Post by LIAM HENDERSON on Nov 6, 2011 14:00:05 GMT -5
...Liam Andrew Henderson*
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...basics*
name Liam Andrew Henderson
nickname No nickname, just Liam. His grandmother calls him Andy, though.
age 22
gender Male
grade Barrie Sophmore
hometown Los Angeles, California
sexuality Bi-sexual, with a preference towards males. HOWEVER. He is not "flaming", doesn't have that lisp, or have an over-abundance of femininity.
personification Little Red Riding Hood
status Dormant
face claim FRANK IERO. ALL THERE BBY <3
...appearance*
hair color Black, sometimes faded to a dark brown
eye color Hazel, though that's not a great explination for them. They have a dark rim of brown around the edge, and a burst of a brownish green in the middle, with brown flares around the pupil. Honestly? He quite likes his eyes.
build Slender, without being scrawny. He doesn't have a ripped body, nor is he rail thin. He enjoys sweets, and foods. Sometimes his weight fluxuates, but a little bit of walking and the pounds shed off pretty quick.
height Short. Really. He's 5'4".
clothing style Pretty much whatever is comfortable. Sometimes if he's in a decent mood, he'll dress it up a bit. But for the most part he prefers jeans and hoodies.
distinctive traits Liam has a mass amount of tattooes. Bookworm and Halloween on his knuckles, various tattooes on his back and chest, and up his arms. It would take forever to count and explain them all, so enjoy if you manage to get a glance.
...personal*
personality
Curious. Liam asks a lot of questions. He doesn't fire them off in rapid succession, but he's not afraid to ask about something he's wondering. Also with his curiousity, he tends to wander off a lot. Take shortcuts, and discover new routes. But he's directionally challanged, so he tends to get lost. Thank god for cellphone GPS and Jamie.
Playful. Not so much with strangers, but when he has friends that he feels completely at ease around, chances are he'll poke and pinch. Try to initiate a game of tag, or chicken, or something else strange. He doesn't really have that 'that's not a good idea' filter in his brain, so he's the sort of person that's willing to try anything once.
Oblivious. All the signs could be pointing at one particular answers, and he won't even see it. Sometimes people mistake this for being stubborn, and despite his apparent book-smartness, he tends to not really completely understand something unless it's said right there for him. That, or it takes him quite a while to come up to the conclusion.
Creative. He tries to keep this on the downlow, but he enjoys playing guitar. He doesn't like to play for anyone else though. He usually does it when he's stressed out, or to wind down from a day of school. He doesn't like the idea of being asked to play for a band, or for a crowd. He's not one for the spotlight.
Shy. Around strangers, he's a bit shy. Even though he'll ask what he wants to, he's not so quick to open up to others. He tends to literally shy away from them: hunch his shoulders, hands in pocket, look away. He's also a bit jumpy, due to his former home life. Sudden movements from strangers will usually make him jump out of his skin. It's different once he's comfortable with someone.
Moderately quiet. Some people think he doesn't talk, but he doesn't see the point in filling air with useless chatter. If there's something he wants to say, he'll say it. If he doesn't feel like talking, he won't do that either. He'll respond with shrugs, glances, and facial expressions. That being said, when he does get to talking, he is easily exciteable, and sometimes can be quite loud.
past
Liam was a relitively happy child when it came to school. He completed his work assignments, always helped out the teachers, and picked up a student if they tripped or fell on the playground. He took naps when he was supposed to, and never minded sharing his toys or games. He always did it with a smile, even if he didn't talk very much.
But almost like a switch, when the school bus dropped him off at the end of his street, his demenor always changed. He knew that if he walked too fast, he'd be rushing into the cruel arms of the hell that lie in that house. But if he walked too slow, he'd be in trouble and accused of not coming straight home. He mastered the perfect timing of walking just inbetween the time frame. Not too fast, and not too slow. But no matter how early or late he arrived at the house, it was always the same, horrible story.
When that door opened, he was always greeted with the same thing: a drunk mother and a roaring stepfather. He'd be screamed at for not doing the dishes before he left, or leaving a toy out in sight. His step-father was usually the aggressor and if he had alcohol on his breath it was always worse. No matter what the case may be, and Mark never hesitated to lie--Liam was always sent to his room, nursing a new bruise or cut. Many times, he hadn't been allowed dinner and would have to creep out in the middle of the night to grab a poptart or a snack to stop the agonizing pain in his little stomach.
This routine carried throughout elementary school, middle school, and even into his early years of high school. Unfortunately, it all came crashing down his sophmore year. It was a particularly brutal night. He came home after a soccer game, only to see his mother on the floor, cowering from the aggrivated beast of a man. The woman looked battered and bruised; and even though she had never tried to stop Mark from going after Liam--she was his mother.
Liam rushed into action, beating his step-father away from his mother. But the man was large, powerful and very, very drunk. He left Liam with a broken, bloody nose, one eye swollen shut, and fractured ribs. That wasn't the extent of the damage, though. Mark had also bestowed hurtful, cruel words on the young man. And after all the lights went out, Liam couldn't take the silence and darkness of his room. He climbed out his window with his injured body, slipping and sliding along the roof until he stood on the ledge of the two story home.
He teetered, and stared at the ground. He thought of everything. His best friend, his mother, the father that had never been there, and the "father" that he had been stuck with. The smiling boy no longer smiled, and he felt peace when the wind rushed his skin. But the feeling of pain of his body hitting the lawn wasn't relief. Only when he faded to blackness, did he finally smile.
Unfortunately, Liam awoke in a sterile, clinical hospital. Bandages around his head, and a tube down his throat. He felt his heart shatter. After this, he knew things at home would be worse than ever. But his mother, nor Mark ever visited him for the week he was in the hospital. They didn't ever show up for the following weeks where he underwent psychological evaluation. The only visitor he ever had, was his best friend, Jamie. Jamie had been with him, every step of the way. And served as an almost painful reminder of what Liam had almost left behind.
He quickly learned from Jamie that Liam was no longer in the custody of his parental units. His grandmother, Jenny, had willingly taken over ward of the young boy. His mother's mother, Grandma Jen had always been the one person in Liam's life that never let him down. The weekends he use to spend with her were the most peaceful, and joyful. She always had cookies, and homemade bread waiting for him every morning. No matter how messed up his life seemed, Grandma Jen was always there for him. And now she was coming through at the most painful time in his life.
When he was released from the hospital, he was police escorted into his home. He packed as much as he could in his two duffel bags; and grabbed his favorite red hoodie that had seen better days. And with that, he left the House of Hell and left to start his new life in New York City.
present
He was sixteen when he moved to New York with Grandma Jen. It was strange, and bizzare--and extremely difficult to be away from his only friend. Being the new kid at Baum Academy wasn't easy. He was already different, and it didn't help him too much with fitting in. The next two years of his school life had been quite miserable.
But it was made better just around his eighteenth birthday, just as he was graduating from Baum. He received an excited phonecall from Jamie, telling him that he was out of the Foster Care system, and was on his way to New York where Grandma Jen had offered him a place to stay. It was strange to see his best friend again after a few years. They had kept in contact through phone calls and emails, but it was still bizzare. Nice though. Liam wouldn't have to be alone in New York anymore.
Liam is now twenty-two years old. Grown up from the frightened teenager that he use to be, he's a little more settled into his skin. However, he remains closed off from the world and shut in. The only person that gets to be let in is Jamie; but almost like a double edges sword--Jamie's presense is making Liam want to go out into the world, explore, and make new friends as well.
family
Mother - Katheryn Hannah Depper - 45
Father - Unknown
Step-Father - Mark Samuel Depper, 48
Grandmother - Jenny Katheryn Henderson, 73
likes
-Jamie. He's been Liam's best friend since elementary school. And as they got older, and he discovered Liam's home situation, he'd try and be a buffer against Liam's step-father. It almost never worked, but at least he tried.
-His Red Hoodie. Liam almost never goes anywhere witout this thing. Even if it's just tucked into his bag, it's much like a security blanket for him.
-Snacks. Mostly cookies, and other sweets. He didn't get them much often living with his mother and step-father. The best ones were always the ones that Grandma Jen made.
-Soccer. He preffered it over most of the other sports. And it gave him a decent reason to be away from home for as long as he could.
-Guitar. He plays mostly for himself, and usually had to play unplugged if Mark was home. But his Grandmother enjoys hearing him play. So far, the only ones that have heard him play are her, and Jamie. Though he usually stops playing atound Jamie when he notices he's being watched.
-Grandma Jen. This woman has always been there for Liam. She feels some regret due to the fact that she didn't get him out of the situation sooner, but he never blames her. She's one of the only people in the world that never hurt him, or made him feel like an outsider.
dislikes
-Mark. This man is the devil incarnated. And not only does Liam hate him with every fiber of his being, he's terrified of the man.
-Clingy People. Jamie is probably the only person that's allowed to cling to him. Actually--with Liam's directionally challanged quirk--he's damn near helpful. Regardless, anyone else who's too clingy and forceful to Liam often get a frosty reaction.
-Sour or Spicey Food. Sweets please! He doesn't like sour things, yet it's quite comical to sneak Liam something spicey and watch him panic for milk or bread.
-Getting Lost. You'd be pretty surprised how often this happens. He tries to take detours and shortcuts, mostly to explore or to get there faster. But he often gets lost, and has to call Jamie for help, or directions.
-Obvious Answers. This also happens quite a lot. He tends to not notice clues and hints unless someone outright tells him. He's booksmart, and despite his former situation--always maintained good grades. So, it's quite funny how oblivious he can be to more obvious things.
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...literature*
book title Little Red Riding Hood
backstory So basically, there's this chick right? Cute as a button kid, wears a red riding hood. And her mom, like a dumbass is all, 'HAY. Go take this shit to Granny'. You know. In the middle of the freaking night. So, of course Red goes. But like the little dumbass she is, she decides to take a shortcut where she meets this icky wolf or whatever and tells him where she's heading. Dumbass, right?
Anyway, the wolf distracts her ass. Goes to Granny. Has Grandma A'La Mode, and cross dresses in old lady clothes to wait for Red. Now, there's several versions of this. But basically, Red goes there and thinks her Grandma has lepracy or some shit and starts commenting how her Grandma looks different. RUDE. Either way, the wolf eats her too or whatever.
Then big hunkin' woodsman comes and saves little red, and they fill up the wolf's stomach with rocks, and when he's thirsty, he falls in the convient body of water and drowns. RUUUUDDDEEEEEEEEE.
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