Post by kate on Feb 11, 2010 0:47:50 GMT -5
...cory patrick henderson*
*to die would be an awfully big adventure*
[/size]*to die would be an awfully big adventure*
...basics*
name Cory Patrick Henderson
nickname Cory
age Seventeen
gender Male
grade Junior in HS
hometown New York, New York
sexuality Straight (if a little apathetic in that category)
reincarnate Peter Pan
...appearance*
hair color Red
eye color Blue
build Athletic and wiry
height About 5'9"
clothing style Jeans and tshirts, mostly things loose and comfy. Cory doesn't really care about fashion--he's more the type that sniffs his laundry to see if it's clean, and then just throw whatever smells decent on. Kind of a slob, his clothes get dirty and ripped up easily but he never bothers replacing them. He's an adventurous kid who has better things to do with his time than shop for clothes.
distinctive traits His red hair and freckles make Cory look eternally youthful. His laugh sounds like bells (cliche? Oh, Peter Pan...) and he has a very active imagination that he doesn't mind sharing with others.
...personal*
personality Cory is surprisingly enigmatic for being such an egotistical, attention loving asshole.
To start off, he's kind of twitchy. Not physically, mind you, though it is hard for him to sit still. Cory has an imagination that races at a mile a minute, and he can talk just as fast. He uses his hands a lot when he's talking or excited, more often than not they're sliding through his hair. Consequently, Cory's hair is puffy a lot of the time, which is pretty funny to see on a red head. But his funny little habits aside, Cory is a rather excitable fellow. He's constantly thinking up games and activities even at his age. A lot of people find him childish and a little naive, but Cory seems blissfully unaware of this.
Because of this naivete, Cory doesn't hold back from hogging the spot light. He loves fighting for attention, but gets really upset when people ignore him. He'll do most anything to get people to notice him (within his modest, childish limits, that is), and when that doesn't work, Cory hardly knows what to do with himself. He isn't one for deep introspection or thought and thus doesn't like to keep his own company. If he's not surrounded by people, he's so lost.
So far it seems pretty straight forward. Cory seems like childish, naive, and a bit of an attention-whore. But see, this is where it gets a little funny. You'd expect him to be pretty out-there, with no commitments or discipline. What you wouldn't expect is for this willy-nilly kind of guy to be state champion of the 2010 fencing tournament. So there is obviously some part of Cory that is dedicated and committed, at least enough to train hard and master the foil. I know, I was surprised, too. Especially when you add in the fact that Cory has zero respect for authority, is fearless to the point of stupidity, and gets incredibly angry when things don't go his way. He's certainly a handful.
Or a tool.
But Cory still has something lovable about him that people manage to tolerate him at the very least. He is an incredibly fun person to be around, so long as he gets to play boss and you give him enough attention. Sort of like a golden retriever. He's an impossibly loyal and caring friend, and will do anything to protect the ones he loves. Platonic-love, that is... Cory doesn't pay much attention to girls "in that way" though he has had a couple of girlfriends before. They were the ones who broke it off with him, though, as he never "went far enough." (Cory: "Psssh, whatever that means.")
past So every good adventurer needs a trust sidekick, right? Or a few? That's what Cory always assumed, and he wasn't picky about genders. Girls didn't have cooties to him. In fact, he didn't know he was supposed to even think that. So it was no surprise that his two best friends growing up were girls. Lucy and Elysia were his number one partners in crime--they did everything together. Cory was the leader, of course, making up games in the park and leading them on "adventures" that theirs parents quite usually disapproved of. But that charming smile Cory had, and his cute little freckles and bright blue eyes won the hearts of mothers everywhere, so it was relatively easy to get out of trouble.
His laugh was like a "get out of jail free" card.
He could get away with stuff like that in childhood. Pranks and spontaneous "explorer days" were cute when they were little, but maybe a little exasperating as they grew up. And it seemed like Lucy and Elysia grew up without him. While they matured into more cultured and age-appropriate pastimes, Cory was eager to go scavenger hunting in Central Park, or playing hide and seek in Times Square. He didn't quite understand that his over-active imagination was tiresome to most people, and he could sometimes even see the exasperation in his friend's faces.
So they went to middle school. Pretty much THE time of raging hormones, Cory was so confused. He didn't necessarily find the whole physical attraction that big a deal, instead preferring to make friends and hang out with girls. The girlfriends that he'd managed to have found him boring and were convinced he was gay because he never tried anything with them. Honestly, Cory just never really cared. He still hung out with Elysia and Lucy, but never confessed his confusion over the whole ordeal.
A little worried about their son, Cory's parents figured they needed him to release some of his energy somehow, so that he might start acting like a maturing, normal boy instead of a six-year-old trapped in a fourteen-year-old's body. They signed him up for a prestigious fencing academy, where, surprisingly, Cory showed potential. He was a natural at the sport, and took to it immediately, becoming better and more fluid in the motions with each hour he practiced. At least it was a way to keep him occupied.
present Enter modern day, high school. Cory's a junior now, and pretty much hasn't changed. He's still imaginative and restless, and watches cartoons on Saturday mornings. And still, he hangs out with Lucy and Elysia, though he's noticed Lucy is growing increasingly... what, bitter? around Elysia. He can't really explain it.
He's too busy with his fencing tournaments to really notice anyway. Cory trains hard for each bout and usually comes out on top. Recently, he took the state championship title, an honor to say the least. Yeah. He's that good.
Academically speaking, Cory doesn't care about schoolwork. Most of the time in class is spent daydreaming about various adventures and games and trying to figure out how this whole "social" thing was supposed to work. He had many friends and was popular enough so it wasn't like he was some loner. He was obviously doing something right. But the real question was... did he wasn't to sacrifice his playful personality for the sake of the social ladder? Youth and boyishness came so naturally to Cory, is was nearly unimaginable.
And for Cory, that is saying something.
likes Fencing
Exploring
Games
Laughing
Being the center of attention/being bossy
The pan flute (who knew?)
Crocodiles
Bangarang
Flying/air travel
dislikes Being ignored
Hormones
Guns
History
Practicality
Carrots
other notes If you don't see the parallels between Cory and Peter Pan, I am shocked. Oi vey, what a stupid little boy he is. *face palm*
...literature*
book title Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie
backstory Peter Pan is the main character of the similarly titled book by J.M. Barrie. He is a mischievous boy from Neverland, the realm of dreams and impossibilities that is said to vary between each imaginer. He is consider the ruler (?) of Neverland, and most everyone there loves him--the lost boys, the fairies, the mermaids etc.
However, there is one man and his subsequent band of followers who hates Peter Pan, one Captain James Hook. Ages ago Peter cut off Hook's right hand and fed it to a crocodile in a fit of good sport, and Hook has vowed revenge on Peter since then.
A fitting quote from the book that describes both Peter and Cory:"I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg!"
...roleplayer*
name Kate
age I'll be 18 in 10 days!
gender La femme
rp experience About 7 years by now
how you found ouac Through the painful and 24+hour labor of STS giving birth to her baby, OUAC
rp sample Taken from Andy Laurent on Shoulder The Sky
sit back relax||sit back relapse againAndy walked away from the window when he saw Jordan and Rhet come in the house, and stepped over to sit on his bed. He pulled a hand gently through his hair and calmed himself down a little. He didn't need them freaking out over him and his lack of activity lately, or at least, the lack of activity involving them. He got his act together, and was about ready to face them in all their awesome, when Andy heard something ominous on the stairs.
Standing from the edge of his bed slowly, Andy turned his head toward the jiggling handle of his door. Instantly a tall, curly-haired figure came sprinting into his room, tackling him to his bed and immediately began to assault him.
Well, tickle him, anyway.
Andy bellowed rather stupidly, and before he had time to really react (not that his reflexes were in supreme condition right now, anyway) Rhet had pinned his wrists with one hand, and was tickling the hell out of him with the other. Andy screamed, laughed and swore at his best friend, arching his back to try and throw off the bigger boy. "Rhet!" Andy screamed as the curly haired one glared mockingly down at him, "do you realize how KINKY this is?! GET OFF ME!" Andy finally pushed him off and quickly grabbed the pillow from the head of his bed, and began plainly beating Rhet about his head and neck.
Was it bad that he was out of breath after that? Andy felt like some old man who couldn't handle to even walk up the stairs. This was not good. Trying to catch his breath, Andy smirked at Rhet, who in turn gave him a creepy look. He was serious--there was obviously some big talk they were gonna have later, as Rhet was playing Mother Hen again. Andy tried to pass it off with a laugh and blew him a kiss, but really, wasn't he just so helpless as to let Rhet baby him like this?
Wasn't that why he invited them over in the first place?
Getting to his feet, Andy nodded at Rhet. Yeah, downstairs was kind of littered with bottles and cans and generally made for a booze hound's paradise. He went downstairs to find Jordan slumped on the counter top, and Andy frowned. He walked into the kitchen and patted him on the back, then reached over and took the last swig out of a bottle of room temperature burgundy. He tossed it into the garbage and leaned over Jordan again, sort of perpendicularly laying across his back. "Heeeey hot stuff," he slurred, drumming his fingers on Jordan's back (if only to piss him off/cheer him up), "whatsa matter with you?"
