Post by charlie allen stewart on Jul 1, 2009 10:08:51 GMT 10
[/size]`charles allen stewart !
happy, friendly, proud
Name: Charles Allen Stewart
Nickname(s): Charlie
Degree: Art
Major: Music
Minor: Education
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 suppose 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.
[/size]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 suppose 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 SBU 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 SBU 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 !
UNPREPARED WAS AN UNDERSTATEMENT. More fittingly, Christian was at a complete loss. His plan had only gone so far. He’d written it out in his head. Bid higher than Dallas, get Maura alone, tell her he messed up. But after letting her know how much he wanted her, Christian’s plan ran out of steam. He wasn’t sure what he could say to her without risking his reputation as the guy who didn’t care. It was a shame, really, that he wasn’t ready to let go of that and be completely real with Maura, but did she expect that of him? He’d never heard anything about it before, and sure, it was childish, but he was holding on to it. Having not expected his plan to actually work (he’d figured Maura would put up more of a fight, or that Dallas would tail them and make it impossible for them to be alone). Quite surprised when she agreed to his ‘just talking’ alone in his car, Chris was going through a list in his head of things he could say that would help his case. Unfortunately, all he could think of was why he was better than Dallas. She seemed too amused by his jealousy. Jealousy he wouldn’t admit to. “I’m not jealous,” he defended himself, lying through his teeth. “He’s the last person in the world I should be jealous of.” Lie. Dallas had everything Christian wanted and was taking complete advantage of it. Maura was a prize worth being jealous of. She just didn’t need to know that he envied Dallas.
Determined to make some sort of effort to get Maura back on his side (or rather, his arm) Christian climbed into the drivers seat and immediately reached for her hand again as soon as the door was shut behind him. Yes, he knew that Maura knew he wanted her. That much was obvious. If he didn’t, why would he go through so much effort to get her alone? It wasn’t to piss her off, which would be the only other reason he would do such a thing. It was because he honestly felt that he had screwed her over, screwed himself over, by not joining her when he said he would. He chickened out, for what reason he was unsure. He couldn’t tell if it was because he was afraid of honestly getting close with someone or because he didn’t want Maura to think he was an awful person once she was alone with him. Both of these things were reasons he would not share with Maura, as much as she may want to know. It was something he couldn’t bring himself to say, a reality he refused to face. The image he had of himself was important and it seemed that more and more lately it was getting destroyed.
“I mean it, May…” Christian started, sucking in a deep breath as if being honest with her was painful. Tip-toeing around the truth was hard to do, especially when the truth hurt more than anything. He was a coward and even though he wouldn’t admit it, he knew it was true. It was also something he hated. “I made a mistake. I hurt you. I realize that you have every reason to hate me. But can I help it that I still want you? You can’t tell me that you’re over it all that quickly…” As he baited the hook, he waited patiently for her to catch hold of it. Hopefully she’d admit to still having feelings for him and Christian could shift his attention to what she wanted over what he wanted. If he could play on her desires, her honest want to be with him as he wanted to be with her, he wouldn’t have to face anything he wasn’t willing to.
“I miss you.” It wasn’t a lie. Maura had been his friend, one of the few people who considered him a friend anyway, and then had turned into something more. Although he didn’t seem to pay much attention to other people or appreciate what they did for him, Christian really did appreciate Maura for ever calling him a friend. He didn’t have many, another thing he wasn’t going to admit. There were also very few times in his life that Christian actually cared about the girl he was with. Maura happened to be the girl he cared about most, if she knew it or not. Hell, if he knew it or not. How could he let her go? Especially to some lame ass guy named Dallas who couldn’t even outbid him at five hundred dollars.
He scooted closer, as close as he could get without sitting on top of the center console. Squeezing her hand, Chris tilted his head, pressing his lips to the shoulder of his jacket that he’d put on her back inside of The Zone. He’d never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Maura. He wasn’t sure if it was because he couldn’t have her or because he truly had feelings for her. Whatever it was, she seemed to have more power over him than he was letting on. Maura had him wrapped around her little finger and she didn’t even know it. “Don’t tell me you’re over us already.”
[/size][/center]UNPREPARED WAS AN UNDERSTATEMENT. More fittingly, Christian was at a complete loss. His plan had only gone so far. He’d written it out in his head. Bid higher than Dallas, get Maura alone, tell her he messed up. But after letting her know how much he wanted her, Christian’s plan ran out of steam. He wasn’t sure what he could say to her without risking his reputation as the guy who didn’t care. It was a shame, really, that he wasn’t ready to let go of that and be completely real with Maura, but did she expect that of him? He’d never heard anything about it before, and sure, it was childish, but he was holding on to it. Having not expected his plan to actually work (he’d figured Maura would put up more of a fight, or that Dallas would tail them and make it impossible for them to be alone). Quite surprised when she agreed to his ‘just talking’ alone in his car, Chris was going through a list in his head of things he could say that would help his case. Unfortunately, all he could think of was why he was better than Dallas. She seemed too amused by his jealousy. Jealousy he wouldn’t admit to. “I’m not jealous,” he defended himself, lying through his teeth. “He’s the last person in the world I should be jealous of.” Lie. Dallas had everything Christian wanted and was taking complete advantage of it. Maura was a prize worth being jealous of. She just didn’t need to know that he envied Dallas.
Determined to make some sort of effort to get Maura back on his side (or rather, his arm) Christian climbed into the drivers seat and immediately reached for her hand again as soon as the door was shut behind him. Yes, he knew that Maura knew he wanted her. That much was obvious. If he didn’t, why would he go through so much effort to get her alone? It wasn’t to piss her off, which would be the only other reason he would do such a thing. It was because he honestly felt that he had screwed her over, screwed himself over, by not joining her when he said he would. He chickened out, for what reason he was unsure. He couldn’t tell if it was because he was afraid of honestly getting close with someone or because he didn’t want Maura to think he was an awful person once she was alone with him. Both of these things were reasons he would not share with Maura, as much as she may want to know. It was something he couldn’t bring himself to say, a reality he refused to face. The image he had of himself was important and it seemed that more and more lately it was getting destroyed.
“I mean it, May…” Christian started, sucking in a deep breath as if being honest with her was painful. Tip-toeing around the truth was hard to do, especially when the truth hurt more than anything. He was a coward and even though he wouldn’t admit it, he knew it was true. It was also something he hated. “I made a mistake. I hurt you. I realize that you have every reason to hate me. But can I help it that I still want you? You can’t tell me that you’re over it all that quickly…” As he baited the hook, he waited patiently for her to catch hold of it. Hopefully she’d admit to still having feelings for him and Christian could shift his attention to what she wanted over what he wanted. If he could play on her desires, her honest want to be with him as he wanted to be with her, he wouldn’t have to face anything he wasn’t willing to.
“I miss you.” It wasn’t a lie. Maura had been his friend, one of the few people who considered him a friend anyway, and then had turned into something more. Although he didn’t seem to pay much attention to other people or appreciate what they did for him, Christian really did appreciate Maura for ever calling him a friend. He didn’t have many, another thing he wasn’t going to admit. There were also very few times in his life that Christian actually cared about the girl he was with. Maura happened to be the girl he cared about most, if she knew it or not. Hell, if he knew it or not. How could he let her go? Especially to some lame ass guy named Dallas who couldn’t even outbid him at five hundred dollars.
He scooted closer, as close as he could get without sitting on top of the center console. Squeezing her hand, Chris tilted his head, pressing his lips to the shoulder of his jacket that he’d put on her back inside of The Zone. He’d never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Maura. He wasn’t sure if it was because he couldn’t have her or because he truly had feelings for her. Whatever it was, she seemed to have more power over him than he was letting on. Maura had him wrapped around her little finger and she didn’t even know it. “Don’t tell me you’re over us already.”
`Behind The Character !
Name: Jesse
Age: 19
Role-playing experience: 'Nuff
How you found us: I was there when Nicole gave birth.
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