Post by Archer Homer Clark on Sept 7, 2011 5:22:53 GMT -7
ARCHER HOMER CLARK
"Can you imagine a time when the truth ran free?
A birth of a song, a death of a dream?"
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Archer Homer Clark
Nickname(s): Homie, Homer, Arch,
Gender: Male
Age: Fourteen years old
Birthdate: July 30th, 1997
Sexuality: Demisexual? Asexual? He doesn't even know, never been attracted to someone before...
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Homer
Played By: Dylan Patton
Grade: Freshman
Boarding: At the building
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5" 1.5'
Weight: 95 pounds
Eye Color: Green/Gray
Hair Color: Blonde
Build: Skinny
Scars: N/A
Piercings/Tattoos: Pierced ears on both sides, usually wears studs
Personal Style: Archer prefers loose fitting clothing, like baggy jeans and loose T-shirts. He also enjoys hats, and is a fan of jewelry, usually always wearing a bracelet or two, and a necklace. Color-wise, he tends to lean towards black and green, though that is more because he was told they look good on him. He despises tennis shoes with every fiber of his being, and prefers sandals, along with the occasional flip-flops. And, above all else, Archer always wears his glasses, which look normal but tint to sunglasses when he's outside. He prefers it that way, because, honestly, he can imagine he'd look pretty weird with sunglasses while indoors.
Appearance: A boy on the smaller side, Archer isn't a very muscular person, and is actually quite skinny. He tends to be tan, simply from being outside, if simply reading, and so his blonde hair is light, as well. Archer has a glasses tan, too, and it's a tad obvious where his glasses sit on his face.
However, despite all of this, the most prominent thing that people notice about Archer is his cane, tapping the ground before him in an attempt to guide him. With his milky, un-seeing eyes, paired with his glasses and cane, it is quite obvious to many that he is blind. Also, another thing that stands out in his appearance is the fact that, rain or shine, even come winter and snow, he wears sandals. It'll be the end of the world when he wears anything but.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: Poetry, Writing, Reading, Mythology, People who will describe things to him, Swimming, Hiking, Braille, Sunshine, Potatoes
Dislikes: Being Blind (again! Can't the gods give him a break and let him see?!), Nosy people, having a lower selection of books, being pitied, having to hide who he really is, Jello, Storms, Loudness, Technology, Tennis Shoes
Dreams: To write another 'classic' in literature
Fears: Storms, that he will be found out for who he is, and being anywhere without his cane.
Habits/Hobbies: Writes, Swims, Explores things with his hands, Knits
Secret(s): He has published several poetry books underneath the alias 'Homer Quinn'. Though not well known, in poetry circles, they are a huge hit.
Personality: Archer is a quiet person, prone to standing on the sidelines and simply listening, rather than engaging in any conversations. That does not mean he is not a social or friendly person, however, as if anyone does approach him, he is always quite polite, though he dislikes pity. It is hard for him to form close friendships, as he is quite mature for his age, on account of being a reincarnate, and feels that he cannot quite connect with people.
The boy, also, isn't particularly adept with dealing with people, though that is more out of inexperience than anything else. With a large vocabulary, on account of being such an avid reader, he doesn't quite seem to get that some people don't understand him. In fact, Archer is quite an analytical person, not particularly empathetic, and tends to analyze or ignore emotions.
As well, the boy is a tad on the oblivious side, in terms of relationships, and yet picks up subtleties in people's speech well, not being able to rely on body language in order to assist him. All in all, though, Archer is a quiet kid who is quite observant, and highly intelligent and mature.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Hannah Clark (nee Pathorey), 43 years, Consultant
Father: James Clark, 47 years, deceased
Siblings: Kendra Clark, cousin, 3 years old
Other: Nicoletta Clark, Aunt, 48 years
Pets: N/A
Hometown: York, England
History: A first born child to a couple that feared they might not be able to have children, Archer was a blessing to his hopeful parents, who were honestly better off not knowing that their son wasn't speaking baby talk, but Ancient Greek. However, there was no hiding that their little angel had been born blind, a fact which left both Hannah and James devastated. However, they were optimistic, and decided to focus on him, deciding to not have any more children until they were certain they could handle him.
From an early age, he displayed an inordinate amount of comprehensibility for a child, not in speaking, but in understanding. Quite able to get around, even blind, his parents became not overly concerned with him hurting himself, simply giving him a cane and knowing he could do the rest. Archer, himself, did not know why he had such knowledge, but freely displayed it, while his parents chuckled quietly about when he went around claiming to be a hero of Troy.
Unfortunately, that happy dynamic changed when Archer was six years old, and his father died in a car crash. It was when one of his aids mentioned reincarnation, as she was a believer, and it all came together. He was Homer, the blind poet, teller of tales from Greece. Obviously, he was shocked by this realization, and retreated in on himself, something that his parents attributed to his father's death. While he was working it all out, his mother made the arrangements to move to South Carolina, to live with his aunt so that she could assist in caring for the young blind child.
Archer, who had re-established himself with not overly much difficulty, had changed in personality, which did not shock his parents, but caused him to not make many friends, but to do very well in school. His life stayed pretty mellow, with him withdrawn from school, although he did write a few poetry books via his aunt's publishing company, until he was eleven, and his cousin was born.
Naturally, seeing as his aunt was not married, this caused a bit of scandal, but Archer, being Ancient Greek at heart, saw no problem with it, whatsoever. However, he could tell that it made his family slightly tense, and kept an eye on all the boarding schools in the vicinity, but far enough away that he would actually stay there. After all, without him there, his family would be free to hash it out. And to work over their differences. For, as much as he loved them all, his Aunt and Mom treated him like he was disabled.
So, come high school, Archer was off to Riverdale High. (So, he is not a part of RSOR.)
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Poet
Other Characters: N/A
Age: 16 years old
Time Zone: GMT-5 Eastern
Post Sample:
The Colombian had no idea what she was doing. Honestly, she should probably be in her room, listening to her iPod at the very minimum, but no, she had gotten the bright idea to wander the halls. Made her wonder where her mind had gone to… Maybe it got lost in the Sea of Dreams? Ooh, that was in a movie she saw, once! With a train of thought, and a giant floating robot head! And a werewolf that wasn’t a werewolf, but he became one later, but not in that movie! In that movie, he was part shark! So cool! And the fire girl!
…Wait, what had she been thinking about? Ooh, yes, exploring at night! That would be an adventure, right? Like the one dog man with the awesome hat! Yeah! Humming a dramatic tune under her breath that she unofficially dubbed her own theme song, Coco crept through the hallways, stealthy as a cat, a soldier, no… a ninja! Yes, she was a ninja, going on a secret mission! Having a ball with her overextended imagination, she kept her concentration on trying to be as quiet as possible, trying to stick with her ‘ninja-like’ instincts. …Which weren’t ninja-like at all, but that was beside the point. Had the girl not consciously been trying to be quiet, which was not a norm for her, she probably wouldn’t have heard the noise, though, so perhaps her imagination was a good thing after all.
But, back to her listening skills, the Colombian heard music. Music was being played? Now? Excited, she immediately followed the sound, finding herself outside of the music room, her favorite classroom ever. Without compare. It was like, so freaking awesome that words could not describe how great the music class was. Drawing her thoughts back to the music coming from inside the room, the girl was a tad saddened to realize that no, she didn’t know the song. In fact, it wasn’t in one of the two languages she knew… Portuguese? ‘Least, that’s what she thought it sounded like… Ah well, not that that part really mattered. It was really pretty music, though, and doing her best to be quiet, she opened the door, her jaw immediately dropping as she saw what was going on in the room.
…They were floating. Oh. My. God. The guitars and drums were floating. Holy shit, that was awesome! Mentally turning off her capacity for cursing, as she thought she could’ve spewed out quite a few more, Coco picked her jaw up off the floor, and found her gaze dragged to a boy, who seemed to be the one controlling it all. Humming, dancing slightly… Ooh, had she found a friend? The girl’s first impulse was to rush in there and immediately start dancing along, but even with her… odd approach to logic, she could see that that was definitely not something to do. So, being her quietest, something which the Colombian was being to wish she had had more practice on, and quickly vowed to have ninja time more often, especially when there were lots of people there, so that she could make it harder to go unnoticed… Ooh! She could wear bright colors too, and squeaky shoes, and make it even harder! Perfect ninja training!
What was she doing again? Oh, yes, being quiet! Moving from her frozen position, Catalina closed the door as quietly as possible, slipping into the room and plopping down gently in the closest chair, resting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hand, eyes wide with delight and excitement as she followed the music with her ears, and the boy with her eyes. Oh, yes. This was why she liked letting her imagination, it always led to good things.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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.
