the loneliness he found himself stuck in. Of course, he was greatly cared for, but his spending most of his time on his own caused him to decide, from a very young age, that he could take care of himself without anybody's help.
Without anybody's knowledge, but the maids and other numerous people hired to work at his grandparents' house - though they were sworn to secrecy in a very serious manner for a child his age - he learnt to do many things that they would surely not have considered proper for someone his age. Since he never ate with his family, always having to eat earlier so he could go to bed early or finish his homework, he learnt to cook on his own, to get dressed by himself even as a young child, to do everything and anything he needed to do. While most children his age dreamed of being an astronaut or an actress, he dreamed of leaving his house and living by himself. His obsession with doing everything by himself increased when he turned eight and decided that none of the clothes his grandparents bought suited him, which lead him to believing nobody could make clothes for him better than himself. Of course, at such a young age, the results of those pitiful attempts - done on a maid's sewing machine - were quite comical, but with a little bit of help, which he grudgingly accepted, he became better with the years, and found an actual interest in the activity of drawing and making clothes.
He was twelve when he first heard about Gordon Parks' Academy - by then, the only clothes his wardrobe contained were of his own creation, and they were so well made that even his mother and grandparents, when they took a minute to glance his way, didn't notice the difference between what they'd bought him and what he wore. He skimmed through the small brochure rather quickly upon receiving it, not thinking much of it - figuring maybe it was just some trash mail they'd gotten - until he saw the section of fashion design. Not overly interested, but still curious, he decided to look it up, and his interest grew with every information he found. Having been sent to private schools his entire childhood, he had no worries as to his grades, and having enough faith - and perhaps being a bit proud - in his talent, he decided it would make for him the perfect opportunity to get what he wanted - leave the house. For two years he worked hard at school and at home, raising his grades and perfecting his technique, until he was able to send in an application, without anybody else's knowledge.
It was only when he received the acceptance letter than he informed his family that he was going - not asked, informed - to be attending an art school, leaving out a small but important detail - his talent class, claiming he would be entering as a music student for piano lessons, something he'd been forced to study his entire life, rather than fashion design. The information obviously came as a shock to both his grandparents and his mother, and the first response was definitely not a good one, but being a bright kid, he managed to find the points that would win over each member of the family, the best of them obviously being the great schooling he would be receiving and how praised the Academy was, as well as the added chances of getting into a good college after having attended such a great high school. In the end, it was decided that his going to the Academy would be a good decision, as long as he promised to focus on the things that were important, and when the day came he packed his bags and left on his way to the Academy.