Post by PENN JACOBSON ARCHER on Dec 28, 2008 1:08:49 GMT -5
PENN JAMESON ARCHER
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And everybody gets there, everybody gets there
And everybody gets their way
I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her
Now I'm the only one to blame
Things have changed for me, and that's okay
I feel the same, I'm on my way, and I say
Things have changed for me, and that's okay
I'D STAY THE HAND OF GOD[/color]
BUT THE WAR IS ON YOUR LIPS[/font][/center]
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BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES[/color]
EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED[/font]
NAME MEANING: - - -
NICKNAMES: Pennieboy; Archer;
SEX: male;
AGE: seventeen.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight;
ETHNICITY: caucasian.
MEMBER GROUP: student/part-time bartender.
CANON OR ORIGINAL:[/color][/font] canon.
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THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT[/color]
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION[/font]
HAIR: a dusty dark,almost brown blonde that is usually giving the apperance of that he didn't even brush it, just ran some fingers through it.
EYES: a sort of murky color that cannot decide weither to be blue or green.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 6'1" and 184 pounds.
BODY TYPE: tall, manly, and muscular.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: He usually has a one-day stubble on his face, he has thicker muscles, and you can usually find him near his leather jacket, or motorcycle. He smells of a mixture of Old Spice and Motorcycle gas.[/color][/font]
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BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME[/font]
; motorcycles [most specifically, his 1980 Harley]
; leather jackets
; beer
; the ladies
; math class
; sports
; the bar [he likes working there.]
; his cellphone.
; money
; his old collection of little plastic motorcycles
; dogs [mainly his doberman; Maximillion; or Max.]
; freedom
; talking
; sleep
; dinosaurs
; parties.
DISLIKES:
; snobs
; the sins;...mostly
; his mother
; his sister [okay, he doesn't mind her, but.... not his favorite person.]
; idiots
; ditzy girls
; blood
; doctors
; being in enclosed spaces
; not being allowed to play sports
; people who think they can ride a motorcycle but can't
; drunk idiots who ask stupid questions while he works
; chocolate
; tofu
; cats
; the zoo
STRENGTHS:
; mathematics
; history
; fixing/re-building motorcycles
; making awesaome drink mixes
; comedian
; anything to do with sports
; knows many of the tricks that kids from the 'bad side of the tracks' know.
; pretty damn clever.
; can use either hands to write
WEAKNESSES:
; a bit hard to open up
; a bit of a loudmouth.
; accepting big changes
; he'd do anything if you gave him a good motorcycle
HABITS/QUIRKS:
; chews on the end of her pen or pencil
; tends to write with whatever hand that is closer to what he needs it to.
; likes to crack is knuckles
; has a tendancy to talk too much
; is always the responsible one at parties.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Penn is the scholorly type in a way. He likes being engrossed in the nearest book and being dead to the world. Ask him and he can reciet anything he's read, even if he read it ages ago. His mental capacity seems large and his memorization skills are amazing. He likes school and plans to be a doctor, or lawyer, or... ah hell, he still cannot decide. He loves the smell of new books, oddly enough, and makes him seem to be a wierd one. He usually is a straight A student, unless he totally messes up or something. He isn't usually a favorite between the teachers though, since he likes to make smart-ass comments in class and witty comebacks. He tends to sit near the back and fantasizes about being somewhere else, unless its gym, than he's all for it. He likes to help people and can seem very quiet. He has a mature attitude and seems older than he actually is in the way he acts. He is a very observant person and likes to read peoples facial expressions and understand things. He hates being out of the loop. Penn has a habit to chew on his pen when he's thinking and he squints his eyes sometimes in frustration. On to his anger. Penn has a slight bit of a temper issue...
Okay, the issue is bigger. He has a pretty odd temper, it flares up unwillingly and than just dies down. He can get mad at trivel things and than seem calm when huge problems occur. His natural way of working is a bit of leadership thing. He likes to be in charge of things and know exactially what is going on. He doesn't like the feeling of being helpless, as I said before, out of the loop. Penn always takes the leadership role when he can, and just won't take many orders from others unless it is utterly neccisary. He is pretty silent about pain and hates showing much weakness. If he falls, breaks a leg, and gets a concussion, he'd just try to be like 'Oh it's nothing' and limp himself for a week until someone finally makes him go to the hospital. He tends to be a bit stupid when it comes to not showing weakness, though. I mean, after a week with a concussion, ends up with him in the hospital for a week and nearly going in to a coma. His lack of judgment to show weakness tends to sort of lead to his other problem. Stubbornness. Penn is the damnest most stubborn person you've ever met, and will ever meet. If it doesn't go his way, his temper flares. A bad temper and stubborn? A reciepe for disaster.Penn likes any and all sports. He'll join any club you want him too, since he loves to socalize. Mainly overall, he's just good at sports though. He was raised learning to fend for himself.His slighty southern accent flares when he's stressed, but otherwise e talks somewhat normally.
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LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE[/color]
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS[/font]
Jacobson Thomas Archer; 56; Lawyer
Annabee Carrolynne Archer;50; Dead
SIBLINGS:
- - Archer; Twin; 17; Student
Jake Nicholase Archer; 11; Student
OTHER FAMILY:
none that are important.
PETS:
Maximillion;2 years of age; Penn's dog.
OVERALL HISTORY:
Penn was born to Thomas Archer and Annabee Archer on October 31st. He was a twin to - - Archer, and he doesn't remember his life before he was sent up for adoption. The young couple couldn't handle both the babies, so they decided that their son was to be put up for adoption.Penn was barely a week old when he was adopted by a women by the name of Anne Terr. She wasn't a kind women, only liking her children when they where in the age Penn was. For the first year of his life, He felt Anne loved him like her own two daughters, Maria and Sandy. When he was finally one and a half he reliezed his new mothers attention died down. Making him become the new definition for 'The terrible two's'
He lived with Anne and her twin daughters for a while. He was always the youngest, picked on by the two and soon ignored and shunned by Anne. He was barely the age of four when she got together with Henry, an abusive man who drank more often than he blinked. She adored him, for reasons little Penn couldn't understand. Henry didn't like any of the children, he wanted his Anne for himself. He would hit them, showing who was boss, so Penn grew up terrified of the man, and finally when he was eight, he was sent back up for adoption when the cops caught Henry beating up him and the twins, who went up also, Anne didn't care much.
Penn moved in with a older women, the age of fourty, when he was eight and a half. He had been shuffled around and glad for a new home. The women's name was Mandie and seemed kind at first, until he met the others. Mandie had four other adopted children, two Penn's age, a girl and a boy, and two much older, one sixteen and the other fourteen, both girls. Mandie would lock them in the basement and use them as her own personal servants. She didn't care for them, just wanted to live like the queen she insisted she was. Penn was used like her own little cook, making him burn his fingers and cook things he never could even do. He hated his life with her.
When he was thirteen, he moved again. Mandie was sick of her current workers, so she sent them back, hoping for more later on. Penn got sent to live with a married couple, Jerry and Micha. They seemed nice, two religious people who thought Penn was their own son, not some adopted child. They couldn't have a child, so they gave Penn a chance. This was one of the happier years in Penn's life, when he got into schooling and everything. When Micha became pregnant, a miracle in itself, they sent him away.
Until he was about fifteen and a half, Penn was shuffled between adoption centers, shelters, some foster homes over night, and other places like that. A permanent home was hard for an older boy, especially one with a need for motorcycles and sports like Penn. This was when Thomas and Anna came in contact with him. He couldn't believe it, he had a twin sister and a little brother, and his real parents wanted him back. It had been a while, and they had been trying to get him a few years after they let him go. He still feels a slight resentment towards him. When he was allowed to go home with his true family, it seem great, they where just getting ready to move to a new town, so they could have a new start, but Annabee seemed resentful of him. When he turned sixteen, on his birthday, she commited suicide. Many say she was depressed, and Thomas says that she hadn't been the same since Jake was born, but even now, in a new town with a new life, he still feels guilty.
Adoptive homes; Abuse; Death; Gheez, his life sucked so far. Will it get any better?
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WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE[/color]
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU[/font]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
A girl moved forward, her lithe, pale body sliding forward through the pathway. Thick brown waves piled down around her face, quick wisps of dark hair around everywhere. Her pale blue eyes aimed forward as she walked. She moved quickly, lips tense as she reached her final destination. She smiled as they reached the large meadow of a park, oh, did she forget to explain they? On either side of her was a large irish setter, the color of dark red, each had on a long leash and a thick collar. The girl strode in to the park, she didn't exacally have that different of a look to her, just average clothes really, a pair of designer dark blue jeans, a red halter top, and a pair of converse on her feet. Her small body moved swiftly as she glanced forward at a large green grass field. Her name? Alice Dessderra Raintree, otherwise known as one of the virtues, Paitence, but i wasn't like she went advertising that. On her sides where her two purebred setters, Dia and Kahn. She reached down, pressing the clip to open the leash off for the dog, a smile slid on her face as the two dogs started sprinting around the trees in the field.
Alice slid down a nearby oak tree she was sitting on her butt. Her back leaning against the large trees brown trunk. She pulled a black bag from her back, the backpacks large form was laced down, showing the more amount of weight it carried. She smiled and looked up to see Dia watching her, Kahn was over peeing on a nearby tree. "Share D." Alice muttered, pulling a tennis ball out of the bag and throwing it accross the meadow.She stood up with a slight smile on her face as the dog returned the ball, she threw it again quickly before reaching up and pulling a few leaves from the tree. She placed the colored leaves next to her, how she loved the different greens and reds that the trees produced. She always took a few with her every time she came with the dogs, and she had quite a bit of a collection going at home. She moved downward and carefully sat herself on the ground.
Home, really, was it home? She hadn't considered anywhere home for quite a long time. She had a home at first with Thomes and Alison, but the home became a hell when Alison commited suicide. Many though that Alice had a soft past, one that had hardly nay death or deceat. I mean, she was a virtue, they where supposed to have the good lives, right? How wrong it was. She had a crappy life so far anyways. With no love, and being shuffled between places. Of course, she had the false love of one night stands and such, it was almost a release though, the one night stands, they made her feel somewhat normal, not that of a virtue. She moved her hand up and scratched the large setters ears, before throwing the soggy tennis ball again.
Alice slid down a nearby oak tree she was sitting on her butt. Her back leaning against the large trees brown trunk. She pulled a black bag from her back, the backpacks large form was laced down, showing the more amount of weight it carried. She smiled and looked up to see Dia watching her, Kahn was over peeing on a nearby tree. "Share D." Alice muttered, pulling a tennis ball out of the bag and throwing it accross the meadow.She stood up with a slight smile on her face as the dog returned the ball, she threw it again quickly before reaching up and pulling a few leaves from the tree. She placed the colored leaves next to her, how she loved the different greens and reds that the trees produced. She always took a few with her every time she came with the dogs, and she had quite a bit of a collection going at home. She moved downward and carefully sat herself on the ground.
Home, really, was it home? She hadn't considered anywhere home for quite a long time. She had a home at first with Thomes and Alison, but the home became a hell when Alison commited suicide. Many though that Alice had a soft past, one that had hardly nay death or deceat. I mean, she was a virtue, they where supposed to have the good lives, right? How wrong it was. She had a crappy life so far anyways. With no love, and being shuffled between places. Of course, she had the false love of one night stands and such, it was almost a release though, the one night stands, they made her feel somewhat normal, not that of a virtue. She moved her hand up and scratched the large setters ears, before throwing the soggy tennis ball again.
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