Post by * lacey griffen wood on Feb 16, 2009 9:48:36 GMT -5
Dear Lacey Wood,
Congratulations! Due to your amazing talent in the arts department, you have been invited to spend this summer at Camp Hope! We take great pride in our ability to help you expand your horizons and achieve your goals in this area. Please take the time to consider this offer and if you're interested just filling out the following form about yourself. Send it back to us here at Camp Hope and you may just get the chance to attend our camp for the summer. We truly hope that you consider this amazing opportunity.
Sincerely,
Hope Jones
``This Is Real, This Is Me
[/font][/size]nicknames: griff
age: eighteen
birthday: january second ninteen-ninety
canon or original? original
years at camp: this would bee his third year
major: acting.
hometown: chicago
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``I'm Exactly Where I'm Supposed To Be Now
[/font][/size]father's name/age/occupation: edward atticus kent wood III - fifty-eight - lawyer
siblings: edward atticus kent wood IV, or just kent - twenty-two - lawyer
sawyer jaxon wood - twin - deceased
waverly cecilia wood - nineteen - driving instructor
nikolas maeson wood - eighteen - unemployed
Pets: none
history: edward and emma wood we're never exactly happy, most probably because neither of them were all that thrilled about getting married to each other in the first place. it wasn't that the pair didn't get along -- because they did -- it just wasn't... there. their marriage had been arranged by their parents, and somehow they'd won the lottery by being able to miraculously tolerate each other. the two were married and took a few years to settle in -- edward became a successful lawyer while emma tended to stay at home, though occasionally sold pieces of art and had her own collection. after awhile, emma became pregnant and nine months later, out popped edward atticus kent wood IV, or just kent.
a year after that, the twins were born; lacey griffen and sawyer jaxon. it was clear from the beginning that griff was a bit of a problem child -- he broke toys by throwing them at his brother's head or just generally ran around like an insane child as a toddler. a year following griffen's birth, waverly cecilia was born, and another year after that nikolas maeson followed. the wood's were a pretty big family -- aside from griffen's four siblings he has numerous cousins, aunts and uncles, all of which he's hardly ever spoken to. growing up, griffen was a pretty hyper active kid. from a young age he took an interest in performing and asked if he could take acting lessons. his parents agreed, and immediately griff fell in love. he started collecting guitars to waste away some of his money's wealth, but after a girl broke all of them when he cheated on her, he decided to stop. he also always felt pretty partial to his twin brother, sawyer. though they were as different as night and day, sawyer always went along with griff's insane schemes and griff, in turn, loved his brother more than anyone else in his family.
time always seemed to pass pretty slowly for griff. he was enrolled in a private all-boys school and his parents expected nothing short of the best from him and all of his siblings. education came first, acting came second -- that was always drilled into his young mind. but griff hated school; he avoided most of the work and bargained with his friends for them to do it for him so he could act or hang out with sawyer, who somehow managed to keep up well with both his brother and his academics. kent constantly scolded griff for his laziness and for dragging sawyer into it, but griff shrugged it off -- unphased. his bad habits only increased over the dull years; by seventh both he and sawyer were partners in crime, getting into trouble left and right for various offenses.
it was when griff was thirteen when it happened; it seemed just like any other day. the twins were going to hang out with some of their friends, just like any other summer day. griff was running a little behind (he'd really hate to disappoint his newest romantic interest with bad hair) so he urged sawyer to go before him and they would meet up later. sawyer agreed and waved his brother goodbye, stepping into the car just like he always would. it was about ten minutes later when griff impatiently answered the phone; only to hear the worst news of his life. sawyer was dead -- he was killed in a brutal car accident. griff couldn't move for several minutes, but when he could, he threw the phone. he cursed, he swore, he cried, he kicked things, he refused the help from anyone in his family. his best friend was gone forever, and there was nothing he could do about it.
eighth grade started and griff was, quite frankly, a mess. he was depressed one minute, angry the next, and fighting back tears two seconds after that. the only thing that kept him sane was the summers at camp. he constantly got into trouble -- he drowned himself in his acting, friends, anything to make him forget the loss of his brother. anything to make him feel like it wasn't his fault. his home life was stressful and overdramatic, which never improved his general mood. it was like his parents didn't even care that sawyer was gone, they just threw themselves right back into the same old shit. his parents had affairs with people he hardly even knew, overworked themselves and were never home. griff hated all of it, and a few weeks before eighth grade ended, griffen was expelled from his prestigious school. his parents were furious and tried to put him into other private schools, but no one seemed to want to take the broken, high-class, teenage rebel.
griff's parents finally enrolled him into a public high school, where he fit in much better. of course, it would be a huge scandal if someone found out one of the wood kids was going to a public school, so his parents did everything they could to cover it up. griffen made some pretty quick friends. along with them, you could say that he started to hang out with the wrong crowd. he lost his virginity in his freshman year and got a reputation as a bit of a mansleeper -- he wouldn't ever be with the same girl for longer than a few weeks. he partied a lot through his freshman and sophmore years of high school, sometimes coming home drunk -- though thankfully his parents rarely caught him like that. sometimes he did this while thinking about sawyer, as if somehow drowning out his sorrow, but has never admitted it.[/ul][/size]
``Gonna Let The Light Shine On Me
[/font][/size]hair color: brownish black
weight: 150 lbs
height: 5" 9.
style: bright and colorful printed clothing is what you'll tend to find griff in.
portrayed by: paul griffiths.
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``Now I've Found Who I Am
[/font][/size]dislikes: hangovers, bad parties, bad sex, rules, laws, being told what to do, bad hair days, unattractive women, whiners, losing, overly-serious people, annoying people, bossy people, prudes, his parents, mustard, yogurt, large birds, airplanes, heights, small children, educational television, gossip, messing up, failure, being pressured, cleaning, organization, hospitals, doctors, needles, death, deep water, drowning and sharks.
strengths:
» s e d u c t i v e.
» i n d e p e n d e n t.
» r e l a x e d.
» f u n n y.
» t a l e n t e d.
» c h a r m i n g.
weaknesses:
» i m p u l s i v e.
» s h o r t - t e m p e r e d.
» s t u b b o r n.
» m a n w h o r e.
» i s o l a t e d.
» s a r c a s t i c.
fears: drowning, sharks, failure, heights, airplanes and ostriches.
goals: become a professional actor, have most of the girls at camp, have his own riches.
personality description:
independent.
ever since he was a little kid, griff has been fiercely independent. in a way, he's almost always felt like he's had to be in order not to get hurt. he tends to want to do things on his own or by himself, which never really goes over so well. he likes the freedom his independence ensures; not being dependent on others makes griffen feel oddly proud of himself, probably because of his upbringing. as an independent individual, griff is surprisingly strong for his young age. but, of course, this comes with a down side. griff is horribly, stupidly stubborn and generally refuses anyone's help as far as well, anything is concerned. he can't bring himself to trust or depend on people for the fear of feeling weak or vulnerable.
impulsive.
griff has always been the type to do what he wants, when he wants. rarely does he think over his decisions, he just acts. this usually gets him into a lot of shit, but griffen could honestly care less. it's not exactly the most attractive trait, but it classifies him as oddly dangerous, perhaps. griffen thrives on his impulse, which is probably his biggest flaw. along with this, he's incredibly short-tempered. it doesn't get much to get him going, and when he's mad, he's mad. he'd throw a chair at someone's face without a second thought, no doubt he'd beat the shit out of you if you pissed him off enough.
reckless.
utterly unconcerned about the consequences of an action would imply that griffen has little to no regret for some of the things his impulse drives him to do -- which is true. while this may sound twisted, or even mildly insane, griff is far from both. i've perhaps painted the picture that griff is a anti-social, uncaring human being who hates, well, all human contact. but that's hardly the case, in fact, it's quite the opposite. if it were somehow possible for someone to be reckless in a sociable way, griffen would be just that. he's relaxed and generally at ease, a careless and easy going individual. admitably, he's got some darker qualities, but upon first glance he's really quite approachable. careless/relaxed.
witty.
lots of people tend anticipate that griffen is a rather dull-witted young man, and probably with good reason. to be honest, though, he's quite the opposite. griffen is always throwing in insinuate and witty remarks wherever he happens to see the opportunity. he enjoys making people laugh and smile -- enjoys having fun and sharing happiness with people. he's basically a fun-loving guy and he almost constantly seems to be joking around with whoever he surrounds himself with. along with his humor comes his overwhelming sarcasm, so overused that people can hardly tell the difference between when he's being serious or sarcastic. nonetheless, his sarcasm is a core part of his rather childish and sometimes immature, but all the same, uplifting humor.
flirtatious.
women are, admitably, a large portion of griffen's life. usually he's labeled as, well, a mansleeper. probably because he's just that. he's a rather seductive individual and he can charm the pants off just about anyone, but it's definately gotten to his head. griffen is pretty self-absorbed and vain, though he constantly insists that he's just kidding around when he boasts about his looks. he tends to use his musical talent to impress women, or just flat out use his soft voice and well-arranged words, assuming that he isn't drunk out of his mind.
wild.
more often than not, griffen gets a little bit out of control. this can differ widely from something like his temper all the way to a party. to put it plainly for you, griff is a passionate person -- he gets out of control. at parties he usually ends up completely trashed and waking up to some random girl the next morning with a god-awful hangover. he has little to no self-restraint, leading most to believe he's either dangerous, or flat out annoying. usually the majority leans toward the second option. griffen really enjoys the feeling of being free and doing what he wants -- this just seems to be the best way to express that, apparently.
cautious.
you're probably pretty confused at this point and thinking, 'how can someone be wild and cautious at the same time?' well, as much as griffen enjoys having fun and letting loose, at the same time he knows he has to distance himself from people. he's really quite good at making sure no one gets too close, save a few exceptions. he doesn't trust easily -- at all -- and for him to truly open up to someone is nothing short of a miracle. as far as love is concerned, griffen remains stubbornly independent. he prevents himself from getting too close to anyone to avoid being hurt, and believes it will always be that way. besides, he's perfectly content with sleeping around with whomever he pleases. he doesn't exactly strike anyone as the commitment type.
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``Not Afraid To Hold It In
[/font][/size]age: fourteen mate
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other characters: none atm. xD
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``No More Hiding Who I Wanna Be
[/font][/size]member title: up for anytime .
rp sample: Kyle always knew that people changed; and he was surprisingly always aware of the fact that, one day, he too would change -- no matter how much he fought it. Admitably, he'd never pictured his future quite like this. When he first came to New York he'd expected to visit with his sister for a few weeks, meet up with some old friends and then take off again. He wasn't the type of person to stay in one place for too long, he liked keeping himself on his toes. If that was the case, then why was he still here? After several months, Kyle hadn't even had a thought of leaving until now, and even now it was horrendously guilt-ridden. Why was he still here? He'd like to simply answer that he'd missed his sister and leave it at that, but he knew there was more to it than that. Everyone knew there was more to it than that.
Rixey was a much bigger reason of why he was still here, along with the fact that she was pregnant -- pregnant with his child; it wasn't like he could just get up and walk away. The thought of it made him disgusted at no one but himself, to even consider leaving Rixey like that. He did love her, right? His eyebrows furrowed and his thought spiraled deeper, completely unaware of anything physically surrounding him. What was love, exactly? When he was younger it'd seemed like such a simple thing, but now it was more confusing than ever. To feel connected to someone, maybe -- to trust them completely and adore them unconditionally. And yet, while he thought to himself on just what exactly the emotion was, there was someone he was thinking of in the very back of his head.
And it wasn't Rixey.
Remedy Carlyle, it was a simple and fleeting thought, nothing more than a name, but as he inhaled softly the feeling of serenity swept over him. He felt, for the first time in hours, calm. He clung to every memory of her as if his life depended on it, and now, sitting in his room, consumed with thoughts of her, he longed for her. He longed for her scent, her eyes, her hair, her simple, awkward but fearful touch and her unsteady, perturbed voice. Her voice. She found it flawed, but he found it perfect. Everything about her soothed him, everything about her amazed him, everything about her he wanted. No, not wanted -- at this point, Kyle needed Remedy. Maybe she was the reason he refused to leave, because he felt strangely partial to her, moreso than Rixey, sometimes.
Oh, Rixey. His thoughts drifted dreamily from Remedy and snapped back into reality. He was with Rixey, Rixey was carrying his child, and here he was fantasizing about Remedy?! God, how horrible was he? He shook his head, caught between ashamed and annoyed. Maybe he shouldn't have ever moved here in the first place; maybe this was all just a bad idea. But it wasn't like he could go back now -- now was far too late. Now couldn't be avoided, and he couldn't keep running from everything like he always had. Kyle drew a deep breath, trying to calm himself. That nagging voice in the back of his head kept telling him to call someone, the exact person he knew he needed to call, but he ignored it. His thumb and forefinger pinched the bridge of his nose as he leaned forward, closing his eyes.
Who was he kidding? He couldn't be a father! He wasn't even twenty years old, for gods sakes! On top of that, he had the maturity of about an eleven year old and had absolutely no idea where he wanted to go or what he wanted to do with his life. He was basically lost -- he was stuck in New York with one hell of a problem on his hands and nowhere to run to. And a kid! How could he handle a kid?! How could he manage to take care of Rixey, their child and himself when he was struggling right now? He couldn't be a father, he just couldn't. When this hit him, he buried his face in his hands, his fingertips wandering into his soft brown hair. He felt tired, stressed, and generally freaked out. Again, there was that voice in the back of his head. This time, he obeyed.
"Remedy..." He murmured, helplessly, snatching his cell phone off of the table next to him. It wasn't longing -- it was needing. She was like a drug, and Kyle was hopelessly addicted to her. He just couldn't fight it any more, though his intention at the time was just for her to calm him down. Flipping open his phone, he selected her name under his contacts and steadily typed out a message.
Hey Rem, i'm just kind of freaking out right now
can you come over? i really want to talk to you. you're like the calmest person i know. sort of. ha
just please? i need you.
- kyle
As he hit send, he wondered briefly if she realized there was a much bigger meaning to his final sentence. He bit his lip, slouching rather limply on his bed for several moments before releasing a long sigh. He set his cell phone on the table next to him and ran a hand through his hair, figuring he might as well do something about his appearance to pass the time. Anything to distract himself. He stood up -- stretching and yawning for a good minute even though it was well past two o' clock -- and wandered over to his closet, picking out a pair of skinny jeans and a white, v-neck shirt. It was basically what he wore on any other day, save the fact that he normally wore shoes. Oh, well, it was Remedy, she probably wouldn't mind if he wore shoes or not. Wait, what if she was afraid of feet?! Horrified, Kyle looked down at his feet and wiggled his toes. She couldn't be afraid of feet, right? Furrowing his brown, he slid on a pair of converses, before deciding that they were too dirty and probably the filth would scare her more than his bare feet.
After changing, he ran his fingers through his hair absently while watching the time pass. He never really had to do anything with his hair, it just... was, but whenever he was nervous like this, he tended to fidget with it. Five minutes passed, then ten, and eventually Kyle wandered out of his bedroom and started pacing a few feet away from the door. He knew he was probably going to freak her out with how stressed out he was, but he didn't care. She was someone he could talk to, someone he trusted, someone he felt connected to and, well, secretly adored. He shoved his hands in his pockets, but just after doing so he heard a knock at the door. Hastily, he twisted the knob and opened the door, his green eyes landing finally on the girl he desired more than anything.
"Hi," He breathed, his voice low and calm as he stared at her evenly, almost desprately. He needed her. He needed her.
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