Post by oddcookie on Jul 30, 2010 18:23:42 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Lyds and this is my First character. I found this site through the admins. Something you should know about me is that I'm a bilingually raised Croat who read the book my character is from in my mother tongue, which I plan to use as my defense if I do something wrong, lol 
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Canon: J.D. Salinger's "The Catcher in the Rye"
Custom Title: Coming Through The Rye
PHYSICAL
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Nothing out of the ordinary or very special at first glance, just a regular Joe. His appearance reflects his youthfulness since he looks his age, but doesn't hide the fact that he doesn't feel too 'fresh' most of the time. His eyes can be a dead give-away in regards to how tired or troubled he feels at times, while his wild hair serves as the crucial reminder of his rebellious nature.
Height: 6'0
Body: Slim
Other distinguishing features: Birthmark on the left side of his face, just above his upper lip
Wardrobe: Pretty casual with a slight rock'n'roll or retro twist. You're most likely to see him in jeans and a plain T-shirt or zip-up hoodie, matched with a pair of dark sneakers. On chillier days he might pair this with an old leather jacket and he never goes anywhere without his sunglasses. He's not a fan of color and usually goes for black and white combinations or earth tones, keeping his look simple but certainly not dull. Even though he comes from money it is impossible to detect this from looking at his wardrobe. [/ul]
Play By: A young(er) Jake Gyllenhaal
PERSONALITY
General personality: A bright young man that unfortunately doesn't apply himself as much as he could. Instead, he spends a lot of time observing other people and forming opinions about even the slightest details of their personality, his own ambitions becoming the last thing on his list and almost never amounting to anything other than an idea. He's incredibly perceptive and sensitive, trades that often leave him trapped in a very uncomfortable, highly emotional state of mind. This leads to him becoming increasingly depressed and creates a feeling of being worn out, both physically and emotionally, causing him to neglect his responsibilities such as school and himself in general. It also sometimes manifests itself in anxiety attacks or other signs of a troubled psychological state of mind.
Holden's personality is a reflection of his interactions with other people. He often rejects those he finds superficial and feels he's forced to socialize with people he didn't choose to be around with, it hinted mostly in his sarcastic sense of humor while dealing with such individuals. His attraction to innocent, good people such as his little sister Phoebe and other children he comes across indicates he is not ready to grow up and adjust to the adult world he so often criticizes. He's also possessed a certain emotional intelligence from a very early age in life, it allowing him to recognize the good and the bad in people by observing different aspects of their behavior, his altruistic nature and good hearted, pacifistic spirit becoming very attracted to the same qualities he unfortunately isn't fully able to recognize in himself. In fact, it seems he is most critical toward himself, often internally referring to himself as the 'failure' or 'screw up' of the family, class, or whatever environment he finds himself in at the time, not really able to take a good look at himself and embrace what a damaged yet extraordinary person he truly is.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: "Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a toilet seat." Vocabulary's rather limited, consisting mostly of various curse words and exaggerated sarcastic expressions.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Weaknesses: Holden's strengths are also his weaknesses. His nature often makes him overly sensitive and prone to over-analyzing things. He can also be impulsive and has an idealistic outlook on certain aspects in life.
BACKGROUND
Family: His mother and father, older brother "D.B.", younger brother Allie (deceased), younger sister "Phoebe"
Education: Finished high school
Occupation: Unemployed
Worst past experience: The death of his younger brother Allie
Best past experience: The summer he spent hanging out with Jane
Image: Odd to some extent and often misunderstood by his own age group, especially when it comes to his sense of humor. Males his age aren't too fond of him and often don't connect with him, but in reality he doesn't make half the effort with them as he does when ladies are concerned. He adores women and as a result they overall like him, although uptight ones may find his vocabulary and candor offensive. Elders view him as a good but troubled young man, some even offering to help him. His emphasis on the negative gives a more grim vibe to him than he actually is and causes others to view him as a cynic, while he's in fact able to recognize both positive and negative aspects of something or someone.
History: Born and raised in the Upper West Side of Manhattan as the 2nd child of the Caulfield family, Holden spent his early years playing with his siblings and going to school without much to worry about. As he grew older he started getting the notion he was a bit different than other children, it often quickly dismissed since his quest for truth and purity was easier to satisfy at a younger age when strong outbursts of emotion seemed like nothing out of the ordinary. That all changed once he turned 13 and his younger brother Allie died of leukemia at the frail age of 11. Holden, unable to express his feelings through words, went into the garage that fateful night where he smashed all the windows with his fist, therefor injuring himself and earning his first visit to a psychiatrist. Faced with too many uncontrollable changes inside and outside himself and his mind becoming overcrowded with existential questions and thoughts, Holden slowly started to fall down the whirlpool of apathy, signs of it most obvious in the slipping of his grades. The further ignorance of this problem eventually led to Holden failing 10th grade at the age of 16.
However, Holden's personal battle seemed to reach it's high point just a few short days after dropping out of high school when a consequential argument with his parents sparked his inner turmoil to breaking point, it finally culminating with a suicide attempt. An admission to the juvenile ward of a mental hospital soon followed, where he underwent meetings with a psychiatrist and mental health professional, group therapy, recreational therapy and was prescribed appropriate medication for depression and anxiety. Other than running away from home for four days in between getting expelled and facing his parents it was one of the most crucial events in his life so far, his admittance lasting for 5 weeks. Besides being involved in the program Holden managed to connect with a couple of people during his stay, including a female social worker and a destructive but incredibly artistic young girl who's tragic story would unravel after she left the hospital. Even though being institutionalized benefited Holden in a certain way, maintaining that state proved to be a hard task once he was released, something he struggles to achieve this very day.
Holden managed to finish high school a year behind with a lot of help from understanding adults. Now, at age 19, unemployed and still living in his family home, the time has come for him to decide in which direction he wants to go in. Will Holden succeed to fight away his demons and create an adequate life for himself? He'd like to know too.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample: Standing and waiting, waiting and standing. That's all he was doing right now, arms folded on his chest while glancing around, the prescription carefully folded between two fingers in case nosy by-standers chose to sneak a peak. What the hell was he doing here with all these sick people anyway? The last thing he needed was to catch a cold or the flu or whatever it was they came here to treat. At least what he had wasn't contagious.
He shuffled his feet as he waited in line, eyes falling on a woman and her little daughter, the only two people who actually looked healthy and decent. One particular object caught his eye, it clenched firmly in the toddler's hand. The baby-blue see-through bag she was holding draped all the way down to her knees, the silhouette of what layed inside paying a close resemblance to ballet slippers. Mothers and ballet, Christ. I bet the kid doesn't even know what she's doing while she's dancing for mommy out there, she just imagines she's a magical freaking unicorn or something and hops around. Shit. However, it was the very sight of those slippers that caused an association to pop up in the back of his mind, the not yet defined thought suddenly bringing him a peaceful feeling he seemed to had long forgotten, something so pure and innocent that it couldn't have possibly existed in this lifetime, let alone his lifetime. Or could it?
His brow furrowed inadvertently as he tried to recognize the sensation, the pondering he was so deeply engaged in distracting him from the fact that he was next in line.
"Hello? Excuse me, sir?" He snapped out of his daze as soon as he registered the young pharmacist's voice. Judging by the look on her face, she had been calling him for a while.
"Sorry about that, miss", he said politely and slid the piece of paper on the counter in one swift motion, successfully hiding his awkwardness.
"It's alright", the young girl replied without looking at him, not at all bothered by his behavior. His lip stretched into a smug smile. A woman who won't place her whole judgment based on the first stupid thing you do? Refreshing.
But the battle wasn't over yet, in fact the crucial part was just about to take place. Would her approach change after she read what was on that small piece of paper? Would those pretty eyes glance up with a dirty look? Or would she, and this would be the worst of all, read what it said out loud? He had encountered this before, yes. Those snobbish know-it-all lab-coat wearing rats who had to read everybody's business out loud for two reasons: 1. To show off they were better than all those who weren't collage educated, 2. To embarrass poor, sick people for the sake of their own amusement. He couldn't decide which one was worse.
The girl raised the paper to eye level, frowning as she appeared to be struggling to read the doctor's handwriting. He found her sincerity so endearing that he almost forgot his opinion on the matter and offered to read it out loud for her instead. How old was this girl anyway? She didn't look a day over 18.
It didn't take long for the 'aha-effect' to settle in and she returned with the pills in no time, proceeding to type in the code and hand him the receipt. "Would that be all… Holden?" she asked, her dark eyes looking up into his. Holy shit, I'm in love.
Before he could manage to think of something clever to say the elder male pharmacist cut in, handing a small box to a woman in the line next to his. "Now, this is vaginal cream, ma'am. You squirt it in at night using the little pumps you'll find in the box, three nights in a row. Here you go, ma'am." The girl couldn't help but comically roll her eyes, her look falling on Holden as if she knew he shared the same opinion on the behavior they just witnessed. Oh yeah, I am definitely in love.
"Yes, that's all. Thank you, miss..." he glanced at her name tag. "Katherine". Nice name, he thought. It suits her.
She smiled mildly to herself and handed him the plastic bag containing his purchase. "Kat." A beat. "Good day, sir." He nodded in agreement.
"Good day." He said and exited the pharmacy, proceeding to make his way home in long, swift strides.
Well, that wasn't too hard. Raising his hand he glanced at the little box swaying in the plastic bag, recalling he was already familiar with the side-affects the medication could cause. Taking these damn things, however, probably will be.
.Holden Caulfield
| High Class |
| High Class |
Canon: J.D. Salinger's "The Catcher in the Rye"
Custom Title: Coming Through The Rye
PHYSICAL
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Nothing out of the ordinary or very special at first glance, just a regular Joe. His appearance reflects his youthfulness since he looks his age, but doesn't hide the fact that he doesn't feel too 'fresh' most of the time. His eyes can be a dead give-away in regards to how tired or troubled he feels at times, while his wild hair serves as the crucial reminder of his rebellious nature.
Height: 6'0
Body: Slim
Other distinguishing features: Birthmark on the left side of his face, just above his upper lip
Wardrobe: Pretty casual with a slight rock'n'roll or retro twist. You're most likely to see him in jeans and a plain T-shirt or zip-up hoodie, matched with a pair of dark sneakers. On chillier days he might pair this with an old leather jacket and he never goes anywhere without his sunglasses. He's not a fan of color and usually goes for black and white combinations or earth tones, keeping his look simple but certainly not dull. Even though he comes from money it is impossible to detect this from looking at his wardrobe. [/ul]
Play By: A young(er) Jake Gyllenhaal
PERSONALITY
General personality: A bright young man that unfortunately doesn't apply himself as much as he could. Instead, he spends a lot of time observing other people and forming opinions about even the slightest details of their personality, his own ambitions becoming the last thing on his list and almost never amounting to anything other than an idea. He's incredibly perceptive and sensitive, trades that often leave him trapped in a very uncomfortable, highly emotional state of mind. This leads to him becoming increasingly depressed and creates a feeling of being worn out, both physically and emotionally, causing him to neglect his responsibilities such as school and himself in general. It also sometimes manifests itself in anxiety attacks or other signs of a troubled psychological state of mind.
Holden's personality is a reflection of his interactions with other people. He often rejects those he finds superficial and feels he's forced to socialize with people he didn't choose to be around with, it hinted mostly in his sarcastic sense of humor while dealing with such individuals. His attraction to innocent, good people such as his little sister Phoebe and other children he comes across indicates he is not ready to grow up and adjust to the adult world he so often criticizes. He's also possessed a certain emotional intelligence from a very early age in life, it allowing him to recognize the good and the bad in people by observing different aspects of their behavior, his altruistic nature and good hearted, pacifistic spirit becoming very attracted to the same qualities he unfortunately isn't fully able to recognize in himself. In fact, it seems he is most critical toward himself, often internally referring to himself as the 'failure' or 'screw up' of the family, class, or whatever environment he finds himself in at the time, not really able to take a good look at himself and embrace what a damaged yet extraordinary person he truly is.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: "Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a toilet seat." Vocabulary's rather limited, consisting mostly of various curse words and exaggerated sarcastic expressions.
Likes:
- His sister "Phoebe"
- Books
- Music
- Being on his own
- His old friend "Jane"
Dislikes:
- Forced socializing
- People of suspicious moral character
- Movies (and other forms of art) focused more on entertainment value
Weaknesses: Holden's strengths are also his weaknesses. His nature often makes him overly sensitive and prone to over-analyzing things. He can also be impulsive and has an idealistic outlook on certain aspects in life.
BACKGROUND
Family: His mother and father, older brother "D.B.", younger brother Allie (deceased), younger sister "Phoebe"
Education: Finished high school
Occupation: Unemployed
Worst past experience: The death of his younger brother Allie
Best past experience: The summer he spent hanging out with Jane
Image: Odd to some extent and often misunderstood by his own age group, especially when it comes to his sense of humor. Males his age aren't too fond of him and often don't connect with him, but in reality he doesn't make half the effort with them as he does when ladies are concerned. He adores women and as a result they overall like him, although uptight ones may find his vocabulary and candor offensive. Elders view him as a good but troubled young man, some even offering to help him. His emphasis on the negative gives a more grim vibe to him than he actually is and causes others to view him as a cynic, while he's in fact able to recognize both positive and negative aspects of something or someone.
History: Born and raised in the Upper West Side of Manhattan as the 2nd child of the Caulfield family, Holden spent his early years playing with his siblings and going to school without much to worry about. As he grew older he started getting the notion he was a bit different than other children, it often quickly dismissed since his quest for truth and purity was easier to satisfy at a younger age when strong outbursts of emotion seemed like nothing out of the ordinary. That all changed once he turned 13 and his younger brother Allie died of leukemia at the frail age of 11. Holden, unable to express his feelings through words, went into the garage that fateful night where he smashed all the windows with his fist, therefor injuring himself and earning his first visit to a psychiatrist. Faced with too many uncontrollable changes inside and outside himself and his mind becoming overcrowded with existential questions and thoughts, Holden slowly started to fall down the whirlpool of apathy, signs of it most obvious in the slipping of his grades. The further ignorance of this problem eventually led to Holden failing 10th grade at the age of 16.
However, Holden's personal battle seemed to reach it's high point just a few short days after dropping out of high school when a consequential argument with his parents sparked his inner turmoil to breaking point, it finally culminating with a suicide attempt. An admission to the juvenile ward of a mental hospital soon followed, where he underwent meetings with a psychiatrist and mental health professional, group therapy, recreational therapy and was prescribed appropriate medication for depression and anxiety. Other than running away from home for four days in between getting expelled and facing his parents it was one of the most crucial events in his life so far, his admittance lasting for 5 weeks. Besides being involved in the program Holden managed to connect with a couple of people during his stay, including a female social worker and a destructive but incredibly artistic young girl who's tragic story would unravel after she left the hospital. Even though being institutionalized benefited Holden in a certain way, maintaining that state proved to be a hard task once he was released, something he struggles to achieve this very day.
Holden managed to finish high school a year behind with a lot of help from understanding adults. Now, at age 19, unemployed and still living in his family home, the time has come for him to decide in which direction he wants to go in. Will Holden succeed to fight away his demons and create an adequate life for himself? He'd like to know too.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample: Standing and waiting, waiting and standing. That's all he was doing right now, arms folded on his chest while glancing around, the prescription carefully folded between two fingers in case nosy by-standers chose to sneak a peak. What the hell was he doing here with all these sick people anyway? The last thing he needed was to catch a cold or the flu or whatever it was they came here to treat. At least what he had wasn't contagious.
He shuffled his feet as he waited in line, eyes falling on a woman and her little daughter, the only two people who actually looked healthy and decent. One particular object caught his eye, it clenched firmly in the toddler's hand. The baby-blue see-through bag she was holding draped all the way down to her knees, the silhouette of what layed inside paying a close resemblance to ballet slippers. Mothers and ballet, Christ. I bet the kid doesn't even know what she's doing while she's dancing for mommy out there, she just imagines she's a magical freaking unicorn or something and hops around. Shit. However, it was the very sight of those slippers that caused an association to pop up in the back of his mind, the not yet defined thought suddenly bringing him a peaceful feeling he seemed to had long forgotten, something so pure and innocent that it couldn't have possibly existed in this lifetime, let alone his lifetime. Or could it?
His brow furrowed inadvertently as he tried to recognize the sensation, the pondering he was so deeply engaged in distracting him from the fact that he was next in line.
"Hello? Excuse me, sir?" He snapped out of his daze as soon as he registered the young pharmacist's voice. Judging by the look on her face, she had been calling him for a while.
"Sorry about that, miss", he said politely and slid the piece of paper on the counter in one swift motion, successfully hiding his awkwardness.
"It's alright", the young girl replied without looking at him, not at all bothered by his behavior. His lip stretched into a smug smile. A woman who won't place her whole judgment based on the first stupid thing you do? Refreshing.
But the battle wasn't over yet, in fact the crucial part was just about to take place. Would her approach change after she read what was on that small piece of paper? Would those pretty eyes glance up with a dirty look? Or would she, and this would be the worst of all, read what it said out loud? He had encountered this before, yes. Those snobbish know-it-all lab-coat wearing rats who had to read everybody's business out loud for two reasons: 1. To show off they were better than all those who weren't collage educated, 2. To embarrass poor, sick people for the sake of their own amusement. He couldn't decide which one was worse.
The girl raised the paper to eye level, frowning as she appeared to be struggling to read the doctor's handwriting. He found her sincerity so endearing that he almost forgot his opinion on the matter and offered to read it out loud for her instead. How old was this girl anyway? She didn't look a day over 18.
It didn't take long for the 'aha-effect' to settle in and she returned with the pills in no time, proceeding to type in the code and hand him the receipt. "Would that be all… Holden?" she asked, her dark eyes looking up into his. Holy shit, I'm in love.
Before he could manage to think of something clever to say the elder male pharmacist cut in, handing a small box to a woman in the line next to his. "Now, this is vaginal cream, ma'am. You squirt it in at night using the little pumps you'll find in the box, three nights in a row. Here you go, ma'am." The girl couldn't help but comically roll her eyes, her look falling on Holden as if she knew he shared the same opinion on the behavior they just witnessed. Oh yeah, I am definitely in love.
"Yes, that's all. Thank you, miss..." he glanced at her name tag. "Katherine". Nice name, he thought. It suits her.
She smiled mildly to herself and handed him the plastic bag containing his purchase. "Kat." A beat. "Good day, sir." He nodded in agreement.
"Good day." He said and exited the pharmacy, proceeding to make his way home in long, swift strides.
Well, that wasn't too hard. Raising his hand he glanced at the little box swaying in the plastic bag, recalling he was already familiar with the side-affects the medication could cause. Taking these damn things, however, probably will be.
