Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2013 18:05:43 GMT
JONATHAN ALEXANDER HARRIS
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 98 lbs
Shape: Kind of tall and skinny for his age
Style: Likes to wear jeans and t-shirts of bright colors.
Play By: Skandar Keynes
Age: 13 (January 2 )
Sexual Orientation: He is thirteen. How is he supposed to know?
Occupation: Student and Camper
Unusual Behaviour: Mild form of ADHD and slight but of OCD
Habits or Quirks: Rinses off his entire tooth brush before brushing his teeth, gets stuck on things when they do not go rightly as planned, washes his hands after he touches something that was on the floor, freaks out when things touch the floor, stuffs things under the door at night on occasion just to make sure nothing can get in
Likes: German shepherds, dirt, adventure, dogs in general, flags
Dislikes: Floor, bugs, too many noises, certain kinds of towels, tortillas
Other Info/Overall Personality: Jonathan needs adventure. He needs to have adventure, see adventure, be in an adventure at all times. At his home, he was bored, so when he heard that there was a summer camp he could come to, he wanted to sign right up. However, his mother thought he was too young to come, being only eleven at the time, but somehow he convince her otherwise. He had to get out of the boring, old house he always was in. He is very playful. He likes to use his gun that his father gave him and go about shooting things. He in no way is a serious boy.
Parents: Katherine Harris/35/Nurse ; Jamie Harris/37/Military
Siblings: William/17/Male
Other Family: He has two grandmothers and grandfathers, thirteen cousins, three aunts, two uncles, and who knows what else.
Pets: The family has three German Shepherds, Lena and Spike are the adults with their child Gabriel.
Lena and Spike ; Gabriel
History:
Jonathan has always been something of a character. Even before he was born he proved to be trouble. Katherine had been in the hospital an entire week in excruciating pain because of her second pregnancy. This once was not nearly as easy as the last had been. Between the awful doctor who never seemed to be there or understand anything and the fact that this baby just did not seem to want to come out, she was not sure how exactly she was going to make it. What she really wanted was someone to cut her open and take her baby out without anymore hassle. She had heard that c-sections were just easier even though technically it was more difficult than simply giving birth to the baby. But this baby did not want to come out, and she hurt. She hurt so much she did not know what to do with herself.
After being in the hospital one week and four days, the decision was to have an emergency c-section if the doctor did not show up in the next hour. The doctor came, and though everyone hated what this doctor wanted to do, it at least meant that it would all be over soon.
Little Jonathan Alexander was born soon afterwards, and Katherine gave a sigh of relief.
When Jonathan was three, he unlocked the front door and ran outside looking for "The Post Office Man." It would not be until several years later that they would find out that The Post Office Man was actual Ivan Ooze from the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers movie. Katherine and Jamie woke up to a phone call from their neighbor saying that she had been unable to sleep and was in the sitting room reading when she heard what sounded like crashing. She went outside and there was Jonathan with only a diaper and socks on rummaging through her tool shed saying something to the effect of "The Post Office Man is hiding in here!" She quickly got him inside the house and out of danger. Katherine and Jamie both hurried over immediately and took Jonathan back home after many apologies to their neighbor. When they asked Jonathan who The Post Office Man was, he simply said that when he was dreaming, The Post Office Man was there and he had to go find him then because he was hiding.
There were countless times when Jonathan got in trouble for getting into things he was not supposed to be in. He got into the safe they held the guns, he found the drawer with the matches, he searched the neighbors' garbage cans. If he was not supposed to do it, he did it. If he was not supposed to be there, he was there. Jonathan wanted adventure. Sitting in the living room was boring. Reading was boring. Watching television shows was boring. Playing video games was boring. He wanted to do real things, but there were no real things to do.
Finally, after much deliberation, Jamie and Jonathan were both able to convince Katherine of letting the boy go to a camp for the summer.
"If he goes to camp, he can run around, climb things, and be adventurous all he wants," Jamie argued. "It would be good for him."
That summer was the first summer Jonathan went to Camp Onii and he has gone every summer since.
After being in the hospital one week and four days, the decision was to have an emergency c-section if the doctor did not show up in the next hour. The doctor came, and though everyone hated what this doctor wanted to do, it at least meant that it would all be over soon.
Little Jonathan Alexander was born soon afterwards, and Katherine gave a sigh of relief.
When Jonathan was three, he unlocked the front door and ran outside looking for "The Post Office Man." It would not be until several years later that they would find out that The Post Office Man was actual Ivan Ooze from the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers movie. Katherine and Jamie woke up to a phone call from their neighbor saying that she had been unable to sleep and was in the sitting room reading when she heard what sounded like crashing. She went outside and there was Jonathan with only a diaper and socks on rummaging through her tool shed saying something to the effect of "The Post Office Man is hiding in here!" She quickly got him inside the house and out of danger. Katherine and Jamie both hurried over immediately and took Jonathan back home after many apologies to their neighbor. When they asked Jonathan who The Post Office Man was, he simply said that when he was dreaming, The Post Office Man was there and he had to go find him then because he was hiding.
There were countless times when Jonathan got in trouble for getting into things he was not supposed to be in. He got into the safe they held the guns, he found the drawer with the matches, he searched the neighbors' garbage cans. If he was not supposed to do it, he did it. If he was not supposed to be there, he was there. Jonathan wanted adventure. Sitting in the living room was boring. Reading was boring. Watching television shows was boring. Playing video games was boring. He wanted to do real things, but there were no real things to do.
Finally, after much deliberation, Jamie and Jonathan were both able to convince Katherine of letting the boy go to a camp for the summer.
"If he goes to camp, he can run around, climb things, and be adventurous all he wants," Jamie argued. "It would be good for him."
That summer was the first summer Jonathan went to Camp Onii and he has gone every summer since.
Name/Alias: Matthew or Matt
Age: 21
Contact: PM or Email
Experience: 4 years
Additional Bits'n'Bobs: I don't know. Just ask
Sample RP:
Murderers. You are all murderers. How could they all be so heartless, so cruel, so dreadfully mean. How could they sit there and pretend that they had nothing to say other than, “Oh, hello again. I have just killed your friend. Would like to come over for a friendly chat?” Was it not obvious the things that were going on these days; could no one see the callous details that now consumed their once so very precious Earth? Why were they all sadistic little oafs who knew nothing more than how to kill and pretend? Their lives were a lie. Their homes were a lie. This world was a lie.
Morning had seemed to come early that day, but then again, mornings seemed to come when you wished them to stay way; it appeared that mornings were against them as so many other things were. It came to no surprise that things so would be so evil, then again, was it not that most beautiful things were evil? Were there not so many sides to the world that eventually they would multiply to the point that the world could not bear to hold them any longer and then just fall apart. It was inevitable, the world ending when it could no longer sustain that which supposedly was sustainable. Were angles sustainable? Was evil sustainable? Was being played sustainable? Maybe it was more of the thought of each that would drive them to the edge then let their minds melt to the point they are pushing the others off rather than saving them. The world was its own disaster, and there was absolutely nothing that could be done as long as such violence continued.
A small whine came from the other way turning Sanaa’s head then her full body to see what the matter was. Little Ariel (ARE-ee-el) had her head tucked under her legs as she stooped upon the ground in the most distressed of fashions. Her tail hid between her legs that scrunched beneath her body. Her spotted fur was matted and full of dirt and filth. Her little pointed ears still jutted out, but towards the floor now. She seemed so very upset and frightened though the reasoning behind her fright was unknown from where Sanaa stood. If only she could have been able to read minds or have seen the past for she knew getting the answer out of the small cub was nearly impossible without upsetting her more; Ariel had always been a complicated child, and Sanaa supposed would always be so even when she grew older.
Sanaa took several steps towards the shivering cub, and then stopped afraid that her steps could cause fright to overwhelm her newest child. She was unaware if voicing her mind would help sooth her or just cause more panic to swell. In hesitation, she stood behind thinking of the best approach. Ariel was too young to know exactly how she working, which was why Sanaa had so much difficulty in her contemplation of what needed to be done.
“Little one, what is wrong?” Sanaa finally got the courage to ask. Her voice was cool and soothing. Ariel whimpering ceased slightly then continued as though she thought about something a second, then disregarded it. Sanaa took another step forward and another until she was just behind her offspring. She looked down upon the young lioness and sighed. “Dearest, Ariel, please tell me what is the matter. I wish to help you.” She smiled sweetly and sat beside the cub.
Ariel paused her sniveling and waited a moment. She sniffed once then raised her head to see the bright scenery that was the morning she had waken to. She turned her head to look upon her mother and sighed, though said nothing. Her eyes twinkled in the glint of the sunlight and small tears began to swell within her eyes. Her ears fell limp down on the top of her head in the shyest of manners. She wished not to say anything, for if she tried, it would only be babbling sobs, and that would only make her look like a foolish child she must already appear to be. She could not be a weeping twit if she could help it.
Sanaa mourned for the happiness she saw on Ariel’s face just the day before; she remembered watching the little one run about like the cub she was. The mother remembered seeing the bright expression that glowed with brilliance as its possessor hopped in circles mewing at everything in sight whether it be living or not. How Sanaa wished to see that young lioness once more.
“Darling, tell me please, what has happened to bother your soul so terribly?” Sanaa licked Ariel’s back making sure each fur was going its correct way. She knew she would have to be patient in order to get something out of the girl. If Ariel was not traumatized, then she was still in fear, and the youngest lioness in the pride of Leonum was much too young to cope with any decency quite yet.
Ariel took her time in deciding what was best to say and do. She stared at Sanaa a moment then shook her head and buried it deep within her mother’s fur. She nuzzled there wishing for the beast inside her head to run away, wishing for the beast inside her head to disappear. What could make such a thing plague a soul so as it has? What could make such a thing burn its dreadful appearance into the mind of a dearest child as herself? Maybe it had nothing better to do than terrorize the young that happened to innocently come behind it. With just one gaze upon the guiltless eyes of a passerby, it beset its prey with a wicked smile and a horrible sound. The mightiest roar, the mightiest growl, the mightiest snarl. No lion she knew could produce such a sound derived from their own vocal cords. No lion was a beast enough to be so horrible.
Sanaa wrapped herself around the frightened child. Something had scared her so to hide within her mother. This, though did not sound strange to most, was indeed so because it was simply out of character. Ariel was a strong cub even at her young age. She had learned so much for living such a short time. Sometimes, Sanaa forgot that Ariel was still a child rather than a young adult how she acted on occasion. But of course, Ariel was still a child and had childish tendencies. She still ran about chasing fairy tales and invisible villains that needed to be slain. She still wished to play at all times with all who breathed. One day, she will grow into a mature lioness that would be fit to possible even be the leader.
“Have you seen something that has scared you?” Sanaa asked patiently. In response, she felt Ariel’s head move up and down as much as it could buried where it was. “What have you seen, my sweet?”
Ariel sobbed a moment then backed away from Sanaa. She sniffed once then blinked away the tears that blocked her vision. She tried to collect her thoughts, but the attempt was in vain. She was not going to be able to put everything together before she said it all. So she just babbled it all, “There was a beast and it looked at me with its wicked face then roared at me with its terrible fangs gnashing at me!”
Sanaa looked upon the child with the greatest distress. A terrible beast? Whatever could she mean? “What did this beast look like?” She inquired thinking there must have been a mistake.
Ariel tried to remember the evil beast that stared upon her in its wicked ways. “It was white with darker colors upon it and it had no eyes. Its fangs were large and sharp ready to tear into my throat. I could see it grin evilly in my direction, mother!” She buried herself once more into Sanaa’s chest.
Sanaa laughed slightly. “Sweetest Ariel, that was no beast you saw but the bones of creature who has passed. I am sure the roar you heard was something of your imagination combined with other noises in the distant. There are no beasts here to terrorize precious cubs of mine.”
Ariel pulled her head out and met the eyes of Sanaa. “No beast?” She asked. Sanaa’s head shook and Ariel sighed. “Then I was frightened of those no longer here?” She inquired. Sanaa nodded. Ariel sighed; no beast was coming after her or anyone else there. This was a relief and mildly distressing at how easily frightened she was. Her look must have shown the distress she felt for Sanaa then spoke.
“You have much to learn, do not worry. You will not always be frightened of the wrong things, you just must learn first.” At that, Ariel snuggled once more, but not out of fright; this time, she merely wished to be with her wise mother.
Morning had seemed to come early that day, but then again, mornings seemed to come when you wished them to stay way; it appeared that mornings were against them as so many other things were. It came to no surprise that things so would be so evil, then again, was it not that most beautiful things were evil? Were there not so many sides to the world that eventually they would multiply to the point that the world could not bear to hold them any longer and then just fall apart. It was inevitable, the world ending when it could no longer sustain that which supposedly was sustainable. Were angles sustainable? Was evil sustainable? Was being played sustainable? Maybe it was more of the thought of each that would drive them to the edge then let their minds melt to the point they are pushing the others off rather than saving them. The world was its own disaster, and there was absolutely nothing that could be done as long as such violence continued.
A small whine came from the other way turning Sanaa’s head then her full body to see what the matter was. Little Ariel (ARE-ee-el) had her head tucked under her legs as she stooped upon the ground in the most distressed of fashions. Her tail hid between her legs that scrunched beneath her body. Her spotted fur was matted and full of dirt and filth. Her little pointed ears still jutted out, but towards the floor now. She seemed so very upset and frightened though the reasoning behind her fright was unknown from where Sanaa stood. If only she could have been able to read minds or have seen the past for she knew getting the answer out of the small cub was nearly impossible without upsetting her more; Ariel had always been a complicated child, and Sanaa supposed would always be so even when she grew older.
Sanaa took several steps towards the shivering cub, and then stopped afraid that her steps could cause fright to overwhelm her newest child. She was unaware if voicing her mind would help sooth her or just cause more panic to swell. In hesitation, she stood behind thinking of the best approach. Ariel was too young to know exactly how she working, which was why Sanaa had so much difficulty in her contemplation of what needed to be done.
“Little one, what is wrong?” Sanaa finally got the courage to ask. Her voice was cool and soothing. Ariel whimpering ceased slightly then continued as though she thought about something a second, then disregarded it. Sanaa took another step forward and another until she was just behind her offspring. She looked down upon the young lioness and sighed. “Dearest, Ariel, please tell me what is the matter. I wish to help you.” She smiled sweetly and sat beside the cub.
Ariel paused her sniveling and waited a moment. She sniffed once then raised her head to see the bright scenery that was the morning she had waken to. She turned her head to look upon her mother and sighed, though said nothing. Her eyes twinkled in the glint of the sunlight and small tears began to swell within her eyes. Her ears fell limp down on the top of her head in the shyest of manners. She wished not to say anything, for if she tried, it would only be babbling sobs, and that would only make her look like a foolish child she must already appear to be. She could not be a weeping twit if she could help it.
Sanaa mourned for the happiness she saw on Ariel’s face just the day before; she remembered watching the little one run about like the cub she was. The mother remembered seeing the bright expression that glowed with brilliance as its possessor hopped in circles mewing at everything in sight whether it be living or not. How Sanaa wished to see that young lioness once more.
“Darling, tell me please, what has happened to bother your soul so terribly?” Sanaa licked Ariel’s back making sure each fur was going its correct way. She knew she would have to be patient in order to get something out of the girl. If Ariel was not traumatized, then she was still in fear, and the youngest lioness in the pride of Leonum was much too young to cope with any decency quite yet.
Ariel took her time in deciding what was best to say and do. She stared at Sanaa a moment then shook her head and buried it deep within her mother’s fur. She nuzzled there wishing for the beast inside her head to run away, wishing for the beast inside her head to disappear. What could make such a thing plague a soul so as it has? What could make such a thing burn its dreadful appearance into the mind of a dearest child as herself? Maybe it had nothing better to do than terrorize the young that happened to innocently come behind it. With just one gaze upon the guiltless eyes of a passerby, it beset its prey with a wicked smile and a horrible sound. The mightiest roar, the mightiest growl, the mightiest snarl. No lion she knew could produce such a sound derived from their own vocal cords. No lion was a beast enough to be so horrible.
Sanaa wrapped herself around the frightened child. Something had scared her so to hide within her mother. This, though did not sound strange to most, was indeed so because it was simply out of character. Ariel was a strong cub even at her young age. She had learned so much for living such a short time. Sometimes, Sanaa forgot that Ariel was still a child rather than a young adult how she acted on occasion. But of course, Ariel was still a child and had childish tendencies. She still ran about chasing fairy tales and invisible villains that needed to be slain. She still wished to play at all times with all who breathed. One day, she will grow into a mature lioness that would be fit to possible even be the leader.
“Have you seen something that has scared you?” Sanaa asked patiently. In response, she felt Ariel’s head move up and down as much as it could buried where it was. “What have you seen, my sweet?”
Ariel sobbed a moment then backed away from Sanaa. She sniffed once then blinked away the tears that blocked her vision. She tried to collect her thoughts, but the attempt was in vain. She was not going to be able to put everything together before she said it all. So she just babbled it all, “There was a beast and it looked at me with its wicked face then roared at me with its terrible fangs gnashing at me!”
Sanaa looked upon the child with the greatest distress. A terrible beast? Whatever could she mean? “What did this beast look like?” She inquired thinking there must have been a mistake.
Ariel tried to remember the evil beast that stared upon her in its wicked ways. “It was white with darker colors upon it and it had no eyes. Its fangs were large and sharp ready to tear into my throat. I could see it grin evilly in my direction, mother!” She buried herself once more into Sanaa’s chest.
Sanaa laughed slightly. “Sweetest Ariel, that was no beast you saw but the bones of creature who has passed. I am sure the roar you heard was something of your imagination combined with other noises in the distant. There are no beasts here to terrorize precious cubs of mine.”
Ariel pulled her head out and met the eyes of Sanaa. “No beast?” She asked. Sanaa’s head shook and Ariel sighed. “Then I was frightened of those no longer here?” She inquired. Sanaa nodded. Ariel sighed; no beast was coming after her or anyone else there. This was a relief and mildly distressing at how easily frightened she was. Her look must have shown the distress she felt for Sanaa then spoke.
“You have much to learn, do not worry. You will not always be frightened of the wrong things, you just must learn first.” At that, Ariel snuggled once more, but not out of fright; this time, she merely wished to be with her wise mother.
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