Post by misfit on Feb 25, 2009 21:53:00 GMT 10
[/size]`Everret Gabriel Hadley !!!
Sweetheart, Loving, Protective
Name: Everret Gabriel Hadley
Nickname(s): Ever, Hadley
Major: Film
Age: 19
Grade: Freshman
Birthdate: July 19
Orientation: Straight
Location: Seattle, Washington
`Appearance ,,
Everret is 6'3 and 180 pounds of almost pure muscle. He has a semi-baby face but when he gets upset, tense, or angry, his features become sharp and his baby face disappears. He has black hair and brown eyes. Not a real dark brown but one that can be called beautiful by some. Everret hates his eyes and sometimes wears green contacts because he thinks that they go better with his darkend skintone. Everret is muscular, his chest is chiseled and he has a very nice six pack. Washboard abs baby.
His wardrobe is casual. Plain and simple. He normally wears jeans and some sort of form fitting t-shirt either plain or patterned (words, pictures, etc). His shoes normally consist of his battered black Converse or some sort of other skate shoe. He loves wearing any type of fleece or army jacket and you will almost always see him with one when there's the slightest chill in the air. Even thought Everret's look is casual, he can still dress to kill if he is required. Suits, tuxes, and just plain dress pants and shirts look good on this guy. Ask him to dress up and be ready to be amazed.
Everret is 6'3 and 180 pounds of almost pure muscle. He has a semi-baby face but when he gets upset, tense, or angry, his features become sharp and his baby face disappears. He has black hair and brown eyes. Not a real dark brown but one that can be called beautiful by some. Everret hates his eyes and sometimes wears green contacts because he thinks that they go better with his darkend skintone. Everret is muscular, his chest is chiseled and he has a very nice six pack. Washboard abs baby.
His wardrobe is casual. Plain and simple. He normally wears jeans and some sort of form fitting t-shirt either plain or patterned (words, pictures, etc). His shoes normally consist of his battered black Converse or some sort of other skate shoe. He loves wearing any type of fleece or army jacket and you will almost always see him with one when there's the slightest chill in the air. Even thought Everret's look is casual, he can still dress to kill if he is required. Suits, tuxes, and just plain dress pants and shirts look good on this guy. Ask him to dress up and be ready to be amazed.
Best Feature: My body, what's not to like? I'm 6'3 and have washboard abs. My skin is clear and tans easily. I don't think I've ever had a sunburn in my life. I'm a healthy 180 or so pounds and keep myself fit by running and stopping by the gym. Most girls will tell you that I look good and believe them, even if you haven't ever seen me.
Worst Feature: My eyes. They look like shit, literally. Sometimes they look nice to me but most of the time I hate them. If you know me, then you know that I wear green contacts out in the real world and no one knows that those sparkling green aren't natural unless you're a close friend. You can only ever catch me with my brown eyes when I'm at my home and have just woken up. Other than that, I'm all green. [/size]
`Personality ,,
SWEETHEART;
Alright. Everret is a normally sweet and caring guy. He will bend over backwards and give you the shirt off of his back if it got a smile out of you. He tries to be friendly with everyone, but of course that can come with mixed reactions though that never really seems to stop him. He is the joker of the group. Though that is true, Everret knows when it’s time to play and when it’s not. He can turn off the silliness in a matter of seconds and become very serious if the situation calls for that. He is sweet natured and quite protective over the people he cares about. He hates to see people hurt and tries his hardest to make people feel better even if it means putting off his own problems. Everret is the problem solver and will do whatever he can to ensure that you’re problems are fixed.
LOVING;
Everret is the loveable type. As was said before he is the sweetheart who would give you the shirt off of his back. He tries his hardest to make you feel good when you're down and will do anything to make you smile. He hates seeing people hurt and knows pain like no other. He's one of those special guys that get it and won't make fun of your pain. He shares his love with whoever will receive it, receive him. It's a bit step from the guy he used to be two years ago. The depressed one who would speak to no one, the one who wouldn't let anyone know what was on his mind.
PROTECTIVE(and angry);
This sweet natured boy has a temper. It may not be short-circuited but it is powerful. It takes a lot for this nineteen year old to blow, but when he does you better watch your ass. Everret can be the somewhat jealous type but you never see that come out in him too much. Though this boy doesn’t like to fight all of the time, he wouldn’t hesitate to cave your face in. Jealousy isn’t the only thing to set this monster off; his protectiveness can be a spark as well. You mess with someone he loves, and he’ll make sure you pay. Just watch yourself around him. When Everret finally blows, he will fling things, curse, maybe get in a fight with someone if they’re around and eventually, just sit and cry. He doesn’t like to become the angry animal that he sometimes becomes but most of the time, when he blows he has no control over his actions.So watch what you say about him or any of the people he cares about. Especialy the ones he is protective over.
SWEETHEART;
Alright. Everret is a normally sweet and caring guy. He will bend over backwards and give you the shirt off of his back if it got a smile out of you. He tries to be friendly with everyone, but of course that can come with mixed reactions though that never really seems to stop him. He is the joker of the group. Though that is true, Everret knows when it’s time to play and when it’s not. He can turn off the silliness in a matter of seconds and become very serious if the situation calls for that. He is sweet natured and quite protective over the people he cares about. He hates to see people hurt and tries his hardest to make people feel better even if it means putting off his own problems. Everret is the problem solver and will do whatever he can to ensure that you’re problems are fixed.
LOVING;
Everret is the loveable type. As was said before he is the sweetheart who would give you the shirt off of his back. He tries his hardest to make you feel good when you're down and will do anything to make you smile. He hates seeing people hurt and knows pain like no other. He's one of those special guys that get it and won't make fun of your pain. He shares his love with whoever will receive it, receive him. It's a bit step from the guy he used to be two years ago. The depressed one who would speak to no one, the one who wouldn't let anyone know what was on his mind.
PROTECTIVE(and angry);
This sweet natured boy has a temper. It may not be short-circuited but it is powerful. It takes a lot for this nineteen year old to blow, but when he does you better watch your ass. Everret can be the somewhat jealous type but you never see that come out in him too much. Though this boy doesn’t like to fight all of the time, he wouldn’t hesitate to cave your face in. Jealousy isn’t the only thing to set this monster off; his protectiveness can be a spark as well. You mess with someone he loves, and he’ll make sure you pay. Just watch yourself around him. When Everret finally blows, he will fling things, curse, maybe get in a fight with someone if they’re around and eventually, just sit and cry. He doesn’t like to become the angry animal that he sometimes becomes but most of the time, when he blows he has no control over his actions.So watch what you say about him or any of the people he cares about. Especialy the ones he is protective over.
Likes:
Girls
Food
Running
Parties
Love
Reading
Music
Challenges
Cuddles
Action movies
Sunsets
Dislikes:
Losing fights
Pain
Hate
Posers
Authority
Break-ups
Obnoxious people
Clinginess
Positive Traits:
Protective; Now,this is both good and bad. More good than bad because it tends to keep him and the people he cares about out of a lot of really bad situations.
Sensitive & Problem solver; Everret could be considered to be the definition of sensitivity but of course, with him being a guy, he barely shows it. Why would he risk it? Risk getting his reputation soiled just by being the sensitive kid he is and always has been? He is also known as the problem solver. He tends to try and think things through when it's to help someone else but the same can't be said for himself.
Romantic; Everret is definitely a romantic. Sadly, this is something he has to hide from everyone but his girlfriend. If he could ever keep one. For some reason or another, every girl he has ever gone out with has found a problem with him and dropped his ass. He is still confused as to why this happens and has yet to get a straight answer from anyone one of his ex-girlfriends.
Negative Traits:
Impulsive; This trait tends to get Everret into a bit of trouble. He tends to do alot of things without thinking which usually gets him into a bit of trouble in which he is forced to step back and think things through. Maybe even become to problem solver he so dutifully becomes for everyone else around him.
Anger; Everret has a temper on him. Thankfully not all too short circuited but definitely quite explosive once he has reached his breaking point. If you have done something to piss him off, then you have done something horrible to Everret like kick his dog or insult him outright continuously.
Looks; Everret's looks tend to get him into some trouble with his girlfriends. There are a lot of girls that he is sure wouldn't mind having a piece of him. But...that only comes around when he's dating someone else and most of the girls he's been with don't seem to be the most trustworthy when those girls come around him. Even if he doesn't even acknowledge the others. His looks are just something he can't help unless of course he wanted to just disfigure his face. But...why go through that kind of pain because of some obnoxious girls who love to toy with him?
Greatest Ambition:
Make it out of school and quite possibly find "that girl"
Greatest Fear:
Dying[/size]
`History ,,
Everret Gabriel Hadley was born on July 19, 1990 to the parents of Braden and Melissa Hadley. He was the first born of three boys and one girl. That makes four in all. He is the second oldest but by far the most protective. Always has been and probably always will be. His brothers are Justin Rider, Ryan Matthew, and Charlie Maxwell. His little sister is Samantha Elizabeth.
Growing up was pretty easy for the Hadley kids, their parents were pretty well off but they didn't spoil them. They made them work for any luxury they got which enstilled a since of accomplishment and made them more determined. As a kid, Everret and his brothers were always getting into fights. Both with themselves and others as they protected each other and their baby sister Sam. No one got their hands on her if they had anything to do with it.
As teenagers, the kids were close but as college neared they all began to split off in their seperate ways. One kid here, another there. A little over a year ago, Everret got a piece of news that would change his life forever. His longtime girlfriend Cassidy York was pregnant. With his sons. That's right, sons. Two identical little boys. Or so they came out to be on January 22nd, 2005. Both the happiest and saddest day. It was the day that his sons were born but also the day he lost the love of his life. Shortly after he got over his depression, he enrolled in Washington University (in his hometown no less) in hopes of making something of himself. For his boys. And Cassidy.
Everret Gabriel Hadley was born on July 19, 1990 to the parents of Braden and Melissa Hadley. He was the first born of three boys and one girl. That makes four in all. He is the second oldest but by far the most protective. Always has been and probably always will be. His brothers are Justin Rider, Ryan Matthew, and Charlie Maxwell. His little sister is Samantha Elizabeth.
Growing up was pretty easy for the Hadley kids, their parents were pretty well off but they didn't spoil them. They made them work for any luxury they got which enstilled a since of accomplishment and made them more determined. As a kid, Everret and his brothers were always getting into fights. Both with themselves and others as they protected each other and their baby sister Sam. No one got their hands on her if they had anything to do with it.
As teenagers, the kids were close but as college neared they all began to split off in their seperate ways. One kid here, another there. A little over a year ago, Everret got a piece of news that would change his life forever. His longtime girlfriend Cassidy York was pregnant. With his sons. That's right, sons. Two identical little boys. Or so they came out to be on January 22nd, 2005. Both the happiest and saddest day. It was the day that his sons were born but also the day he lost the love of his life. Shortly after he got over his depression, he enrolled in Washington University (in his hometown no less) in hopes of making something of himself. For his boys. And Cassidy.
Best Memory:
Birth of his sons Gabriel Ryan and Benjamin Everrett Hadley three years ago. It was the best damn thing that could have ever happened to him. Born on January 22, 2005.
"It's another boy!" Those were the words that filled young sixteen year old Everret's ears. He was a father. Not once but twice. Two identical twin boys. Two beautiful boys. In the beginning they were a mistake but now, Everret could not be happier than he was right now. He loved his boys and he hadn't even held them yet. Gabriel Ryan and Benjamin Everrett. Could not get any better than that.
Everret walked over and kissed Cassidy lightly as he smiled. "You did it babe." he said planting a kiss on her forehead. "I love you." he said as the first baby was brought over to them. His son. His flesh, his blood.
Worst Memory:
Death of Cassidy Isabelle York. Gabriel and Ben's mother, Everret's best friend and long time girlfriend. A tragic car accident took her life. March 11nd 2006, The worst day of young seventeen year old Everret's life.
A knock on the door brought young seventeen year old Everret sleepily to the door with his son Gabriel in his arms, his other son Ben not too far behind.
"Mr. Hadley?" Damn, Men in blue. "Yes?" Everret asked with a look of concern on his face. "May we come in?"
Time Lapse ten minutes
Everret could not believe what he had just heard. His sons were long gone from the room and didn't know what Everret knew yet. Of course they wouldn't understand that mommy was dead. Dead being the term that wouldn't register in their young, innocent minds. Everret opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. He had nothing to say. "We'll be going. Sorry for your loss Mr. Hadley." Mr Hadley...Yes, now that he was dealing with a death, he was supposed to be a man. Seventeen years old and already raising two kids alone. Well, not exactly alone but...at the moment it felt that way. "Thank you." he said as he let them out the door.
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`Writing Skill ,,
This is my best, about 930 words. My norm is anywhere from 300-500.
Rory was reflecting. That was the only way you could describe it unless you wanted to go out on a limb and say that he was causing himself undue pain. Which is really something that you could say. He had been walking aimlessly throughout the institute almost all day long thinking about Cassidy. And Carter. The bastard. He thought about Cassidy more than Carter and how hurt she had to be knowing that Rory was a killer. If she even knew. She had to know, there was no way not to. Yes, Rory had killed Carter. No other way to say it. Carter was dead because Rory had slit his throat, end of story.
Rory could remember that day vividly. He could remember the days leading up to that day vividly as well. It was as if Rory was watching a movie he didn't want to watch but one he was drawn to over and over again. Like watching a particularly gruesome car accident you don't want to see but still have the curious urge to do so. Yes, it was just like that. Morbid or not. Rory remembered Cassidy withdrawing from him. He remembered her rejections to his touch. She wouldn't let him kiss her, hug her. Rory could not touch her in any way. She panicked when he got near and he couldn't hold her when she cried. For a while Rory didn't understand. For the longest time he had thought it was something he had done but as it turned out, it wasn't him at all. It was Carter. Always fucking Carter for one thing or another. This time the asshole had gone too damn far. Rival or not.
Carter had raped Cassidy. The love of Rory's life. It had been utterly unacceptable. Of course Rory hadn't exactly gone out with a plan to kill Carter (even though he had fantasized about it sometimes) but it had just worked out to his advantage. Rory could remember that day almost perfectly. The day after Cassidy had finally told him about the rape. Rory had snapped and went to find Carter's ass. Wanted to bash his pretty boy face in and just let him know that Rory didn't give a damn whether he lived or died.
"What the fuck were you thinking James?" he asked with every bit of fury in his voice. Carter had stared at him blankly for a long moment before letting a sly smile creep onto his face. "Do what Noack?" he asked as if he were really clueless. "Why'd you rape her?" he asked his icy blue gaze turning to what looked like a smoky gray, a cold, hard, unforgiving gray. "I didn't rape no one asshole." Yeah, like Rory believed him for a second. "Right. Why'd you rape Cassidy?" Rory felt his fist clench up along with his heart as he said those words. "I said I didn't rape her. I just simply got what I wanted because she was so willing." That threw Rory over the edge. He launched himself at the nineteen year old with all of the fury and vengeance he had in him and started pounding the bastard in the face. Moments later, Rory had caught sight of the metal. The small glint that he winked at him ever so slightly as Carter pulled the knife from his pocket. They fought for a few more moments before Carter tried to use it, Rory stopped it before it pierced his chest, slicing his left hand as he did so. That only infuriated Rory even more. When the moment came, Rory got ahold of the knife and, without much thought, slit Carter's throat. He watched as the light died out of the guy's eyes and the blood gushed from the wound and seeped into the shirt beneath. Fuck. Rory had taken off after that cleaning the blade as he did.
A few days after that Rory had been picked up. Someone had seen Rory and Carter together or knew about their long time rivalry. Something like that. Whatever the case, Rory had been picked up and put through the courts after no one else had stepped up. Rory had pleaded insanity after self-defense failed and that was how he ended up Edgewood. Insanity being the base of his assualt & battery, and murder charges.
Moving slowly but swiftly into the cemetery, he started to wonder why and how he had ended up here. There was no real reason to be here among the dead patients other than the fact that something had caught his eye. A fellow patient was sitting among the tombstones stiff as the stones themselves. Something was wrong. Rory didn't really know the guy but had seen around once or twice. Hadn't ever spoken to him that he could remember. Name was Kurucz. Couldn't remember his first name at the moment (if he had even ever known it). Walking near him, he lowered himself down to the ground as well in order not to intimidate the guy by standing over him. Some people were quite intimidated by his size, especially when he was standing over them. Rory looked at him for a long moment before settling himself down against the wall in the same fashion that the other guy had. "A little depressing isn't it?" he asked not really expecting an answer but not minding if there was one all the same.
[/size][/center]This is my best, about 930 words. My norm is anywhere from 300-500.
Rory was reflecting. That was the only way you could describe it unless you wanted to go out on a limb and say that he was causing himself undue pain. Which is really something that you could say. He had been walking aimlessly throughout the institute almost all day long thinking about Cassidy. And Carter. The bastard. He thought about Cassidy more than Carter and how hurt she had to be knowing that Rory was a killer. If she even knew. She had to know, there was no way not to. Yes, Rory had killed Carter. No other way to say it. Carter was dead because Rory had slit his throat, end of story.
Rory could remember that day vividly. He could remember the days leading up to that day vividly as well. It was as if Rory was watching a movie he didn't want to watch but one he was drawn to over and over again. Like watching a particularly gruesome car accident you don't want to see but still have the curious urge to do so. Yes, it was just like that. Morbid or not. Rory remembered Cassidy withdrawing from him. He remembered her rejections to his touch. She wouldn't let him kiss her, hug her. Rory could not touch her in any way. She panicked when he got near and he couldn't hold her when she cried. For a while Rory didn't understand. For the longest time he had thought it was something he had done but as it turned out, it wasn't him at all. It was Carter. Always fucking Carter for one thing or another. This time the asshole had gone too damn far. Rival or not.
Carter had raped Cassidy. The love of Rory's life. It had been utterly unacceptable. Of course Rory hadn't exactly gone out with a plan to kill Carter (even though he had fantasized about it sometimes) but it had just worked out to his advantage. Rory could remember that day almost perfectly. The day after Cassidy had finally told him about the rape. Rory had snapped and went to find Carter's ass. Wanted to bash his pretty boy face in and just let him know that Rory didn't give a damn whether he lived or died.
"What the fuck were you thinking James?" he asked with every bit of fury in his voice. Carter had stared at him blankly for a long moment before letting a sly smile creep onto his face. "Do what Noack?" he asked as if he were really clueless. "Why'd you rape her?" he asked his icy blue gaze turning to what looked like a smoky gray, a cold, hard, unforgiving gray. "I didn't rape no one asshole." Yeah, like Rory believed him for a second. "Right. Why'd you rape Cassidy?" Rory felt his fist clench up along with his heart as he said those words. "I said I didn't rape her. I just simply got what I wanted because she was so willing." That threw Rory over the edge. He launched himself at the nineteen year old with all of the fury and vengeance he had in him and started pounding the bastard in the face. Moments later, Rory had caught sight of the metal. The small glint that he winked at him ever so slightly as Carter pulled the knife from his pocket. They fought for a few more moments before Carter tried to use it, Rory stopped it before it pierced his chest, slicing his left hand as he did so. That only infuriated Rory even more. When the moment came, Rory got ahold of the knife and, without much thought, slit Carter's throat. He watched as the light died out of the guy's eyes and the blood gushed from the wound and seeped into the shirt beneath. Fuck. Rory had taken off after that cleaning the blade as he did.
A few days after that Rory had been picked up. Someone had seen Rory and Carter together or knew about their long time rivalry. Something like that. Whatever the case, Rory had been picked up and put through the courts after no one else had stepped up. Rory had pleaded insanity after self-defense failed and that was how he ended up Edgewood. Insanity being the base of his assualt & battery, and murder charges.
Moving slowly but swiftly into the cemetery, he started to wonder why and how he had ended up here. There was no real reason to be here among the dead patients other than the fact that something had caught his eye. A fellow patient was sitting among the tombstones stiff as the stones themselves. Something was wrong. Rory didn't really know the guy but had seen around once or twice. Hadn't ever spoken to him that he could remember. Name was Kurucz. Couldn't remember his first name at the moment (if he had even ever known it). Walking near him, he lowered himself down to the ground as well in order not to intimidate the guy by standing over him. Some people were quite intimidated by his size, especially when he was standing over them. Rory looked at him for a long moment before settling himself down against the wall in the same fashion that the other guy had. "A little depressing isn't it?" he asked not really expecting an answer but not minding if there was one all the same.
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: Courtney
Age: 15
Role-playing experience: 1
How you found us: Clairemont I think.
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