Post by charlie allen stewart on Dec 13, 2008 10:28:45 GMT 10
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Happy, Friendly, Proud.
Name: Charles Allen Stewart
Nickname(s): Charlie
Major: Music
Age: 19
Grade: Sophomore
Birthdate: May 16th, 1989
Orientation: Homosexual
Location: Bolivar, Missouri
`Appearance ,,
Describing what I look like has always been pretty hard for me. If I had my way, really, I'd just say that I'm Charlie and I'm dead sexy but I suppose that's not going to fly, huh? So, hmm, where to start? I supposed I'm about six feet tall, give or take a few inches. I just like to round up to six because it seems more manly when I'm six feet tall. That's pretty stupid, huh? I'm on the thinner side for my height, but I'm not underweight. Actually, I'd like to consider myself quite fit. I'm not ripped or disgustingly huge (obviously, or I couldn't call myself 'thin'), but I do have a delicious tummy. Y'know, I can think of about three people who would roll their eyes at that but a half a dozen more that would simply agree. I have blue eyes, I got them from my mother. I wasn't, however, blessed with her gorgeous blonde hair. Instead, like my siblings, I have the same brown hair as my father. I can't complain, it suits me well. Sometimes, when I'm feeling lazy I forget to shave and after awhile my face gets kind of stubbly but it's not like I'm purposely growing out a big wooly beard. It never stays around for long, I usually get rid of it after a few days. I'd like to consider myself good looking, but I guess you could leave that up to your own imagination. I might be your exact definition of ugly.
I wouldn't really say that I have a 'style' exactly. I find comfort in jeans and t-shirts. I have my own personal collection of Chuck Taylor's and I absolutely love it. I never need another shoe. Well, for now anyway. On occasion you can find me in a hoodie or a sweater but I usually stick with jeans and t-shirts, if it isn't enough I'll throw on a jacket. I enjoy my hair too much to wear hats, unless it's absolutely freezing outside. In which case I'm completely decked out in warm clothing, including the silly knitted hat with the flaps and the strings with the pom pom things. I really dislike being cold. It's a shame, really, because a lot of winter clothing is really, really adorable.
Describing what I look like has always been pretty hard for me. If I had my way, really, I'd just say that I'm Charlie and I'm dead sexy but I suppose that's not going to fly, huh? So, hmm, where to start? I supposed I'm about six feet tall, give or take a few inches. I just like to round up to six because it seems more manly when I'm six feet tall. That's pretty stupid, huh? I'm on the thinner side for my height, but I'm not underweight. Actually, I'd like to consider myself quite fit. I'm not ripped or disgustingly huge (obviously, or I couldn't call myself 'thin'), but I do have a delicious tummy. Y'know, I can think of about three people who would roll their eyes at that but a half a dozen more that would simply agree. I have blue eyes, I got them from my mother. I wasn't, however, blessed with her gorgeous blonde hair. Instead, like my siblings, I have the same brown hair as my father. I can't complain, it suits me well. Sometimes, when I'm feeling lazy I forget to shave and after awhile my face gets kind of stubbly but it's not like I'm purposely growing out a big wooly beard. It never stays around for long, I usually get rid of it after a few days. I'd like to consider myself good looking, but I guess you could leave that up to your own imagination. I might be your exact definition of ugly.
I wouldn't really say that I have a 'style' exactly. I find comfort in jeans and t-shirts. I have my own personal collection of Chuck Taylor's and I absolutely love it. I never need another shoe. Well, for now anyway. On occasion you can find me in a hoodie or a sweater but I usually stick with jeans and t-shirts, if it isn't enough I'll throw on a jacket. I enjoy my hair too much to wear hats, unless it's absolutely freezing outside. In which case I'm completely decked out in warm clothing, including the silly knitted hat with the flaps and the strings with the pom pom things. I really dislike being cold. It's a shame, really, because a lot of winter clothing is really, really adorable.
Best Feature: I'm going to be completely vain and say my delicious tummy.
Worst Feature: Ew, little boy features. I'm a man, damnit![/size]
`Personality ,,
• H A P P Y - I've always been in a good mood. As ridiculous as that sounds, I'm usually always happy. Of course, I am human and I do have my days but it doesn't really take a lot to get me back into at least a semi-decent mood. Personally, all I really need is for the person I'm with to be happy and I'm ready to mirror their attitude. Attitudes are infectious and I'm entirely susceptible to infections. That sounds really gross, but I'm assuming by now that it's understood that I have a good attitude about 95% of the time. A smile is not rare with me and this is absolutely something I take pride in.
• F R I E N D L Y - Oh. My. God. I absolutely adore having friends. I don't even have to really know you to consider you my friend. If we get along, honey, we're as good as gold. Just ask Ella Torres. We've been friends since god knows when and I don't ever plan on dropping that girl! Friends make my world go round. It gives me someone to work for. As honest as I can be, I'm not really interested in impressing my parents anymore. I'm living my own life now. As long as I have an audience of friends I'm golden. I'm ready to meet people who I'll be friends with for the next twenty years.
• P R O U D - I'm out. I've been out for a really long time. It's no news that I'm gayer than Richard Simmons sparkly tank top. I grew up in a kind of small town and I really wasn't ashamed of it there either. People thought I should be but I wasn't. I am very proud of what I am and I'm not afraid to tell someone off if they say something to my face about how I am and how it is wrong. Do not mess with that area of my life. I am perfectly comfortable accepting your beliefs so you should just take a note and do the same.
• H A P P Y - I've always been in a good mood. As ridiculous as that sounds, I'm usually always happy. Of course, I am human and I do have my days but it doesn't really take a lot to get me back into at least a semi-decent mood. Personally, all I really need is for the person I'm with to be happy and I'm ready to mirror their attitude. Attitudes are infectious and I'm entirely susceptible to infections. That sounds really gross, but I'm assuming by now that it's understood that I have a good attitude about 95% of the time. A smile is not rare with me and this is absolutely something I take pride in.
• F R I E N D L Y - Oh. My. God. I absolutely adore having friends. I don't even have to really know you to consider you my friend. If we get along, honey, we're as good as gold. Just ask Ella Torres. We've been friends since god knows when and I don't ever plan on dropping that girl! Friends make my world go round. It gives me someone to work for. As honest as I can be, I'm not really interested in impressing my parents anymore. I'm living my own life now. As long as I have an audience of friends I'm golden. I'm ready to meet people who I'll be friends with for the next twenty years.
• P R O U D - I'm out. I've been out for a really long time. It's no news that I'm gayer than Richard Simmons sparkly tank top. I grew up in a kind of small town and I really wasn't ashamed of it there either. People thought I should be but I wasn't. I am very proud of what I am and I'm not afraid to tell someone off if they say something to my face about how I am and how it is wrong. Do not mess with that area of my life. I am perfectly comfortable accepting your beliefs so you should just take a note and do the same.
Likes:
- Music
- Jelly Beans
- Comic Books
- Concerts
- Comedy Movies
- Cameras
- Ella Torres, my very best friend.
- Bread.
Dislikes:
- Cold
- Dial Up Internet
- Broken Guitar Strings
- Embarrassing Baby Pictures
- Girls, sorry!
- Intolerance
- Annoying People
- Cats
Positive Traits:
• H A P P Y - As I've stated before, I'm usually always in a good mood. It's a rare occasion when a bad mood has been triggered. I'm willing to cheer you up, are you game?
• E M P A T H E T I C - Mm, empathy. Being empathetic. It all just really means that I get it. I understand. If I don't understand, I'll try. I'm a problem solver, an attitude fixer. I like being the shoulder people cry on.
• R O M A N T I C - I'm a sucker for romance. I want to be swept off my feet. I figure the only way that will happen is if I put the gesture out there first. I figure if I'm romantic I'll attract someone else who is. Then we can have a happily ever after, surely.
Negative Traits:
• L A Z Y - I'm not going to lie. I'm a smidge lazy. It doesn't really bother me but sometimes it gets me pretty far behind. In school, really. At home. Ugh, its really a mess. Usually it's Ella who has to yell at me to knock some damn sense into me, but whatever. I'll get around to it.
• S T U B B O R N - My way or the highway, I like to think. If I don't want to do something I'm really not going to do it. If I'm wrong, I'm right. I guess that's what I get for growing up in a house full of kids. Everyone was right, no matter if they were wrong. I'm also a Taurus, does that help my case any? I'm stubborn.
• U N S H A K A B L E - You may be wondering why this is a negative trait. Well, when I say unshakable, I mean it's hard for things to get through to me. If something is seriously going wrong my first instinct is to say "Nooo! Everything is fine!" When really, it never is.
Greatest Ambition: To become a famous musician. I didn't pursue my instrument this passionately for nothing. Geeze.
Greatest Fear: That I'm really no good at the one thing people tell me I'm good at.[/size]
`History ,,
I am Charles Allen Stewart, middle child to midwesterners Alice and Jason Stewart. When I say middle child, of course, I mean I'm the smack dab middle. I have two older siblings, Adam. and Mackenzie. They're twins, of course, only two years older than I am. Adam is the typical older brother type. He was into sports and had a lot of girlfriends, but he wasn't ever mean or anything. Mackenzie was, again, typical. She was into makeup and girly crap and a lot of her friends dated Adam. I never understood how Mackenzie and Adam were still the best of friends despite all the junk they did to each other growing up. I guess I'll never understand. After the twins, like I said, there was me. Three years after me, though, came Adrienne and a year after her Olivia. We were, simply enough, the Stewart family. When you grew up in a house full of kids so close in age, you had to be willing to make your personality stand out. I think it's safe to say that I did that the best.
I picked up the guitar when I was young. I took regular lessons and progressed quickly. I was never a fan of my own singing voice but from time to time I'd sing to my younger sisters Adrienne and Olivia. They were, needless to say, my first fans. I strived to impress my family with my music. My siblings were easy to win over but my parents always thought I was wasting my time, especially when my school work started slipping due to my preoccupation with my instrument. They only started taking me seriously when I started filling out applications for colleges that would further my skill. They realized I was serious and that I wanted to do this full time. I am not one of those people whose families influenced them greatly either way. Sure, they shaped some of my traits but when it came down to it I was more influenced by my friends.
My friends, for example, like Ella Torres. I met Ella a long ass time ago. We went to school together and ever since the day we met we've been inseperable. She is like the sister I wanted, even though I have three to spare. Because of her I started considering colleges outside of the ones closer to home. I was all set to go to Chicago when she shoved a WUoA application in front of my face and insisted I fill it out. She's also the reason I auditioned for a scholarship and really, I can't thank her enough. Now we are here in Seattle, together, ready to pursue the things that make us happy.
I guess there are a few things I forgot, but they're not particularly things that changed my life. I'm gay, yes. But my parents and my friends knew that before I did. Nothing horrible ever happened to me. Sure, I got called names from time to time but who doesn't get teased? If anything, the name calling only made me stronger. Sure, I hate intolerance but intolerance for anything pisses me off. My past is not full of fantastic details. It's not riveting or depressing. It's just my past.
I'm more interested in my future.
I am Charles Allen Stewart, middle child to midwesterners Alice and Jason Stewart. When I say middle child, of course, I mean I'm the smack dab middle. I have two older siblings, Adam. and Mackenzie. They're twins, of course, only two years older than I am. Adam is the typical older brother type. He was into sports and had a lot of girlfriends, but he wasn't ever mean or anything. Mackenzie was, again, typical. She was into makeup and girly crap and a lot of her friends dated Adam. I never understood how Mackenzie and Adam were still the best of friends despite all the junk they did to each other growing up. I guess I'll never understand. After the twins, like I said, there was me. Three years after me, though, came Adrienne and a year after her Olivia. We were, simply enough, the Stewart family. When you grew up in a house full of kids so close in age, you had to be willing to make your personality stand out. I think it's safe to say that I did that the best.
I picked up the guitar when I was young. I took regular lessons and progressed quickly. I was never a fan of my own singing voice but from time to time I'd sing to my younger sisters Adrienne and Olivia. They were, needless to say, my first fans. I strived to impress my family with my music. My siblings were easy to win over but my parents always thought I was wasting my time, especially when my school work started slipping due to my preoccupation with my instrument. They only started taking me seriously when I started filling out applications for colleges that would further my skill. They realized I was serious and that I wanted to do this full time. I am not one of those people whose families influenced them greatly either way. Sure, they shaped some of my traits but when it came down to it I was more influenced by my friends.
My friends, for example, like Ella Torres. I met Ella a long ass time ago. We went to school together and ever since the day we met we've been inseperable. She is like the sister I wanted, even though I have three to spare. Because of her I started considering colleges outside of the ones closer to home. I was all set to go to Chicago when she shoved a WUoA application in front of my face and insisted I fill it out. She's also the reason I auditioned for a scholarship and really, I can't thank her enough. Now we are here in Seattle, together, ready to pursue the things that make us happy.
I guess there are a few things I forgot, but they're not particularly things that changed my life. I'm gay, yes. But my parents and my friends knew that before I did. Nothing horrible ever happened to me. Sure, I got called names from time to time but who doesn't get teased? If anything, the name calling only made me stronger. Sure, I hate intolerance but intolerance for anything pisses me off. My past is not full of fantastic details. It's not riveting or depressing. It's just my past.
I'm more interested in my future.
Best Memory: I think I was thirteen, I'm pretty sure anyway. I was at least in junior high and I was at home in my room with my acoustic in my lap, leaning over the desk writing a song. Adam came in my room and asked me what I was working on. I expected him to make fun of me but instead he asked to hear it. That was the first time I played for Adam and instead of making fun of me he just smiled and nodded his head. Like he approved.
Worst Memory: It was sometime in high school. The first time I was called a fag. It hurt my feelings more than anything. I was with Ella and we were walking to class and all the sudden I heard someone yell "LOOK IT'S THE STEWART FAG!" I think what hurt my feelings most was that, at the time, I cared. And more so because I cared enough to cry.
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`Writing Skill ,,
(Written for Birds and Bees on Dec. 1st, 2008)
The water was freezing. It was worse than Jase remembered it to be. Swimming wasn't so bad in the summer but now that it was cooling down outside it seemed like it wasn't warming up at all. He was satisfied, however, that his splash had bothered her at least a little bit. It made him feel as though maybe he wasn't the only one with weaknesses in the water. But, again, he had gotten in before she had and she was probably already more used to the water than he was. Neither party would know if Jase's absence from the pool had damaged his skill any until they started that race. Maybe that was all he needed, a competetive race that was all for good fun and a few cups of coffee.
He hadn't meant to blow Ruth off as much as he had been lately, but the water was the last place he wanted to be. Really, it was probably the place he needed to be. Something about the water, if it was cold or not, cleared his head. Maybe if he stuck around for a few laps he could just completely forget that he had an annoying step-sister and and awful step-father. Maybe, just maybe, if he was lucky they would disappear into thin air. He thought briefly of what that would mean. Certainly more time with his friends, maybe late night movies where he sat on the couch beside Isabelle, hugging Melody with Ruth sitting on the floor between his legs. Ollie would be sitting his small distance from Isabelle and Daniel and Quinn would be fighting over the arm chair, Jase's mom would be right there with the gang, insisting that they watch the scary movie first so that they can have time to chill out during the funny one before everyone went home. Okay, so maybe that was an exaggeration. His step-dad and step-sister didn't cause that to go away, Jase just didn't want them in the picture anymore. They ruined his perfectly good life.
"The blocks, yeah?" Jase asked, glancing over at them. "From here? I'm game." He rubbed briefly at his arms and then sent another tiny wave as he took off. Hey, she didn't say there would be any signal to go! Besides, he needed the head start. She'd still probably beat him but if he could take the few extra strides before she hit he water then he was completely game. "Suck my waves!"
[/size][/center](Written for Birds and Bees on Dec. 1st, 2008)
The water was freezing. It was worse than Jase remembered it to be. Swimming wasn't so bad in the summer but now that it was cooling down outside it seemed like it wasn't warming up at all. He was satisfied, however, that his splash had bothered her at least a little bit. It made him feel as though maybe he wasn't the only one with weaknesses in the water. But, again, he had gotten in before she had and she was probably already more used to the water than he was. Neither party would know if Jase's absence from the pool had damaged his skill any until they started that race. Maybe that was all he needed, a competetive race that was all for good fun and a few cups of coffee.
He hadn't meant to blow Ruth off as much as he had been lately, but the water was the last place he wanted to be. Really, it was probably the place he needed to be. Something about the water, if it was cold or not, cleared his head. Maybe if he stuck around for a few laps he could just completely forget that he had an annoying step-sister and and awful step-father. Maybe, just maybe, if he was lucky they would disappear into thin air. He thought briefly of what that would mean. Certainly more time with his friends, maybe late night movies where he sat on the couch beside Isabelle, hugging Melody with Ruth sitting on the floor between his legs. Ollie would be sitting his small distance from Isabelle and Daniel and Quinn would be fighting over the arm chair, Jase's mom would be right there with the gang, insisting that they watch the scary movie first so that they can have time to chill out during the funny one before everyone went home. Okay, so maybe that was an exaggeration. His step-dad and step-sister didn't cause that to go away, Jase just didn't want them in the picture anymore. They ruined his perfectly good life.
"The blocks, yeah?" Jase asked, glancing over at them. "From here? I'm game." He rubbed briefly at his arms and then sent another tiny wave as he took off. Hey, she didn't say there would be any signal to go! Besides, he needed the head start. She'd still probably beat him but if he could take the few extra strides before she hit he water then he was completely game. "Suck my waves!"
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: Jesse
Age: 18
Role-playing experience: More than you.
How you found us: Nikki's brain told me about you before you were born, dearest Free Falling.
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