Post by Westin Patrick Ison on Feb 1, 2011 22:38:13 GMT -7
WESTIN PATRICK ISON
"I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time
And every creature lends themselves to change your state of mind
And the girl that chased the rabbit drank the wine and took the pill
Has locked herself in limbo to see how it truly feels"
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Westin Patrick Ison
Nickname(s): Wes, "Baba" (for Hailey's use and Hailey's use, only)
Gender: male
Age: eighteen
Birthdate: September 11th, 1992
Sexuality: heterosexual
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Charles Dodgson...aka Lewis Carroll
Played By: Alex Gaskarth
Grade: senior
Boarding: nope
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 6'3"
Weight: 157 lbs
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: naturally brown but he's been known to put blonde streaks in it or dye is a caramel brown
Build: tall and kind of lanky
Scars: none
Piercings/Tattoos: one on the inside of his left lower arm of a skeleton trick-or-treating click
Personal Style: To be perfectly honest, a lot of his clothes are second hand. Wes buys a good majority of his clothes from the thrift store. He's not ashamed about it, though. He actually digs the vintage style. Who's honestly going to know if his plaid shirt is from Zumiez or Goodwill?
Wes wears a lot of plaid or hoodies. He has plaid and hoodies in a wide variety of colors. He usually wears a t-shirt beneath said hoodie or shirt. Sometimes a V-neck. Wes wears nothing but skinny jeans, though, and usually a sweet pair of sneakers. During the winter, he keeps warm by donning his favorite leather jacket and his "Pakistani bomber" scarf. On sunny days, he's not seen without his rayban knock off sunglasses (got them for about 5 bucks at wal-mart. Not bad, eh?). Wes really likes hats and is not generally seen without his slouchy black hat. Every now and then he'll accessorize with a necklace or some woven bracelets, a bead bracelet Hailey made for him or rubber "I <3 Boobies" bracelets.
Appearance:
Wes's hair. Where to begin? Well, naturally, Wes has brown hair. It's a rather unremarkable shade of medium brown. When Wes was 12, however, he broke out the hair dye and he hasn't had natural hair since. He colors like locks a carmel-ish color with highlights, but he's been known to have blonde chunks in his hair and dark brown hair. His hair is always styled purposely messy (because he really doesn't have a lot of time to make it neat), with swooping bangs and...lord really knows what going on in the back.
Wes is Caucasian, though he tans rather well in the summer. He tries to stay clean shaven, but sometimes he forgets. Other times, he has no time to shave and can get a bit of a scruff going on and attempted to dominate his lower face. Every now and then, Wes will be sporting a bruise from his mother that he generally will lie about and shrug off, saying that he fell down or something rather than blaming Alice.
Wes's clothes are laid back and relaxed and despite how much pressure there truly is in life, the way he carries himself is rather laid back as well. He is usually leaning against something, whether it be a pole, wall, chair or table. His hands will reside in his pockets if they're not occupied. When he stands to his full height, he's 6'3". But Wes rarely stands at full height. He slouches when he sits and stands, making him about 3-4 inches shorter than what he really is. It's not a thing of lack-of-confidence. People just tend to be shorter and Wes doesn't like looking down on anyone. So, he slouches. That's more convenient for his two-year-old sister anyway.
Though he's not a muscle man by far (he doesn't mind missing gym class), Wes is a bit stronger than he looks and he is in shape. He's constantly running back and forth between home, school, work, and daycare. And he lifts his 28 pound sister every day and carries her around. It builds a bit of muscle after a while. Not football team muscles, but enough to look decent.
Perhaps it's due to all his time around his little sister and trying to keep her happy despite their parental situation. Perhaps it's because a good majority of his time is spent in his own imagination, coming up with a new story to tell. Whatever it is, Wes almost always has a smile on his face. His smile goes from anywhere between completely goofy to a small mischievous smirk to a relaxes pleasant grin. His smile gives him a more relaxed aura, but his eyes are where his true feelings lie. He cannot hide anything from showing in his eyes. There may be a smile on his face, but his eyes will tell you if he's truly pleased or very, very pissed.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: his little sister, kids, donuts, writing, photography, making people smile, sun, summer, school, singing, pain pills, imagination, halloween, missing gym, blue skies, green grass, swing sets, guitars, colors, tea, pretty eyes, American McGee's Alice, computer games, reading, learning, sleeping
Dislikes: liquor, migraines, when his sister cries, his reputation, skipping showers, winter (his wonderland was NOT laden with snow THANK YOU VERY MUCH. winter wonderland my ass), mom being drunk, being broke, being hungry, having homework pile up, his nervous stutter, bring cold, missing every other class except gym, all nighters, Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland...honestly, what the hell was that?
Dreams: to graduate high school, buy an apartment and move in with Hailey
Fears: his mother's violence when she's drunk, losing Hailey, being expelled
Habits/Hobbies: photography, popping pills, taking care of hailey, working, stuttering when nervous, learning new accents
Secret(s): he's addicted to pain killers and he keeps his personal life as quiet as possible for fear of social services taking hailey away
Personality:
In school, Wes comes off as a slacker. He misses a lot of school and doesn't hand in his work. Teachers and a few peers see him as irresponsible and going no where. However, the truth is he is the exact opposite, it's just that school work is not first on his list of responsibilities. Wes is fully responsible for his younger sister Hailey, trying to act as both her mother and her father to give her a good life. He walks her to daycare before school and picks her up after. He cares for her when she is sick and if need be, he calls himself in sick to school and stays by her side and gets her anything she needs until she feels better. The idea of a night out partying and getting plastered would never cross his mind. Wes holds a job burger flipping and/or waiting at a diner downtown and cleaning up the concert grounds in the summer. He doesn't spend his money on anything but the necessary items and what isn't spent is divided into two piggy banks. One for Christmas. The other for an apartment. Because of this way of life, Wes is awfully reluctant to spend money. Ever. He check price tags on everything and if it's too expensive, he settles for the next best thing.
Though his GPA doesn't seem to reflect it, he's a very bright boy. He loves to learn, even though he's already very intelligent. Wes would much rather settle down with a book from the library than watch television. Before Hailey, all of his free time was spent on books. Westin read all sorts of books. He read fantasies like Harry Potter, Interview with the Vampire and Neverwhere. He devoured mysteries and psychological thrillers like The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, Hannibal Rising and Red Dragon. He read American classics such as The Great Gatsby, The Crucible and A Catcher in the Rye. He soaked up world literature, like Beowulf, Dante's Inferno, Angela's Ashes and various works of Shakespeare. Despite his repertoire of literature he had read, Westin's favorite author is Dr. Suess and he loves reading classics such as Green Eggs and Ham, The Cat in the Hat and One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish to his little sister. He was an Oxford man in his past life as well as a mathematician, logician and deacon. His brains from his past life was something he took with him from his past life.
His imagination was also carried over. What? Did you honestly expect the author of Alice in Wonderland to lose that touch? Westin has excellent communication skills (when he's not nervous), especially around children. He's found that children are quite easy to please and seeing their smile can truly be one of the best and purest things in the world. He can paint pictures and create new worlds and realms with a few simple words he just came up with and a charming smile. He's extremely creative and has been known to paint, write and sing, but his favorite creative outlet is photography. He doesn't own his own camera, but the photography actually likes Wes and she lets him borrow the $700 school camera often to use as he pleases.
He likes making people smile with his work. Wes likes pleasing people in general. He's a very loving and sweet guy towards people when you get to know him. He would bend over backwards for his sister and would go to the moon and back for anyone that mattered to him.
Since he's desperate to keep his life at home unknown to the public, Wes is a tad mysterious. He keeps his talents and personality to himself and can come off as cold to strangers. It takes him quite some time to trust someone enough for them to see who he truly is. He's very protective (if not over protective) of what little he has, specifically his little sister. He knows what she's doing and where she is at all times. He rarely lets her go to friend's houses to play for fear that if someone asks her the wrong question and she innocently tells them the truth about mommy, Wes will lose Hailey forever.
Another thing he brought over from his past life was his tendency to get headaches. Though he was grateful he'd lost the severity of his stutter, deafness in one ear and weak chest, he was still plagued with awful and extremely painful migraines. As a result, Wes downs pain pills. It wasn't long until he became addicted to them. Now he needs to take them daily, head ache or no (though when he does get a headache, he'll take two or three), or suffer a killer headache later, nausea and shaking from with drawl. He always has his painkillers in his pocket. He relies on them and he knows it. However, he's not concerned about it. He doesn't see it as a big problem. It's not like it impairs his daily performance; he's not high. It just takes away his pain and relaxes him. It keeps his thoughts clear. And it amuses Hailey when he can toss one in the air and catch it in his mouth.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Alice (ironic, isn't it?) Ison, 42, professional drunk
Father: good question.
Siblings: Hailey Elizabeth Ison - 3 - little sister and light of his world
Other: no
Pets: no
Hometown: riverdale, north carolina
History: When Alice Ison was twenty three, she got drunk and had a sex with a man she had just met that night. She couldn't recall his name, not even when she was sober. When she woke up in the morning, he wasn't there anymore. She didn't care that he was gone, either. He was just another notch in her bedpost. Another couple bucks in her wallet.
About a month later, Alice found out that man did a lot more for her than give her pleasure for about an hour and give her fifty bucks for said hour. He got her pregnant. He knocked her up. And as far as Alice was concerned, her life was ruined. The men used to chase after her. She had a perfect hour glass figure and sky blue eye framed with long dark eye lashes. She had long, curly light ash brown hair that men would rake their fingers through. She would have boys lined up to sleep with her. And they loved her because she would tease and please them all. And now she was pregnant. There goes her figure. And though her face was pretty enough to make up for it, what guy wanted a woman with a kid? Alice sunk into despair and depression. Her life was over. Her career as an exotic dancer was toast. She wasn't ready to be a 'mommy'. She never wanted to be.
And that's the world that Wes was born into. On September 11th, 1992, at twenty-four, Alice gave birth to a healthy baby boy, Westin. Upon seeing he was healthy, Alice frowned and refused to breast feed him, having a nurse feed him from a bottle instead. Alice had hoped her child would have been born weak...or born dead. But no. The little bastard stayed alive. Alice spent as little time as she could with him. She showed her baby little to no love. She never held him. She did not hug him or show him any affection. She only fed him and changed his diapers and put him back into his crib for the night. She ignored his trying and when she had a man over, she would find ways to silence her baby while she made money. After a while, Wes stopped crying altogether. She often would leave Wes in his playpen with a bottle and a few toys and forget he was there because he didn't cry.
From those moments of neglect as a baby, Wes nurtured and raised his own creativity and imagination. When he could walk and when he figured out where the park was, Wes would leave home and go play with other kids at the park. He didn't mind it. He made new friends every day that way and sometimes his old friends would come back. And if they didn't, that was okay too. He had plenty of imaginary friends that would play on the swing set with him. His favorite out of all of them was Alice. She was a little girl about his age who wore a blue dress, had blue eyes and brown hair that was kept out of her hair with a black headband. Though she shared his mother's name and looks, she was not at all like his mother. She was a sweet, polite but constantly curious little girl. She never referred to Westin as "Wes" though. That was his 'world name'; the name he heard when he got yelled at. Instead, she called him Charles. Sometimes Lewis. Charles and Alice would spend long afternoons exploring Riverdale, which they had named "Wonderland" or playing tag with another one of his imaginary friends, White Rabbit.
When Wes was in kindergarten, he found it hard to make friends. They picked on him for his clothes, tendency to get headaches and would mock his stutter as he friend to stand up for himself. He withdrew himself from them and would spend his recesses drawing with chalk on the pavement, Alice at his side. He was so absorbed with his fantasies, that he began to refuse to respond to Wes or Westin. He would be called Charles or Lewis and that was that.
And those actions landed 6-year-old Westin on a psychologist's couch. His teachers had told his mother that they felt his fantasies were crossing the line to his reality and so Miss Ison ended up taking her son to a doctor...which she was not happy about. She sat in the room and listened as her son told the psychologist these stupid lies of his best friend "Alice" and "Hatter" and their little furry friends "White Rabbit", "March Hare" and "The Doormouse" and how they would go on adventures to defeat the evil "Queen of Hearts". Evil Queen of Hearts. Where was he getting this from? Alice recalled that she had hearts tattooed on her shoulder. In her rage, she figured that Wes was trying to lie to the shrink to get a new home. She figured that the Queen of Hearts stood for her. She knew she should have had an abortion.
When Westin was done telling the psychologist of his friends he watched her write some things down on her paper. He sighed when he saw the cold expression on her face and said, "You think I'm mad, don't you?" he shook his head and looked up at the ceiling, folding his little hands and laying them on his chest. "You think I'm mad because of my friends. I know they're in my head," Though it pained him to admit it. "I'm not mad. I just don't have anything else." He shrugged and looked at the psychologist, "Does it make me mad to want friends?"
His words had touched the heart of the psychologist. She did not see the boy's imagination as madness, but rather, loneliness. She figured his Alice character stood for his mother and this was his way of crying out for attention and a better relationship with her. She then wrote the child a prescription for headache medication to get rid of the pain for him so he could interact a bit better with kids his age...or, at least give them one less thing to pick on him for.
But his mother did not see this as a cry for attention. She saw it as deceit and lies. And she punished her son for it. She wouldn't let him take his medication and he wasn't allowed to go to the park anymore. He was stuck at home, forced to stay inside his room and stay quiet when mommy came home drunk with a client. With his constant headaches and his four-wall prison, as he grew older, Wes lost contact with his imaginary friends, beginning to accept that that's all they were. Imaginary.
But the fact that he came up with them so easily stuck with him. It was like he had known them from before. A past life. And his names, Charles and Lewis. They suited him much better. But why? Why exactly was this so?
Eventually, Alice got annoyed with her son's constant presence, so she let him go out again. Wes figured out where the library was and started going there. He would check out all sorts of books and then sit under a tree at the park and read until dark. He read books that suited his age and books that were above his age level. Books quickly became his escape. When he was 9, he was passing the children's books when a certain book caught his eye. Alice in Wonderland. By Lewis Carroll. "Alice?" He whispered to himself, recalling his long-lost imaginary friend. He took the book off the shelf and sure enough, there she was on the cover with all of their old friends. And there was his name on the cover. He sat down among the shelves and began to read this mysterious book. He read quickly because from the very first sentence, he knew exactly what was coming next. He closed his eyes and whispered to himself a whole chapter and then he would skim the chapter and find he was word-for-word. It wasn't like he read this book a trillion times. No, he knew this story much better than that. He even knew the scrapped ideas that didn't make it on the page. It was like he wrote the story.
Taking the book with him, he showed the librarian the name of the author and asked her if they had any biographies on Lewis Carroll. She left him momentarily and came back with a book on Charles Dodgson. Any other child would have tried to correct her upon seeing the title but even before she could explain the "Lewis Carroll" was Dodgon's pen name, he knew. Wes thanked her and checked out the book. He read the whole, thick book through the night and returned the next day, asking the same librarian a new question.
"Do you have any books on people who died and then started a new life in a different body?"
That's when 9-year-old Westin read about reincarnation. And that's when everything became clear to him. He was Charles Dodgon. He was Lewis Carroll. Alice wasn't just an imaginary friend, but also a literary legend. His legend.
But, where to go from there. He wasn't just Westin Patrick Ison, but also author Lewis Carroll. So what? He couldn't just broadcast that. No one, especially his mother would believe him. So, what now? What would he do with this information? How could he use his talents in this new life? What was his purpose? He didn't know. It appeared to him that everything he'd been given in this life had set him up for nothing but failure. Still, he tried to keep his chin up. He would find his purpose someday.
Until that day, Westin spent his time doing odd jobs, like dog walking, lemonade selling, paper delivering, recycling, lawn mowing. Whatever he could do for some money, he did. Eventually, one of the guys he mowed lawns for was getting rid of his old computer in exchange for a fancy new one and seeing Wes didn't have one, he gave it to the kid. Shortly after, Westin found a copy of "American McGee's: Alice" at a rummage sale. The game was apparently a twisted version of Alice in Wonderland...how could he resist? Wes bought it and beat it on every difficulty possible. With his computer games, his school work, his books and his jobs, Wes raised himself. He started high school at 14 at good old Riverdale High. Though he kept quiet about his life, his English teacher saw his writing and figured out there was something different about the boy. After a lot of questioning and pressuring, Wes admitted his real identity and found himself being offered a place in RSOR, which he accepted.
At 15, Wes began to make plans to emancipate and leave his mother, move into a dorm and make his own way in the world and get a career when his mom gave him some unexpected news. She was pregnant.
Nine months later, Wes held his baby sister, Hailey Elizabeth Ison, for the very first time. He looked into her innocent blue eyes and fell in love with her. From the moment he saw her sweet face, Westin knew he had finally found his purpose. This little girl was the reason he'd been put on earth for a second time. It was his job to raise her, protect her and make sure she was loved and happy. On that day, her older half-brother took it upon himself to also be her father since she sure as hell would not have a mother to care for her (hence her name for him, "baba". a mix between 'brother' and 'papa').
Alice was now lost in her own madness and depression. Now she had two kids. Now she might as well be dead. She stopped hooking and resorted to drinking the money and forgetting she had kids. When she did remember she had kids, she would go into fits of violent drunken rage, usually taking it out on Wes, but threatening to take it out on the baby, especially if Hailey was crying. It was now Wes's turn to lock Alice in her room every chance he got for fear she would harm his precious little sister.
Wes took it upon himself to get a job and provided everything for his sister. With all this pressure, though, his headaches took a turn for the worse. He couldn't function properly with these headaches, a crying baby and a new job flipping burgers. He got a new prescription behind his mother's back for stronger pain pills and took one every time the going got tough, quickly becoming addicted. However, he wasn't bothered. He relaxed and was fine with being addicted. When addicted, he could think and properly split his time up between all these responsibilities.
For the first year of Hailey's life, Wes barely attended school and barely passed that year. His impressive GPA dropped to a dangerous level. Now that he's a senior wants to get out of his house and Hailey is three, he attempts to put her in daycare and attends school as often as he can. He still skips when she's sick, though. With all of his skipping and his bad grades, Westin finds himself falling down the hole, but not in the good way. He knows Wonderland doesn't wait for him at the bottom, but rather, his own personal hell: a life that won't allow him to support his little sister, which would cause him to lose her somehow. A life burger flipping forever. A life addicted to pills. A life as a failure.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Tina
Other Characters: jennah, talia, hayden, lena....others......
Age: 17
Time Zone: central
Post Sample:
"How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!" - Lewis Carroll- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
application format by dante/dante in ze pot. lyrics from 'wreak havoc' by angelspit. nothing will chase you down if you remove the credits, but i'd rather you not. that is all.
