Post by CHARLES FRANCIS DENBRIGHT on Nov 26, 2012 0:50:02 GMT -5
* charles f. denbright ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME Charles Francis Monroe-Denbright
NICKNAMES He is, arguably, better known as Fox than as Charles or Charlie.
DATE OF BIRTH December 18
AGE Fifteen.
GRADE/YEAR Tenth
ELEMENT Water
SEXUALITY Straight
MARITAL STATUS Single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Charlie Rowe
EYE COLOUR Brown/Hazel
HAIR COLOUR Brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 154 cm, 45.5 kilos
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Fox has a fair number of freckles, and though he doesn’t like to admit it, he’s quite noticeably shorter than most boys his age.
CLOTHING STYLE Fox is the type of kid who will wear that awful hand-knitted sweater his grandmother gave him for Christmas without a single thought. He wears what’s comfortable, with little care to what is and is not seen as fashionable. That being said, he does have an appreciation for quirky and unusual socks.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- chivalrous
- loyal
- high-energy
- outgoing
- light-hearted
- honest
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- mischievous
- conceited
- guarded
- indulgent
- reckless
LIKES
- sweets
- wandering
- spicy food
- the impossible
- winter, the holidays
DISLIKES
- being told “no”
- losing
- hot or humid weather
- cramped spaces; parties, etc
- crying, strong showings of emotion
- growing old
STRENGTHS
- bright
- positive attitude
- good sense of humor
WEAKNESSES
- stubborness
- claustrophobia
- naivety
FEARS
- hospitals
- small spiders
- showing weakness
BEST MEMORY One incredibly, perfectly unforgettable afternoon at the creek behind his middle school - he was 12. Why couldn’t people just choose an age and stick to it, instead of all this terrible ageing stuff?
WORST MEMORY Being torn apart. Fox’s parents were both “winds,” but the majority of his mother’s side were water elementals, whilst almost everyone on his father’s side happened to be thunder elementals. They’d never let it get between themselves before, but on the eve of Fox’s 13th birthday they were casually chatting about what they expected he’d turn out to be. Jane, his mother, explained that of course he’d be Thunder, because it was just the way of things, all throughout her family line. His father had other thoughts, and before long their casual conversation had molded into a full-fledged argument that finally gave them an outlet for all their pent up opinions and emotions on the subject. Fox was thrown in the middle, the boy who had been taught all his life to never take the feuds between different elements too seriously, and it tore him apart.
LONG-TERM GOAL To never ever, under any circumstances, get caught up in something that he couldn’t control.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Jane Monroe-Denbright (42), event organizer.
FATHER Francis Denbright (46), journalist.
HISTORY Fox, or Charlie as he still was until about the age of nine, was always a bit of an odd kid. He smiled at everything as a baby, which you might say was normal for any happy little infant, but he was different. His eyes always held a bit of a mischievous twinkle when he smiled, like he knew something you didn’t, despite his being less than 24 months old. He’s always been like that, though after a while you start to suspect that he does it because of the looks it gets him, the sort of mystery it associates with his name.
Fox was a nickname he adapted relatively early in life, undoubtedly in order to further that sense of mystery he so expertly had tied to his name. It was quite a funny story, the way he got his nickname, and that’s just the way he likes it. He was always a big tree climber, for whatever reason - most likely the view - and one day, shortly after his ninth birthday, he was up a tree down near the creek with a few mates when they spotted a fox, just beneath the tree they were sitting in. Everyone was quiet, and there were a lot of crazy hand motions and excited faces, so much that he lost his balance. This, of course, resulted in him landing face first in the snow a foot or two from where the fox had been only moments before. From that day on his friends had referred to him jokingly as “The Fox,” until he adopted and shortened it to simply “Fox.”
Up until the disaster that was his 13th birthday he was the most perfectly happy child, without a care in the world. After seeing a rivalry he had yet to experience or fully understand it became more of a struggle, but he does his best. He’s become more guarded since the incident, never letting anybody all the way in, and always keeping up an energetic, carefree outer appearance. At this point he’s become so fearful of ever being betrayed that, in his mind, letting anyone see him weak or unprotected would be unthinkable.
His first year away from home at school was expected to be a relief, a way to get away from the tensions that still plagued the family, but he found it to be just as suffocating. Over the last year he’s adjusted, making friends with those he’s ‘supposed to’ make friends with and enemies in the same fashion, because if there’s anyone who knows how horrible it is to be trapped in the middle of an elemental feud, it’s Fox.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Fox
YOUR AGE 18
RP EXPERIENCE 2 years, on and off
HOW'D YOU FIND US? RPG-D
SECRET WORD Correct
RP SAMPLE“Pst! Guys!” Fox was sitting - rather comfortably, I might add, in the crook of a tree along the edge of the lake. How’d he get there, you might ask? Well, just a bit after dinner, once most everyone was back in their dorms, he’d marched out across the grounds and down to the lake. Not for any reason, other than that he just wasn’t quite ready to spend the rest of his evening lying about in the dormitory, with no fresh air and no opportunity for adventure. After all, that was quite the opposite of how he’d ever want to spend a second of his time... So, when he got the chance, he didn’t even think twice about stepping out onto the grounds for a quick little... Walk? No, Fox never walked anywhere. Skip, run, walk upside-down on his hands, sure, but not just plain walking, not if he could help it. Walking was for the boring.
Once he’d wandered around the grounds for a bit he had planned to return to his room; you know, before curfew... But then The Tree came into view. It was the most perfect climbing tree he’d ever met. Some would say seen, but then they wouldn’t have ever known a tree the way he had. Fox had a thing for climbing trees - this one in particular - and he got to know them so well they became more than just trees. They had personalities, and tempers. Fox hadn’t forgotten about The Tree over the summer so much as it had just slipped his mind. But now there it was, right in front of him, and he couldn’t resist. He climbed quickly and knowingly up to his favourite spot, where he’d be able to see both the school entrance and the forest all in one go. The spot was so familiar and comfortable, however, that before long he was fast asleep in his little crook in The Tree.
He may have slept there all night too, if it hadn’t been for the sound of voices floating across the grounds that woke him up. Once he’d yawned sufficiently, stretched, and pushed his hair out of his face, he looked out over the grass to find the source of the voices. There were a few kids he recognized from some water-elemental specific classes. And that brings us to the moment where he called out to them, quietly so as not to startle them, and jumped from the tree as gracefully as is to be expected from a kid like Fox who was practically jumping out of his skin with far too much energy for his own good.
