Post by merrill on Aug 16, 2010 12:30:58 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Merrill and this is my first character. I found this site from an ad on a forum. Something you should know about me is I love X-Men Comics and old movies. I am a very absent-minded person and somehow able to burn pudding.
Canon: the Outsiders
Custom Title: "I'm never the dreamer. I'm always the dreamee."
Play-By: James Van Der Beek
PHYSICAL
Age: 20 1/2
Gender: Male
Appearance: Two-Bit has lively gray eyes that can sometimes be perceived as shifty. He is a little over 6' tall and has a stocky build. His hair is rust-colored and he often wears his sideburns a little too long. He doesn't grease his hair all the time, but whenever he is going out on a date or a special occasion, he tends to over-grease it.
He has a wide grin that reaches from one ear to the other, it seems. He has a scar on his cheek and his knuckles on his left hand from a previous rumble. He isn't overly handsome or anything, the ladies dig his charm more.
PERSONALITY
General Personality: Two-Bit is often the Comedian of gang. He cracks a joke at any time possible. He has a smart sense of humor, but he can be serious too. He can be very opinionated, but never tries to be mean.
He doesn't have many goals in life, he sees himself settling down and finding a job as a bartender. His one greatest fear is change. He is afraid to grow up and having to leave his friends. He is also dreading the day his kid sister hits puberty.
This isn't often considered a hobby to a law-abiding citizen, but Two-Bit is an accomplished shop-lifter. If it isn't tied down, then for sure it will disappear the minute you turn your back. As a result from all the lying and voice impersonations he can do, he finds acting is a breeze.
Quotes: n/a
Likes:
Dislikes
Strengths: Physically, Two-Bit is pretty strong (and it helps that he's tall), he knows cars pretty well (nothing compared to Steve, though) and if there's one thing he is very good at is flirting. He can easily charm a girl if he tried.
Weaknesses: avoiding trouble, staying sober for more than three days, and keeping a job for more than a week.
BACKGROUND
Family: He lives with his mother Marion Mathews, 34, and his kid sister Eileen, 12. His father ran out when he was 12. Since then he had no contact with his paternal grandparents. His maternal grandmother had a falling out with her daughter when she had Keith at 16 yrs. Two-Bit has no knowledge of any other living relative.
Education: He is in 11the grade for the second time at Will Rogers High. It is unknown as to why he keeps going.
Occupation: He fills in as a bartender once in a while, but otherwise he hasn't held a stable job yet.
Worst Past Experience: When he was 12 he had watched his parents have the biggest fight ever. His father, irresponsible and immature, couldn't deal with paying the bills and had spent most of the family's money on alcohol. Two-Bit witnessed his father leave. This left Two-Bit feelings of bitterness to his father and often avoided ever mentioning him.
Best Past Experience: When he met Kathy Barrows, he believed to have found the one and only girl he truly loved. He has growing intentions to propose to her especially when he finds out she may be pregnant.
Image: To the cops, teachers, and other figures of authorities, Two-Bit is often perceived as a dumb, tough, wise-cracking hood. At first glance, this is exactly what most people think of. However, to his friends and those who know him well enough, he is street-smart and clever.
History: As a child, Two-Bit grew up in a fairly decent home in the neighbourhood of Bixby, Tulsa. He was raised Catholic and went to church every Sunday until his father lost his job and started drinking. At six years old, his mother had another baby, a girl.
When Two-Bit was 10, he met Darrel Curtis (from the house down the street) and took immediate liking to him. He idolized him and his football friends, but outgrew it when the rest of the Curtis gang formed. He became pretty close friends with Steve Randle, especially when Soda Curtis dropped out.
As he reached teenage years, his mother gave up hope on trying to make him a good boy. At age 13, he stole his first thing - a ten inch, black-handled switchblade. From that moment on, he began to steal more and more until he was caught and put in jail for the first time. It was only a night, but it taught him to be more sly when it came to shop-lifting.
He smoked his first cigarette at 10 and drank for the first time at 14. Incidentally, he lost his virginity that same night as well.
When he was 16 1/2, he met Kathy Barlows for the first time. They had an off and on relationship for the following year. When she graduated and attained a job as a waitress, he decided to go steady with her.
He moved to New York from his hometown, Tulsa OK, in hopes to find better job opportunities. Other than bar-tending, he was able to find some comedy acts here and there.
THE SAMPLE
As Jailhouse Rock faded away, Two-Bit tilted his head back and peered into the rear view mirror. The cop was climbing out of the black and white cruiser, looking smug and superior. This man's stance was screaming for authority. Two-Bit wasn't about to let a fat cop put a damper on his mood.
The cop inspected his car, a '58 Plymouth Belvedere, and aimed a kick at the tires. Two-Bit cocked an eyebrow in annoyance as the man did so. How dare does such a lowly and filthy cretin of a man do such a gesture to a tough car like Sally? Two-Bit knew him. His name was Jim Walker and he was Two-Bit's arch-nemesis. Nemesis, Two-Bit thought. He loved the word; it sounded like something out of a comic book.
"Howdy, Mathews," he said, tipping his hat. Two-Bit could almost see his eyes narrow from behind those tinted shades. "I've been sittin' around here all day in this heat, waitin' just for you."
Two-Bit cocked his eyebrow a second time and met the cop's gaze with a calm look of ease. "Why, thank you, Jimmy," he bit back sarcastically, "I tried to get here as fast as I could."
Ignoring the last remark, Walker removed his shades and looked at his brown cowboy boots with a taut frown on his face. "That's the third ticket in a month, kiddo. You know what that means, right?" He propped an elbow on the hood of the car and pulled out a note pad from his pocket. "Do you have a pencil you can lend?" he snapped, his blue eyes wandering inside the cab.
"Yeah," Two-Bit knocked open the penny tray with unnecessary force and flipped the pencil to the man. "You know where you can shove that pencil? Right u-"
"Don't want 'provoking an officer' on your sheet, do ya?" Walker interrupted Two-Bit before he could finish his sentence. "Though, I don't think it'll fit on that sheet, anyways."
When Walker finished scribbling, he handed the pencil back; along with a sheet from the pad. Two-Bit ripped the ticket from the officer's hand and shoved it into his jacket pocket. He fought the tempting urge to shove it into his mouth and spit it into the cop's face. He told himself not to do it, he was already having to pay some fines.
Walker had started to stalk away in his bow-legged strut when he suddenly twirled around to face Two-Bit once again. His face pulled back into an ugly sneer as he placed the shades back onto his face.
"I knew your father for a long time, kid," he said. "I must say 'Like father, like son'." He gave a harsh laugh that sounded a lot like an asthmatic seal. If seals could have asthma, that is. "He was a real slob, with the paperwork...and the ladies. He was good at hitting on those sluts from Allan's."
Two-Bit snapped his head and glared at the cop. For most of the time, Two-Bit would have let the remark slide and throw back a crack about the other person's father. However, when it was coming from Walker, things were a little different.
Two-Bit kicked open the door and slid out. Slamming the door behind him, he ambled over to Walker's cruiser and placed a hand on the man's shoulder. Walker looked up and his lip curled.
Grasping the collar of the man's uniform, Two-Bit pulled the man closer and raised his fist. Before Walker could say, "You are under arrest", the man hit the ground fast. "Yeah, and I can hit some good punches," said Two-Bit, good-naturedly.
Walker was rubbing the side of his face, which contorted with a grimace of pain. "Mathews," he gasped out, "September 4th, this Saturday."
Two-Bit put on an expression of feigned thoughtfulness. He crossed his arms and shrugged. "Don't think I've got anything planned," he replied. "Will Judge Johanns be there?"
Walker helped himself up from the gravelly road. His cheek was swelling up already, and the facade of pain turned into one of pain. "Yes," he said. "Why?"
Two-Bit started to walk backwards towards his car, unwilling to have his back to the wounded man. The feeling of annoyance disappeared as he felt his normal happy-go-lucky mood return. "I like her," he said. "She has very nice legs."
(I have to stop there, my fingers are going to fall off! That was a bit longer than I expected.)g
Keith "Two-Bit" Mathews
Low Class
Low Class
Canon: the Outsiders
Custom Title: "I'm never the dreamer. I'm always the dreamee."
Play-By: James Van Der Beek
PHYSICAL
Age: 20 1/2
Gender: Male
Appearance: Two-Bit has lively gray eyes that can sometimes be perceived as shifty. He is a little over 6' tall and has a stocky build. His hair is rust-colored and he often wears his sideburns a little too long. He doesn't grease his hair all the time, but whenever he is going out on a date or a special occasion, he tends to over-grease it.
He has a wide grin that reaches from one ear to the other, it seems. He has a scar on his cheek and his knuckles on his left hand from a previous rumble. He isn't overly handsome or anything, the ladies dig his charm more.
PERSONALITY
General Personality: Two-Bit is often the Comedian of gang. He cracks a joke at any time possible. He has a smart sense of humor, but he can be serious too. He can be very opinionated, but never tries to be mean.
He doesn't have many goals in life, he sees himself settling down and finding a job as a bartender. His one greatest fear is change. He is afraid to grow up and having to leave his friends. He is also dreading the day his kid sister hits puberty.
This isn't often considered a hobby to a law-abiding citizen, but Two-Bit is an accomplished shop-lifter. If it isn't tied down, then for sure it will disappear the minute you turn your back. As a result from all the lying and voice impersonations he can do, he finds acting is a breeze.
Quotes: n/a
Likes:
- blondes
- school
- fast cars
Dislikes
- cats (he claims them to be the spawn of the Devil)
- vegetables
- unfair fights
Strengths: Physically, Two-Bit is pretty strong (and it helps that he's tall), he knows cars pretty well (nothing compared to Steve, though) and if there's one thing he is very good at is flirting. He can easily charm a girl if he tried.
Weaknesses: avoiding trouble, staying sober for more than three days, and keeping a job for more than a week.
BACKGROUND
Family: He lives with his mother Marion Mathews, 34, and his kid sister Eileen, 12. His father ran out when he was 12. Since then he had no contact with his paternal grandparents. His maternal grandmother had a falling out with her daughter when she had Keith at 16 yrs. Two-Bit has no knowledge of any other living relative.
Education: He is in 11the grade for the second time at Will Rogers High. It is unknown as to why he keeps going.
Occupation: He fills in as a bartender once in a while, but otherwise he hasn't held a stable job yet.
Worst Past Experience: When he was 12 he had watched his parents have the biggest fight ever. His father, irresponsible and immature, couldn't deal with paying the bills and had spent most of the family's money on alcohol. Two-Bit witnessed his father leave. This left Two-Bit feelings of bitterness to his father and often avoided ever mentioning him.
Best Past Experience: When he met Kathy Barrows, he believed to have found the one and only girl he truly loved. He has growing intentions to propose to her especially when he finds out she may be pregnant.
Image: To the cops, teachers, and other figures of authorities, Two-Bit is often perceived as a dumb, tough, wise-cracking hood. At first glance, this is exactly what most people think of. However, to his friends and those who know him well enough, he is street-smart and clever.
History: As a child, Two-Bit grew up in a fairly decent home in the neighbourhood of Bixby, Tulsa. He was raised Catholic and went to church every Sunday until his father lost his job and started drinking. At six years old, his mother had another baby, a girl.
When Two-Bit was 10, he met Darrel Curtis (from the house down the street) and took immediate liking to him. He idolized him and his football friends, but outgrew it when the rest of the Curtis gang formed. He became pretty close friends with Steve Randle, especially when Soda Curtis dropped out.
As he reached teenage years, his mother gave up hope on trying to make him a good boy. At age 13, he stole his first thing - a ten inch, black-handled switchblade. From that moment on, he began to steal more and more until he was caught and put in jail for the first time. It was only a night, but it taught him to be more sly when it came to shop-lifting.
He smoked his first cigarette at 10 and drank for the first time at 14. Incidentally, he lost his virginity that same night as well.
When he was 16 1/2, he met Kathy Barlows for the first time. They had an off and on relationship for the following year. When she graduated and attained a job as a waitress, he decided to go steady with her.
He moved to New York from his hometown, Tulsa OK, in hopes to find better job opportunities. Other than bar-tending, he was able to find some comedy acts here and there.
THE SAMPLE
As Jailhouse Rock faded away, Two-Bit tilted his head back and peered into the rear view mirror. The cop was climbing out of the black and white cruiser, looking smug and superior. This man's stance was screaming for authority. Two-Bit wasn't about to let a fat cop put a damper on his mood.
The cop inspected his car, a '58 Plymouth Belvedere, and aimed a kick at the tires. Two-Bit cocked an eyebrow in annoyance as the man did so. How dare does such a lowly and filthy cretin of a man do such a gesture to a tough car like Sally? Two-Bit knew him. His name was Jim Walker and he was Two-Bit's arch-nemesis. Nemesis, Two-Bit thought. He loved the word; it sounded like something out of a comic book.
"Howdy, Mathews," he said, tipping his hat. Two-Bit could almost see his eyes narrow from behind those tinted shades. "I've been sittin' around here all day in this heat, waitin' just for you."
Two-Bit cocked his eyebrow a second time and met the cop's gaze with a calm look of ease. "Why, thank you, Jimmy," he bit back sarcastically, "I tried to get here as fast as I could."
Ignoring the last remark, Walker removed his shades and looked at his brown cowboy boots with a taut frown on his face. "That's the third ticket in a month, kiddo. You know what that means, right?" He propped an elbow on the hood of the car and pulled out a note pad from his pocket. "Do you have a pencil you can lend?" he snapped, his blue eyes wandering inside the cab.
"Yeah," Two-Bit knocked open the penny tray with unnecessary force and flipped the pencil to the man. "You know where you can shove that pencil? Right u-"
"Don't want 'provoking an officer' on your sheet, do ya?" Walker interrupted Two-Bit before he could finish his sentence. "Though, I don't think it'll fit on that sheet, anyways."
When Walker finished scribbling, he handed the pencil back; along with a sheet from the pad. Two-Bit ripped the ticket from the officer's hand and shoved it into his jacket pocket. He fought the tempting urge to shove it into his mouth and spit it into the cop's face. He told himself not to do it, he was already having to pay some fines.
Walker had started to stalk away in his bow-legged strut when he suddenly twirled around to face Two-Bit once again. His face pulled back into an ugly sneer as he placed the shades back onto his face.
"I knew your father for a long time, kid," he said. "I must say 'Like father, like son'." He gave a harsh laugh that sounded a lot like an asthmatic seal. If seals could have asthma, that is. "He was a real slob, with the paperwork...and the ladies. He was good at hitting on those sluts from Allan's."
Two-Bit snapped his head and glared at the cop. For most of the time, Two-Bit would have let the remark slide and throw back a crack about the other person's father. However, when it was coming from Walker, things were a little different.
Two-Bit kicked open the door and slid out. Slamming the door behind him, he ambled over to Walker's cruiser and placed a hand on the man's shoulder. Walker looked up and his lip curled.
Grasping the collar of the man's uniform, Two-Bit pulled the man closer and raised his fist. Before Walker could say, "You are under arrest", the man hit the ground fast. "Yeah, and I can hit some good punches," said Two-Bit, good-naturedly.
Walker was rubbing the side of his face, which contorted with a grimace of pain. "Mathews," he gasped out, "September 4th, this Saturday."
Two-Bit put on an expression of feigned thoughtfulness. He crossed his arms and shrugged. "Don't think I've got anything planned," he replied. "Will Judge Johanns be there?"
Walker helped himself up from the gravelly road. His cheek was swelling up already, and the facade of pain turned into one of pain. "Yes," he said. "Why?"
Two-Bit started to walk backwards towards his car, unwilling to have his back to the wounded man. The feeling of annoyance disappeared as he felt his normal happy-go-lucky mood return. "I like her," he said. "She has very nice legs."
(I have to stop there, my fingers are going to fall off! That was a bit longer than I expected.)g
Accepted!