Post by merrill2 on Oct 5, 2010 18:24:35 GMT -5
"Dill Harris" Application
Hi, my name is Merrill and this is my second character. Something you should know about me is I love movies.
Canon: To Kill a Mockingbird
Custom Title: Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.
PHYSICAL
Age: late twenties/early thirties
Gender: male
Appearance: Charles is a blond with light blue eyes. He stands at 5’10”, and walks with a pin-straight posture to help him appear much taller than he actually is. It is not often you will see him without a smile; he always has an easy-going way with him.
Height: 5’10”.
Body: He is very lean and slightly muscular, but nothing very perceptible.
Other distinguishing features:
Wardrobe: When he is working, he likes to wear mainly business suits. He does not own a lot, but he buys them whenever they are affordable. When he is not working, he wears the usual jeans and t-shirts. He is not a very tidy person, and does not often bother doing the laundry as much as he should. However, he is no slob. [/ul]
Play By: Chad Michael Murray
PERSONALITY
General personality: Charlie could be easily described with one word. Imaginative. Since the moment he could talk (which he does a lot) he has been telling stories that anyone who knew him well would know better than to believe him. He has been known for telling more than the truth and too much of it. Candid as he is, honesty is not always the best policy. Not in his case, at any rate.
Charlie always had an avid interest in the things around him and has a great need to know everything. This is probably what makes him such a great journalist and writer. He wishes to travel the world, but never found the energy or time to do it. On the most part, he is a charming guy with a little too much energy and a strong sense of right and wrong. However, a less seen facet of his personality is his sensitivity and slight naivety.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: N/A
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: He is a great teller of stories and at times it can be hard to believe whether they are real or not. That is, if you did not know him well enough. He seems like a very amiable character to most people and does not have many enemies. He is also a quick learner.
Weaknesses: He hates fighting, nor is he good at it. Gullibility leans to be one of his stronger weaknesses. Charlie does not do well with pretty woman; he tends to get shy.
BACKGROUND
Family: His mother is Ester Harris and he has no idea who is his father.
Education: He went through elementary and secondary school. He has a degree in Journalism.
Occupation: He is a journalist for a tabloid magazine, but at times when he needs a cure for boredom, he writes articles for the Times. On the side he writes novels, though he never had them published.
Worst past experience: His worst past experience is when he returned to Maycomb County one summer to find his crush since childhood with someone else. He had meant to finally ask her out. It had left him heart-broken and never found someone he felt so strongly about for a long time.
Best past experience: When he had been accepted into college for Journalism.
Image: Most see him as shy, charming, and sensitive. When they get to know him, they’ll describe him as boisterous, kind, and over-imaginative. Not many people dislike him, as he never tries to hurt anyone in turn.
History: As a child, he was pinballed around the homes of his relatives. Most of the year, he lived with his grandparents because his mother was often too busy with work. During holidays, he would spend time with his mother’s brother’s family and during summer he’d spend it with his mother’s aunt. It was during the first summer he'd spent at his Aunt Rachel's where he met Jem and Scout Finch, and begun a lasting friendship. He spent endless days playing with them; and throughout the school year wishing that it was summer so he could be with the Finches again. One year, when he had turned nine, his mother married another man.
Charlie, or Dill which was what he had been known as at the time, did not give this man much interest. Apparently, the feeling was mutual. His step-father chased him out of the house at every opportunity to be alone with Charlie's mother. Finally, Charlie grew frustrated with his life ran away to Maycomb. There, he tried living in secret in the Finches’ house. He was soon discovered by Jem. Jem told his father and Charlie had to beg not to be sent home to his real family. Atticus agreed, with Charlie’s mother’s permission, to take care of him during the summer. Atticus became somewhat of a surrogate father to Charlie.
During his teen years, life showed no changes. He was a B average student. Teachers and students alike enjoyed his presence and wild stories. When he was seventeen, he had a story published in a newspaper and was highly praised for it. Since then, he was writing.
In his late teens/early twenties he applied to college and won a scholarship. He graduated with a degree in Journalism and an accepted application at a magazine publisher in New York. He moved to the city and has lived there ever since.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Charlie was biting hard on the nib of his pen. It was a bad habit of his, but it was one he could not break out of. It was not an easy chore to perform and not one he was attempting any time soon. Besides, there were other things that kept his mind busy from such petty things. It had been a week when his editor had told him that his monthly stories were beginning to drag on. It was not his fault; his muse had been disappearing constantly and after working with the company for more than seven years he was bound to have times where he did not have an idea what to write. His editor did not take that thought well.
As he fiddled with the pen, the bite marks were becoming more apparent on the tube, and he could not go on thinking. He let his chin rest on the back of his hands, which were placed neatly upon his desk. His face showed no emotion except thoughtfulness and exasperation. He remained unresponsive during the first ring of his telephone. His mind was too emerged in a fantasy-land where nothing was making sense to him. Instead, it was the answering machine that awoken him from his vegetated train of thought.
There was a loud beeping sound and Charlie heard his own smooth voice on the recording. "Hey, this is the Harris' residence. I'm not here at the moment, so leave a message at the beep." He let out a sigh and spun on his leather chair to face the machine's direction. He leaned back in the seat and placed the two hands behind his head.
There was the beep; a familiar voice filled the once silent room and it had caused him to jump at how loud it came out. "Hi Charlie. I know you're there, so please pick up the phone. The deadline has been moved up a day ear--" It was cut off by a metallic click.
"What'cha talking about, Geoff?" said Charlie, his voice continuing to shatter the once un-rippled silence. "I've been tryin' really hard, you know me. I'll probably end up coming up with something last minute."
There was a short pause before the man on the other end resumed speaking. His tone was now steady and careful, Charlie felt a prick of fear. "Yeah, I know you. In fact very well," he sighed, and there was another pause. "Jack told me that if you didn't start writing like you used to, you'll get fired."
It had taken longer than needed to sink in; but, as soon as it did, he felt himself spinning around and hitting his face on the desk. More than seven years he had been working at the job. Not once did he get promoted or directly praised. His stories were considered the best things in the dumbass magazine he worked for! Now, they fire him?
Charlie was not the type to get easily angered, but today he had good reason to. However, he tried to keep his voice even and calm as he turned to receiver of the coal black telephone. He heard a creak on the other side of the line and he was pretty sure Geoff had leaned back in his chair and placed his feet on a desk. It was a trademark of his.
"Tell Jack that I'll get on it as soon as I can, also," he gave a weak half-smile, "tell him that I'm the best thing the magazine has."
It was then he hung up; he placed the phone onto its hooks and stared at it. Though his vision seemed to be focused on the communicating device, his mind was elsewhere; the past. He wracked his mind to the faithful day when he begun living with the Finches. He remembered Atticus Finch, a lawyer and somewhat of a surrogate father to him. His thoughts lingered on the Tom Robinson trial. It was perfect.
Scout Finch had told him once that she had written a journal about that time. He had asked to see it, but she refused his request. He leaned over his desk and grabbed the dented pen. Then, he pulled a slip of loose leaf from the packet of paper. His mind skimmed over the details. From when he ran away, to the walks around town, and above all, the trial. It was clear to him, as the Hawaiian waters on a bright summer day.
He placed the nib of the pen on a blue line and begun to write.
Hi, my name is Merrill and this is my second character. Something you should know about me is I love movies.
Charles Baker Harris
Middle Class
Middle Class
Canon: To Kill a Mockingbird
Custom Title: Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.
PHYSICAL
Age: late twenties/early thirties
Gender: male
Appearance: Charles is a blond with light blue eyes. He stands at 5’10”, and walks with a pin-straight posture to help him appear much taller than he actually is. It is not often you will see him without a smile; he always has an easy-going way with him.
Height: 5’10”.
Body: He is very lean and slightly muscular, but nothing very perceptible.
Other distinguishing features:
Wardrobe: When he is working, he likes to wear mainly business suits. He does not own a lot, but he buys them whenever they are affordable. When he is not working, he wears the usual jeans and t-shirts. He is not a very tidy person, and does not often bother doing the laundry as much as he should. However, he is no slob. [/ul]
Play By: Chad Michael Murray
PERSONALITY
General personality: Charlie could be easily described with one word. Imaginative. Since the moment he could talk (which he does a lot) he has been telling stories that anyone who knew him well would know better than to believe him. He has been known for telling more than the truth and too much of it. Candid as he is, honesty is not always the best policy. Not in his case, at any rate.
Charlie always had an avid interest in the things around him and has a great need to know everything. This is probably what makes him such a great journalist and writer. He wishes to travel the world, but never found the energy or time to do it. On the most part, he is a charming guy with a little too much energy and a strong sense of right and wrong. However, a less seen facet of his personality is his sensitivity and slight naivety.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: N/A
Likes:
- writing
- the world around him/different cultures
- animals
- cowboy novels
- movies
Dislikes:
- bigotry
- injustice
- unhappiness
- romance novels
Strengths: He is a great teller of stories and at times it can be hard to believe whether they are real or not. That is, if you did not know him well enough. He seems like a very amiable character to most people and does not have many enemies. He is also a quick learner.
Weaknesses: He hates fighting, nor is he good at it. Gullibility leans to be one of his stronger weaknesses. Charlie does not do well with pretty woman; he tends to get shy.
BACKGROUND
Family: His mother is Ester Harris and he has no idea who is his father.
Education: He went through elementary and secondary school. He has a degree in Journalism.
Occupation: He is a journalist for a tabloid magazine, but at times when he needs a cure for boredom, he writes articles for the Times. On the side he writes novels, though he never had them published.
Worst past experience: His worst past experience is when he returned to Maycomb County one summer to find his crush since childhood with someone else. He had meant to finally ask her out. It had left him heart-broken and never found someone he felt so strongly about for a long time.
Best past experience: When he had been accepted into college for Journalism.
Image: Most see him as shy, charming, and sensitive. When they get to know him, they’ll describe him as boisterous, kind, and over-imaginative. Not many people dislike him, as he never tries to hurt anyone in turn.
History: As a child, he was pinballed around the homes of his relatives. Most of the year, he lived with his grandparents because his mother was often too busy with work. During holidays, he would spend time with his mother’s brother’s family and during summer he’d spend it with his mother’s aunt. It was during the first summer he'd spent at his Aunt Rachel's where he met Jem and Scout Finch, and begun a lasting friendship. He spent endless days playing with them; and throughout the school year wishing that it was summer so he could be with the Finches again. One year, when he had turned nine, his mother married another man.
Charlie, or Dill which was what he had been known as at the time, did not give this man much interest. Apparently, the feeling was mutual. His step-father chased him out of the house at every opportunity to be alone with Charlie's mother. Finally, Charlie grew frustrated with his life ran away to Maycomb. There, he tried living in secret in the Finches’ house. He was soon discovered by Jem. Jem told his father and Charlie had to beg not to be sent home to his real family. Atticus agreed, with Charlie’s mother’s permission, to take care of him during the summer. Atticus became somewhat of a surrogate father to Charlie.
During his teen years, life showed no changes. He was a B average student. Teachers and students alike enjoyed his presence and wild stories. When he was seventeen, he had a story published in a newspaper and was highly praised for it. Since then, he was writing.
In his late teens/early twenties he applied to college and won a scholarship. He graduated with a degree in Journalism and an accepted application at a magazine publisher in New York. He moved to the city and has lived there ever since.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Charlie was biting hard on the nib of his pen. It was a bad habit of his, but it was one he could not break out of. It was not an easy chore to perform and not one he was attempting any time soon. Besides, there were other things that kept his mind busy from such petty things. It had been a week when his editor had told him that his monthly stories were beginning to drag on. It was not his fault; his muse had been disappearing constantly and after working with the company for more than seven years he was bound to have times where he did not have an idea what to write. His editor did not take that thought well.
As he fiddled with the pen, the bite marks were becoming more apparent on the tube, and he could not go on thinking. He let his chin rest on the back of his hands, which were placed neatly upon his desk. His face showed no emotion except thoughtfulness and exasperation. He remained unresponsive during the first ring of his telephone. His mind was too emerged in a fantasy-land where nothing was making sense to him. Instead, it was the answering machine that awoken him from his vegetated train of thought.
There was a loud beeping sound and Charlie heard his own smooth voice on the recording. "Hey, this is the Harris' residence. I'm not here at the moment, so leave a message at the beep." He let out a sigh and spun on his leather chair to face the machine's direction. He leaned back in the seat and placed the two hands behind his head.
There was the beep; a familiar voice filled the once silent room and it had caused him to jump at how loud it came out. "Hi Charlie. I know you're there, so please pick up the phone. The deadline has been moved up a day ear--" It was cut off by a metallic click.
"What'cha talking about, Geoff?" said Charlie, his voice continuing to shatter the once un-rippled silence. "I've been tryin' really hard, you know me. I'll probably end up coming up with something last minute."
There was a short pause before the man on the other end resumed speaking. His tone was now steady and careful, Charlie felt a prick of fear. "Yeah, I know you. In fact very well," he sighed, and there was another pause. "Jack told me that if you didn't start writing like you used to, you'll get fired."
It had taken longer than needed to sink in; but, as soon as it did, he felt himself spinning around and hitting his face on the desk. More than seven years he had been working at the job. Not once did he get promoted or directly praised. His stories were considered the best things in the dumbass magazine he worked for! Now, they fire him?
Charlie was not the type to get easily angered, but today he had good reason to. However, he tried to keep his voice even and calm as he turned to receiver of the coal black telephone. He heard a creak on the other side of the line and he was pretty sure Geoff had leaned back in his chair and placed his feet on a desk. It was a trademark of his.
"Tell Jack that I'll get on it as soon as I can, also," he gave a weak half-smile, "tell him that I'm the best thing the magazine has."
It was then he hung up; he placed the phone onto its hooks and stared at it. Though his vision seemed to be focused on the communicating device, his mind was elsewhere; the past. He wracked his mind to the faithful day when he begun living with the Finches. He remembered Atticus Finch, a lawyer and somewhat of a surrogate father to him. His thoughts lingered on the Tom Robinson trial. It was perfect.
Scout Finch had told him once that she had written a journal about that time. He had asked to see it, but she refused his request. He leaned over his desk and grabbed the dented pen. Then, he pulled a slip of loose leaf from the packet of paper. His mind skimmed over the details. From when he ran away, to the walks around town, and above all, the trial. It was clear to him, as the Hawaiian waters on a bright summer day.
He placed the nib of the pen on a blue line and begun to write.
