ZE'V, OWEN HUNTER

[OWEN HUNTER ZE'V]

* Owen H. Ze'v ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Owen Hunter Ze'v

NICKNAMES Hunter, Ze

DATE OF BIRTH November,23

AGE Fifteen

GRADE/YEAR Sophmore

ELEMENT Water

SEXUALITY Straight

MARITAL STATUS Single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Ro'shon Fegan

EYE COLOUR Hazel

HAIR COLOUR Black

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'9 & 145lbs

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES He has a large scar on right shoulder. That he hates looking at

CLOTHING STYLE Coming from a wealthy family, he should have the right attire for the right occasions. He is anything but that, his normal wear is nothing more than a dark tee-shirt accompanied by a light hoodie and black leather jacket atop it, his baggy jeans seemed as if they had their last toll on life full of holes and cuts the bottoms tethered.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• Adaptable to any situation
  
• Intelligent despite his appearance
  
• Open-Minded
  
• Sense of Humor
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• Irresponsible
  
• Impulsive
  
• Quick-tempered
  

LIKES

• Music
  
• Art
  
• Swimming
  
• Drawing
  
• Down to 'Earth' Girls
  

DISLIKES

• Snobby People
  
• Self-Mutilation
  
• Carelessness
  
• 'Turning a Blinds Eye'
  
• War
  

STRENGTHS

• Acrobat/Gymnast/Free Runner
  
• Tech-Head
  
• Pays Attention to Detail
  

WEAKNESSES

• Astigmatism in left eye
  
• Mid-Asthma
  
• Sucks at English
  

FEARS

• Letting Someone Down
  
• Anything With More Than 4 Legs
  
• Claustrophobic
  

BEST MEMORY When his best friend Allen helped him with his bully problem

WORST MEMORY Watching his mother close her eyes for the last time

LONG-TERM GOAL Becoming a gold medal winner in swimming

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Erin Ari Ze'v/Hallsworth (25), Musician.

FATHER Christopher Hunter Hallsworth (30), French Fashion Designer.

SIBLINGS None (but who knows, his father slept around)

OTHER

HISTORY Born November 23, 2000 1:13am in Paris, France. To the lovely Erin Ari Ze'v and Christopher Hunter Hallsworth a healthy 7 pound baby boy they named Owen Hunter Ze'v. These two parents didn’t have the slightest clue what was in store for them as this child was about to change their already hectic lives.

Christopher was a steadily climbing French fashion designer, whom has now changed his name to 'Avenir Vue' also his new line of business propaganda. Time was of the essence to this man and kept him on his toes at every tick of a clock, time was money and he was an abyss of time. Pushing Owen, via email, To strive for the best he could be as a 'growing man' because times are hard so you have to be harder his 9th grade year was just about to start and this was just the pressure he needed.

Owens mother was the closest of them to Owen, if she wasn’t on tour or signing autographs down stairs in the lobby. Erin ari was a well renowned Musician, whom wants nothing but her son to be the artist she gave birth to. Forcing Owen to partake in guitar, piano, and violin lessons at the mere age of 9 until he was 13. She was his mother, and there mostly so who was he to argue he was just happy to spend time with her anyway he could at the time. She told him someday he'll be on stage just like her and they'd be the talk of the town. Once their careers hit its highest point Owen became a thing more than their son, that’s why he strived so hard in school to get noticed.

Owen Hunter Ze’v was you average everyday high school student on his first day to Del'and High School scared, lost and fresh meat for the upper classmen. Being introduced to his first swirly, in the bathroom stall he met a sophomore named Allen, whom helped scare off the bullies, walked Owen to class and later showed him the ropes of how this school was ran. Allen was a friend beyond friends, simply because he liked Owen for him and not because his parents were famous once word got out. About a month went by before Owen invited Allen to his penthouse apartment, which was actually his, his parents was never there so they had freedom to do whatever whenever they wanted. Allen gave him his nickname that day Ze, Being the only child Allen was the closest thing to a brother he'd have. After another heated debate on Skype with his parents about his academics, Owens extra activities were shutdown. They moved, ripping Owen from the one person he called brother. Starting at another school yet again he seemed to forget his past happiness and conformed to his parents’ picture perfect family. He took every class they recommended without the smallest grunt, until he passed the swim team one day during an assembly. He fell in love with the way they moved and it brought such a rush to his chest, he felt connected once again. Signing up secretly he started attending Ashtons Swim team meets, he loved the excitement that swimming gave him. Slipping up his parents soon found out about his off track action and demanded he quit, his silence was broken finally giving them a piece of his mind yet again but wishing only to continue swimming.

That was by far the best choice they could have made by letting him stay on the swim team, his grades improved tenfold scoring his name on the honor roll. Once the team had their first meet where Owen scored a 51.25 in the 100m freestyle, his popularity skyrocketed. His parents seeing his improvement and work conditions didn’t allow them to say or do much to stop him, he began having parties and started hanging with the wrong crowds. One of his many 'friends' decided to meet Owen for a party, which lead to him being jumped by his 'friends' one pulled a knife on him they stole his money, electronics, and shoes. Walking back he started to remember if Allen was there he wouldn’t have come out of that situation as beat up as he was. Hearing about this tragic that happened to their golden child they did what they do best, and moved, to Canada this time. The constant moving finally got to him and his father just so happened to make an appearance in his life. Owen and his father yelled at one another about them anyways moving and how things would be different if Owen was the child he wanted, that striking a nerve with Owen he ran to his room slamming the door behind him. Owen could hear his father talking on his Bluetooth to his mother and calling him an ingrate.

That day felt like a nightmare, but it was very real. He hadn’t realized that school was out around here and found himself walking down the streets just to stay away from the house. He'd done it so much it felt natural to him, his pocket started to buzz, picking up his phone he heard a woman crying on the other end asking if it was Ze who was on the phone. After several minutes of confused talk Owen finally made out what the woman said Quickly hanging up the phone wanting to wake up from this nightmare, but the now buzzing phone ruined that chance. He took off running to the house and locked himself in his room lost in an emotional abyss, from losing his only friend. His mother’s voice rung in his ears, finally opening his door after what seemed to him as days. Her warm embrace felt as cold as ice to him, looking around in a daze he noticed both his parents were there and both crying. They thought he too had committed suicide after the news of his first friend today was his birthday and he wanted nothing to do with anyone. He just wanted to sleep this pain away in his chest; the day was all a haze to him. Apparently they went out to eat, enjoyed a park and even ate his favorite food, looking out to the ocean snapped him out of it.

He looked over and saw a cake with candles on it, this boat they were on was huge. It was also now his his father claimed, That was the first time he hugged his father. Later on that night his father came to his room with a pamphlet in hand as the storm rolled in, The boat took a nasty turn tipping over, water started to rise rapidly. Looking at the window he could see his mother in the other room and his father noticed how the boat was sinking as well. Pushing the door open Owen was pushed over by a wave of rushing water to fill the room. Swimming over he tried to open the door to his mother and fathers room which was full of water by this time, but with no avail his mother placed her hand on the window, her eyes full of tears she closed her eyes greeting her fate turning his attention toward his father and struggled to get him to the surface and to the beach. His tears got the best of him as he tried his best trying to revive him but his father life was long gone way before they reached the surface. For about an hour Owen sat there looking at his father’s body in the rain, as the last bit of bubbles of air shot from the boat. He stood up and walked to the nearest phone and called the police. The pamphlet his father had washed ashore labeled "AoE: Gifted Academy".

Now a year has passed and Owens personality changed living with his aunt, she taught him what it meant to be happy again and the accident seemed to fade away. Aside from the wealth his parents left him, he became what he thought they'd be proud of living in British Colombia, Canada. Now cresting into his fifteenth year of life things seem to be changing for him drastically, as he was recently enrolled at AoE by his aunt before her disappearance, he holds on to an unopened letter she wrote him.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Hunter

YOUR AGE 20

RP EXPERIENCE 8 years on and off

HOW'D YOU FIND US? i've been watching you,yes while you shower too

SECRET WORD Correct.

RP SAMPLE

"Darkness is all it knows, and or will know; the simple fact of nothing being nothing. Yet wanting to be something."

For months it has seen nothing but darkness, felt nothing but darkness; yet knows something has to change otherwise this--life isn’t life at all. If being in this state meant everything not too long ago then why now has something changed? Countless days of the same thing? The sounds of muscles moving and nothing more.

"Life is something to be grateful for; under what rule must we lose all hope and revert to chaotic thinking? Is it simply because we think something is better or know?"

Finally peeking its head out, the colors of the leaves had finally set in-- the golden browns shown like sunlight to a shiny copper coin, the reddish hues made it seem as if apples came in two-dimensional forms, the hazel yellows dances on the gales of each breeze taunting any passer. Each one praying for their stems to hold fast to their life lines; this line that connected them and us all in away. Falling one by one they seemed to dance in the air as each found its partner in the descent to paradise as they whirled and pranced about--All it could do was watch from a far.

"Life has given you sight--yet the only thing you do with it is marvel over what you can’t become. Don’t take lightly what you see, but what you want; don’t allow it to consume to"

This image made its life worth living now--it watched this community of things act as one and wished only to be a part of it dearly; as the seasons changed again it realized a horrible fate they all would in counter; Death. It had just come into this world after knowing the sanity breaking darkness.

"Death why does everyone fear you? Yet love life without a second thought--Because you are a beautiful lie and I’m the painful truth. Accept both as if they are the same"

Weathering the harsh winter it kept its promise to itself--survive. Reaching out its arms, hold its head up high it proclaimed to the unit; "I will be here, there is nothing that can stop me from becoming you" as it finished its statement. Something had hold of it and was ripping its body in half--watching as its liquid spilled over rushing out into the strange surface it looked at its maker; a beautiful woman smelling the roses.

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