Post by Hanson Jameson on Jun 3, 2007 1:11:13 GMT 7
Name/Alias/Nickname: Summer [name]
Age: 14
Gender: female
Location: southeast US
The Character
Full Name: Hanson Taylor Jameson
Age: 21
D.O.B: July 21, 1985
P.O.B: Brooklyn, New York
Gender: Male
Member Group?: Student
Major: Fine Arts
Subject Teaching: n/a
Appearance: Hanson is a fairly tall boy, standing at a little over six feet. He has an athletic yet slender build, and while he remains in shape is not overly muscular either. He basically tries not to look quite so girlish, yet still keeps himself slim enough to look just above unhealthy. His skin is tanned, but not like fake-tanning bed tanned. Just a natural tan that one might get from walking outside in the summer..
His hair, a medium blonde-brown in color, is not entirely all that long and is often seen resting lazily, shaped around his face in various ways depending on his personal choice. Han's individual strands of hair are fine and smooth, but it would be an understatement to say he has a lot of hair on his head. It is well-kept and retains a healthy glow even in the winter months, but he's not one of those people who's obsessed about his hair. Honestly, he doesn't do much to it besides comb it through with his fingers each morning.
Most would consider him a decent looking guy, having distinct and complementary facial features. He has relatively high cheek bones and a defined jawline, with an almost unnoticeable dimple. Pete's nose is subtle yet pronounced, straight and just about the right size. His eyes are a cool, vibrant blue, and are predominantly his most charming feature. They are large and are easy to meet, and you're able to tell how he's feeling just by glancing at them. Pete has a bright, broad smile that consumes most of his lower face when shown, and is ever-so-dorky. All of the elements of his face fit nicely, nothing out of proportion or place.
He dresses in what he considers to be comfortable, to be honest. While he tries not to be obsessive or pretentious about the latest fads in fashion, he still strives to look nice. Clean cut, if nothing else. For the most part he just doesn't want to look sloppy, and could care less if he had the latest piece of clothing from whatever brand name.
Most often Hans can be found wearing jeans and some band shirt that anyone has yet to discover, but will become popular after he's already been listening to them for months, or a polo. Sometimes he wears belts, occasionally a button up shirt depending on the weather. For shoes he either sports his Birkenstock's, sandals, or converse, depending on his mood. He tends to wear clothes that no one else has, and manages to look halfway appealing in them too. Hanson has his own, individual, independent look about him.
What Don't They Like About Themselves: Though most think Han's a decent looking guy, he begs to differ. In his eyes, he looks incredibly immature for his age. He wakes up every morning and feels like he should be heading off for high school again. In reality, he looks perfectly of age, but something about his stature irks him. It's not a huge issue or anything, but unlike most things he is a bit self-conscious about it. Even at his height he can't help but feel scrawny.
Celebrity: Hayden Christensen
Personality: Hanson undoubtedly got a majority of the bad genes, personality wise, in the family. He is incredibly vain, thinking himself to be of a superb and high class. He has the fear of appearing original - a lack of pride, but not necessarily a lack of originality. He has strong prejudices against lowerclass citizens - though he doesn't go out of his way to ridicule them, for he was once in the same position. He does not have a great opinion of his fellow students, and often comments on their flaws, perhaps trying to avoid the flaws he sees in himself. While he's quite appealing physically, he's pretty much an all around jerk.. that is, until you get to know him.
Hanson overflows with imagination, wit, and, at times, a strange, biting satire and brooding fervor. He loves wordplay... He can be quite hotheaded, and hates people who are affected, pretentious, or obsessed with the latest fashions. Hanson finds romanticized ideas about love tiresome.. Among his friends, though not neccessarily those whom he would consider below him, he's the perennial good-time guy and life of the party. His clever banter and witty comebacks and sexual innuendo make him compelling.
With a lightning-quick wit and a clever mind, Hanson is a scene stealer and extremely memorable. Though he constantly puns, jokes, and teases—sometimes in fun, sometimes with bitterness—Han is not a mere jester or prankster. With his wild words, Hans punctures the romantic sentiments and blind self-love that exist in the world today. He mocks self-indulgence just as he ridicules hauteur and adherence to fashion. He acts as a force that functions to deflate the possibility of romantic love and the power of tragic fate.
The boy is unusually intelligent, but rarely uses his mind for good. He finds joy in mocking younger students and his friends alike, for it somehow serves to boost his pride even if just momentarily. To be honest, he's no better than any of the other students despite what he likes to think. And he is, perhaps, even weaker on the inside than most. Sure, he can bully a few students or joke around with his friends unlike any other, but inside he's completely unsure of himself and is terribly afraid of failure.
Also, he's unusually protective over his younger cousin. It's unusual because he normally doesn't care very much about anyone other than himself (though he has his nice moments). It's almost to the point that it's weird. He tries to be friends with her, and most of the time they get a long well, but he's also very strict about knowing what she's doing, where she's doing it, and with whom. It doesn't bother him that she slacks off in school, skips classes, defies the teachers, or is basically a rule breaker, but Hans looks out for her in a fatherly way and often gets himself in trouble for it. Yeah, sometimes he gets a bit caught up in the moment.
But if you really got inside his head, you'd understand why he acts that way. Son's eyes are filled with fear.
Hobbies/Interests: Han's always been an artsy sort of guy, which is something he's not ashamed of in the least. He doesn't have a particular subject he focuses on, but rather broadens his options and occupies himself in many different genres of fine arts. Since high school, when the drama teacher discovered he could act, he's been performing in various small-theatre musicals as a bit of a side job. He has some training in dance, not much, but some, and has been interested in vocal music since his freshman year. After getting accepted he started looking into photography and graphic design among other things, and now also uses those as a hobby ever once in a while.
Likes:
[x] himself
[x] his remaining family
[x] girls
[x] getting high
[x] drugs
[x] sex
[x] reading
[x] playing guitar
[x] dreaming
[x] girls
[x] photography
[x] music
[x] singing
[x] acting
Dislikes:
[x] the world
[x] posers
[x] excessive gum-chewers
[x] prudes
[x] nail biters -bleh-
[x] the mentally unaware
Flaws:
[x] he can be obsessive
[x] hotheaded
[x] opinionated
[x] vain
[x] overprotective
History: We've all got our own insecurities, but for Hanson Jameson, it was always the fact that he 'could have done better.' So he strove, and strove for the things he wanted to accomplished, no matter what the goal was. While he sometimes achieved them, and others he didn't, he persisted and eventually gained a reputation as that kid who knew where he was headed. A reputation as a boy who had goals set, and knew how to help himself meet them, and someone who was going to do something with their life.
Not that you'd ever know that now, for somewhere a long the course of growing up he'd changed. Maybe for better, maybe for worse, but in that change he'd lost a sense of himself. A lot of people say it was the fire that did it to him, for after that experience there wasn't a day when he acted like the boy they'd once known. The last time he ever tried to help someone, it ended, in short, in a disaster worse than any other he'd faced thus far. So he gave up. And that was without a doubt probably the worst decision he'd ever made. Don't call him a quitter, for no one really knows what went on in his head, but it's not hard to see what's behind his mask. Han's just afraid.
But Hanson Taylor himself would be the last to ever admit it. After all, he's built up his own reputation of himself in his own head, and the only reason he keeps using is for his himself psychologically... it's not necessarily about the high. You see, this way, he doesn't have to face his problems. He gets consumed in the moment, and his feelings often compel him into doing life-threatening tasks without a second thought. Yet somehow he finds the courage to go through with them inside of himself, and every thing's better. He doesn't have to worry about life or death, they all blend together in the end..
For anyone to really understand the boy, it might be best to start at the beginning.
Hanson Jameson was born July 21, 1988 in a small NYC hospital, to Jean-Louise and Charles Jameson. He was nothing special. They lived in the heart of Brooklyn, not necesarily the most well thought of area, but he learned to love it. His parents nor any he knew was any better than any one else, living a parallel life to that of half of his neighbors. For the first years of his life, Hans was one of the few kids in the neighborhood that actually had a supposed bright future for them that all around could sense. He was intellectual, moral, and well-thought, and to top it off a pretty sweet kid.
Then one night, years and years ago, there was a fire just miles away from the place the boy now lives. At the time, he was only eleven, but the night of that fire, Hanson lost nearly everything he ever had. His home, his belongings, his family. And just because he was the only one to survive it, people labeled him as the actual starter of the fire. He told himself it wasn't true, that they were just making it up, yet for the next month or two he couldn't stop having flashbacks of the things he might have done that day that would have set it off. Was that wire to close to the fosset? Was his blanket near the fireplace? It was almost hypochondriac like, only about setting fire rather than being diseased.
Why he was the only person to survive, and how he managed to get out of there without a scratch, even he doesn't know. To be honest, the only thing he remembered about that cold night was standing outside of his house as it and his family were devoured by flames. He remembered being pulled out of a window when he was trying to go back in by someone, maybe a firefighter, and being told not to - that they'd get everyone. Remembered standing there hours after the fire had been put out, waiting for those firemen to return with his family. They never did. And that's what started it all.
After the incident all of those years ago, when he was sent to live with his uncle, he didn't speak. It could have been a week, maybe six months - it'd become sort of a blur to him now - but for however long it was, he just had nothing to say. No matter how hard anyone tried, in Han's eyes.. things were better in that room. Some kids joked that his Aunt locked him in there because he lost his mind, but in reality.. he didn't want to come out. Life's made a lot easier when you don't have to worry about everyone else.
Everyone made up things about what he did in that room, but in reality.. he just read. And read, and read. There wasn't a page left in the world that he hadn't laid eyes on. Hanson learned more in those weeks spent reading than he had in his entire life. He learned more lessons and gained more moral than he would ever encounter in his later days. And when he was ready to come out, he was no different than before, yet returning to school was heartbreak itself. He still remembered that day, looking so longingly at his former alliances who still blamed him after all of that time. Seeing their faces - so different yet so very much the same as before - as he walked past.
So when the world wasn't ready to accept him for what he was, and wasn't ready to hear his side of the story, he decided he'd go back to his room, this time possibly for good. It appeared to him that he would be better off locked away from the chaos. The thought of maybe one day someone coming to rescue him ran through his mind just occasionally, but he never got his hopes up. For months and months, not a soul in the world bothered him. But outside of his window, as the elementary school children walked to the bus-stop, he would sit there and watch them, merely wondering what he'd ever done that was so wrong.
To this day he hasn't told a human being in the world what he did in that room, or why he finally came out. But in reality, he was just waiting. He kept up with his school work, and actually was living a fairly normal life in that room, despite the fact that he hadn't seen the light of day for nearly a year except through his window. Hanson was just as normal as any other person in the world, only smarter. While everyone else was battling the trials and tribulations they faced outside of his walls, he would stay in his room, watching out the window for the day when the world would change.
But it never did. And one day, that hit him. No matter how long he stayed up in that room, no matter how hard he hoped and wished for it to, the world was just as messed up as before when he finally stepped outside. And that's when drugs came to Hanson's rescue.
After that day, when Hanson realized it wasn't worth it waiting around, he decided something. If the world wasn't going to change for him, he'd just have to change the world. He decided he wouldn't give in to stereotyping, prejudice, immaturity, and all of the other negatives about present-day life. Nothing could worry him, nothing could set him off. He'd live life like he pleased, without caring about what others thought or what went around in neighborhood gossip. Because when he was high, it didn't matter to him. His own personal affairs were completely seperated from that of the rest of the world.
He figured that eventually, the world around him would have to give in. If he kept up at it, continuing to defy any means of what had come to be normal behavior, sooner or later it would have to.. and he would no longer need drugs to send him into the reality he longed for. Hanson never really thought about what would happen if it didn't. What would happen if twenty years from now he was still in the same screwed up world? He didn't know, but it's not something he was ready to think about. But it's when you don't think about things clearly through that you really screw up your life.
And that's just what he'd done.
Somehow, though, his intellect -even though he didn't try- managed to send him out of high school at the top of his class. If it hadn't of been for his mind, he probably wouldn't have even graduated. But living in New York didn't sound appealing to him, and all he wanted to do was get out of the place. Make a new life somewhere else. Hanson was too cowardly to attend school any farther away than a few hours, for fear of.. he wasn't sure, but just fear. So after getting accepted to Rutherford, he packed his bags and headed over.
RP Example:
Strangely enough, Char's head had never been more clear. He could suddenly see things for what they really were, in color rather than black and white. Sounds were no longer echoing into his ears, but rather were crisp and merely flew threw. And somehow, the air felt like it had so much more substance than before, as if with every breath he was taking in something extremely precious. To Char it felt like gravity had been divided in half, like he didn't have so much weight on his shoulders. This was all too strange to poor Charlemagne, whose eyes had been covered by his fears for so long. It was as if almost killing himself and Hayley kind of broke the barrier between his little world and reality..
His days were never the same. They were never planned strategically, and the only schedule he ever followed was the one at Coverdell Prep. The boy had no sense of direction anymore - nowhere to go. There wasn't a day lately he'd spent worrying about anything but the past..And sitting there without even talking to the girl he could tell that she didn't live like he did. But that's almost what he liked about her. She didn't just go out and say, 'Here I am world, do what you'd like.' She would say, 'There you are world, this comes next.' He momentarily wished he had the courage she had.
Charlemagne returned her faint smile, shaking his head to move his hair away from his eyes - maybe it was time for a haircut.. having to shake his head every five seconds just to see her face wasn't going to do. He chuckled softly at her response, nodding his head. He didn't really know what to say for her, but Char genuinely felt bad for he'd obviously spooked her a bit, but he was enjoying her company. He needed company. "Look, um, we don't have to ride or anything. Walkings always good, if you want to.." Char told Hayley. He realized he may have been a bit forward in putting his arm on her, so he drug his hand across her back and removed it, placing it in his pocket casually.
His days were never the same. They were never planned strategically, and the only schedule he ever followed was the one at Coverdell Prep. The boy had no sense of direction anymore - nowhere to go. There wasn't a day lately he'd spent worrying about anything but the past..And sitting there without even talking to the girl he could tell that she didn't live like he did. But that's almost what he liked about her. She didn't just go out and say, 'Here I am world, do what you'd like.' She would say, 'There you are world, this comes next.' He momentarily wished he had the courage she had.
Charlemagne returned her faint smile, shaking his head to move his hair away from his eyes - maybe it was time for a haircut.. having to shake his head every five seconds just to see her face wasn't going to do. He chuckled softly at her response, nodding his head. He didn't really know what to say for her, but Char genuinely felt bad for he'd obviously spooked her a bit, but he was enjoying her company. He needed company. "Look, um, we don't have to ride or anything. Walkings always good, if you want to.." Char told Hayley. He realized he may have been a bit forward in putting his arm on her, so he drug his hand across her back and removed it, placing it in his pocket casually.