Post by Landon Brody on Jan 1, 2006 23:17:46 GMT -5
Full Name: Landon Ryan Winters
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Grade: 12
Parentage: Jerome Winters (Father) / Alexis Winters [Murry] (Mother)
Siblings: None
Other Family Members: None
Pet: None
Personality:
Landon has always been the bad ass type of guy who didn't care what people thought of him. He doesn't take to authority and seems to always have a smug smile on his face. Landon is quite the charmer, but has a habit of always letting his cocky personality get in the way of any relationship. His pride is also another thing that tends to get in the way of any relationships he'd had in the past. Though if your one of his few friends, Landon actually treats you rather nicely and acknowledges your presence. Where as if he didn't like you, he would just act as if you were never there. But please note the few, in front of the friends.
Appearance:
Jordan has dirty blonde hair with peircing blue eyes, and chisled appearance. He is usually seen in sporty clothes, or something dressy whenever he's going out with his parents to parties and appearances.
History:
Jordan grew up in what seemed to be a perfect family. He had evening dinners at the dining room table with his family (Or with his mom, seeing as how his father is always gone on business of some sort), he made pretty decent grades and attended the local country club with his parents, and most of all he was known by mostly everyone at school. But what everyone on the outside didn't know, was that even though Jordan may be a very privileged teenager, a future lays ahead of him. A future he doesn't want, but a future thats being pushed upon him by his father.
Whenever Jordan is with his father, all that ever comes out of their conversation is 'Business talk this and business talk that'. Along with the ever so famous 'Which college have you decided on, son?'. And even though Jordan's father has plans awaiting for Jordan, plans for him to take over his fathers business, Jordan has some plans of his own. Once he graduates from high school he wishes to take a year off and travel around the world, and then he plans on going to a top notch college which specializes with the arts. Or for Jordan, writing.
Jordan's dream has always been to become a famous writer, to have millions of books sell with his name printed under the title. And even though this is the dream Jordan has been beholding for the past couple of years, he still has yet to bring himself to tell anyone about it. His peers would definitely disapprove, seeing as how he could get a full ride scholarship on any of the many sports teams he plays on, and his father... lets not even go there. So this is a hidden secret within Jordan that he plans to keep... well, hidden.
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Anything Else You Want Me To Know: Nope
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Grade: 12
Parentage: Jerome Winters (Father) / Alexis Winters [Murry] (Mother)
Siblings: None
Other Family Members: None
Pet: None
Personality:
Landon has always been the bad ass type of guy who didn't care what people thought of him. He doesn't take to authority and seems to always have a smug smile on his face. Landon is quite the charmer, but has a habit of always letting his cocky personality get in the way of any relationship. His pride is also another thing that tends to get in the way of any relationships he'd had in the past. Though if your one of his few friends, Landon actually treats you rather nicely and acknowledges your presence. Where as if he didn't like you, he would just act as if you were never there. But please note the few, in front of the friends.
Appearance:
Jordan has dirty blonde hair with peircing blue eyes, and chisled appearance. He is usually seen in sporty clothes, or something dressy whenever he's going out with his parents to parties and appearances.
History:
Jordan grew up in what seemed to be a perfect family. He had evening dinners at the dining room table with his family (Or with his mom, seeing as how his father is always gone on business of some sort), he made pretty decent grades and attended the local country club with his parents, and most of all he was known by mostly everyone at school. But what everyone on the outside didn't know, was that even though Jordan may be a very privileged teenager, a future lays ahead of him. A future he doesn't want, but a future thats being pushed upon him by his father.
Whenever Jordan is with his father, all that ever comes out of their conversation is 'Business talk this and business talk that'. Along with the ever so famous 'Which college have you decided on, son?'. And even though Jordan's father has plans awaiting for Jordan, plans for him to take over his fathers business, Jordan has some plans of his own. Once he graduates from high school he wishes to take a year off and travel around the world, and then he plans on going to a top notch college which specializes with the arts. Or for Jordan, writing.
Jordan's dream has always been to become a famous writer, to have millions of books sell with his name printed under the title. And even though this is the dream Jordan has been beholding for the past couple of years, he still has yet to bring himself to tell anyone about it. His peers would definitely disapprove, seeing as how he could get a full ride scholarship on any of the many sports teams he plays on, and his father... lets not even go there. So this is a hidden secret within Jordan that he plans to keep... well, hidden.
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Dean had come up to the school to take a test he had missed because he had to pick Pita up from home, seeing as how the nanny had quit again. He had finally got someone to watch her last minute, and now she was on her fourth nanny this month. Dean really couldn't blame all of those nanny's for leaving. Pita was a rather difficult child to handle, it was just her I-Don't-Give personality that scared everyone away.
The only person she actually trusted and didn't act so... morbid and uncaring to was her dad, Dean. Which Dean really couldn't blame her for, he could only imagine to what it must feel like to have your mother leave you. To never even know who she was. Dean had started to think about Alana, and when Pita had been born, and for some unknown he had ended up here. In the forbidden forest. Walking around, in the rain. His hair was soaked and flat down on his head, his bangs hanging in his eyes. His shoe's where covered in mud, and his shirt was clinging to his body from all the rain.
But Dean was too caught up in his thoughts to even notice any of these things, let alone care. Whenever he thought about when Pita, it always made him think about the day she was born. Which made him think about Alana. Which was just too much for him to handle. Or he would think about Pita's birthday's, and how she would lock herself in her room every year on her birthday, because she knew that her birthday was the day her mother had left. Dean had never actually told her this, but she had come to realize it on her own.
Dean ran his fingers through his hair, and cocked his head back wards so that he was staring up at the sky, rain drops hitting his face. All he wished he could do was to see Alana again, to ask her why she had left? To ask how she could of left, not exactly how she could of left himself, but how she could of left Pita. Dean shook his head, as if it would just cause all of these thoughts to disappear. He couldn't handle this, he couldn't handle thinking about her. Dean walked over to a tree and leaned up against, his eyes roaming over the shadowed forest. But no matter how much he tried, he just couldn't seem to get Alana out of his mind.
The only person she actually trusted and didn't act so... morbid and uncaring to was her dad, Dean. Which Dean really couldn't blame her for, he could only imagine to what it must feel like to have your mother leave you. To never even know who she was. Dean had started to think about Alana, and when Pita had been born, and for some unknown he had ended up here. In the forbidden forest. Walking around, in the rain. His hair was soaked and flat down on his head, his bangs hanging in his eyes. His shoe's where covered in mud, and his shirt was clinging to his body from all the rain.
But Dean was too caught up in his thoughts to even notice any of these things, let alone care. Whenever he thought about when Pita, it always made him think about the day she was born. Which made him think about Alana. Which was just too much for him to handle. Or he would think about Pita's birthday's, and how she would lock herself in her room every year on her birthday, because she knew that her birthday was the day her mother had left. Dean had never actually told her this, but she had come to realize it on her own.
Dean ran his fingers through his hair, and cocked his head back wards so that he was staring up at the sky, rain drops hitting his face. All he wished he could do was to see Alana again, to ask her why she had left? To ask how she could of left, not exactly how she could of left himself, but how she could of left Pita. Dean shook his head, as if it would just cause all of these thoughts to disappear. He couldn't handle this, he couldn't handle thinking about her. Dean walked over to a tree and leaned up against, his eyes roaming over the shadowed forest. But no matter how much he tried, he just couldn't seem to get Alana out of his mind.
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