Post by eastsidesunset on Aug 13, 2010 22:24:24 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Jenny and this is my first character. I found this site through an ad on a forum. Something you should know about me is I'm a diehard bookworm, and proud of it..
Canon: The Outsiders
Custom Title: Still stayin' gold...
PHYSICAL
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 5'6
Body: He has a pretty good build, which he's secretly a little proud of, but his muscles are of the lean, thin variety, unlike his oldest brother's huge bulkiness.
Other distinguishing features: He has reddish-brown hair that he likes to leave a little longer than most boys would. He likes to think that it's simply because he looks better with longer hair, but his subconscious tells him that really, it's because short hair makes him feel uncomfortable-- exposed, even. The grease in his hair marks him as a greaser, and even though he's accepted it a long time ago he always wishes he had more to define him than just a reputation as a hood and long, greasy hair.
Wardrobe: Ponyboy's family definitely isn't the richest, and when you're the youngest of three boys without parents... You tend to not be picky about clothes. Usually, Pony wears hand-me-down jeans from his two older brothers, simple t-shirts, sweatshirts, and a variety of the oddest things that somehow got passed along his way, like mismatched socks or a Mickey Mouse watch.[/ul]
Play By: Cameron Bright
PERSONALITY
General personality: Ponyboy is thoughtful, imaginative, creative, smart, and quiet, but he also has trouble with common sense and annoys his oldest brother to no ends when he forgets to use his head. He tends to overanalyze things, and always has his head in the clouds, daydreaming about some book he's just read, or some movie he's just watched. Ponyboy's curiosity is something else that defines his character-- the word "why?" also tends to grate on his older brother's nerves, though.
He's known for some time now that he's different than most people, and even in his tightly knit group of friends, he sometimes feels slightly out of place. One of the many things he dreams about is a place where everyone's the same, and things like stereotypes and racism don't exist. He's yet to find it though, but because he's as stubborn as he is thoughtful, he'll keep dreaming until he does.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: "I didn't mean to..."
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: Schoolwork, running, writing
Weaknesses: Girls, chatting to anyone except Soda, lying to himself
BACKGROUND
Family: Two brothers, Sodapop and Darrel Curtis, plus two deceased parents.
Education: He's still in high school, and he's smart enough to have skipped the third grade and passed directly into fourth. His oldest brother fully expects him to get a scholarship for college or university, but he's not that confident. It's his only way out of run-down east Windrixville, though, and he silently hopes for that escape. It's the only reason he hasn't given up on trying hard in school, even though he's a greaser.
Occupation: He doesn't work *yet*, but he's looking forward to helping out with the bills when he's older, something that Darry isn't happy about. He wants him to focus on his education.
Worst past experience: When his parents died when he was thirteen. He'll never forget the moment when the police came to tell them the news as long as he lives.
Best past experience: Seeing the overjoyed looks on his family's faces when he told them the teachers said it would be "in his best interests" to skip a grade. The grade-skipping itself had just seemed like a lot of work, but the happiness it seemed to give his parents was worth it all.
Image: Most people who don't know Pony see him as a quiet kid with worn, sometimes even tattered clothes who's never paying much attention to things around him.
History: Born in the East side of town, Ponyboy Curtis knew the score around where he lived. He had adored his second-oldest brother, Soda, since he could talk, and he had a sort of awed respect for his oldest one at the same time. He certainly wasn't the favoured child of his parents, being the youngest, quiet, a dreamer at heart and never a football star like Darry (He always had a bit of a talent for running track but that just wasn't the same as America's favourite sport) but he loved and was loved all the same.
He'd known from a young age that he was kind of different from the rest of East Windrixville- from having a love of literature and drawing to being the only kid in the neighbourhood who learned piano. Of course the Curtis family didn't have the money to pay for lessons, but Pony was lucky because his mom knew how to play and taught him on the old keyboard passed down two generations. She kept teaching him right up until the day she died. After that, Pony never touched the piano again because it just brought back too many painful memories no one wanted to relive.
On the Christmas Eve of Pony's 13th year, his parents were killed in a car crash and his simple, but perfect world came crashing down at his feet. His oldest brother became his and his second oldest brothers' guardian, and that worsened their relationship by immeasurable amounts. They argued more and more frequently, and although Ponyboy knew that Darry was doing the best he could, he couldn't help but feel unloved by him. A burden. It was around the same time that Socs started becoming more and more of a problem for Pony, and he started carrying around a switchblade whenever he remembered. He'd been jumped once walking home from the theatres, and that was also the time he forgot his blade. From then on he had an even rockier relationship with his oldest brother, and if you asked him directly he wouldn't even be able to tell you exactly why that was.
Only Soda made it easier, by playing peacekeeper every single time. However, Pony's fear was and always is that someday, even Sodapop wouldn't be able to stop some argument over nothing, and the little family they had left would crumble to pieces just like they'd seen so many do.
In Character Sample:
"Hey," Sam whispered, as the English teacher was looking the other direction, "Reports are due in today, 'member? Whaddya think you got?"
Ponyboy sighed, slouching over his desk and staring at a crack in the weathered wood without really noticing it. He had a pretty good idea what he got-- mostly B's, maybe a couple A's here and there. The only subjects he was really confident about were English and History. The former was usually his strong suit anyway; the latter was only due to the interesting subject matter they dealt with this term.
Darry wouldn't be happy, he knew. Pony was looking forward to nothing less than an absolute tornado with him back at home when he saw the grades. Darry always asked for way more than he, Ponyboy, could manage all the time. Nothing less than straight A's.
All this had nothing to do with Sam though. He didn't have anyone at home who would lecture him around the world and back if he didn't bring home perfect grades. He only cared for the reward he'd get in cash if he achieved just two B's.
"Okay, I guess," Pony mumbled vaguely. He was ridiculously grateful when the teacher turned around again and relieved him of this unwelcome conversation.
"Alright, folks. One last reflection and you're all done for the year. How's it feel to be nearly freshmen?" Mr. Stewarts grinned, and started handing out brand new worksheets for the last twenty minutes of class.
The whole class groaned as one, but Mr. Stewarts simply kept smiling, locking eyes with each student in turn and looking for all the world like being a teacher was the happiest job in the world. And the best thing about him? He didn't judge you by how you looked, he judged you by the heart you put into your work and your individuality. Honestly, Pony liked him a lot, and he was sure many of his classmates would agree. No matter what he did or how many tough assignments he assigned, it was impossible to get mad at him. In a few ways, he reminded Ponyboy of Soda.
Pony smiled, and quickly got started on the very last-minute assignment. He knew as well as the next person that reports were already printed and that this wouldn't count for anything, but he wanted to do it well, this last reflection. Everyone around him were scribbling furiously with furrowed brows too, probably for the same reason... To show Mr. Stewarts that they genuinely liked his class.
Though Pony doubted his teacher didn't already know.
Ponyboy Michael Curtis
Low Class
Low Class
Canon: The Outsiders
Custom Title: Still stayin' gold...
PHYSICAL
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 5'6
Body: He has a pretty good build, which he's secretly a little proud of, but his muscles are of the lean, thin variety, unlike his oldest brother's huge bulkiness.
Other distinguishing features: He has reddish-brown hair that he likes to leave a little longer than most boys would. He likes to think that it's simply because he looks better with longer hair, but his subconscious tells him that really, it's because short hair makes him feel uncomfortable-- exposed, even. The grease in his hair marks him as a greaser, and even though he's accepted it a long time ago he always wishes he had more to define him than just a reputation as a hood and long, greasy hair.
Wardrobe: Ponyboy's family definitely isn't the richest, and when you're the youngest of three boys without parents... You tend to not be picky about clothes. Usually, Pony wears hand-me-down jeans from his two older brothers, simple t-shirts, sweatshirts, and a variety of the oddest things that somehow got passed along his way, like mismatched socks or a Mickey Mouse watch.[/ul]
Play By: Cameron Bright
PERSONALITY
General personality: Ponyboy is thoughtful, imaginative, creative, smart, and quiet, but he also has trouble with common sense and annoys his oldest brother to no ends when he forgets to use his head. He tends to overanalyze things, and always has his head in the clouds, daydreaming about some book he's just read, or some movie he's just watched. Ponyboy's curiosity is something else that defines his character-- the word "why?" also tends to grate on his older brother's nerves, though.
He's known for some time now that he's different than most people, and even in his tightly knit group of friends, he sometimes feels slightly out of place. One of the many things he dreams about is a place where everyone's the same, and things like stereotypes and racism don't exist. He's yet to find it though, but because he's as stubborn as he is thoughtful, he'll keep dreaming until he does.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: "I didn't mean to..."
Likes:
- Reading
- Watching movies
- Sunsets
- Poems
- The country
- Running
Dislikes:
- Shooting things
- Labels
- Cars (After his parents got killed in a car crash)
- Socs
Strengths: Schoolwork, running, writing
Weaknesses: Girls, chatting to anyone except Soda, lying to himself
BACKGROUND
Family: Two brothers, Sodapop and Darrel Curtis, plus two deceased parents.
Education: He's still in high school, and he's smart enough to have skipped the third grade and passed directly into fourth. His oldest brother fully expects him to get a scholarship for college or university, but he's not that confident. It's his only way out of run-down east Windrixville, though, and he silently hopes for that escape. It's the only reason he hasn't given up on trying hard in school, even though he's a greaser.
Occupation: He doesn't work *yet*, but he's looking forward to helping out with the bills when he's older, something that Darry isn't happy about. He wants him to focus on his education.
Worst past experience: When his parents died when he was thirteen. He'll never forget the moment when the police came to tell them the news as long as he lives.
Best past experience: Seeing the overjoyed looks on his family's faces when he told them the teachers said it would be "in his best interests" to skip a grade. The grade-skipping itself had just seemed like a lot of work, but the happiness it seemed to give his parents was worth it all.
Image: Most people who don't know Pony see him as a quiet kid with worn, sometimes even tattered clothes who's never paying much attention to things around him.
History: Born in the East side of town, Ponyboy Curtis knew the score around where he lived. He had adored his second-oldest brother, Soda, since he could talk, and he had a sort of awed respect for his oldest one at the same time. He certainly wasn't the favoured child of his parents, being the youngest, quiet, a dreamer at heart and never a football star like Darry (He always had a bit of a talent for running track but that just wasn't the same as America's favourite sport) but he loved and was loved all the same.
He'd known from a young age that he was kind of different from the rest of East Windrixville- from having a love of literature and drawing to being the only kid in the neighbourhood who learned piano. Of course the Curtis family didn't have the money to pay for lessons, but Pony was lucky because his mom knew how to play and taught him on the old keyboard passed down two generations. She kept teaching him right up until the day she died. After that, Pony never touched the piano again because it just brought back too many painful memories no one wanted to relive.
On the Christmas Eve of Pony's 13th year, his parents were killed in a car crash and his simple, but perfect world came crashing down at his feet. His oldest brother became his and his second oldest brothers' guardian, and that worsened their relationship by immeasurable amounts. They argued more and more frequently, and although Ponyboy knew that Darry was doing the best he could, he couldn't help but feel unloved by him. A burden. It was around the same time that Socs started becoming more and more of a problem for Pony, and he started carrying around a switchblade whenever he remembered. He'd been jumped once walking home from the theatres, and that was also the time he forgot his blade. From then on he had an even rockier relationship with his oldest brother, and if you asked him directly he wouldn't even be able to tell you exactly why that was.
Only Soda made it easier, by playing peacekeeper every single time. However, Pony's fear was and always is that someday, even Sodapop wouldn't be able to stop some argument over nothing, and the little family they had left would crumble to pieces just like they'd seen so many do.
In Character Sample:
"Hey," Sam whispered, as the English teacher was looking the other direction, "Reports are due in today, 'member? Whaddya think you got?"
Ponyboy sighed, slouching over his desk and staring at a crack in the weathered wood without really noticing it. He had a pretty good idea what he got-- mostly B's, maybe a couple A's here and there. The only subjects he was really confident about were English and History. The former was usually his strong suit anyway; the latter was only due to the interesting subject matter they dealt with this term.
Darry wouldn't be happy, he knew. Pony was looking forward to nothing less than an absolute tornado with him back at home when he saw the grades. Darry always asked for way more than he, Ponyboy, could manage all the time. Nothing less than straight A's.
All this had nothing to do with Sam though. He didn't have anyone at home who would lecture him around the world and back if he didn't bring home perfect grades. He only cared for the reward he'd get in cash if he achieved just two B's.
"Okay, I guess," Pony mumbled vaguely. He was ridiculously grateful when the teacher turned around again and relieved him of this unwelcome conversation.
"Alright, folks. One last reflection and you're all done for the year. How's it feel to be nearly freshmen?" Mr. Stewarts grinned, and started handing out brand new worksheets for the last twenty minutes of class.
The whole class groaned as one, but Mr. Stewarts simply kept smiling, locking eyes with each student in turn and looking for all the world like being a teacher was the happiest job in the world. And the best thing about him? He didn't judge you by how you looked, he judged you by the heart you put into your work and your individuality. Honestly, Pony liked him a lot, and he was sure many of his classmates would agree. No matter what he did or how many tough assignments he assigned, it was impossible to get mad at him. In a few ways, he reminded Ponyboy of Soda.
Pony smiled, and quickly got started on the very last-minute assignment. He knew as well as the next person that reports were already printed and that this wouldn't count for anything, but he wanted to do it well, this last reflection. Everyone around him were scribbling furiously with furrowed brows too, probably for the same reason... To show Mr. Stewarts that they genuinely liked his class.
Though Pony doubted his teacher didn't already know.
And, I think first person would be easier for me, yes. Was it obvious? =.=