Post by SIMON ATWOOD on Nov 6, 2012 11:59:54 GMT -5
...simon timothy atwood*
*Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.*
[/size]*Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.*
...basics*
name...[/b][/size] Simon Timothy Atwood.
nickname...[/b][/size] Everyone at school, friends or foes, knows him as Tootles, for his past of running away and never really committing to anything.
age...[/b][/size] Eighteen.
gender...[/b][/size] Male.
grade...[/b][/size] Senior.
occupation...[/b][/size] Simon can't sit still long enough to even fill out an application.
hometown...[/b][/size] NYC.
sexuality...[/b][/size] Love is love.
personification...[/b][/size] Tootles.
status...[/b][/size] Dormant.
face claim...[/b][/size] Dylan O'Brien.[/blockquote]
...appearance*
physical...[/b][/size] Simon is extraordinarily average for his age. He's never been one to stay dedicated to a sport, so he isn't buff or muscly by any means. If anything, he's more on the scrawny side. He has deep brown eyes and dark hair.
clothing style...[/b][/size] Most days, he couldn't give two craps about what he looks like. A simple jeans and a t-shirt is more than enough for him. Again, he's never cared for sports or extracurriculars, so there's no fancy letterman jacket anywhere to be seen in his closet. Hoodies are his specialty by far. Winter is his favorite because that's when his mass collection can be brought out.
defining traits...[/b][/size] There isn't anything that particular about his appearance that makes him stand out, other than his dimples. He's been through a variety of phases that all included changing his hair drastically. Yes, one of those phases included a mohawk. And yes, there was a phase where he dyed his hair various colors. He's outgrown all of those image alterations now, but a part of him will always be that little angsty adolescent.[/blockquote]
...personal info*
personality...[/b][/size] Class clown doesn't come close to describing Simon. He's goofy, sarcastic, and will joke around with anyone, regardless of who they are. Sometimes it can be completely misinterpreted, and that gets him into trouble. But that's life. He's friendly and a giant sweetheart, but he has problems committing to things, whether it be plans to hang out with friends or relationships or extracurriculars. He's forgetful and scatterbrained, so don't even bother getting him to "save the date" for anything. He does things when he pleases, as he pleases. He's kind of everything.
If he would agree to see a profressional about it, he'd probably get diagnosed with ADHD but his parents aren't the type to force him to do things he doesn't want to do, even if it is his dad's dream for him to follow in his footsteps and become a huge football star. His grades aren't the best, but according to his English teacher, "he has such potential to be bright, if only he'd apply himself a tad more." He's a good guy, just a little rough around the edges, but isn't everyone if you look close enough? Simon doesn't care about school at all, and he's probably broken some world record for number of detentions in a single school year. He can be stubborn and independent, always wanting to do everything for himself with no help at all. Everything he feels, he feels passionately. There's never a happy medium for him.
life until now...[/b][/size] Born and raised in the big apple, Simon "Tootles" Atwood was basically your average kid. He loved video games; he loved being outside; he loved adventure. His parents are still happily married, and for being an only child, he has always been well taken care of. In fact, for a lot of kids, perhaps his life would be envied. But he doesn't see it that way. His yearn for independence and freedom has made him run away on several different occasions, even if it never lasted long. He didn't do it to be rebellious, nor did he do it to hurt or worry anyone. If he had, he wouldn't have shown up to class a few days later, only to be escorted to the guidance counselor's office right away to discuss any problems he might have at home. Of course there were none, but he had no reasonable explanation for running away.
The first time Simon did it was freshman year. He had been staying at a friend's house for an entire weekend, but when it came time for him to go back home Sunday night to prepare for the following day of school, he just didn't show. He was found in the middle of night, strolling around Central Park as if it were the middle of day. Since that point, he had ran away more times than he could keep track of, though "running away" sounded so negative to him. He likes to view it as adventuring, and taking a break from the normal. It seemed after the fourth or fifth time, the severity of it wore off. His parents seemed to trust him enough to come back, or to not get in any trouble. That isn't to say it's not heartbreaking for them. They've just learned to accept and respect what he wants to do.
the present...[/b][/size] Simon is currently a senior in high school. It's a miracle that he hasn't gotten held back, with all the class-skipping he has done throughout the years and he's still on schedule to graduate on time. There's no highschool sweetheart for him either, though he's pretty sociable and manages to find a niche in almost every group there is. He's had girlfriends in the past, but none of them really worked out. He's pretty one of a kind, and can be a handful. Being a giant goof and prankster gets him a long way with a lot of people and friends, but he's not really too close with anyone. His self is his best friend, because he can trust himself not to slow him down. His time at home is becoming further and farther between. A few more months, and he can be done with school so he can start traveling the world and see all there is to see along the way.
Despite obviously not being completely satisfied with what his home, his parents are still supportive of him. Since he's turned 18 and technically a legal adult, they give him more freedom now more than ever. He just comes and goes with the wind, with no particularly rhyme or reason for any of it. One day he'll be in class, completely motivated to write a 10-page Physics paper, but the next he'd much rather be divulging in his plan to climb the Empire State building or see how far he can walk around Central Park with holding his breath. Nothing he ever does makes much sense, but he still finds friends wherever he goes.
other notes...[/b][/size] anything about your character that doesn’t fit anywhere else? [/blockquote]
IMPORTANT:
‣ He isn't as much of a freak as I just made him seem like.
‣ He loves video games, chocolate, and animals.
‣ His favorite place in the city is Central Park.
‣ And he never ceases to discover new things about it.
‣ He has no clue what he wants to be "when he grows up".
‣ He's seen a shrink half of one time, walking out in the middle of the session and never looking back.
‣ He loves finding people that are willing to adventure and do crazy things with him.
‣ He's never been to a school dance.
‣ His favorite color is orange.
‣ Lastly, he has no comprehension of personal space. So beware~
...literature*
title... Peter Pan.
backstory... Tootles, of J.M. Barrie's classic Peter Pan, is a Lost Boy. He wears the hide of skunk, and appears to be the runt of the group. He partakes in shooting the "Wendybird" down, with high encouragement from Tinkerbell, only to get chastised by Peter. He's a pretty minor character, with not much development. He's rather clumsy in the book, and often misses adventures by minutes, though he desperately wants to participate in them.
...the roleplayer*
tell us about you...[/b][/size] hola mocha cola! my name is taylor. i'm eighteen years old, and i'm currently living in orlando, florida. dani showed me this beautiful forum annnnd i have been rping since 2008 (holy moly literally my eyes are bulging at the realization it's been four years). PS: four years of this and i still haven't learn to not write apps while i'm half asleep. meh. i'm so sorry if this is horrible. PPS: i'm a psych major sooooo my love for craziness kind of bleeds through in rp. meh. [/blockquote]
...writing*
writing sample/freestyle...[/b][/size]
A/N: This is from an AU Once Upon A Time Plot I'm doing with one of my friends, just so
His feet are stuck. The roots keep magically appearing from the ground to keep hold his feet down were growing thorns, as an extra barrier to keep him from escaping. The Queen hesitates, if only to look back at the anguish plastered on his face. Her laughter echoes through the entire maze then suddenly, FLASH. Her face became Grace's, pleading and begging for him to come back. It's time for their tea. And he is late. He is oh, so late. She needs to be put to bed. She needs fresh dinner; needs new clothes; needs better toys. She's saying she doesn't need anything. She just wants him back. But he is still stuck and now she has forgotten. FLASH. She found someone else. A better family in Storybrooke. She is happier, taken care of. She has all the toys she desired. She is beautiful. She is privileged. FLASH. The curse is broken. He finds her. She chooses her other family, the one who stayed. Grace's mother looks at him with a smirk. Her face is morphing into Regina's. Then starts the maniacal laughter as she scoops Grace in her arms and carries her away. He tries chasing after her, but the roots are back, sprouting up from the concrete in the middle of the street. The thorns pierce his skin as he tries fighting against them. He has lost.
"GRACE! NO! PLEASE!" Jefferson shot straight up from the ground, out of a deep sleep. He was panting, and everywhere was spinning. The darkness made it hard enough to for him to see, but he couldn't seem to get his vision to clear. ”Grace, Grace, Grace…” he muttered, his tone quieting as his head swiveled from right to left. His heart was racing a mile a minute and his eyesight was still blurring in and out. His whole body was twitching. First, his hand. Then a foot. Then his entire arm. Then his neck. It was a cycle. One would think he'd be used to it by now. After 28 years of nightmares and haunting visions of what the future could potentially be, but this was different. Being in Wonderland was fucking with him bad, and he hadn't even been here a whole day yet. Or had he? Time was so peculiar in this place. He wasn't in any mindset to decipher that at the moment though.
I hate Wonderland. he thought to himself through the chaos in his mind. It had always been an opinion of his, and it was clear to him now that it would always be that way. But right now, he couldn't back down. He was on a mission that would help him get his Grace back... hopefully. Suddenly, his mind went to who he had come here with: Emma. Emma! His eyes darted from one corner of his peripheral vision to the other, sighing finally when he saw her. She seemed to be tossing and turning. Either his little episode had disrupted her, or she was having a nightmare entirely her own, he assumed. All he definitely knew was that sleep was a lost cause for the rest of the night. If he wasn't sleeping, he should be plotting, but he couldn't plot without his partner, regardless of if he'd tricked her into coming here or not. They were a team now. Teams make decisions together; teams stick together. Teams have tea on time together. his mind echoed subconsciously. Twitch.
Disregarding the thought as best he could, Jefferson moved closer to Emma, leaning down a couple inches away from her and observing how she furrowed her eyes in her sleep. ”Emma.” he whispered, putting his lips near her ear. Personal space wasn't exactly something to be respected in any case of Jefferson. He knew no boundaries. ”Wake up.” His voice was ever-so-slightly louder this time, his hand coming up to brush along her arm, shaking her slightly.[/blockquote]
