Post by josephmarshall on Mar 31, 2010 22:25:18 GMT -5
...Joseph Elliot Marshall*
*Are you hurt-ed, Wendy? *
[/size]*Are you hurt-ed, Wendy? *
...basics*
name Joseph Elliot Marshall
nickname Joey
age 17
gender Male
grade High School Junior
hometown Roseville, Minnesota, USA
sexuality Straight
personification Michael Nicholas Darling
...appearance*
hair color Dark blonde-light brown range
eye color Blue
build Lean
height 5’11”
clothing style A kinda messy, I-just-rolled-out-out-bed-put-jeans-on-and-here-I-am look
distinctive traits His eyes are always twinkling the little boy secrets.
...personal*
personality Joey is kind of loud and obnoxious. He often argues with his older brother Jeremiah, because of their personality differences. Joey is rather childish for being 17 and is sometimes caught doing strange things that, normally; 17 year old boys wouldn’t think to do, like checking under the bed for monsters.
When it comes to personal relationships, Joey is rather alone. Because of his obnoxious and sometimes offensive behavior, it is hard for him to find people that will put up with it for an extended period of time. At intervals, he is popular, as he can be likable and laid back, as well as funny, but the new friends die off as he comes to annoy or offend them. Because of his overly childish nature, he is too immature for a relationship. Although he does think some girls are pretty and kind, he has mixed emotions about them, his adolescent self and juvenile self wrestling internally
Joseph has always known about how he doesn’t fit in with people his age. At one moment, he may be terribly mature, yet the next, he may be slaying imaginary dragons and yelling curses into the crisp morning air. He was exceedingly popular at a young age and was looked to for planning adventures of all sorts. As he became less popular, he also became more a follower than a leader. He was discovered to have the terrible combination of ADHD, ADD and dyslexia when he was 9, and continues to work twice as hard, just to get by in school.
pastIn the summer of 1985, George Marshall of London, England was working as a bank manager’s assistant. He was told that a rather important client was coming in, and he was ordered to bring some tea to the meeting room. When he walked through the doors and to the table, he looked over at the client, to see a lovely young woman. So lovely, in fact, that he tripped on his loose shoe tie and spilled tea across the table and onto the front of the pretty girl’s dress. He fled from the room, embarrassed, and when the meeting was over, a lovely girl approached him in the lobby, a light brown stain down her white dress.
As it turns out, the girl was not angry for her spoiled dress. She rather thought it was sweet of how clumsy and embarrassed he had become, and thought also that George was a handsome young man. He asked for her name and she replied, “Mary Darling.”
After this time, they began to see each other and eventually, George proposed to Mary. They were married in a little country church north of London, in 1988. In December of 1989 they had their first child. A girl, named Angela Mary Marshall.
May 17th, 1991, Jeremiah Andrew Marshall was born to the happy couple. He was a quiet, almost thoughtful baby. He seemed very content and hardly cried.
It was about this time that George decided to move the family to America. So the Marshall’s packed and moved into downtown Roseville, Minnesota.
In 1993, on February 10th, Joseph Elliot Marshall was born. He was an interesting addition to the normally mellow family, with his loud, bouncy attitude. He constantly needed entertainment and attention.
present
"The sky is blue."
For some reason, the open acknowledgement of this fact made him smile.
A little girl looked up at him, her light green eyes much too wise for someone of her age, then over at the girl who had spoken.
"Of course it is. What other color would it be, dummy-head?"
The smaller girl looked a little ashamed, but nodded in agreement.
Ah, to have faith like a child. They didn't really question things, and they were very accepting. Even though Joey was 17 years old, and probably should not have been playing in the dirt with two little girls he didn't know, he felt calm and relaxed (except the teenage part of his brain that was begging him to stand up and find some normal people to hang out with). These were his friends. They understood him. Much better than people his age, anyway. The girl with the pretty green eyes and short brown hair was Maris, and the smaller girl was her cousin, Becca. Becca was unashamedly roly-poly, with wide blue eyes and white blonde hair lifted up into pigtails. The fact that she was rather chubby still, even though she had just turned 4, added to her adorable, naive air.
Maris and Becca lay on their backs on the green grass, their faces and dresses still streaked with dirt. Becca's tummy looked like a cute little fluffed out pillow as she held her breath, puckering her tiny pink lips at the sky, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Maris?" Joey asked, laying down beside the two.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think I'm too old to play with you?"
Maris rolled over and smiled at him.
"No, Joey. You're just right. You're fun. You let us crawl on you and lift us up so we can climb the tree. We like you, Joey. You aren't too old, because you're funner than a grown up man."
Joey grinned back at her and looked back at the sky, content again.
family FATHER: George Marshall
MOTHER: Mary Marshall
SISTER: Angela Marshall
BROTHER: Jeremiah Marshall
likes
1. People: will do nearly anything for friendship
2. Fencing: Real or pretend
3. Loud Music: pretty much anything, but mostly rap and R&B
4. Relationships: kind of
5. Physical Activity: mainly running, jumping, climbing, not necessarily sports
6. Adventure
dislikes
1. Darkness
2. Being alone
3. Relationships: kind of
4. Monsters
5. In-activity
fears
1. Rejection
2. Darkness
...literature*
book title Peter Pan
backstory Michael Nicholas Darling is the youngest of the three children in the Darling family. His age is four (eight to nine in the 2003 movie), but Barrie states in Peter and Wendy that he still wears pinafores, and on his next birthday he'll start wearing shirts. He is quite sensitive. He looks up to his older sister Wendy and he sometimes bickers with John, his older brother. In the novel 'Peter Pan in Scarlet' it is mentioned that Michael was lost (or rather died) in the War.
...roleplayer*
name Margaret (Mugs, if you prefer)
age 17
gender Female
rp experience A few years of minor roleplaying and short story writing
how you found ouac My friend Kara.
rp sample I opened my eyes slowly, squinting at the light and the crisp white walls. From the overpowering smell of medicated wipes and I.V.s, and the feel of the disposable, crinkly cloth underneath me, I gathered that I was in the hospital. I blinked, attempting to remember what had happened.
I soon recalled a bright flash of light, the screeching of tires and several horns honking all at once. The sound of glass shattering and metal bending and snapping around the frame of another car echoed through my ears.
I flexed my fingers, expecting pain to go shooting up my arm. After all, it had been imbedded with glass shards from the windshield. Strangely, I felt no pain. Encouraged, I sat up, feeling as if I had just woken up from a nice sleep.
I smiled to myself and I swung my legs over the side of the hospital bed, standing easily. I vaguely wondered where my family was, so I walked carefully out of the room and down the hall.
I found it rather odd that none of the doctors or nurses stopped me. A girl in a hospital gown walking around on a whim. I thought it convenient, however.
That is, until I turned to ask a nurse where my mother was. She rudely ignored me and I stomped back to the room, quite irritated.
I stopped just outside, upon hearing my name.
"-and as long as you keep the medicine down, we'll let you go. You're a pretty lucky girl, Melanie. You'll be just fine."
I was rather confused as to why the doctor was speaking to me through the door. I stepped farther in to find my parents and a kind looking doctor turned towards my bed. I leaned to the side a bit and what I saw, made me fall to my knees, shocked.
Laying in the hospital bed, bruised and tattered, but awake and cheerful was me.
But how could I be looking at myself? I was right here. But there in the bed was a girl exactly my size, light blonde hair, brown eyes, even the shape of her face was the same. It was as if I was looking in a mirror. But I wasn't.
"Um, Mom? I'm over here."
My mother didn't turn around.
I came closer, reached out and touched her shoulder. She ignored me, as if she hadn't felt it.
This made me angry, so I went to stand in front of her. Her eyes stared through me. My eyes prickled with frustrated and angry tears. I had just been in a car accident. Did my parents not care about me? I turned to my father, his brown eyes filled with concern.
"Daddy, why won't Mom talk to me?"
He didn't respond.
I took a deep breath and yelled, hoping to attract their attention. They did nothing, and tears began to flow freely down my face. I heard a soft chuckling, and it nearly stopped my heart. It was my laugh. I turned away from the blank faces for my parents, to glance at the girl laying where I should be. I stared at her, hating her for capturing my parents attention. At first, I believed she could not see me either, but she turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were focused right into mine, intelligently staring at me, knowing I was there and who I was. She smiled softly, in an almost threatening way and her eyes turned a sick yellow, before a pure, hollow black.
I screamed.
