Post by CHRISTOPHER JORDAN on Jul 6, 2012 0:42:01 GMT -5
...Christopher Anthony Jordan*
*Bumblebees get the ladies going.*
[/size]*Bumblebees get the ladies going.*
...basics*
name Christopher Anthony Jordan
nickname Chris
age 21
gender male
grade junior
hometown Los Angeles, CA
sexuality straight
personification fairy prince (cornelius)
status dormant..?
face claim Hayden Christensen
...appearance*
hair color blonde
eye color blue
build average
height 6ft. 1in.
clothing style whatever he can get his hands on first that can fit comfortably under his favorite jacket. t-shirts, jeans, etc.
distinctive traits dimples?
~He's got three tattoos, two on his left arm and a third on his right hip.
...personal*
personality
Steady-- Chris is a very steady, reliable person who only rarely gets frazzled or upset. He hasn’t undergone any sort of personality change at all in his life, and has remained a pensive, and easygoing individual, remaining level no matter what chaos surrounds him. He’s always been able to recognize his own strength, and usually handles situations with dignity and self-control. That being said, it isn’t necessarily impossible to make him angry, or upset. It takes a good amount of pushing to set him off, though when he does get angry, it becomes difficult to calm him down.
Stubborn-- Like his steady attitude, once he has made up his mind on something, it is equally as steady. This makes him one of the most stubborn people to come in contact with. Once he forms an opinion, he is immovable, and nothing will change his mind. He can often be maddeningly inflexible and unable to see any view but his own. It makes his arguments seem repetitive, unless he finds some way to understand that he is wrong. (Or the other party realizes their mistake, and backs off).
Loyal-- He is always loyal, sometimes to extremes, and expects the same from his partner. He doesn’t appreciate the idea of playing ‘games’ under any circumstances. That doesn’t mean that he gets jealous very easily, but if he thinks that the person he is with is genuinely behaving in a way that has betrayed the relationship, then he is no longer interested. Thankfully, he feels like he’s a pretty good judge of character, so he manages to stay away from girls that have the maturity of a Dora the Explorer audience. He’s never had a relationship end because one side cheated, and hopes to keep it that way.
past
Christopher was born on April 25, 1990 to Kathy and Richard Jordan in New York City, NY. He and his family remained in the busy city for the first four years of his life before they left it to head to Los Angeles, CA, where his Dad hoped to show him what their wealth could accomplish in the land of wealth, and fame. A year later (just after his younger sister was born) he attended St. Paul the Apostle Church and School, and graduated in 2004 before moving on to attend high school at John Marshall High.
After being flashed around to businessman, and other people that worked for, and with his Dad, Chris was left with absolutely no desire for anything the hotel business had to offer. Once his life in high school started, he did his best to remain completely inconspicuous, not bothering to take any honors courses, or anything that would get him any more attention than was the absolute minimum that was expected. Avoiding the eyes of the other students and faculty was a lot harder than he’d originally expected, and he soon found that the only place he could get away from his Dad’s enormous shadow was in the ocean. He became addicted to his time in the water, surfing the waves, or diving beneath them, and spent as much time there as he could.
After four years of working hard to stay just below the level that would have earned him academic recognition, Chris graduated from his High School with a 3.9 GPA, and was accepted to attend Barrie University in the fall of 2008. The second he got his diploma, he threw his crap into a back pack and booked it for NYC on the back of his 2007 Harley, glad to get a chance for a fresh start in a new place, where he wouldn’t have to worry as much about avoiding his Dad’s plans.
present
Chris has been going to Barrie University for two years, and is getting ready to proceed into his third to begin courses for Marine Biology. He came to New York to be closer to his Aunt (Richard’s sister), who has been able to best relate to his situation, and to go to school. He’s been staying in the school dorms up until the end if his Sophomore year, but got tired of having to share a room (and building) with a bunch of crazy, drunk school kids. He’s currently in the process of finding his own place somewhere between the school, and the coast. It’s the one time his fortune has actually benefited him, considering the prices of apartments in New York City.
So far he’s made enough friends to keep him comfortable, and has managed to avoid too much attention thanks to the massive crowds of people that walk around the city everyday. His only complaint would definitely have to be the weather. Every winter, he feels like he has to stuff his coats with embers just to keep his feet from freezing every time he walks outside to go to class. He’s pretty sure that humans were never meant to be outside, or awake, during the colder months, and is a firm supported in the act of hibernation. It’s the one thing he likes more about California, besides missing the beaches he’d been so familiar with.
family
Richard Christopher Jordan --Father, 48, entrepreneur and hotelier
Richard is the current chairman, and CEO of a global hospitality company specializing in American hotels, and resorts called Royale Worldwide. A firm supporter of tradition, Richard’s dream is to pass on the Royale business to his son Christopher, as it was passed to him from his own father, and so on from his grandfather. He’s done everything he could to get Chris interested in the family business, showing him off to his friends, and taking him to see his work place on multiple occasions, all to the frustrating result of Chris’s abandonment after he graduated from high school.
Kathy Rogers Jordan --Mother, 44, Television host and actress
Anna Claire Jordan --Sister, 16
Anna is the only child of Kathy and Richard to appreciate her place of birth, and bask in it at every waking second. She loves being the center of attention, and takes every opportunity to turn heads when she leaves the house.
Anthony Barron Jordan --Grandfather, 75, American business magnate, socialite and hotel heir
Richard Conrad Jordan -- Great-Grandfather, deceased at age 91, businessman and investor, hotel chain founder
Elizabeth ‘Beth’ Jordan Winchester --Aunt, 40, history teacher
likes
~His bike
~Cooking everything except for eggs
~Listening to music (not really playing or singing, just listening)
~Anything sweet
~Reading older, classical books
~Tattoos
~Italian Language
~Ocean (diving, surfing, swimming etc.)
dislikes
~People who take authority without actually having been given it.
~Politics
~Butterflies
~Allergies
~Cold weather
~Every flavor of Chinese language
~Films based off of novels
...literature*
book title Thumbelina/Little Tiny
backstory At the end of Thumbelina's journey, the swallow she saved takes her to a beautiful meadow, where she finds people of her size that live in flowers. She finds one in particular with a crown on his head who, although is initially afraid of the giant swallow, tells her that she is beautiful, and asks her to marry him and become the Queen of all the flowers. Because the tiny man is not a toad, or a mole, she says yes, and is welcomed into the meadow with celebration. The prince, and 'May Blossom' (Thumbelina's new name given to her by the spirit of the flower... maybe the Prince? i couldn't tell xD) live happily.. ever after? B-)
...roleplayer*
name Seth
age 19
gender maaaale der :]
rp experience started out on Neopets, then Gaia online,(>.<) then I got smart and decided to quit, and I’ve been doing one on one’s ever since
how you found ouac Aimee
rp sample((This is a random one on one I did where I was Peeta from Hunger Games [: ))
Peeta was sitting alone in a room in the Justice building for at least seven minutes before he remembered that there was a world outside of the walls he was surrounded by. He was staring at the ground, so lost in a sudden rush of worries, and thoughts, that he couldn't hardly make sense of any of them. He could, however, pick out which of the group held dominance.
He was terrified of the idea of watching Katniss Everdeen die.
Next, he was afraid of dying himself. Of the two, he knew which was more likely, and decided that he was comfortable with making it a preference. It didn't mean that he was ready to die, necessarily, but he was ready to die for Katniss. He would do everything he could to make sure that she got out of those games alive; and why shouldn't he believe that it was possible? He knew as well as anyone else, even more so perhaps, that she was a skilled hunter, and had the survival skills that could only be gained by someone fighting everyday to live, and keep others alive. He had no doubt that she stood a better chance than the majority of the kids that would be going into the Games, though she would have a little trouble with some of the careers...
Peeta looked up suddenly then, at the end of his seven minutes of silence, when his family came inside the room. He expected the scene exactly as it was. Both of his brothers, and his father, had tears in their eyes, though they were trying their best to keep themselves from letting them fall. They must have been afraid that the sadness would overwhelm him, or that it would only confirm that each of them knew that he wasn't going to be coming back.
Or maybe they were just afraid that his mother would beat the crap out of them when they got home.
Peeta stood, and tried to make himself smile at them. He wanted to reassure them that he wasn't afraid, that he'd accepted his fate with strong shoulders. But then, hadn't he spent the last seven minutes frozen in fear?
His father was the first to break, and after that the rest of the room fell apart. He crossed the room in two quick steps, nearly knocking Peeta over with the force of his embrace. Peeta stood there for a while, burying his face into his father's shoulder before he finally reached up to return the hug. His hand patted against the sobbing man's back softly, and he tried to make words that would soothe their broken souls. He couldn't think of anything that he would need to remind them of that would help them in his absence; he didn't do very much that they didn't, besides decorate most of the cakes, and even that was something that his father could handle with ease. He couldn't really tell them that it would be okay, either, since he knew for a fact that he wasn't coming back. He'd already made his decision. "I'm sorry this happened," he said finally, deciding it was the only safe thing that he could say. "Try not to watch when I.." Die.
And they lost it. Peeta thought that he wasn't going to be able to breathe again with the way he was being squeezed. He finally broke away from his father, and turned to walk into another wall of sorrow at the hands of both of his brothers at once. They hugged him together, and tried telling him how they thought that he could make it, if he made sure to do this, or remembered not to do that. He nodded, and tried making them think that he believed every word. When he stepped away from them, he looked at his mother, and was surprised to see that she was looking at a T.V. that was recapping the reaping. Katniss was being displayed when she finally spoke. "Who knows? Maybe District 12 will have a winner this year." When she looked at him, he was staring back at her with a look of astonishment, unable to understand how she could say such a thing. He'd never known her to believe in anything that he'd ever done, or tried to do, and here she was proposing that he himself could win the Hunger Games. Could she possibly be just as sad to see him go as his father and brothers were?
"She's a fighter that one."
He'd thought too soon. He couldn't think of anything to say back to her.
His family spent the next forty-five sitting with him in silence, suffering inside themselves as the clock ticked away the short time they had left.
Then, finally, the Peacekeepers came through the door, announcing that it was time for them to leave. Everyone in the room stood, shuffled through a final goodbye, then turned to leave. (insert cookie gift here xD im lazy)
Peeta sat back on the couch, and buried his head in his hands with a sigh. He hadn't even thought about the fact that he hadn't even gotten his full hour before the door opened again, and his next visitor came through. It was absolutely the last person he expected to see.
Gale took three steps inside the door before he stopped, apparently refusing to come any closer. There were tears in his eyes, a startling contrast to the look of rage, and discomfort that was etched into his face. He obviously didn't want to be standing there, prepared to say whatever it was he was planning to.
Peeta looked up at him, wondering what he and Katniss must have just talked about. "Hello Gale," he said, remaining seated.
Gale didn't return the greeting. He appeared to be struggling with something, taking his time with the battle between whether or not he actually wanted to be there, to be asking what he was. He nearly choked on his own tongue just to get it out, "Look-"
But Peeta already knew what he had in mind. "I'm not going to let her die, Gale." It was the first time in his life that he'd ever spoken to anybody like that, stern with an edge of hostility that could only come from their rivalry. Maybe the right word was 'envious.' Peeta would have given anything to live a day in Gale's shoes; to be able to see and talk to Katniss on a daily basis. Now he was only going to have a few more weeks to know her. "I'll do everything I can..."
"Good." Then whatever method Gale had been using to hold back his emotions finally failed him. As if a dam had been holding them back all day, the tears fell from his eyes with silent force. He didn't sob, or choke, or wail. He didn't even look like he'd noticed, though it had more of an impact on Peeta than his own father's tears had. Suddenly, in the breath of the darkest day of their lives, the two enemies were crying together over the threat of losing the only thing they shared.
Peeta finally stood from the couch, and crossed the room so that he could extend his hand towards Gale. The olive boy eyed it for a minute before reaching out to clasp it with his own hand, his gaze lifting to Peeta's with steely misery. "Thank you."
Then the Peacekeepers came to take him away, and Peeta was left to face his fears once again, though he didn't have the luxury of restraint this time.
The car ride to the train station was worse than anything he'd ever experienced in his life, which surprised him after the scene with his family at the Justice Building. The entire drive, all he could think about were the hundreds of dangers that waited for him that would prevent him from keeping Katniss alive. He must have seen her die in more ways than he'd ever thought possible during the short duration, and was it wasn't long at all before he gave in to the tears. Who was he to believe that he could even stand a chance against the other 23 tributes? That he would be able to keep Katniss safe? Sure, her hunting skills were a considerably bonus, but they were still only two people. It was going to be close to impossible. He needed to think up a plan, and fast.
But where was he going to get the time to do that? Already, they were arriving at the train station, where dozens of cameras were doing everything they could to make sure that he went blind before he even got into the arena.
Peeta wiped at his eyes quickly as he stepped out of the car, his eyes finding Katniss in the crowd. She was beautiful in her strength, and her defiance at being seen as anything but the determined young woman she was. Hell, she would have this thing in the bag. He at least was able to get a little hope out of that.
When he was directed to his room, he thought for sure that the Capitol had to be full of the craziest people on the planet. Even in his life of comfortability, and stability, he'd never seen a room that looked as nice as the one he was going to be allowed to sleep in. He took a shower in the bathroom provided, keeping in mind that Effie had them on a strict schedule for dinner, then went to the closet to put on the first thing he saw; he didn't want to bother with picking and choosing from a dozen different shirts.
He pulled the blue shirt over his head, trying not to think about the similarity between the color of the shirt, and the color of Gale's tears back at the Justice Building. Peeta shook his head quickly, and turned around to leave the room before he could scare himself any further.
He arrived before Katniss did, and sat in the chair that Effie suggested with a silent nod of approval.
