Post by holden alexander klein. on Oct 6, 2009 0:31:20 GMT -5
Full Name: Holden Alexander Klein.
Nicknames: Holden usually works, although, some people call me Klein.
Gender: Male.
Gender Preference: Bi-Sexual.
Age: Eighteen.
Birthdate: April 19, 1991.
Grade Level: Senior.
Face Claim: Jensen Ackles.
Physical Features: Usually dressed in a t-shirt, hunter's jacket, comfortable pair of worn jeans, and a pair of old, worn out working boots, Holden stands at the height of sex feet, exactly, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds.
His piercing green eyes are almost enough to take your attention off of his firm, well toned abs, and his strong jaw line that rests just below his straight, smooth and strong lips. His strong hands are the result of many years of working on cars, and his strong legs are the result of playing the games, and sports, of soccer and football since he was five years old.
Holden has a tough appearance, and rightfully so as he often gets in trouble with the law for things such as street car racing and street fighting.
While he has no tattoos to stain his body, Holden does have a tongue piercing, the result of a drunken night when he was sixteen during Christmas break. He also homes a nasty scar towards the bottom of his torso, right below the belt line from a car accident he got into last year. While he may have survived the crash, he is reminded every day of the pain he went through after a most life threatening surgery compliments of a desperate mother who'd run a red light when in a hurry to pick her kids up from school, running a red light and spending the afternoon with a kid she didn't go through labor pains with instead of her own.
Personality: Holden is both loud and obnoxious, and not one to hold back what he feels if you need to hear it. He's pretty easy to get along with, but difficult to read. While he is well outspoken, he does have skeletons in his closet.
Holden can best be described in one word, sarcastic. He is definitely a smart ass, and won't hold back in letting you know if you've made a stupid comment. While it's all in good fun, he can be offensive, however, refuses to apologize. It isn't that he won't feel bad for hurting you, but his fear of emotion. He refuses to get mushy or close with you unless he knows you well or feels the need to.
While he is still coping with coming out of the closet as far as liking males goes, Holden is quite a player. He won't shy away from telling some one how he feels about them, and will sleep with his date on the first date..if they'll let him.
Holden has difficulty settling down with just one person, due to his family's past, however, has not ruled out the option of settling down with some one special. in fact, he can be quite the romantic, and will give some one the time of their lives, and quite a few memorable moments if he feels they are worth holding on to.
Other than the stated, Holden is just your average guy. He loves to watch sports, as well as play them, loves cars, likes to kick back and drink a few ice cold beers , and is trying to survive in society without getting locked up twenty five to life.
Family: While he does have a father, somewhere, the only family Holden will consider telling you about is his mother, Cassandra, a forty two year old woman who's dedicated her life to him and his older brother, and struggles to provide for them even still with two jobs, never resting, and always tired. He completely respects her, and protects her as if it's an obligation.
Holden is also close with his brother who is very much straight, but respects his feelings towards other men. He is two years older and is studying education.
Likes:
o Cars.
o Coco puffs with chocolate milk.
o Parties.
o Watching and playing sports.
o Pie.
o Eating.
o Coffee.
o Music.
o Diners.
o Adventure.
o Spontaneous moments.
o Danger.
Dislikes:
x Clowns.
x Heights.
x Prejudice and racism.
x Stuffy and runny noses.
x Brainless questions or comments.
x Lack of creativity.
RP Sample:
caught in the middle of a crossfire
lost my balance on a high wire
pushed to the edge of my reason
everywhere around me is treason
kamikaze airplanes in the sky
are we going down or will we fly?
Anything Else: Cupcakes talk. I swear. It's true. Oh, and, coffe is the best invention on earth.
Nicknames: Holden usually works, although, some people call me Klein.
Gender: Male.
Gender Preference: Bi-Sexual.
Age: Eighteen.
Birthdate: April 19, 1991.
Grade Level: Senior.
Face Claim: Jensen Ackles.
Physical Features: Usually dressed in a t-shirt, hunter's jacket, comfortable pair of worn jeans, and a pair of old, worn out working boots, Holden stands at the height of sex feet, exactly, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds.
His piercing green eyes are almost enough to take your attention off of his firm, well toned abs, and his strong jaw line that rests just below his straight, smooth and strong lips. His strong hands are the result of many years of working on cars, and his strong legs are the result of playing the games, and sports, of soccer and football since he was five years old.
Holden has a tough appearance, and rightfully so as he often gets in trouble with the law for things such as street car racing and street fighting.
While he has no tattoos to stain his body, Holden does have a tongue piercing, the result of a drunken night when he was sixteen during Christmas break. He also homes a nasty scar towards the bottom of his torso, right below the belt line from a car accident he got into last year. While he may have survived the crash, he is reminded every day of the pain he went through after a most life threatening surgery compliments of a desperate mother who'd run a red light when in a hurry to pick her kids up from school, running a red light and spending the afternoon with a kid she didn't go through labor pains with instead of her own.
Personality: Holden is both loud and obnoxious, and not one to hold back what he feels if you need to hear it. He's pretty easy to get along with, but difficult to read. While he is well outspoken, he does have skeletons in his closet.
Holden can best be described in one word, sarcastic. He is definitely a smart ass, and won't hold back in letting you know if you've made a stupid comment. While it's all in good fun, he can be offensive, however, refuses to apologize. It isn't that he won't feel bad for hurting you, but his fear of emotion. He refuses to get mushy or close with you unless he knows you well or feels the need to.
While he is still coping with coming out of the closet as far as liking males goes, Holden is quite a player. He won't shy away from telling some one how he feels about them, and will sleep with his date on the first date..if they'll let him.
Holden has difficulty settling down with just one person, due to his family's past, however, has not ruled out the option of settling down with some one special. in fact, he can be quite the romantic, and will give some one the time of their lives, and quite a few memorable moments if he feels they are worth holding on to.
Other than the stated, Holden is just your average guy. He loves to watch sports, as well as play them, loves cars, likes to kick back and drink a few ice cold beers , and is trying to survive in society without getting locked up twenty five to life.
Family: While he does have a father, somewhere, the only family Holden will consider telling you about is his mother, Cassandra, a forty two year old woman who's dedicated her life to him and his older brother, and struggles to provide for them even still with two jobs, never resting, and always tired. He completely respects her, and protects her as if it's an obligation.
Holden is also close with his brother who is very much straight, but respects his feelings towards other men. He is two years older and is studying education.
Likes:
o Cars.
o Coco puffs with chocolate milk.
o Parties.
o Watching and playing sports.
o Pie.
o Eating.
o Coffee.
o Music.
o Diners.
o Adventure.
o Spontaneous moments.
o Danger.
Dislikes:
x Clowns.
x Heights.
x Prejudice and racism.
x Stuffy and runny noses.
x Brainless questions or comments.
x Lack of creativity.
RP Sample:
caught in the middle of a crossfire
lost my balance on a high wire
pushed to the edge of my reason
everywhere around me is treason
kamikaze airplanes in the sky
are we going down or will we fly?
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The autumn air was warm and crisp, and with his hands shoved into his pockets, Chandler ignored his surroundings, his head bowed, and his eyes fixated on the ground while he took the long walk over to Haylee's apartment. It would have been easy for him to have taken his car, but he needed time to think to himself, free from distraction, and lately, he'd been anything except focused on anything. His grades had dropped, he'd missed a payment on his rent, and he'd even begun to lose contact with the majority of his friends. He was in a state of hiding, and it had all been due to one thing, or rather, one person.
Having had an argument with Haylee a few weeks ago over her lack of time due to her new career path as an olympic swimmer, Chandler had cut off his communication with her, telling her they'd both be better off if they weren't friends, however, it had only lasted a few days before she'd had her friends give him messages. It ended with him meeting her at the local park where she explained her situation, and how much trouble she'd gotten herself into. As normal as it seemed for some one to get themselves in that kind of a jam in Miami, especially out of the people he knew, Chandler had been surprised to discover it was Haylee in the line of fire, and of course, as angry as he'd been, had agreed to help her.
The Florida air was warm, and Chandler regretted his decision to walk with every minute that passed. His intention had been to think, to figure things out and make sense of everything that had been going on, instead, he was only drowned in thoughts an emotions he'd been avoiding, and denying.
There was no reason to speak, he was alone, on an empty road, only lit by street lamps posted every couple of blocks. He'd been walking for about an hour, and the thoughts kept guilting his mind. Chandler had left Haylee when she needed him the most because he was jealous of her career, because he had assumed the worse, another guy.
Chandler only sighed, lifting his head up only to notice he'd walked further than he'd expected he had, and in the near distance, only a few strides away, was the building Haylee called home, a building he'd been invited into, snuck into, had slept over in, and had been kicked out of several times. In fact, he wouldn't have been surprised if Austyn walked in tonight in the middle of their conversation and strategy plans and kicked him out. The two hadn't gotten along for a while now. In fact, as soon as Chandler's hormones had begun to kick in, Austyn had developed a strong distaste for him, and often encouraged Haylee to stay the hell away from him. He didn't blame her in the least, if he'd had a younger sister, he'd forbid her to hang out with guys such as himself, however Austyn had only really begun lashing out on him when she noticed something he'd been denying all along, he was undeniably and inevitably, head over heels in love with Haylee, but he'd never admit that out loud, and least of all to her.
With his hands still shoved into the depths of his pocket, Chandler slowly and grudgingly walked up to the door, remembering that she'd mentioned she would be taking a warm bubble bath, and so instead of bothering her, and forcing her to move, he let himself in, a task he'd done many times before.
"HAYLS?!"
He hollered throughout the home, praying Austyn wasn't home, and that the only sound he'd hear was the sweet, angelic sound of a girl's voice with whom his friendship had been strained with as of late, however, regardless of the strain, she was still his best friend.
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Tagged: Hayls - Jess
Threads: Click here.
Word Count: Six hundred eighty.
Lyrics: Heat of the Moment by Asia
Sink or Swim by Tyrone Wells
Notes: I have no muse. Yep. XD
Credit: Boo.
Threads: Click here.
Word Count: Six hundred eighty.
Lyrics: Heat of the Moment by Asia
Sink or Swim by Tyrone Wells
Notes: I have no muse. Yep. XD
Credit: Boo.
Anything Else: Cupcakes talk. I swear. It's true. Oh, and, coffe is the best invention on earth.
