Post by Aiden Correll on Jun 10, 2008 16:39:38 GMT -5
Aiden Patrick Correll;
'Things are Shaping Up to Be Pretty Odd;
About The Character
Name: Aiden Patrick Correll
Nicknames: AC, Paper clip
Age: Seventeen
Birthdate: October 30th
Gender: Male
School Year: Senior
School: Lordings
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
'What You Do on Your Own Time's Just Fine;
Likes:
- Music
- Singing
- Writing
- Animals
- Candy
- Coffee
- Reading
- Sunglasses
- Vegetarianism
- Photographs
- Night time
- The piano
- Guitars
- Fun
- Being different
- Performing
- Vans
- Red Bull
- Motorcycles
- Guitar Hero and Rock Band
- The past
Dislikes:
- Meat
- Homework
- Snobs
- Sciences
- Liars
- Beans
- Cherries
- Sports
- Rules
- Broken hearts
Hobbies:
- Singing
- Playing instruments [guitar, piano, ect.]
- Writing
- Reading
Habits:
- Eats candy when upset or nervous
- Jiggles leg randomly
- Lip biter
Goals:
- To be in a band
- Finish school, maybe college
Fears:
- Permanent illnesses
- To never be able to fix his broken heart whenever it may be broken
General Personality:
He's the type of person that when by himself, will remain to himself and quiet. However, once you get to really know him, you can know the craziness within the well kept self. Being in a religious family, he naturally has tried to rebel in many ways possible. One was to pursue trying to work for his dream as a musician even though his folks would prefer him as a doctor. From it, he's trying to show his independence. That he could be his own person. Instead of blending in with the crowd then, he'll tend to wander away from it. He's the type of guy that wants to color the world in pastels. Not in the sense of 'rainbow', leading towards what people would think of that phrase as him being gay. [Even though he is bisexual, and has nothing against gay men.] Coloring the world in the way that he hates dullness. The world needs some color, and if there isn't any, he'll try to bring some to the scene.
You could call him passive with an argumentative side. On certain things, he couldn't really care what happened. If you asked him, "Where do you wanna go eat?", he'd be the one that shrugged and said, "I dunno. Wherever you wanna go!". But if you get him on something he truly cares about, like a debate of music or something, he'll go on for hours. From the argumentative side, it can also push into his system when he's angry. He rarely yells, sometimes raises his voice, but has a kept together presence in his arguments that passerbys would think they were merely in a regular discussion. None the less, he's the type of guy that can get angry often, just not show it. The harm in some of his actions of holding it in, however, sometimes leads into a pretty fiery explosion when he really gets ticked off. The only violence he may ever show is a punch to the wall, but he's yet to ever hurt anyone.
None the less, deep at heart he's a true softy. He holds a love for animals near his soul, something you can only really see if he's around a cat or something. Otherwise it can be obvious on the main fact he's vegetarian, borderline vegan. Also deep at heart, he's a poet. Writing is a big passion of his, whether it be lyrics or music, maybe even a story... It's something that he may create and have people enjoy. Painters paint, chefs cook, he created music and words. It was a way to show his creativity; something he had his whole life. Something else he enjoyed was putting smiles on frowning faces. There was enough drama and attitude in this world, who needed more? Sure, he could be... serious looking sometimes, but when he saw others do it, it made him agitated. Bias or not, it's just the way he's always felt his whole way. He may not be a straight comic, but somehow he always managed to put some form of smile on people's faces.
'You Are My Heroine;
Looks Like: Brendon Urie
Appearance:
Aiden's always had a look that was rather... different than most people. Love it or hate it, that's just the way his Momma made him. Out of all the things unmanageable, the largest thing that could bug ANYONE with OCD over having everything in order and perfect would be his hair. As much as you could try to comb down that mess of dark chocolate hair, it never wants to stay perfectly down. It's always sprawled around in different directions, giving it his own elegance of imperfection. He likes his hair the way it is... It's why he always flat down refuses to his mother to get it the shaggy, neck length hair chopped to about an inch thick. While his hair may be chocolate, his eyes are the honey to match. A deep, dark, rich honey that always holds an ailment of thought. All laced with black eyelashes to hide behind.
In all honesty, he never thought of marking his light skin with permanent ink, but for his last birthday, it was finally done. A set of piano keys on his left, scrawny arm... which also lead to him coming home to very angry parents. None the less, it was his way to finally express his love for music by engraving it on his skin. Now by earlier and my saying scrawny, I wasn't necessarily kidding. None the less, it's only expected of Brendon. Since he stands at a five eight and a half, and being naturally skinny, he never really got the chance to gain any muscle. Not that he really wants any large ones... But sometimes he could find himself wishing his was at least a little bit stronger. The only other brought out feature that really should be mentioned further more would be his lips... Unlike some, they're actually very full. While that might make some happy, others may describe it as 'fish lips'. All in all, it's just who Aiden is.
Clothing Style:
Instead of jerseys and baggy pants, he prefers to take hand in hand with his body type and stick to the tighter clothes. Tight jeans, always accompanied by some form of belt, cover his lengthy legs. If he ever wore baggy pants, he'd pretty much be drowning in them! While the jocks may think of tight pants "faggish", he thinks of them comfortable and amazing. Tightness goes into the category of tops, as well. For this, styles can vary. His casual can either be what others may think of casual, or the other side what people would think of as a low code formal. In other words, sometimes he'll wear a regular tee or button up, perhaps with a hoodie... Other times, he'll wear well fitted jackets with [once in awhile] the occasional tie. In honesty, Aiden has an obsession with jackets. Be it hoodies or plain jackets, he loves them.
'The Hours That Were Left Behind;
Family:
Mother; Holly Anne Correll, 39
Father; Edward Correll, 45
Sister; Alice Correl, 17 [twin]
History:
Holly met the man of her dreams when she was sixteen... Unfortunately, the man was six years older than herself. Legally they couldn't go out, and coming from a religious family, she could only gaze from afar at him. He was a well to do musician; not necessarily big in the industry, but very talented with a record contract to boot. All he knew of Holly was that she was an avid fan... Always sending him things on holidays or his birthday, always appearing at his concerts. It was pretty obvious that she had a celebrity crush on him, even though he really wasn't a big shot celebrity in the first place. It wasn't until one time at her age of seventeen that she brought up the courage to hang around with him after a show, and the two ended up going out for drinks. Edward had no idea Holly was still a minor, and was deeply intrigued by her beauty. Too much led to even more, and finally, Holly found herself impregnated.
The truth came out to Edward a week after Holly had turned eighteen that she was both pregnant and a minor at the time everything occurred. His first instinct was to run... But after seeing how scared she really was in those lovely eyes, he stood by her side. Since she wasn't a minor anymore, and the time of getting pregnant was a week ago, they told their families it happened recently so that they wouldn't have to deal with the trouble of minority and the law. Of course it hurt them to do such, they were under God's will, after all. Yet it had to be done. A little before the baby was due to be born, Edward quit the music business and received a job as what he went to college for: a doctor. Holly, on the other hand, wasn't able to go to college pregnant. Yet she still was talented. During the months she was in bed, she wrote. Wrote and wrote and wrote, until finally a novel came out of it. That novel won the best sellers spot for two months straight, and continues to do well.
Instead of having a baby girl like originally noted, they ended up having twins; both a boy and a girl. Those children, Alice and Aiden, grew up in their religious household in a well built home just outside the border of the city. Through out their lives, Holly had continued to publish book after book, and quickly became a favorite author to many. As for Edward, his works in the hospital have saved a few lives. Not always successful, but always steady. Something they never expected, though, was how Aiden was going to end up growing into. Of course, he was a well son. Pretty smart, very talented... But he had such the urge to rebel against their ways of life. He hated always following under the rule of God, as they wanted him to. From it, he became troublesome, and sometimes ended up unintentionally favoring Alice. She did follow under God, and was a pretty idealistic daughter. Popular with people, wanted to become either a chef or a lawyer. Aiden, on the other hand, wanted to do what he loved to do and was good at. He wanted to become a musician, like his father had long since abandoned. Edward was completely against it. If follow in his footsteps, at least become a doctor. Holly agreed, naturally. And also naturally, Aiden ignored their wishes. Life's been rough yet steady ever since.
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Name: Ash [Ash Anesthetic]
Age: Fifteen
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RP Sample:
There's nothing worse than a Capulet, son. At first they'll smile in your face, but soon enough that knife will come plunging into your back. Never forget that, Peter.' He never has... But yet again, hasn't abide to what his father really was asking of him. Ever since his father's father, Peter the first, and the Capulet's latest father's father had got into a good brawl, things between the families never really returned to normal. No one for sure knows exactly what had happened that brittle day, only that whatever it was has scarred the families for life. With Pete's father it was no different. Apparently, Pete the second had tried making amends before with the Capulets as a youngster in Hogwarts, only to find that this new Capulet wasn't at all willing to take his guard down to finally accept a damn Montague. Yet a new generation has graced this earth, and naturally, the family rivalry never appeared that it'll settle down. Even though Mr. Capulet and Mr. Montague had since moved away from the little place called England [Capulet to France, Montague to America], the despise has still rung strong.
However, no one was to expect the Capulets and Montagues to ever meet again. They were miles away... It came as a shock when the first borns of each family had both been accepted to Hogwarts. That first year the young boy Montague and small lady Capulet had met, it was just like magic. No sudden feeling of wanting to rip of each other's head. No anger whatsoever. In Pete the third's case, however, he felt a bit more than just the feeling of a new friendship. The small alarm clock his porcelain heart contained securely inside buzzed rapidly. Before he could even realize what it really was, Peter found himself in love with this certain Capulet. Even when the two knew of who each other was, it honestly didn't matter. They laughed it off... What could you say? They were automatic best friends. As the year progressed, and the feelings he felt grew, he found himself wanting more.
She wasn't just a random Hufflepuff girl. She was his light that made his face shine with laughter each time they were together. Such greatness couldn't merely be human, but he himself had found his angel. Of course, though, he never spoke of what his heart told him each and every day. What they had so far was just so special... What if he had somehow ruined it? Such a fresh friendship they had against their parent's wills was a breath of air against past hatreds. They shared something long since overdue. This certain stupid resentment the families had now needed to be replaced with something more magnificent. The sun needed to wipe away each and every gloomy rain cloud that tried to take over reality.
Anya Capulet was such a special girl. Just like a porcelain doll... and he was her carer. As amazing as she was, she was so fragile. A manic bipolar disease caused her beautiful, almost flawless brain to be slightly damaged. Instead of being the happiest girl alive, she was so resented against herself. Pete remembered times when she thought of death, and the time that wrung his heart to pieces; when she almost lost her life to her own hands. He was almost too late, as well. It was mere luck he came the time he did to stop her from taking away something so precious not only away from herself and the world, but to him. He wanted to be her protector. He desperately yearned to make her happy in any way possible. That's where his unique and very abnormal personality reached it's peak in various times.
No one could ever take Anya's place. Not as a friend, and not in his heart. Maybe she wasn't his lover, but she was everything else. Even though Pete did stick up for people and protect some people here and there, there was only two girls in his life that he protected with his whole body, mind, and soul with: his sister, Hilary, and Anya. Family meant the world to him... But so did Anya. Even though he could never show his family how much Anya was so different than the main Capulet view, he didn't need to. He loved her, and isn't that all that is to matter in his eyes? Maybe they couldn't break the fierceness in the past, but certainly the future will have a clean slate. The curse shall be broken, once and for all.
Pete's been through all of her ups and downs, as well. Right by her side, he always tried to be. However, the past couple of months, he's noticed something a bit more... peculiar than usual occurring constantly. She wasn't her normal self. She acted so oddly, in fact, it worried him. Sometimes he'd wonder if he'd done anything to upset her. If not, why couldn't she tell him like she had so many times in the past of what was bothering her so much? Was there suddenly, unexpectedly, a sudden barrier in their friendship that made her turn away from his direction when he passed by? Oy, the woman's mind definitely could be a war within itself. Definite territory never made to be encountered by the man. None the less, it made him crave more understanding than ever before. What really did run through her mind?
Cool nights with bright lights always made Pete's days. People would think of him to possibly be a day man, just based on his personality. In all honesty, the night could be much more calmer and entertaining than what the mere eye can pick up. The mysteries unknown by all are far more intriguing than the blazing sun that trickles warmth against the skin. The moon on the other hand was far more beautiful, all in it's glory. She with her small dots of light as children surrounded her showed the hope within the ink darkness someone could get lost in automatically, if they allow themselves to be swallowed up. It was for these reasons, as well as the quiet and seclusion, why Peter came out constantly into the castle from the Gryffindor tower, just to enjoy the night as it is.
The best place to gaze at the majestic swirls was into the Astronomy Tower, hands down. No other place, not even the main grounds, could bring you a step closer towards the sky than this tower could. As many miles away as the stars were, the tower made it seem like each tiny light was only inches away. The cool air and subtle silence could calm down the most agitated person quickly with one wave of it's hand. When doubt of no where to think, the best place to go to was there.
In all honesty, it didn't surprise Pete to see the dear Anya standing on the tower at all. It was a bit common for the two to think pretty alike... as different as they could sometimes be. Not that it really tended to bother him at all. In fact, her company always made him smile. What turned the scene around, however, was what she had whispered towards herself when he had silently walked onto the platform. 'Just let me die' was the very sentence that punched another hole into his heart. A young beauty should never have to go through such thoughts as drastic as death, and never should she ever think that the world would be better off without her. Oh how wrong she would be... So wrong.
"Not another move." Pete whispered finally, after he had slowly walked behind her and wrapped both of his tattooed arms around her middle. His face was buried only slightly into her cascading black hair down her back, his chin meekly propped up on her back. He pressed his best friend closer to his body into a large hug, before one arm let go of her stomach and went under her two dangling legs. Gently, he picked her up, and held her there for a couple of seconds before finally softly placing her down onto the stone floor. His arm never left her stomach, and still half hugged her tightly to his body. "You know, if you do try to do that little stunt of trying to fly off that edge, I'd just have to drop right off with you. Now hopefully if I did that, my Spidey powers could finally work and I'd swing us back to safety, but..." He shrugged slightly, the grip around her loosening ever so slightly.
However, no one was to expect the Capulets and Montagues to ever meet again. They were miles away... It came as a shock when the first borns of each family had both been accepted to Hogwarts. That first year the young boy Montague and small lady Capulet had met, it was just like magic. No sudden feeling of wanting to rip of each other's head. No anger whatsoever. In Pete the third's case, however, he felt a bit more than just the feeling of a new friendship. The small alarm clock his porcelain heart contained securely inside buzzed rapidly. Before he could even realize what it really was, Peter found himself in love with this certain Capulet. Even when the two knew of who each other was, it honestly didn't matter. They laughed it off... What could you say? They were automatic best friends. As the year progressed, and the feelings he felt grew, he found himself wanting more.
She wasn't just a random Hufflepuff girl. She was his light that made his face shine with laughter each time they were together. Such greatness couldn't merely be human, but he himself had found his angel. Of course, though, he never spoke of what his heart told him each and every day. What they had so far was just so special... What if he had somehow ruined it? Such a fresh friendship they had against their parent's wills was a breath of air against past hatreds. They shared something long since overdue. This certain stupid resentment the families had now needed to be replaced with something more magnificent. The sun needed to wipe away each and every gloomy rain cloud that tried to take over reality.
Anya Capulet was such a special girl. Just like a porcelain doll... and he was her carer. As amazing as she was, she was so fragile. A manic bipolar disease caused her beautiful, almost flawless brain to be slightly damaged. Instead of being the happiest girl alive, she was so resented against herself. Pete remembered times when she thought of death, and the time that wrung his heart to pieces; when she almost lost her life to her own hands. He was almost too late, as well. It was mere luck he came the time he did to stop her from taking away something so precious not only away from herself and the world, but to him. He wanted to be her protector. He desperately yearned to make her happy in any way possible. That's where his unique and very abnormal personality reached it's peak in various times.
No one could ever take Anya's place. Not as a friend, and not in his heart. Maybe she wasn't his lover, but she was everything else. Even though Pete did stick up for people and protect some people here and there, there was only two girls in his life that he protected with his whole body, mind, and soul with: his sister, Hilary, and Anya. Family meant the world to him... But so did Anya. Even though he could never show his family how much Anya was so different than the main Capulet view, he didn't need to. He loved her, and isn't that all that is to matter in his eyes? Maybe they couldn't break the fierceness in the past, but certainly the future will have a clean slate. The curse shall be broken, once and for all.
Pete's been through all of her ups and downs, as well. Right by her side, he always tried to be. However, the past couple of months, he's noticed something a bit more... peculiar than usual occurring constantly. She wasn't her normal self. She acted so oddly, in fact, it worried him. Sometimes he'd wonder if he'd done anything to upset her. If not, why couldn't she tell him like she had so many times in the past of what was bothering her so much? Was there suddenly, unexpectedly, a sudden barrier in their friendship that made her turn away from his direction when he passed by? Oy, the woman's mind definitely could be a war within itself. Definite territory never made to be encountered by the man. None the less, it made him crave more understanding than ever before. What really did run through her mind?
Cool nights with bright lights always made Pete's days. People would think of him to possibly be a day man, just based on his personality. In all honesty, the night could be much more calmer and entertaining than what the mere eye can pick up. The mysteries unknown by all are far more intriguing than the blazing sun that trickles warmth against the skin. The moon on the other hand was far more beautiful, all in it's glory. She with her small dots of light as children surrounded her showed the hope within the ink darkness someone could get lost in automatically, if they allow themselves to be swallowed up. It was for these reasons, as well as the quiet and seclusion, why Peter came out constantly into the castle from the Gryffindor tower, just to enjoy the night as it is.
The best place to gaze at the majestic swirls was into the Astronomy Tower, hands down. No other place, not even the main grounds, could bring you a step closer towards the sky than this tower could. As many miles away as the stars were, the tower made it seem like each tiny light was only inches away. The cool air and subtle silence could calm down the most agitated person quickly with one wave of it's hand. When doubt of no where to think, the best place to go to was there.
In all honesty, it didn't surprise Pete to see the dear Anya standing on the tower at all. It was a bit common for the two to think pretty alike... as different as they could sometimes be. Not that it really tended to bother him at all. In fact, her company always made him smile. What turned the scene around, however, was what she had whispered towards herself when he had silently walked onto the platform. 'Just let me die' was the very sentence that punched another hole into his heart. A young beauty should never have to go through such thoughts as drastic as death, and never should she ever think that the world would be better off without her. Oh how wrong she would be... So wrong.
"Not another move." Pete whispered finally, after he had slowly walked behind her and wrapped both of his tattooed arms around her middle. His face was buried only slightly into her cascading black hair down her back, his chin meekly propped up on her back. He pressed his best friend closer to his body into a large hug, before one arm let go of her stomach and went under her two dangling legs. Gently, he picked her up, and held her there for a couple of seconds before finally softly placing her down onto the stone floor. His arm never left her stomach, and still half hugged her tightly to his body. "You know, if you do try to do that little stunt of trying to fly off that edge, I'd just have to drop right off with you. Now hopefully if I did that, my Spidey powers could finally work and I'd swing us back to safety, but..." He shrugged slightly, the grip around her loosening ever so slightly.