Post by LOGAN WEBSTER on May 28, 2012 22:59:17 GMT -5
...Logan Allen Webster*
*It isn’t respectable to beg.*
[/size]*It isn’t respectable to beg.*
...basics*
name Logan Allen Webster
nickname
age twenty
gender male
grade barrie freshman (for the second time of his life)
hometown York, United Kingdom
sexuality hetero
personification white king
statusdormant
face claim kellan lutz
...appearance*
hair color blonde
eye color blue
build slim but muscular.
height 6'1"
clothing style very casual; shorts and a t-shirt most of the time.
distinctive traits He only bites the nail of his right thumbnail.
...personal*
personality
It's a surprise that Logan made it to college, considering he has to be one of the dumbest people in the entire world. It's not a surprise that he had to retake his freshman year. Logan is the kid who nearly failed preschool and kindergarten, but yet somehow has managed to go into Barrie University. He's a pretty face, but he has nothing in his head except idle nothings.
Logan is a very literal person. He takes everything just the way it's said. Sarcasm is lost on him, and figurative meanings are non-existent. He has a tendency to say very odd things and then do them. If he says he is going to eat hay, he will eat hay. If you tell him to break a leg, he'll want to know why you wish such a terrible thing on him, and if you try to say that it means good luck, he'll insist that you actually want him to break one of his legs.
However, Logan is a kind man, and his dream is to foster cats until they are able to be adopted. He doesn't want to own a cat, because he doesn't want to get extremely attached and then lose it when it dies, but if he fosters them, he is able to have a cat without the heartbreak. That's his philosophy at least. Logan doesn't drink, which is probably a good thing because the choices he would make would be atrocious.
past
*EARLY CHILDHOOD
Logan's early childhood was spent in York, a beautiful walled city in the United Kingdom. He had lots of friends, a loving family, and his family owned lots of cats. His love for cats came from his family. He always had a cat when he was growing up, and can't really imagine his life without one. Many people believed Logan was a challenged kid because he had trouble with basic math and even though he had real friends, preferred to play with his imaginary friends.
*LATE CHILDHOOD
Late in his childhood, around the beginning of his teenage years, Logan decided that he was going to get rid of his imaginary friends. It took him a while, much like how it would take someone to quit smoking, but finally after three times, he managed to stop his silly daydreams that included silly rabbits and smiling cats. He turned into a normal teenager, worrying more about zits and a girlfriend than having imaginary friends. Logan was happy, carefree, and he discovered that real friends could be more fun than imaginary ones.
*HIGH SCHOOL
Logan went through high school with minimal bumps and bruises. He dated girls, he played football, and he barely passed every class he took. Sometime his freshman year he learned about a foreign exchange program. Logan applied, wondering what America would be like. When he was accepted, the excited Logan learned he was absolutely terrified of flying. Arriving in America was uneventful, and he quickly settled into the New York City style of life. He passed his sophomore year, and, after great consideration, decided to stay in America for the rest of his high school career. After he graduated, he decided he liked America too much to leave, and so now he is staying permanently in New York City.
present
Logan came to New York his sophomore year in high school. He came on a foreign exchange student program, and then loved America so much he decided to move there. He hated the plane ride, and so he refuses to fly back to England to see his family. Sometimes they fly over to New York to see him, but most of the time they just Skype or talk on the phone.
As always, Logan hates school, but he onl continues to go because his family agreed to pay for the first four years of his schooling. Once those four years are up, Logan is probably going to drop out of school... if he can ever get past his gen ed courses. He has a boring, dreadful job of being a cashier, and he doesn't even know the name of where he works. He just knows where it is, and that he needs to scan items, collect money, and give change back. That is how much Logan does not care for his job. He's been working at the same place since he was a junior in high school, and he could not tell you anything except that he scans items, takes money, and gives back change.
family
PARENTS AND SIBLINGS
Cal Webster ; 46. father. brick layer.
Gloria Webster ; 42. mother. seamstress.
Amber Sanders ; 22. sister.
likes
cats.
watching animal planet.
hanging out with friends.
rain.
dancing.
dislikes
airplanes.
ships.
ocean.
sharks.
schoooool!
other notes
...literature*
book title through the looking glass
backstory uhhh.
The White King doesn't interact with Alice as much as the White Queen, but he is known to be a very literal person. He sends all the horses and men to try to put Humpty Dumpty back together again, and he is always playing catch-up with the White Queen. He is put into check by the clumsy Red Knight, but is later rescued by an even-clumsier White Knight. Not much else is known about the White King.
...roleplayer*
name jacque!
age sweet sixteen.
gender i have a vagina kthx.
rp experience going on nine years, brahh.
how you found ouac internet, duh?(;
rp sample because dani wanted to read it? iunnoo.
Damn her awkward features. If it weren't for them, she would have lived a normal life; playing with other foals, learning proper social behavior, living in a herd, loving and having foals.
But her features were horrifying; she was just a reject of mixed breeds. She got everything wrong. Her head didn't know whether to bulge or dip, and it was also tiny, and looked even smaller compared to her bulkiness, her nose was a small roman nose- but even that wasn't the proper roman nose-, and her legs decided to keep their foal-like look; long and spindly.
It shouldn't have stopped her. But it did; for some reason her parents hated what she was becoming, and left her like she was taken out trash. It hurt her, deeply, terribly. And now, here she was, trying to undo the wrongfulness of her path, and still not succeeding.
The Arabian looked deep in thought. Was that how all horses were? That's how they always looked when she passed by them... Did they all have trouble /now/? or did they all have troubles in the past?
She shook head back and forth, riding her mind of the stupid thoughts. Her large, odd-shaped ears were pinned flat against her head, then relaxed, kind of, to the side, as she became once again weary of the mare.
Suddenly the Arabian before her whipped her head around and tensed as the brush rustled. Vasudha flinched, recoiling, taking two or four quick steps back into the safety before returning cautiously out. Light brown eyes met dark brown eyes, as the mare before her finished with her run-down of her own build and met her gaze for the first time. She must have looked like a pitiful sight, looking like an old nag when she was naught but four.
The Arabian relaxed, and when she expected a disgusted curl of the lip, she got in return, a smile. Not a fake, I'm-so-sorry-for-you smile. Not a I'll-pretend-to-like-you smile. A real, honestly true smile. It made Vasudha crack out a hesitant grin, her lips peeling back uncertainly to expose a little bit of white.
Vasudha loved the mare's eyes. They were so kind, but underneath there was an underlying pain. Something had hurt her. Something in the past; something, someone, someones? She shrugged it off; she'd learn later, and if she didn't, then it really wasn't her business to meddle in another equine's past.
"Well hello there," came the soft voice as the Arabian greeted her.
The dark brown mare flinched again, but recovered more quickly this time. She was so jumpy. Why was she so jumpy? The tone had been kind, polite, as well. Why had she flinched?
Vasudha lowered her head a bit. "H-hello..." she replied, her voice trailing of in a decrescendo. What did she say? How did she act? What does she do? Why didn't she know?
The Arabian smiled, turning her body towards Vasudah with interest. "I'm Hester," she offered. It was a small victory for Vasudah, who had never known the kindness of another equine.
In truth, she hadn't expected a name this fast. But, it would help friendship and trust, right? Then again, it could be used against each other.
She debated on answering the question. It seemed like eternity before she replied, although it was probably only a few minutes.
"Vasudha..." She told the Arabian, her voice once again trailing off with her trademark uncertainty.
The other mare didn't seem like much of a talker, but that was fine with her. She wasn't really a talker either. She liked to get straight to the point, without extra information. Random babbles weren't exactly her thing... usually. Right now, it was a random babble. A conversation when none was needed, when none was expected. Just a random babble, just a time filler.
