Post by crow on Nov 29, 2012 5:55:59 GMT -5
* craig a. crawford ,
* 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 Craig Allan Crawford
NICKNAMES Crow
DATE OF BIRTH March thirteenth
AGE Fifthteen
GRADE/YEAR Eleventh
ELEMENT Water
SEXUALITY Homosexual
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 Tom Felton
EYE COLOUR Pale ice-blue
HAIR COLOUR Silvery blond
HEIGHT & WEIGHT One point seventy five meters, sixty-five kilograms
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES A slightly Scandinavian accented British English given he’s from the Faroe Islands, though born from British parents. His pale skin isn’t flawless however as he sports the odd scar over his right eyebrow.
CLOTHING STYLE Monochrome, he typically wears black and grey casual clothing like jeans and the odd old t-shirt, the only thing close to color in his wardrobe is the odd brown or moss green shirt, boots, and outdoors jacket. Most of his attire serve a practical purpose or is worn because he finds them comfortable rather than in the slightest interest of following any of the latest fashions, hell he even wears a dark grey hooded cloak just because he finds it a comfortable piece of attire.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- Carefree; he doesn’t give much care to the world or its problems, unless the problem is something he believes can be fixed; like issues pertaining individuals
- Loyal; manage to gain his hard to earn friendship and you'll have a friend that'll stick up for you no matter what
- Restless; he’s quite energetic and gets easily bored or even annoyed when forced to remain idle or still for a long period of time
- Free-spirited; Craig is a bit of a loveable anarchist he doesn’t conform himself to rules and regulations, as long as he doesn't hurt anyone or downright break crime laws
- Good listener; he takes time and listens to people and what they actually have to say, from rambling rants to serious concerns. He doesn’t dole out advices unless he feels they’re useful however. He always keeps what he’s been told to himself
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Sarcastic; who says I have to be serious?
- Cynical; he doesn’t hold much faith in human nature as a whole
- Blunt; for good or ill Craig will say what’s on his mind regardless of a person’s feelings
- Attachement; he has a tedency to be a little clingy with people he's comfortable around
- Pranks: he sometimes gets urges to pull harmless little pranks on people should the opportunity arise. Unfortunately more often than not though the recipient of the pranks don’t always appreciate the humor
LIKES
- Solitude; prefers to be alone or only with maybe one or two people
- Rainy days; there is just something soothing and calming about good natural shower
- Starry nights; amateur astronomer incoming
- Winter; the comfortable cold
- Oceans; natures beauty at its finest, the smell of salty sea water often invokes a sense of homesickness in Craig, despite the horrible upbringing part of him miss the Faroe Islands, it was after all his country
DISLIKES
- Summers; the damnable heat!
- Crowds; too much noise
- Following orders; I do what I want, when I want
- Rigid rules; rules are made to be broken, usually
- Bullies; pick on someone your own size!
- Haters: what have I ever done to you?
STRENGTHS
- Musically gifted; he can sing, and can play an instrument known as the hang drum
- Bilingual; He speaks both English and his native Faroese, he can also understand Icelandic due to the mutually intelligability of the two languages. Even if he speaks mostly English, during moments of stress or emotion he sometimes reverts back to his native tongue.
- Bush craft; if you get lost in the wilderness Craig is the person you’d likely wish were with you, he knows bush craft skills from creating fire with rocks and sticks, to where to find shelter and food. As well several other skills necessary for wilderness survival, in this vein most of his skills entail survival in mountainous enviroments or along rugged coastlines
- Photographic memory; once he’s seen a place, person, object or read something he’d remember how it looks like, what it reads down to minute detail. Unfortunately this doesn’t always mean he’ll remember who the person was, where the place or object is, or even if what he read was from a book, newspaper or similar
WEAKNESSES
- Ironically, despite being a water elemental Craig can’t swim, he sinks like a rock
- Socially awkward; he’s not the typical outgoing people’s person you’d expect from a water elemental, in truth he’d much rather listen during a conversation than do the talking as he sometimes doesn’t know what to respond with and often he when does his blunt honesty makes him accidentally insult or offend people
- Loud noises: he utterly detests things such as fireworks and explosions, it has an almost crippling effect on him
- Dyscalculia;(also called math disability or numlexia) is a specific learning disability involving innate difficulty in learning or comprehending arithmetic. It is akin to dyslexia and includes difficulty in understanding numbers, learning how to manipulate numbers, learning maths facts among things.
In Craig's case however he can if given some time to think put two and two together and other relatively simple forms of basic math but thats as far as he gets. Ask him anything more complicated than what 2 x 2 is and you'll either recieve a wrong answer or no answer at all, he'd give up trying to figure it out. As he would simply be unable to compute it, at least not without a calculator.
FEARS
- Losing control of his powers, causing someone to get hurt or worse
- Despite his affinity to test how much he can bend the rules, the fear of being kicked out of the school keeps him in line, for the most part
- That his family would track him down; although he knows how unrealistic this is, it remains a real fear to Craig
BEST MEMORY
The moment he stepped through the Academy front door; for the first time in his life, he felt safe
WORST MEMORY
Living under the abuse of his family is one the most prominent when it comes to bad memories
LONG-TERM GOAL
Mastering his element hoping that he can use it to make the world a better place for those in need
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Joanne Crawford (#39), teacher (Deceased) [Gifted; Water]
FATHER David Crawford (#46), business tycoon [Not gifted]
SIBLINGS Lillian Crawford (9), elementary student [Not gifted]
OTHER Eivør Eirksdottir (40), real estate salesman (step-mother) [Not gifted]
HISTORY
Born into a life that should’ve entailed wealth and privilege but Craig saw none of it, his mother died giving birth to him, and ever since Craig’s father blamed the child for killing his beloved wife. Even after his father remarried the man’s opinions and if not attitude towards his first born son never changed; eventually his father and his new wife had another child, a girl, but the treatment of the children were different; the girl was allowed every privilege that came with coming from a family of means, she would often harass Craig whom was unable to counter her cruel pranks without risking severe repercussions from his parents.
The treatment the father gave his son was more neglect, and a lack of parental love than any physical harm done to the boy. His stepmother on the other hand was cruel and vindictive often accusing Craig of acts he hadn’t committed, yet through manipulation and intimidation managed to get the boy to admit to fictive wrong doings; he would always take the blame for his half-sister even if she herself was the culprit, his half-sister would echo her mother’s cruelty and would often use Craig to her advantage often employing blackmail to get what she wanted; threatening to destroy his things or inflict harm upon him among others.
From an early age Craig had always been fascinated with the outdoors, spending as much time as he could wandering the mountainous highlands or walking along the windy shores of his island home; some times stretching his ventures for days at the time when he could get away with it. He also began spending just as much of his off time in libraries teaching himself how to survive without modern appliances all in order to extend his stays away from home, to the point that he hoped he wouldn't have to go home at all. But childhood dreams are just that and the harsh reality eventually shatter such innocent illusions.
Things would change when he came into his elemental powers Craig tried fervently to keep it a secret and hiding it from his family, knowing very well that they would find yet another thing to use against him in some form or another. Being born on some tiny islands out in the middle of the North Sea really did make him feel trapped as he had nowhere to run; about six months after his powers had surfaced Craig realized that he could not keep his gifts a secret much longer so in a moment of courage he ran away from home. Wandering around the capital of Torshavn he found himself picked up by local authorities but when they tried to ask where he came from much less who he was Craig either lied or refused to answer them.
The next three months he would spend at a group home still refusing to speak of who he was in a fear that they’ll send him right back to his family, every day he lived in fear that his family would track him down; getting jumpy every time he heard the movement of the front door. As the fear and anxiety grew Craig one day had a little accident with his powers, although it was nothing serious or dangerous the cat was out of the bag. From then on it didn’t take long before a couple of rather official looking strangers showed up and he found himself on a flight bound for Canada. Under any normal circumstance Craig would’ve been rather intimidated by the new life that waited him but the joyful prospect that he had finally managed to escape the clutches of his abusive family overshadowed everything else.
Coming to the Academy was a lifesaver for Craig, for the first time in his life not only did he feel safe he also felt like he belonged. He was not alone with his strange powers, adapting to life in the school came quickly for the young Faroese although he didn’t seek many friends the fact that he was now in a place of safety was all that really mattered to him; he was free.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Call me Crow
YOUR AGE 25
RP EXPERIENCE 17 years
HOW'D YOU FIND US? Advertisement on another site
SECRET WORD Correct
RP SAMPLEMany questions loomed in the back of his mind as he stood there on the threshold of a rather unremarkable looking antique shop, a crumbled piece of a two years old newspaper article clutched in his hand. It was very old news but frankly he couldn’t find any other mention of the topic as it were. This was all he had to go on but even then it was enough to make him understand his own stance on it. And it was far from supportive; the dim yellow light of a nearby street lamp cast a bright yellow haze over the puddle littered pavement, the light brush of summer rain cascading down from the heavens. As a deep sigh escaped his lips the hood was pulled of his head and with a clear stride he pushed the door opened and stepped inside.
As he looked around he quickly realized that of all the shops he had ever entered this was the only one that didn’t make him stand out like a sore thumb, and make people thing he had just stepped out of some sort of theater wardrobe. The place was well lit shelves and rows of various types of old material; Varg had managed to scrape together a small sum of money just enough to what he reckoned was the price of this thing he was in need of. Which sounded quite unremarkable but it was a skinning knife; something that you could get at any hardware store in this day and age. But the elder had little faith in modern craftsmanship, preferring a tool that he knew attested for endurance and that would last for a long time without needing quick replacement.
The vampire had very few connections, and those he had tended fade as he wasn’t very good on keep them updated in any particular fashion. The owner of this store was such a faded connection from long ago, all Varg could remember of him was his name; Garret and the fact that he was quite old. Beyond that though any other information had been lost to time, but right now Varg was here on a brief errand to find a tool replacement; and not to strike up old connections. Using a few moments to browse he quickly found what he was looking for; a suitable blade, perfect balance and good grip, it shows some marks of use but that didn’t matter to the vampire; he wouldn’t found himself in an antique shop if it did.
Satisfied to find that the knife was within his price tag the vampire made his way over the counter; placing the knife down and also the newspaper next to it, he pulled out the money and counted up the appropriate sum. “It’s been a long time.” The elder spoke then as he presented the correct money sum to the shop owner a brief smile crossing his face.
