@HushedWhispers

Raylan Augustus Ulysses [+]

Raylan Augustus Rosencrantz

_{"Pain or damage don't end the world... Or dispare... Or fucking beatins. The world ends when your dead, till then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man and give some back. "}
-Al Swearengen

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Name;

Raylan Augustus Ulysses

Nickname;

Ray, he doesn't mind. Anything to do with his middle or last name wouldn't be advised.

Birth Date;

06/27

Age;

22.

Zodiac Sign;

Cancer

Gender;

Male.

Sexuality;

Hetero

Rich or Poor;

Poor

Trust Fund or Scholarship;

Scholarship

Major;

Physiology

Minor;

Nutritional Science

Occupation;

Raylan works at one of the best MMA facilities in LA and he pulls security work from time to time.

Social Status;

Lower Middle Class

Spending Habits;

He doesn't spend if he doesn't need to.

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In Depth Appearance;

Standing at 5'11 Raylan has a physically imposing stance. At 185 pounds he is always close to his fighting weight and keeps himself in incredible shape. His broad shoulders help to hide his mass, seemingly smaller than he is. His dark brown hair is always cut short but never seems to be combed or kept up.

His face has a few scars from elbows crashing into him. He keeps just a hint of facial hair to make them harder to see. His noise has been broken more than a time or two but it hardly noticeable. Even when he smiles his eyes never seems to lose the crestfallen look at seems to be etched on his face.

Raylan has two tattoos on his left arm. His upper arm and
his lower arm. Both of them have deep meaning behind then but he's yet to share that information yet. They also cover up the scars from road rash.

Clothing Style;

Raylan wears as causal of clothing as possible. Jeans, boots, and a t shirt. His shirts without always seem to have something to do with fighting. He has an old University of Tennessee hat that has seen much better days. Its old, dirty and little ragged but he loves it dearly. If its not on his head or in his back pocket, something is very wrong.

As much as he hates the notion of having to dress up, he cleans up surprising well. He has maybe two or three nice button shirts and two nice jackets. One Jacket being leather and the other a dinner jacket that was gifted to him. There was a rumor going around that he might have a pair of dress pants but its yet to be seen.

Since his motorcycle is his only method of transportation Raylan almost always has one of two jackets, knee pads, backpack, and gloves.

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Likes;

Alcohol
Fighting
Working out
Eating
Teaching
Sex
Training.
Shooting.
Riding his motorcycle.

Dislikes;

Large groups of people
People who talk a lot
Sobriety
Bullies
Authorities
Social media
People who need to be the center of attention all the time.
People feel the need to remind him he has an accent.
Being told to do anything rather than being asked.
Feeling confined.

Habits;

If he likes you, he has his own nickname for you.
If he doesn't like you, he says as little as possible.
He's been known to be a social smoker.

Hobbies;

Mix Martial Arts.
Working on his motorcycle.
Cooking

Fears;

Being weak
Being confined.
Not having any sort of control over his own life.

Personality Traits;

Obsessive|Committed|Honest|compassionate.

Personality;

Raylan has a pretty obsessive personality. People are not often the subject of his obsessions but when something it's an itch he has to scratch. Fighting, Martial Arts and self defense has been the only constant thing he wants to keep learning about. When something catches his attention, he has to learn everything about it till he loses interest in it. A good example his obsession was a summer he read the complete works of Shakespeare.

While Raylan is always willing to help people out, he has his limits. He will listen, console and give you a shoulder to cry on. He knows right from wrong and wants to do the right thing. He'll do it all while wearing a face that says I wanna be anywhere but here. Just because he willing too doesn't mean he wants to do it. Once he has reached his limit, Raylan will want nothing to do with the situation.

Intelligence is all relative. In Raylan's case he is only as smart as he wants to be in any give subject. He's plenty smart enough to figure out anything he wants to. The question is, does he really want too? If he has to figure out it, he'll do it no time. If he has no interest in it, pulling teeth would be more fun than dealing with Raylan.

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Place of Origin;

Portland, Tennessee just outside of Nashville.

Background;

Raylan's family died before his fifth birthday. It was his Aunt and Uncle that took him in. Raylan said almost nothing for a full year, he it wasn't until he had gotten to a fight on the playground that anyone saw young Raylan smile again. The next day his uncle put him in a boxing school. He was completely and totally hooked on it.

Over the years Raylan only got better and better in combat sports. He entered every competition he could, fought every time he could. Raylan never lost much but each loss made him what seemed like ten times better. However all the dedication to training made his grades suffer. Raylan had no issue running himself into the ground and trying to get every bit of training as he could.

A deal was struck that he would join the high school wrestling team and maintain no less than 3.0 GPA and he got train and fight as much he could handle. He made sure from them then on he'd keep a 4.0. They won the state title every year he competed. It was that skill that get him into Hollywood University.

Before leaving home, Raylan changed his last name to to his Aunt and Uncle's last name of Ulysses. In Raylan's mind, they were his parents. They were the ones that took him in, and went to all the fights and training sessions. They took him in without a second thought and were always supportive of him. Even with all that, there is still that empty feeling of never knowing his real parents. At least he had the next best thing.

He knew his Aunt and Uncle could never afford the school but he found ways to make it work. Between grants and loans he was determined to put himself through the school. He was lucky he had a skill set like his. People were always willing to pay for security and it was a lot easier on the body than pro-am fights.

Within two weeks of being on campus he learned to say as little as possible, his strong southern accent didn't exactly endear him to many. The only place he did feel at home was at an MMA gym, one the best in city. It didn't take long for Raylan earn the respect of the patrons, with in a year he was offered a job and the back room.

As soon as he could Raylan moved into that small little back room. He knew for a fact it was smaller than some of his classmates closets but it was his and he didn't have any bills. That alone made everything worth it. The gym took more of his earnings than he would have liked but he does better than most people would think.

Raylan has quietly amassed an impressive wrestling record. Two undefeated season and two individual NCAA wrestling titles, a finalist for the Hodges Trophy in all but his first season. He even managed to get the team to finals last season.

Extra;

Tim Roth
His motorcycle

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Still do the text color and face claim but I want a get approval for this before I do that.

I'm working on a girl right now, but because I see there's some lack in guys, I will make a guy too.

[@Chaotic Fox] you posted in the character tab...

[@Chaotic Fox] you posted in the character tab...

@HushedWhispers

Raylan Augustus Ulysses [+]

Raylan Augustus Rosencrantz

_{"Pain or damage don't end the world... Or dispare... Or fucking beatins. The world ends when your dead, till then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man and give some back. "}
-Al Swearengen

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Name;

Raylan Augustus Ulysses

Nickname;

Ray, he doesn't mind. Anything to do with his middle or last name wouldn't be advised.

Birth Date;

06/27

Age;

22.

Zodiac Sign;

Cancer

Gender;

Male.

Sexuality;

Hetero

Rich or Poor;

Poor

Trust Fund or Scholarship;

Scholarship

Major;

Physiology

Minor;

Nutritional Science

Occupation;

Raylan works at one of the best MMA facilities in LA and he pulls security work from time to time.

Social Status;

Lower Middle Class

Spending Habits;

He doesn't spend if he doesn't need to.

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Face Claim;

Tom Hardy

Dialogue Color;

0054a6.

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In Depth Appearance;

Standing at 5'11 Raylan has a physically imposing stance. At 185 pounds he is always close to his fighting weight and keeps himself in incredible shape. His broad shoulders help to hide his mass, seemingly smaller than he is. His dark brown hair is always cut short but never seems to be combed or kept up.

His face has a few scars from elbows crashing into him. He keeps just a hint of facial hair to make them harder to see. His noise has been broken more than a time or two but it hardly noticeable. Even when he smiles his eyes never seems to lose the crestfallen look at seems to be etched on his face.

Raylan has two tattoos on his left arm. His upper arm and
his lower arm. Both of them have deep meaning behind then but he's yet to share that information yet. They also cover up the scars from road rash.

Clothing Style;

Raylan wears as causal of clothing as possible. Jeans, boots, and a t shirt. His shirts without always seem to have something to do with fighting. He has an old University of Tennessee hat that has seen much better days. Its old, dirty and little ragged but he loves it dearly. If its not on his head or in his back pocket, something is very wrong.

As much as he hates the notion of having to dress up, he cleans up surprising well. He has maybe two or three nice button shirts and two nice jackets. One Jacket being leather and the other a dinner jacket that was gifted to him. There was a rumor going around that he might have a pair of dress pants but its yet to be seen.

Since his motorcycle is his only method of transportation Raylan almost always has one of two jackets, knee pads, backpack, and gloves.He also tends to switch between one of two helmets.

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Likes;

Alcohol
Fighting
Working out
Eating
Teaching
Sex
Training.
Shooting.
Riding his motorcycle.

Dislikes;

Large groups of people
People who talk a lot
Sobriety
Bullies
Authorities
Social media
People who need to be the center of attention all the time.
People feel the need to remind him he has an accent.
Being told to do anything rather than being asked.
Feeling confined.

Habits;

If he likes you, he has his own nickname for you.
If he doesn't like you, he says as little as possible.
He's been known to be a social smoker.

Hobbies;

Mix Martial Arts.
Working on his motorcycle.
Cooking

Fears;

Being weak
Being confined.
Not having any sort of control over his own life.

Personality Traits;

Obsessive|Committed|Honest|compassionate.

Personality;

Raylan has a pretty obsessive personality. People are not often the subject of his obsessions but when something it's an itch he has to scratch. Fighting, Martial Arts and self defense has been the only constant thing he wants to keep learning about. When something catches his attention, he has to learn everything about it till he loses interest in it. A good example his obsession was a summer he read the complete works of Shakespeare.

While Raylan is always willing to help people out, he has his limits. He will listen, console and give you a shoulder to cry on. He knows right from wrong and wants to do the right thing. He'll do it all while wearing a face that says I wanna be anywhere but here. Just because he willing too doesn't mean he wants to do it. Once he has reached his limit, Raylan will want nothing to do with the situation.

Intelligence is all relative. In Raylan's case he is only as smart as he wants to be in any give subject. He's plenty smart enough to figure out anything he wants to. The question is, does he really want too? If he has to figure out it, he'll do it no time. If he has no interest in it, pulling teeth would be more fun than dealing with Raylan.

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Place of Origin;

Portland, Tennessee just outside of Nashville.

Background;

Raylan's family died before his fifth birthday. It was his Aunt and Uncle that took him in. Raylan said almost nothing for a full year, he it wasn't until he had gotten to a fight on the playground that anyone saw young Raylan smile again. The next day his uncle put him in a boxing school. He was completely and totally hooked on it.

Over the years Raylan only got better and better in combat sports. He entered every competition he could, fought every time he could. Raylan never lost much but each loss made him what seemed like ten times better. However all the dedication to training made his grades suffer. Raylan had no issue running himself into the ground and trying to get every bit of training as he could.

A deal was struck that he would join the high school wrestling team and maintain no less than 3.0 GPA and he got train and fight as much he could handle. He made sure from them then on he'd keep a 4.0. They won the state title every year he competed. It was that skill that get him into Hollywood University.

Before leaving home, Raylan changed his last name to to his Aunt and Uncle's last name of Ulysses. In Raylan's mind, they were his parents. They were the ones that took him in, and went to all the fights and training sessions. They took him in without a second thought and were always supportive of him. Even with all that, there is still that empty feeling of never knowing his real parents. At least he had the next best thing.

He knew his Aunt and Uncle could never afford the school but he found ways to make it work. Between grants and loans he was determined to put himself through the school. He was lucky he had a skill set like his. People were always willing to pay for security and it was a lot easier on the body than pro-am fights.

Within two weeks of being on campus he learned to say as little as possible, his strong southern accent didn't exactly endear him to many. The only place he did feel at home was at an MMA gym, one the best in city. It didn't take long for Raylan earn the respect of the patrons, with in a year he was offered a job and the back room.

As soon as he could Raylan moved into that small little back room. He knew for a fact it was smaller than some of his classmates closets but it was his and he didn't have any bills. That alone made everything worth it. The gym took more of his earnings than he would have liked but he does better than most people would think.

Raylan has quietly amassed an impressive wrestling record. Two undefeated season and two individual NCAA wrestling titles, a finalist for the Hodges Trophy in all but his first season. He even managed to get the team to finals last season.

Extra;

Tim Roth
His motorcycle

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@HushedWhispers here is my girl. My boy shouldn't take too long since I am just rewriting an old character.

Freddie Woolley [+]

"The only people who ever called me a rebel were people who wanted me to do what they wanted."

- N I C K N O L T E

Name;

Winifred May Woolley.

_{↳ Winifred is the name of her grandmother; means peaceful. Winifred's feelings towards her archaic name are anything but peaceful.}

Nickname;

Freddie.

_{↳ Winifred prefers everyone to call her Freddie and detests any other possible nicknames. She particularly hates Winnie.}

Birth Date;

26 February 1999.

_{↳ Fittingly, Freddie was born on National Pistachio Day.}

Age;

Eighteen.

_{↳ Freddie detests the number 18 - it is her unluckiest number - and expects misfortune to happen this coming year.}

Zodiac Sign;

Pisces.

_{↳ Element: Water. Day: Thursday. Ruler: Neptune, Jupiter.}

Gender;

Female.

_{↳ Her parents thought she was going to be a boy when she was born. Surprise.}

Sexuality;

Pansexual-demiromantic.

_{↳ When it comes to sexual attraction, Freddie can find that in any gender. However, when it comes to romantic attraction, Freddie doesn't find herself romantically caring for someone often. She does date often, but those she dates tend to dump her after realizing she has no romantic love for them.}

Rich or Poor;

Rich.

_{↳ Born rich, die rich.}

Trust Fund or Scholarship;

Trust fund.

_{↳ Her father is currently threatening to revoke her trust fund if she does not get her act together and change her major to business.}

Major;

Environmental engineering.

_{↳ Environmental engineering is the branch of engineering concerned with the application of scientific and engineering principles for protection of human populations from the effects of adverse environmental factors; protection of environments, both local and global, from potentially deleterious effects of natural and human activities; and improvement of environmental quality.}

Minor;

Environmental studies.

_{↳ Environmental studies is a multidisciplinary academic field which systematically studies human interaction with the environment in the interests of solving complex problems.}

Occupation;

Holds some shares at Woolley Enterprises, her father's company.

_{↳ Her father bought her shares for her in order to give her a hands on approach on learning business.}

Social Status;

Belongs to the 1%.

_{↳ Because her father owns such a widely used company, Freddie has been in the upper-upper class for her entire life.}

Spending Habits;

Avid spender.

_{↳ Freddie never had to worry about budgeting and because she never learned good money management skills, she tends to throw her money around.}

Face Claim;

Sophie Turner.

_{↳ Light of my life.}

Dialogue Color;

#A5818D.

In Depth Appearance;

Freddie was not born with the looks of a wild child. In all actuality, she would seem like the perfect blue blood daughter if her dad dressed her. Her clear skin is a perfect tan brought by the California sun and it accentuates her sharp, angled features. Her body is willowy and lithe at the height of 5'7", with subtle curves and mile long legs. Freddie was taught from the day she was born to have a perfect posture; even when she is relaxed, her back is straight. Long fiery hair ends below her breasts, easily tame-able and not too thick or thin. When it comes to her facial features, her cheekbones are high and her chin sharp. She has a sloping, soft nose and delicate lips as well as icy blue eyes and arched eyebrows. Winifred Woolley looks like a noble from the Medieval times with her all such defining parts placed together.

She would, indeed, look like the heiress to a multi-billionaire company if it wasn’t for how she dressed and maintained herself. Freddie’s red hair is a mess of tangles and snarls, casually thrown over the shoulder and only brushed every two or three days. Beneath her clothes, Freddie is decorated in tattoos. Freddie’s very first tattoo is a small sunflower on the heel of her foot – her mother’s favorite flower – and she got it when she first turned twelve to remember her mother. The majority of her left arm is covered by a watercolor compass tattoo, etched when she was twelve years old as her first official sign of rebellion to her parents. Her largest tattoo covers her entire back, stretching from the base of her spine to the top of it. It is a tree that looks like it has grown from her spine and it branches off to the side of her back. Swooping over her back, crossing from the barren side of her back to the slope of the other shoulder, is a line of black flying crows. Along the right side of her body, edging along the only place left untouched on her back, are two fish. One fish is red and the other black as they swim downwards; it was gotten on her sixteenth birthday, a symbol for being a pisces. On the side of her right thigh and extended to her knee, Freddie has a tattoo of a branch of flowers – she got this tattoo at the age of fourteen, when she came back from boarding school. One of her smaller tattoos, Freddie has a couple of crows flying up the side of her right hand. The last tattoo she got, which was actually legal, was a bejeweled fox on her left thigh. Most of her tattoos were done illegally since she was underaged – but money can make anyone do anything. Not only does she tattoo her body as a form of self-expression, and largely to piss over father dearest, Freddie has a few piercings. Each ear has around four piercings in a row, though her left one has a tragus piercing and her right ear has a helix piercing. Her belly button is also pierced and she has a scar on her hips from when she had hip piercings at the age of sixteen but has since grown out.

Clothing Style;

Like any self-respecting millennial hippie, Freddie decks herself in some nice jeans and a loose band t-shirt paired with some good aviator glasses. She likes to look like she doesn’t give a shit about her appearance – even though she spends an hour a day fussing on it. Freddie tends to wear skinny jeans or shorts, both in simple colors: blue, black, gray. They tend to be frayed, creased, or with holes somewhere along them – all of it intentionally done by the designers. With her jeans, Freddie wears t-shirts – she likes to wear muscle tanks, v-necks, regular t-shirts with the sleeves pushed up, or some sort of flannel. Her tops are usually band merchandise, which she finds herself online – even for bands she doesn’t even listen to – or some other designer brand that could easily be found for less money (but brand is everything). Freddie has a collection of aviator shades in different colors and different name brands as well as John Lennon-styled teashade glasses. For jewelry, each finger has at least one to three rings on it and her wrists are usually covered in hairbands she doesn’t use, charity bracelets, expensive but not bawdy beads, or a multitude of Lokai bracelets. Her piercings are usually all filled with simple studs and the only hoop is her helix piercing. Around her neck, Freddie wears simple small chained necklaces with a single ornament usually comprised of diamonds.

Despite her appearance seeming rebellious and everyday millennial, Freddie only wears the most expensive items in the market to achieve her I-don’t-give-a-fuck style. Even her perfume, which smells of lavender and eucalyptus, is sold in the hundreds.

Likes;

⇝ Pistachios.
⇝ Eco-friendly products.
⇝ Exotic flowers and plants.
⇝ Herbal tea.
⇝ Rock music.

Dislikes;

⇝ Cold weather.
⇝ Littering.
⇝ Environmentally irresponsible corporations and people.
⇝ Crowds.
⇝ Soda.
⇝ Numbers: 18, 13, 4.

Habits;

⇝ Squinting her eyes when concentrating.
⇝ Rubbing her neck unconsciously.
⇝ Fiddle with coins or other small items, rolling it around her hand.
⇝ Overly superstitious.

Hobbies;

⇝ Hydroponic gardening.
⇝ Yo-yoing.
⇝ Whale watching, bird watching.
⇝ Fossil collecting, video game collecting.
⇝ Playing video games.

Fears;

⇝ Suffocating.
⇝ Doomsdays.
⇝ Bad luck.
⇝ Chihuahuas.

Personality Traits;

⇝ Abrasive, altruistic, charming, compassionate, friendly, impatient, messy, sarcastic, witty.
⇝ Adventurous, competitive, daredevil, independent, spontaneous.
⇝ Ambitious, argumentative, dedicated, outspoken, passionate, pretentious, stubborn, subjective.
⇝ Cynical, fatalistic, hedonistic, hot-headed, rebellious, resentful, skeptical.

Personality;

Freddie is a nice enough girl if you get on her good side. She’s rather friendly and charming – she has this easy way about her where no matter what she says, it is hard to take it as any more of a joke. Well, for some people that is, others tend to see her affable nature overshadowed by her abrasive personality. Freddie isn’t the type to keep her thoughts to herself – she says what she thinks on the spot and has no mind to mouth filter. It does not help that most of what she says is sarcastic or witty at the expense of others. She bonds with others by endlessly teasing them, and some people just don’t tolerate it. Along with her crude bluntness, Freddie is messy and impatient and most could refer to her as a “hot mess.” Her surroundings tend to be filthy and she doesn’t have much tolerance for others’ mistakes. But if one got to know her enough, they would see the compassionate and altruistic person she is. Freddie doesn’t really hide how much she cares for others and her selected causes, or the way her bleeding heart pushes her to do what she thinks is right. But because of her seeming callousness, people tend to ignore that part of her.

Along the lines of how she acts, Freddie is the kind who goes head first, unplanned. She is a spontaneous woman who acts first and thinks later. Like Evel Knievel, she’s a daredevil that runs on adrenaline for the sake of the high – no matter what the consequences are. If someone were to come up to her and tell her to break into a pool to swim, Freddie would have no qualms about it. Hell, she’s probably the person who suggested it. She’s an adventurous girl like that. It doesn’t end there, but Freddie is one hell of a competitive woman. She doesn’t like it when others outdo her and she tends to rush into things in order to get ahead of another person – even if the other doesn’t know they are competing against her. Maybe it’s because of such a spontaneous lifestyle that she is so independent; it is hard to be spontaneous when you are leaning someone else to direct you. Freddie is a leader, not a follower.

The most important things to Freddie are the causes she supports. Freddie is a huge advocate for eco-friendly products and attends protests on the daily. She hates pollution and stands against a multitude of things – she’s a feminist, a liberal, a humanist. Freddie is incredibly passionate about her thoughts and opinions; when she thinks a certain way about something, Freddie is prompted to take action. She is ambitious in having her goals becoming realized, especially when it comes to her protesting. But because of her passionate nature, Freddie tends to be outspoken and argumentative. She is stubborn and refuses to see another viewpoint than the one she supports. If someone does not share her opinion, she could fight with them all day even if it doesn’t sway them in the least to believe in her beliefs. Her dedication can be her downfall to her social life; she can be pretentious at times and lecture her friends about doing things she dislikes and on multiple occasions she has cancelled outings to join a charity event or protest.

Freddie’s constant activism is not the only turn off of her personality – though some could argue her activism is a positive trait. She’s a bitter girl, who is a bottle filled with resentment. Freddie dislikes being scorned and, when she is, she remembers it forever. Rarely does she find people worthy enough for a second chance and maybe that is why she is so cynical. Her cynical and skeptical personality causes her to look down on people most often, or to be cavalier about other people. Raised by a father she hates after she was twelve, Freddie finds it hard to find simple joys in her life – especially when others are put off by her personality. Instead, she fills her time with a hedonistic attitude. Her excuses change every time she is caught doing something particularly rebellious – “you’re only young once”, “die when you’re pretty”, “live life to the fullest”, “fuck the police” – and no amount of punishment thus far has stopped her from indulging herself in inappropriate behavior. Not to mention her fatalistic humor can sometimes be hard to swallow. With all of this pent up in her body, Freddie finds herself with a short fuse. She’s impatient and doesn’t have time to deal with dickwads and her temper flares quicker than most. When she first gets angry, Freddie likes to be destructive and destroy things – but afterwards, it turns into a simmering, cold bitterness that never goes away. Because of all this negative emotion inside of her, Freddie tries to fill the void with volunteering and humanitarianism.

Place of Origin;

Las Vegas, Nevada.

_{↳ Because her father is invested in many hotels and projects in Las Vegas, the city has been the main headquarters for his company. Due to that,
Freddie was born and raised here until her father decided to send her to California for college.}

Background;

The legacy of the Woolley family is Woolley Enterprises – a wealthy company that mostly builds hotels and involves itself in real estate. By the time Jeffrey Woolley inherited the business, he was already married to his sweet wife, Susan Woolley (nee Rand) and expecting child. The couple were excited for their firstborn and Jeffrey promised himself that he would build an empire out of the company to leave to his baby girl.

However, Jeffrey was groomed to become a businessman – not a father. Balancing fatherhood with work was difficult, so he focused on the easiest of the two. Winifred, his beautiful firstborn, grew up listening to her parents fighting over Jeffrey’s workaholism. Freddie knew more swear words than colors when she started talking – much to Susan’s ire. Susan was a wonderful mother, though. She was a kind woman who loved motherhood – she would have Freddie bake cookies and run around in the mud with her. They were two peas in a pod and could never be separated. Most others called her Winnie, a name Freddie detested, and her mother was the first to begin calling her Freddie. She much preferred that.

In the beginning, Freddie didn’t understand why her father was so distant. She would badger him constantly as a toddler, running into his office with a crayon-colored picture in hand. Eventually, Jeffrey locked the door – along the way of building Freddie’s empire, he lost himself in work. After that, Freddie just accepted his indifference towards her. Of course, there was a small spark of resentment, but with her mother telling her fairytales at night and keeping her occupied during the day, Freddie didn’t have time for that anger to fester.

The Woolley family collapsed when Freddie’s mother killed herself. Freddie was twelve and she didn’t quite understand why her mother would commit suicide. To her, Susan looked happy – the happiest. Freddie loved her mother and couldn’t bring herself to be angry at her for leaving, so she turned her pent-up anger on her father. Of course, he didn’t notice since he was so busy with his work. He didn’t even notice when she had gotten the tattoo on her ankle.

The first time Jeffrey noticed Freddie, truly noticed her for years without a noncommittal hum or spare glance, it was in the middle of a teacher-parent conference. It was half a year after her mother’s death and Freddie’s teacher called in her father to talk about her behavioral problems. Freddie had been starting fights, acting out in class, being a distraction. The teacher evenly helpfully pointed out the tattoo on Freddie’s ankle. Her father was so furious, he lectured her for a full hour and made an appointment to get the tattoo removed – his rage was the only attention Freddie ever received from him. Maybe she wanted him to pay attention to her more, or punish him for her mother, but either way, that same night she snuck out and got a large tattoo plain for everyone to see. Every appointment her father made to remove them was snubbed by Freddie and she’d disappear until it was too late to take her. Eventually, he stopped trying.

At thirteen, Freddie’s behavioral problems were getting out of hand and Jeffrey sent her to boarding school which only served to piss her off more. By the time she was fourteen, she had been kicked out of two boarding schools. After the second time, Jeffrey attempted a different approach. He did what his father did to him – he forced Freddie to come with him to work, do hard work, watch and learn how he handled business. Jeffrey was preening Freddie to take over Woolley Enterprises when the time came. She was moody and surly, but her behavior became reigned in and there were only slight incidents at school.

The turning point in Freddie’s rebellion was when she was sixteen and her father set her aside. He lectured her on responsibility and told her that she needed to do well in her classes so she could learn business at a good school to finally take over the empire he made for her. When Freddie realized that his neglect was because he was misguidedly doing this for her – that he ignored his wife and her mother for a company – Freddie’s resentment burned more than it ever did before.

After that, Freddie joined an environmental movement that was in exact opposition of her father. She was at rallies at the base of their headquarters, signed petitions, leaked information to the protesters. Her act of rebellion soon became passion as well. While at first it was a façade to piss daddy dearest off, Freddie began to believe in the movement and many others. She became an activist and when it came time to go to college (Hollywood University as her father arranged), Freddie sniffed her nose at a business major and decided she wanted to do something for the environment instead. It was the ultimate blow to her father who wasted his marriage and fatherhood to build something up for her and for her to throw it away.

Extra;

Does Shrek count as an actor?

@HushedWhispers My post will most likely be a few days late. That being said, I had close to twelve hours to write it so its a tad lengthy.

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Bodhi Fisher [+]

Bodhi Fisher

_{"The biggest sin in the world would be if I lost my love for the ocean."
“We are all equal before a wave.”"}
-Laird Hamilton

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Name;

Bodhi Blue Fisher

Nickname;

Though most people just call him Bodhi some shorten his name to Bo, a few of his fellow surfers call him Fish, and Little Fish to the older surfers.

Birth Date;

November 13th

Age;

20

Zodiac Sign;

Scorpio

Gender;

Male

Sexuality;

Hetero

Rich or Poor;

Poor

Trust Fund or Scholarship;

Scholarship

Major;

Marine Biology

Minor;

Ecology

Occupation;

Officially he makes money giving surf lessons, unofficially he’s a small time drug dealer

Social Status;

Low Class

Spending Habits;

Ranges from cheap to why pay for it when you can steal it (only from big corporations of course), unless it’s something important to him, like surfing then he’ll find a way to pay for the best or at least as close as he can get to the best.

Face Claim;

Jonny Weston

Dialogue Color;

Light Sea Green

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In Depth Appearance;

Bodhi stands at exactly 6 foot, his build is lean and athletic with strong arms and shoulders from years of swimming and surfing. He’s got the tan you’d expect from a native to southern California, with muddled curly hair that’s been bleached by the sun, and gray blue eyes like the ocean during a storm. He carries himself with confidence, normally wearing an inviting smile or steely look of determination. He prefers to keep some amount of scruff on his face to help him look older, clean shaven he tends to look too young for his fake ID to be convincing. He has a tattoo of a wave on one forearm and a Silver Surfer tattoo on the other.

Clothing Style;

When it comes to clothing he keeps it simple, Bodhi absolutely hates shirts with collars as well as ties, and when he can get away with it, he prefers to go without both shirts and shoes. He spends as much time as possible in either swim trucks or a wetsuit, frequently wearing swim trunks as shorts along with a t-shirt and maybe an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt with it. If he has to dress nicely it’s dark jeans and a t-shirt that’s not old and faded with a pair of newish converse sneakers instead of his usual flip flops or chucks so old they’re held together with duct tape. He has a couple hoodies for the colder nights and a collection of several loud and ridiculous Hawaiian shirts which he finds entertaining.

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Likes;

The Ocean, Nature, Being Outdoors, Marine Life, animals
Surfing, kayaking, and just being in or around water
Bonfires and Parties
Late Nights, Early Morning, Afternoon naps
Seafood, and fish taco’s especially
Art, the weirder the better
An adrenalin rush
Smoking and Drinking
Music; rock, blues, punk, jazz, folk, alternative, anything played on the ukulele
Meeting new people, especially weird and interesting ones
Sour Candy and Cartoons

Dislikes;

Pollution/Littering
Sucky people and entitled rich kids,
People assuming surfers and stoners are unintelligent
Superficiality and consumerism
Being indoors for too long
Electronic music, he feels like it lacks a soul and doesn’t connect to it
Cops and authority figures
Clowns and Mimes
People who kill bugs just because they’re indoors
Violence, he’ll fight if he needs to but he hates it

Habits;

Waste not, Bodhi grew up poor and there were nights when he went hungry so he never wastes food and he’ll definitely finish your plate off for you if you’re not gonna do it. He’s got a lot of old worn out clothes and shoes held together with duct tape, and as long as it can be fixed or it’s still remotely useable he’s gonna keep using it.

Smoker, cigarettes are a major stress reliever for him, although he wants to quit nothing really settles his nerves as quickly and easily as a cigarette does, sure surfing centers him but he can’t always drop everything he’s doing and surf while a smoke break is quick and satisfying. He also likes a smoke when drinking and during a good party.

Hobbies;

Surfing
Hanging out at the beach
Playing guitar and ukulele
Seeing live music
Hiking

Fears;

Drowning, which surprises most people given his intense love for both surfing and the ocean but he’s come close a few times in his life and it’s always terrifying but his love of the ocean has always been stronger than his fear.

Failure and inadequacy, this thought that always lives in the back of his mind that says he’s not good enough, not smart enough to be who he wants to be and really, he should just resign himself to being the burnout beach bum so many people assume he is. That he’s wasting his time with college and he’ll eventually fail out and end up a drunk loser like his old man.

Personality Traits;

Kind, Loyal, Inclusive, Brave, Patient, Genuine, Passionate, Dedicated
Cold, Stubborn, Guarded, Arrogant, Unforgiving, Moody, Reckless, Rash

Personality;

Bodhi will be casual friends with just about anyone but rarely lets people in his inner circle. He’s very careful about who he gets too close to and doesn’t give his trust out freely. To the rare person he is close to he is very loyal, always willing to stand by a friend. He’s honest, occasional to the point where he lacks tact but he hates lying. He doesn’t really do second chances, for Bodhi if someone betrays you once they’ll do it again, people don’t change who they really are so once you see who they really are you don’t forget that. He can be stubborn, once he has his mind on something and it’s rare to get him to change. Sometimes that helps when he’s working towards a goal, and sometimes it’s just being pig-headed. When he really want’s something he works hard until he gets it, doesn’t matter how long it takes if something he really wants, he’ll put the work in.

Bodhi’s always been both an attention seeker and a daredevil, he’ll do anything for a rush or even just to entertain people. He does this to the point of being reckless, and rarely thinks about danger before rushing into something. He can be a hard person to get to know and he is very uncomfortable with emotional displays. He can come off as cold and he tries pretty hard to seem unfazed by things. He can be moody and definitely has a temper but when he gets angry or upset he retreats from people, he needs to be control because his father was the kind of man who was never in control of his emotions and that’s not the kind of man he wants to be. He has a strong sense of right and wrong and judges people pretty harshly if they don’t live up to his expectations.

Bodhi has a weird sense of humor that ranges from dark and sarcastic to enjoying the stupidest puns. He tries to stay positive, wears wacky Hawaiian shirts because he thinks they’re funny and likes to make people smile. He’s quick to burn bridges and cut people, who have crossed or let him down, from his life. He doesn’t like to deal with heavy emotions, and when he can’t deal with something he’ll ignore it and focus on something else.

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Place of Origin;

California, mostly around LA.

Background;

Bodhi Fisher was born the only child of Holly Fisher, a second generation hippie, and Hank Miller, a drunk. His mother was an eternal free spirit who spent her teens and late twenties traveling around America selling handmade jewelry and sculptures. Her travels eventually brought her to a bar in Fresno where she met Hank, and nine months later the already troubled couple welcomed a son into the world. Hank constantly fluctuated between being a drunk and a recovering alcoholic, between low paying jobs and unemployment, and was constantly in and out of jail. Being around his father was always difficult due to his volatile temper and so both young Bodhi and his spent as much time as they could away from the house whenever his dad was around. His earliest memories are of his mother teaching him to surf and instilling a love of the ocean in him. He loved watching her favorite movies with her; Point Break, the movie where his mom got his name, Jaws and Free Willy, the latter two which first sparked his interest in marine life.

Neither of his parents were professionally successful, his mother tried to bring in money working at a burger joint and selling art and jewelry when she could, while his father barely managed to hold a job. They lived in rough neighborhoods, trailer parks, and were occasionally homeless. There were times when they had no electricity and no food, and there were times when things were pretty okay. When his father was in jail or during the occasional times, when he quit drinking, things were better, but mostly when Hank was around it was screaming, violence, and police sirens. When he was twelve his father was arrested for an armed robbery and neither Bodhi nor his mother have seen Hank again. He never missed his dad, life was better without him around.

Bodhi had plenty of father figures in his life through the older surfers that hung around the beaches he and his mother frequented. One of them had given him his first board as a gift when he was six and he took to it right away. When his mother was busy or had to work, there was always someone hanging around the beach to watch him and give him pointers. He learned patience waiting for his waves, he learned that hard work and determination can get you what you want, and he learned respect for the ocean. He had a difficult time in school, he hated sitting still for long periods of time and was quickly labeled a problem child. He did very well with subjects he liked, such as science, but couldn’t be bothered with subjects he lacked interest in. He excelled on his school's swim team and eventually in high school he decided he wanted to be a marine biologist.

By his sophomore year he changed from being barely a C student to an A student and from having a constant seat in detention to keeping out of trouble. He knew his after school job at a surf shop wasn’t going to put him through college and that a scholarship was his best option. So, he worked hard, he put all his efforts into his grades, volunteer work whenever he had the time, participated in school clubs and eventually it all paid off he earned a scholarship to Hollywood University. Of course, while it covers tuition, barely, he still needed money to live so officially he gives surf lessons and unofficially he pads his income with some light drug dealing, mostly pot and party drugs, Bodhi doesn’t mess around with the hard stuff and never large amounts.

Extra;

That dog from Air Bud

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