Post by damien jonathan harris on Jan 27, 2010 13:28:55 GMT -5
DAMIEN JONATHAN HARRIS!
HONEY IF YOU STAY, I'LL BE FORGIVEN
[/font][/color]THE CHARACTER[/center]
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character full name damien jonathan harris.
nicknames harris, kid with the face, weirdo.
age seventeen.
grade senior.
sex male.
full time student or live-in? no dorm. :].
playby alex gaskarth. <3.
THESE BRIGHT LIGHTS ALWAYS BLINDED ME
[/font][/color]THE LOOKS[/center]
[/color] irish, polish, italian.
heritage
height[/color] 6'1.
weight[/color] 175. he's very lanky.
eyes[/color] brown.
hair[/color] he's got a mess of long, light brown hair, that never seems to do what he wants it to do. it has a mind of it's own.
dressing style[/color] damien doesn't really have a certain kind of style. he generally just rummages around his drawers until he finds something clean to wear. most of the time you'll see damien sporting a plaid shirt, band shirt, or just a plain white shirt. his pants are usually tight and his accesories vary from day to day. sometimes he'll be wearing a big scarf or big sunglasses, other days he'll have nothing. the only thing damien is a little obsessed with is his hats and his boxers. damien has about a million hats and has certain boxers for certain days of the week. each holiday has their own set of boxers and he even has a few "lucky" ones set aside for special days.
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I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING
[/font][/color]THE PERSONALITY[/center]
[/color] coffee with irish cream, photography, weird people, quotes, horror movies, extreme sports, parties, jumping off things, falling out of trees, scaring people, doritos, ghost hunting, theories, the ladies, his jeep, writing, the smell of apples, hats, the color gray, family, friends, and his cat (hannibal.)
likes
dislikes[/color] chocolate, whores, oompa loompa's, sitting around and doing nothing, math, ignorance, homophobes, tea, lack of coffee in the morning, people touching his camera, and sponges.
fears[/color] never finding his true love and wasps.
goals[/color] to die and not regret one thing.
dirty little secret[/color] he likes hannah montana.
overall personality[/color]
chances are you'll never meet someone as...unusual as damien jonathan harris. the boy is a walking oddity. before you know him well, it's hard to make sense of what he's talking about and damien tends to be a bit random and strange when he speaks. however, once you get to know him a little bit better...well...that doesn't really change, but you might have a better understanding of how his brain works. at first he may come off as a bit scary, but once you get to know him, you'll realise that he really is a complete sweetheart/dork. damien is always trying to make people smile or brighten someone's day. he'll do anything to make someone happy, even if it means breaking a bone..or two..or three. speaking of bone breaking, damien has broken almost every bone is his skinny body. he loves adrenaline and tends to not think before he does anything stupid. biking, off roading, bungee jumping, you name it, damien has done it. he's a complete adrenaline junky and has a terrible habit of trying to scare people. thus, resulting in even more injuries.
however, damien does have a serious side and he knows when to not act like a complete goof ball. if you ever need to talk or need some advice, damien is the gotoguy. though the serious side is rare, it sometimes makes it's way to the surface. like everyone else on the planet, damien does get sad and occasionally angry. and when damien gets angry, it tends to get him in trouble. if you are acting like a complete, arrogant asshole, damien will call you out on it. no matter how big or small you are. he has a very bad temper and doesn't think before he gets into an argument with someone ten times his size. the boy is a little bit off his rocker at times, but over all, damien is a good guy to be around.
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CAN YOU SEE MY EYES SHINING BRIGHT?
[/font][/color]THE HISTORY[/center]
[/color] jenna harris. [35.]
mom
dad[/color] nicholas harris. [deceased.]
siblings[/color] nicole harris. [15.]
pets/other[/color] hannibal lecter. cat. [7.]
the secret life[/color]
damien was only seven years old when his dad past and since then, life hasn't been exactly easy for the harris family. even though they have gone through some financial and emotional problems in the past, the family has managed to stick together through the rough times. they may not exactly be the perfect or ideal family, but they all love each other. that's what really matters. damien grew up pretty underclass and the family has been living in a small apartment since nicholas passed, but it's a comfortable environment. damien has never minded really, he isn't too fancy and doesn't need superficial things to make him happy. however, his sister seems to be having a harder time. maybe it's different with girls. they want different things and better yet, more expensive things. sometimes she can be a brat, but in the end, jenna harris generally knows how to make her children happy. even if it isn't exactly what they want.
jenna harris works as a nurse and is almost never home, but she still does her best. when she is home, damien tries to spend as much time with her as possible. because she's an awesome mom. she's extremelly blunt and has a wicked sense of humour. damien loves his mom to death. the poor woman had to raise his little demonic self on her own. thankfully she works for a hospital or all those broken bones would have been more of a problem. she would get mad for a while, but now jenna just rolls her eyes and sends damien on his way to the emergency room. she'll give him the evil eye for a few days and then they'll both end up playing cards and laughing at the dinner table. who could stay mad at damien? it's just plain wrong.
since jenna works often, the harris children were pretty much raised by their uncle jack. uncle jack is...unique. he's an alcoholic and sings way too much, but he's an amazing guy at heart. he sold his soul to art and jack daniel's, but he always made sure his niece and nephew were happy. he taught damien how to paint and bought him his first camera. with nicole, he sold tons of paintings just to get her the hot pink ipod she had been fighting with jenna about for months. uncle jack was a loud, stumbling kind of drunk, but he was a nice guy whether he was sober or not. uncle jack sometimes crashes on the couch, much to the horror of damien's sister and her army of clones, but damien couldn't be happier. uncle jack is the man. the man with the plan.
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WITH WORDS I THOUGHT I'D NEVER SPEAK
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[/color] kristen.
name/alias
age[/color] seventeen.
gender[/color] female.
experience[/color] too many years to count.
where'd you find us?[/color] old site. <3.
other charcters?[/color] none yet.
rp example[/color]
to eat the pick, or not to eat the pickle.
that was the question.
damien stared into the glass that held the long, yellow/green things and pondered if he should consume them or not. pickles. they were so strange. he had never eaten a pickle before, mostly because he had felt bad for the once healthy, green cucumber. the poor thing was now covered in salt and floating in a vat of liquid death. maybe it had a family once. maybe it had dreams to be part of a wonderful salad. maybe it didn't want to be shoved in between a layer of cheese and meat, only to be served at mcdonalds. maybe it wanted to establish itself. maybe...
maybe it just wanted to be a cucumber, you know?
damien had heard that they were delicious, of course. salty and crunchy, the perfect combo, but would it be worth it in the end? knowing that he was eating what was once a happy, loving cucumber?
of course he could. damien plopped himself on the couch, holding the unopened jar of pickles, picked up the remote, and put on a recorded episode of dexter. what a lovely combination. serial killers and pickles, beautiful! damien popped open the lid and stared into the dark jar, waiting for the once cucumber to pop out and spray salt into damien's eyes. then the pickle would tie him up and cover him in salt, thus turning damien into a pickled damien. though it did sound kind of yummy, this never happened. damien closed his eyes and reached into the jar, pulling out a bumpy pickle. it was rather strange looking, but he quickly took a bite, so he did not hesitate any longer.
it.
was.
a.
beautiful.
thing.
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