MARKS, declan
Apr 12, 2011 18:55:19 GMT -5
Post by Declan Marks on Apr 12, 2011 18:55:19 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
abbie
AGE
16
GENDER
female
CHARACTER
NAME
declan james marks
AGE AND GRADE
Seventeen / Junior
GENDER
male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
straight
TALENT
film
LOOK-A-LIKE
ben barnes
PERSONALITY
Over all, Declan is what most would consider a "normal" person. He obviously love some different things than some people with his film and photography, but that never stopped him from being social and playing sports. Sure, he was never the best at athletics, but he wasn't bad either. It was usually just to stay in shape, which was important in the Marks family.
In fact, the standards of the Marks family often threw off Declan in American society. It was nothing big, but growing up in family that was directly from Europe did have its draw backs. Some of the foods he liked and some of the things he said and did would draw stares every now and again, but he usually was able to play them off pretty well. He may be embarrassed by some of the things his family did, but he loves them to death and would do anything for them. Family and friends get his total love and loyalty, and nothing about that will change. Once you have Declan, you have him for as long as you want.
That is one of the things that has gotten him hurt in the past though. He is so ready to love and be loved that he forgets to put up walls that may need to be in place to keep his heart from breaking over and over again. It wasn't until his last girlfriend that his openness was shut slightly when she left without a word. It killed him, but luckily the move to Gordon Parks was a good enough distraction for him.
There really isn't that much more to say. He likes big dogs, not cats, and likes spicy food. Reading and writing and just laying around are things he likes to do, but he hates being lazy if there is something to be done. He is very active and pretty outgoing, and if there is anything to do with dancing, you can count on Declan for a few laughs. He LOVES to dance, but unfortunately was not gifted in that department.
APPEARANCE
Declan is basically your tall, dark, and handsome guy. Standing at just a hair under six feet, he isn't a giant by any standards, but for most girls this is more than tall enough. He also has a very confident way about how he holds himself that attracts people to him. It's not a cocky thing. It's just that he knows who he is and doesn't really care what other people think about it.
Declan is not without fault though. Along his right knuckles runs a scar from pinky to index. It stands out, a long dark clump of skin that he is extremely conscious of. He also has a similar scar on his right hip, and both are from a fall from a tree as a child. Along with these, his nose is slightly crooked and his eyes aren't quite parallel. This however might be a plus to his looks. A perfect guy runs girls off because they don't think they can live up to the guy. Declan on the other hand doesn't seem to be able to keep them off.
HISTORY
Being born in a country besides the United States is a difficult thing for many people. There was no exception for Declan James Marks. Now, he was not born in Mexico or Canada; he would never be accused of being a border jumper. He was born across an ocean in Madrid, Spain where he would live for the first few years of his life until his mother died.
Besides the death of his mother, nothing of particular note took place in Spain. He learned to speak Spanish (more of a fluid and elegant version than most Americans are used to hearing) and developed a taste for the authentic Spanish foods, but the transition to the States was smooth. At least, it was as smooth as one could be in a family that had just lost a dear one. His father, an older Scottish man, did his very best with little Declan and his older sister Claire. He relocated his broken family to Denver, Colorado in hopes of beginning a new life where the three of them could hope to move on.
Growing up, Declan had no problems in school. His childhood was relatively normal. He had friends and a few "enemies," and as he matured it was obvious that he was not going to be an awkward looking person. The only very different things about him were his extremely close relationship to his sister and his eye for detail.
With an older sister and no mother, it is almost expected that Claire would act as the female support for Declan. He told her his problems and dreams and hopes and even shared his drama with her. She was his lifeline, and he hers. Their father never quite recovered from the loss of his one true love, and because of that he turned to alcohol. By no standard was he a drunk, but he was often sullen and withdrawn, and Claire and Declan learned to just avoid him. They weren't afraid of him and they knew that if they had any real problems that he would be there, but life with and without their father was almost identical.
Ironically, it was their father that noticed that Declan harbored a special talent for seeing things that others would not normally imagine. It was first through the pictures that Declan would take. They were inspiring, each touching the viewer in a unique way. The angles and lighting were spectacular, so Declan was soon signed up for photography classes in and out of school. It was through these classes that he also discovered that his skill with a regular camera translated well into moving objects. It was an accident that Declan got stuck on film duty one day for another student's project. It was not accident, however, that the quality of the film was noticed by a teacher. It was through this teacher that Declan was introduced to the idea of Gordon Parks' Academy for the Arts.
The first time he applied, he was denied. That was his freshman year of high school, but Declan was no where near finished. He had set his heart on this school, and there was no way he was going to give it up. He decided to wait to apply again until he was positive that he would make it, so through his freshman and sophomore years he concentrated on not only his filming, but on his overall grades. With straight A's, great talent, and good support from sister and father behind him, Declan applied once again. This time he was in, and that's where we now begin.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
It was almost surreal to watch the flames rising up towards me, and it seemed as though I was stuck in place. My feet felt heavy. I strained my muscles, pumped my arms, and every fiber of my being screamed at the effort. Still I didn’t move. Then, just as all the will power in me drained and I let the fire grow hotter and hotter on my heels, someone broke through the wall of smoke and picked me up. Strong arms surrounded me, and although I had no idea who was holding me I surrendered and let my head fall against their chest. Just as my eyes began to close, I glanced up and saw that my savior was a very large, very intimidating man. Yet, I was not afraid. I felt as safe as I had felt in my entire life, and so I allowed my body to relax and then everything went dark…
Gasping, I shot up off my pillow. I was sweating, breathing heavy, and extremely tense. I hadn’t had that dream for years now, and why it had come back now, I had no clue.
I pushed back the covers and swung my feet over the side of my bed. I let my head fall into my hands as I pushed myself off and into my bathroom. The feeling of dread that always followed was swallowing me again, and I hated it. There was nothing, and I mean nothing that I hated worse than feeling so tiny and insignificant in my own body.
I shuffled over to the sink and turned on the water as cold as I was able to. Splashing it onto my face, I felt a little better. I would never be attracted to the heat as some people were. The cold was better to me. It was numb, a kind of feeling that was associated with no thoughts or actions. Heat on the other hand was full of passion and movement and most of the time, pain. It was the pain that repelled me. I had been hurt so many times in my life that I was done with it.
I was never going back into the fire. Never.
These thoughts however were distracting me from getting ready for school. A bad dream was not an excuse for being late to class, especially not for Mrs. Anderson. She was like the Devil in an old woman’s body. Nothing was ever good enough, and God knows that she hated me for some reason. I could never quite figure out what it was that made her hate me so much. I had tried sucking up, being silent, and being a normal kid, but nothing satisfied her. What made matters worse was that my parents loved her. And when I say love I mean LOVE… as in almost a creepy sort of love.
I was totally absorbed in thought about the upcoming day when a loud knock sounded on my door. I jumped and spun around, tangling myself in my rug and falling. There was a loud thump as my butt hit the ground.
“Ow!” I yelped, cursing myself for my clumsiness.
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[/size]NAME
abbie
AGE
16
GENDER
female
CHARACTER
NAME
declan james marks
AGE AND GRADE
Seventeen / Junior
GENDER
male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
straight
TALENT
film
LOOK-A-LIKE
ben barnes
PERSONALITY
Over all, Declan is what most would consider a "normal" person. He obviously love some different things than some people with his film and photography, but that never stopped him from being social and playing sports. Sure, he was never the best at athletics, but he wasn't bad either. It was usually just to stay in shape, which was important in the Marks family.
In fact, the standards of the Marks family often threw off Declan in American society. It was nothing big, but growing up in family that was directly from Europe did have its draw backs. Some of the foods he liked and some of the things he said and did would draw stares every now and again, but he usually was able to play them off pretty well. He may be embarrassed by some of the things his family did, but he loves them to death and would do anything for them. Family and friends get his total love and loyalty, and nothing about that will change. Once you have Declan, you have him for as long as you want.
That is one of the things that has gotten him hurt in the past though. He is so ready to love and be loved that he forgets to put up walls that may need to be in place to keep his heart from breaking over and over again. It wasn't until his last girlfriend that his openness was shut slightly when she left without a word. It killed him, but luckily the move to Gordon Parks was a good enough distraction for him.
There really isn't that much more to say. He likes big dogs, not cats, and likes spicy food. Reading and writing and just laying around are things he likes to do, but he hates being lazy if there is something to be done. He is very active and pretty outgoing, and if there is anything to do with dancing, you can count on Declan for a few laughs. He LOVES to dance, but unfortunately was not gifted in that department.
APPEARANCE
Declan is basically your tall, dark, and handsome guy. Standing at just a hair under six feet, he isn't a giant by any standards, but for most girls this is more than tall enough. He also has a very confident way about how he holds himself that attracts people to him. It's not a cocky thing. It's just that he knows who he is and doesn't really care what other people think about it.
Declan is not without fault though. Along his right knuckles runs a scar from pinky to index. It stands out, a long dark clump of skin that he is extremely conscious of. He also has a similar scar on his right hip, and both are from a fall from a tree as a child. Along with these, his nose is slightly crooked and his eyes aren't quite parallel. This however might be a plus to his looks. A perfect guy runs girls off because they don't think they can live up to the guy. Declan on the other hand doesn't seem to be able to keep them off.
HISTORY
Being born in a country besides the United States is a difficult thing for many people. There was no exception for Declan James Marks. Now, he was not born in Mexico or Canada; he would never be accused of being a border jumper. He was born across an ocean in Madrid, Spain where he would live for the first few years of his life until his mother died.
Besides the death of his mother, nothing of particular note took place in Spain. He learned to speak Spanish (more of a fluid and elegant version than most Americans are used to hearing) and developed a taste for the authentic Spanish foods, but the transition to the States was smooth. At least, it was as smooth as one could be in a family that had just lost a dear one. His father, an older Scottish man, did his very best with little Declan and his older sister Claire. He relocated his broken family to Denver, Colorado in hopes of beginning a new life where the three of them could hope to move on.
Growing up, Declan had no problems in school. His childhood was relatively normal. He had friends and a few "enemies," and as he matured it was obvious that he was not going to be an awkward looking person. The only very different things about him were his extremely close relationship to his sister and his eye for detail.
With an older sister and no mother, it is almost expected that Claire would act as the female support for Declan. He told her his problems and dreams and hopes and even shared his drama with her. She was his lifeline, and he hers. Their father never quite recovered from the loss of his one true love, and because of that he turned to alcohol. By no standard was he a drunk, but he was often sullen and withdrawn, and Claire and Declan learned to just avoid him. They weren't afraid of him and they knew that if they had any real problems that he would be there, but life with and without their father was almost identical.
Ironically, it was their father that noticed that Declan harbored a special talent for seeing things that others would not normally imagine. It was first through the pictures that Declan would take. They were inspiring, each touching the viewer in a unique way. The angles and lighting were spectacular, so Declan was soon signed up for photography classes in and out of school. It was through these classes that he also discovered that his skill with a regular camera translated well into moving objects. It was an accident that Declan got stuck on film duty one day for another student's project. It was not accident, however, that the quality of the film was noticed by a teacher. It was through this teacher that Declan was introduced to the idea of Gordon Parks' Academy for the Arts.
The first time he applied, he was denied. That was his freshman year of high school, but Declan was no where near finished. He had set his heart on this school, and there was no way he was going to give it up. He decided to wait to apply again until he was positive that he would make it, so through his freshman and sophomore years he concentrated on not only his filming, but on his overall grades. With straight A's, great talent, and good support from sister and father behind him, Declan applied once again. This time he was in, and that's where we now begin.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
It was almost surreal to watch the flames rising up towards me, and it seemed as though I was stuck in place. My feet felt heavy. I strained my muscles, pumped my arms, and every fiber of my being screamed at the effort. Still I didn’t move. Then, just as all the will power in me drained and I let the fire grow hotter and hotter on my heels, someone broke through the wall of smoke and picked me up. Strong arms surrounded me, and although I had no idea who was holding me I surrendered and let my head fall against their chest. Just as my eyes began to close, I glanced up and saw that my savior was a very large, very intimidating man. Yet, I was not afraid. I felt as safe as I had felt in my entire life, and so I allowed my body to relax and then everything went dark…
Gasping, I shot up off my pillow. I was sweating, breathing heavy, and extremely tense. I hadn’t had that dream for years now, and why it had come back now, I had no clue.
I pushed back the covers and swung my feet over the side of my bed. I let my head fall into my hands as I pushed myself off and into my bathroom. The feeling of dread that always followed was swallowing me again, and I hated it. There was nothing, and I mean nothing that I hated worse than feeling so tiny and insignificant in my own body.
I shuffled over to the sink and turned on the water as cold as I was able to. Splashing it onto my face, I felt a little better. I would never be attracted to the heat as some people were. The cold was better to me. It was numb, a kind of feeling that was associated with no thoughts or actions. Heat on the other hand was full of passion and movement and most of the time, pain. It was the pain that repelled me. I had been hurt so many times in my life that I was done with it.
I was never going back into the fire. Never.
These thoughts however were distracting me from getting ready for school. A bad dream was not an excuse for being late to class, especially not for Mrs. Anderson. She was like the Devil in an old woman’s body. Nothing was ever good enough, and God knows that she hated me for some reason. I could never quite figure out what it was that made her hate me so much. I had tried sucking up, being silent, and being a normal kid, but nothing satisfied her. What made matters worse was that my parents loved her. And when I say love I mean LOVE… as in almost a creepy sort of love.
I was totally absorbed in thought about the upcoming day when a loud knock sounded on my door. I jumped and spun around, tangling myself in my rug and falling. There was a loud thump as my butt hit the ground.
“Ow!” I yelped, cursing myself for my clumsiness.
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