Post by avian on Apr 28, 2011 12:07:46 GMT -7
EDSEL GEORGE SNYDER
"Life is a highway! I'm going to ride it all night long!"
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Edsel George Snyder
Nickname(s): Ed
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Birthdate: December 4th 1994
Sexuality: Heterosexual... he thinks?
Reincarnate: No
Played By: Alex Pettyfer
Grade: Junior
Boarding: He lives at home
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5"8
Weight: 150 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Build: Lean
Scars: One long scar that runs down his left fore arm from an 'accident' working with some tools...
Piercings/Tattoos: None
Personal Style: Edsel doesn't go out of his way to dress to impress. He'd rather be saving his money for his first car than spending it on clothing he's just going to ruin inevitably. Most of his clothes end up covered in stains between his reckless abandon for keeping things 'clean' and the time he spends working on cars. His usual dress is very comfortable and casual. This consists of many different T-shirts and pairs of jeans. He doesn't wear much headgear except for his favourite baseball cap, the logo of his father's auto shop stitched on the front. Despite his protests against it, he owns one good set of clothes, a navy blue dress shirt and a black pair of slacks. These are kept pressed by his mother to be worn on Sundays for church.
Appearance: Edsel has a thick head of shaggy, dirty blonde hair that kept fairly short. He has deep blue eyes, just like his mother. He also shares her high cheek bones and her smile, a full bottom lip and a set of pearly white teeth. His nose, however, is fully to his father's credit, slightly concave in shape.
If he inherited his face from his mother, Edsel received his father's build of body. He is broad shouldered, which narrows down into a thinner waist. Despite his enormous appetite, he keeps a lean and healthy physique. There's hardly much fat on his body. He has many calluses on his hands from working with cars. He also usually has many tiny scratches on his hands and forearms. The tendons in his fingers are strong, good for handiwork.
Edsel's posture is less than perfect, much to his mother's frustration. He generally stands with a slight slouch in his shoulders. He also walks with a gait, dragging his feet rather than lifting them with each step. His speech is touched with a soft Georgian accent.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: Cars, food (particularly spicy), parties, playing cards, track, rock n' roll, pranks, cartoons, biology, video games
Dislikes: Ties, boring classes, nagging, drinking water, misplacing his tools, silence, neon colors, bitter flavors, tidying, the cold
Dreams: Edsel's biggest dream (currently) is to purchase his first car. Not only because he loves cars (derp) but because it will be his own pride and joy. One that will hopefully display all the time and effort he put into saving up for it.
Fears: The dark: An innocent fear. Edsel becomes very paranoid when surrounded by complete darkness. Most places he frequents (his room, locker, etc.) will have a flashlight stored somewhere in case of emergencies. He keeps several small flashlights in his own toolbox.
Loss of family: Death is a subject that Edsel has come to terms with. Mostly. However, many of his nightmares consist of losing one of the dearest pieces of his heart. He's careful to always say 'I love you' to his family. You just never know...
Being arrested: Not that Edsel has ever gotten into the type of trouble that would land him in jail, he still doesn't push the chance of being stuck behind bars. Something about the idea of prison is unsettling.
Habits/Hobbies: Fixing cars, doodling, jogging around the park, grinding his teeth
Secret: Edsel was attracted to one of his teachers last year - a male teacher. He went into complete denial about the matter. After all, he had only ever checked out women and never considered any man in that way. Nothing became of the crush, but Edsel has felt uncertain of his sexuality ever since.
Personality: Edsel is generally gregarious, friendly, and enthusiastic. It would have to be an truly terrible day (someone died) for him to not have the faintest amount of a smile on his face. In excess, his ever so positive attitude can easily become a nuisance. Though you might not expect it from his easy-going attitude, Edsel has quite the nasty temper. His rage can become violent if properly invoked. He will far sooner be consumed by his anger than any depression.
One thing Edsel never seems to tire being in the company of a good group of friends. He's quite perceptive to his friends' moods, if nothing else. One of those people who knows just the right thing to cheer someone up. He'll often ramble on to whoever his company is, talking about what he sees in the clouds today to what he was working on in the garage yesterday. He's prone to being very repetitive in what he talks about. His sense of humor is fully developed, from teasing slips of the tongue to playing the occasional pranks on some of his friends. Unfortunately, his jokes and pranks can go a little too far and he often won't realize that these sometimes hurt others' feelings. It's rare for him to lie about things as he likes to speak about what is on his mind. His bluffs are easy to catch because he will fidget and avoid all possible eye contact. It's simply easier for him to be honest.
Edsel approaches most of his problems with an open-minded and optimistic attitude. When confronted with issues, he works intensely to fix them. In his determined spirit, he doesn't always think things through and takes many risks without a concerned care for consequence. Still a teenager and fairly oblivious, he believes he is invincible in his youth. He still shares the same curious and easily distracted nature he had when he was younger. His courage and adventurous spirit can lead him blindly into many problems.
Edsel is quite religious for a boy his age. He has faith in a compassionate God that rewards the good and tries to help the bad in making better decisions, even if those lessons hurt sometimes. He prays almost every night and likes to speak to God as he does his friends and family, talking about his day at school and how he feels about certain topics.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Renee Snyder, 39, housewife
Father: George Snyder, 44, owner of Snyder's, a local autoshop
Siblings: Quinn Lynda Snyder, 11, and Josephine Maria Snyder, 7
Other: John Snyder, uncle to Edsel, Quinn, and Josephine, second oldest brother to George, brother-in-law to Renee
Pets: Two housecats, Bonnie and Clyde
Hometown: Lawrenceville, Georgia
History: Edsel was born the first child and only son of Renee Young and George Snyder on December 4th 1994 in Lawrenceville, Georgia. Both parents hadn't been entirely prepared when his mother learned that she was pregnant with him during her final year of college at age 23. His father, 28 at the time, was working as a part-time mechanic at under the tutelage of a good family friend. The pair hadn't been married, only have been dating for little over two years, when they discovered Renee was expecting. This caused a great deal of drama when their traditional parents discovered the 'secret' the two had been attempting to hide; Renee's 'condition' had become difficult to ignore. They were married in a small church ceremony when Renee was seven months into her pregnancy. Concerned in creating a stable home for his growing family, Edsel's birth encouraged his father to make haste in starting his own autoshop. Family played plenty of financial and emotional for the young family of three. Snyder's eventually came to flourish when Edsel was 2.
Edsel grew up as a very active child. From the moment he could walk, he was scrambling across the floor of their flat. It was rare for him not to have a bandage covering a small scrape or cut he'd earned. He was also a very curious kid, constantly asking questions about each little thing. This sent his father into a great deal of delight when his son's questions began to reflect interest in the fixer-uppers he brought back home. When his family began to branch out further, first with the birth of Quinn and then Josephine, Edsel couldn't have been more delighted. He took it upon himself to be very defensive about who his sisters played with, even going to trying to beat up neighbourhood children if they so much as made one of the Snyder girls sniffle.
It didn't take much time in schooling for Edsel's parents to discover that their son wasn't meant for the classroom environment. His grades showed that he achieve below-to-average academic success. They frequently received calls describing his behavior as distracted, unable to find focus in lecture-styled lessons. He displayed plenty of interest when given hands-on activities. This was no surprise as Edsel had always had more interest in building blocks and toy cars than sitting around listening to the bedtime stories his mother provided her children with before bed. He was quite social with many of his classmates, but still got into his fair share of fights from an early-developed temper.
His life took a shift in pace when his family moved to their home and business to Riverdale, North Carolina when Edsel was 10, just a couple years after the birth of his youngest sister. They lived out of Uncle John's home for a few short months before settling in their own home. Despite this, Edsel had no problems adjusting to the change. He grew up to become a good-hearted teenager with plenty of potential. His relationships remain closest to his family, his father, uncle, and youngest sister in particular.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Avian
Other Characters: None!
Age: 21
Time Zone: EST
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It didn't take Hermes long to find himself outside now that he was away from the computer. Time was so slow, but the run here into the fields had been a blank period in his mind. All he could think about what had happened rather than what was currently. Pain. Plenty of pain. What had been a slow walk had evolved into a run that consumed all the available willpower his body was able to give. All he wanted to do was see if there was a way for him to run away from it all, escape what had happened as if it had never existed and go back in time to only a few hours before. Before that person started flirting with Ian, before Ian got mad at him, before Ian said she couldn't love him. The strongest words were those left unspoken was a lie. It would've been better if he had never read those words. Each time he blinked, he could see the chat clearly in his mind, every word she had said, each one stabbing another shot of pain into his temples. But he couldn't make the words go away or the pain disappear. You couldn't erase what happened no matter how huge an eraser you used. He wanted everything and nothing at the same time. The only cure to this was the impossible that was, obviously, not going to happen.
Though the journey there had been rather vague, Hermes found himself in the fields of valhalla. Apparently lots of people had died here; a fitting place for him to die as well. Kicking off his shoes and tossing them as far as he could towards the golden tree in the distance, he stood barefoot in his own small patch of dirt. An opposite sort of ability his was, being able to keep all of nature away from his presence. Almost like how he was able to keep the life away from him at all times. As his shoulder shook with his own useless crying, his feet walked forward into the field without much of an idea for where their destination was. Only forward, he would know when he got there. The patch of dirt moved with his form and was careful to catch each step he took. It was silent except for the occasional rush from the trees that accompanied his whines and wheezes while he tried to breathe. He was struggling to, like the breath didn't want to try anymore. The deeper the breath, the less that eased him. Like his body was shutting down on him but he had no idea but one as to why.
This had to be what dying felt like. Yes, that was it, Hermes was dying. How he couldn't even breathe between the rough sobs that escaped him in almost endless patterns that left his entire abdomen burning. The tears that continued to flow out of his tear ducts even though they caused his eyes to throb in pain at this point. That the world was just so dark, no matter what pleasure he tried to find in something, anything, to get his mind of off of what had happened. That's how he'd always imagined death felt like. Darkness consuming everything as you stopped being able to breathe and were finally a dead body, the soul of you that person was flying out elsewhere into the other side. Because Hermes didn't feel like Hermes right now. It felt like whoever he was had begun so slowly fade away into the darkness that was eating away at whatever little was left of his life. He had promised Ian he would never die, that he would never disappear. But because Ian had caused this did it mean his promise was broken? Did it mean his life was now forfeit because she didn't love him anymore? There were so many stories about people not being able to live without love, but he had never believed them. He had never been in love, so he had never understood how people could say anything like that. Now he knew what it was, finally, at the end of his life. Love was a disease that would consume you whole.
Once he had found himself a comfortable place to be his final resting place in the grass, he pulled the plush bear out of his pocket. Teddy, the one friend who had always been there for him and had his number of scars to prove it. It was impossible to go so many years without being hurt or damaged in some way, but Hermes had done his best to sew up the wounds in the fur of his little friend with stitches and patches. Was that what Hermes looked like on the inside? Filled with holes and wounds that no one had been able to stitch up? “You've always been my b-best friend Teddy.” Hermes sniffled, feeling the moisture gather in his already swollen eyes. “Of course it w-would be you here right now to... s-see me off.” His arms captured the plush in the hardest hug the faerie could possibly give. Feeling the nose of his buddy press into the center of his chest, he began to cry once again. All he had to do was wait. Wait for death to take him away and the pain would be gone. He had wanted to spend the last moments of his life with someone who cared about him. Yet another surge of pain shot through his stomach because of the sobs and only intensified them. Searching the night sky for whoever was supposed to kill him and end his misery, he chanted in short breaths, “I don't want to be in love, I don't want to be in love...”- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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.
