Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2013 17:45:31 GMT -8
WILLIAMGEOFFREYALCOTT
<<Played by Shae>>
Shide a light through an open door
Full Name>> William Geoffrey Alcott
Nicknames>> Bill, Geoff, Will, Willie, Billy
Age>> 14; July 15, 1999
Staff or Student>> Student
House>> White Ribbon House
Gender>> Male
Sexuality>> Straight
Face Claim>> Vincent Tomas
Turn away 'cause I need you more
Personality>> William is a bit of a daredevil. He hates being called ‘scared’ and will often do things that he really is scared of doing just because someone said he was too scared to do it. Of course, usually after he does things that people say he’s too scared to do, he finds that he enjoys doing those things. William doesn’t like to admit when he’s outclassed, and that’s what drives and motivates him to become better and try harder. He’s pretty confidant in himself in general, but even when he’s not feeling so confidant, he doesn’t let others see his insecurities.
William is what his step-father calls a ‘thrill seeker’. He loves living in the moment and is an adrenalin junkie. He loves amusement parks, especially amusement parks with lots of roller coasters or thrill-rides. He also enjoys partying and hanging out with his friends. William enjoys being around people and, if he’s around the right sort of people, he likes to cut up and act like a fool… as long as they’re doing it with him. He’ll laugh at himself just as easily as he’ll laugh with other people.
He’s an internet junkie, too. Will loves his internet and has a habit of checking his facebook and other websites, as well as just browsing and surfing the internet, quite regularly on his cell-phone. If William has no internet and/or cell-phone service, then he’s not a happy camper... Another of his loves is NASCAR. He’s a huge NASCAR fan (Brad Keselowski, all the way). He’s a skateboarder, but isn’t obsessed with boarding like some teens are, and after an incident with a stapler and his fingers, he doesn’t like to use staplers anymore. As far as being outdoors goes, he enjoys running track and swimming.
Though he loves his mom and step-dad and genuinely wants to please them and make them proud of him, he finds it hard to live up to his step-brother and step-sister, both of whom are in college, on the deans and presidents lists every semester, and are extremely intelligent and hard-working people. William finds it hard to live up to his siblings (and yes, they are like real siblings even though they are steps) because he has issues with ADD and ADHD. Though, he gets along with his step-siblings extremely well and enjoys hanging out with them when they are home from college.
Likes>> Partying, having fun, taking dares, theme/amusement parts (roller coasters, etc… anything exciting), bungee jumping, having internet access on his cell-phone, large dogs
Dislikes>> Having to wait in long lines, quiet crowds, not having any bars on his cell-phone, not having internet access, staplers
Fears>> While he’s not scared of horses in general, he is scared of losing control of his mount when riding (a fear that is pretty common among beginner riders, which is what he is). William also fears letting down and disappointing his mother, who has such high hopes and dreams for him.
Hopes>> William hopes he can make his mother and stepfather proud and he also hopes that he manages to save up two-thousand dollars by the time he’s sixteen, as his stepfather promised him that if he saved at least that amount of money, he’d help William to buy the car he wants when he turns sixteen (a sleek Mustang of a deep green color).
Secrets>> Horses intimidate him a little. He also once told his mom and stepdad that he’d taken a spill while skateboarding and busted his nose when he really got into a fistfight with another teenager. Also, the last party he went to, he got wasted drunk (and he hopes his parents never find that out, else he’d be grounded until he turns eighteen).
It’s the way I’m feeling I just can’t deny
Appearance>> William is his own person. He weighs a little over one-hundred and fifty pounds and stands at five-feet and nine inches tall (at fourteen, he’s still growing, obviously) and should top out around six-feet and two inches. He inherited his mothers slightly heart-shaped facial structure but his father’s more defined jaw-line, giving him a very distinct, almost Germanic look (which makes sense seeing as how his father’s side of the family hails from Germany). That, combined with his naturally dark brown hair and year-round darker complexion (that he also inherited from his mothers side of the family, which is of Italian descent) makes him out to be quite unforgettable. After all, how many people can boast a ‘tanned’ look throughout all winter long without ever hitting a tanning booth? Not many, I can assure you. (well, not many Caucasian’s, at least…)…
Though his eyes are undoubtedly hazel in color, under certain lights the color can and does take on a greenish hue. Also, for a guy, especially a teenaged guy who enjoys being in the center of things and excitement, William keeps his fingernails quite short and trimmed regularly… of course, his reasoning behind doing so is that jagged nails tend to catch on everything (which they do).
William’s clothing style is, frankly, stylish. His family may not be rich by any means, but they do live well, as both his parents (mom and stepdad) work good jobs. He likes to look good, but his biggest concern over clothing is whether or not it fits and feels good. His closet is often in disarray and it’s not uncommon to see him wearing something designer with something he bought on sale at the local Wal-Mart. As far as accessories go, William never goes anywhere without a choker made of black cord and silver beads around his neck, a fitted black bracelet around his wrist, and his cell-phone hooked to his belt.
Markings >>He has his left earlobe pierced three times and his right earlobe is pierced twice.
But I’ve gotta let it go
Medical History>> William had his tonsils removed when he was seven years old and he’s been unlucky enough to have caught the flu once a year for the past four years. Three years ago he was stapling a bunch of papers together and talking to some friends at the same time and stapled his fingers instead of the papers… he still refuses to admit that he wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing and doesn’t like to use staplers anymore. When he was eleven years old he was kicked in the jaw by a very unruly three year old colt his mother had taken in for training.
Criminal History>> William has been brought home in the back of a squad car a few times. He’s not a bad kid, he just likes to party and some parties he’s been to have gotten pretty rowdy… disruptive enough to warrant the neighbors calling the cops to come and ‘gatecrash’, at least.
Full History>> Hi there. The name’s William Alcott. Yeah, sounds stuffy, I know… but trust me, I’m not at all how my name implies.
I was born via cesarean on a nice, sunny July day some fourteen, almost fifteen years ago. My mum (Gwen) says I was born with a healthy set of lungs. I guess that means I was a pretty loud baby… she’s never really elaborated on that. I dunno what my dad would have thought. He was killed in a horseback-riding accident three months before my birth. Did I mention that my mom and dad were both horse trainers? Yeah, apparently they both grew up in the same small-town (Rome, Georgia) and were high-school sweethearts, yadda, yadda… got married, conceived me on their wedding night., well, you guys probably know how it goes.
Anyway, I was born in July. Nice, sunny, warm July. By that time, though, my mom had moved away from Georgia. Something about she couldn’t stand to live in the city where my dad had been killed. So, I was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois. My mom worked as a trainer for a boarding barn, and we lived on-site, so it was pretty good. Of course, now you’re probably thinking ‘oh, he’s been around horses his entire life and was probably riding before he could walk’… well, you’re wrong. Dead wrong. The closest I’ve ever gotten to a horse, besides when mom used to put me on the back of the old school pony when I was a toddler and lead me around, has been pony-rides at local carnivals… but that was years ago. I mean, I’ll lead them around and brush them, but riding… well, I’ll be honest, horses intimidate me a little and I’d rather stay on the ground… but I’m willing to learn. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here at Blue Ridge. Well, actually I’m here because mom thought it would be a good idea, as it’s supposedly a top notch academic school… in her eyes, it also being a ‘horsey school’ is the icing on the cake.
But I digress… back to my toddler years. I was a horrible child. The terrible two’s hit me hard and heavy and didn’t leave me until I was well past five years old. I was into everything… Mom couldn’t keep up with me. I remember when I unlatched the gate to the mare pasture and let all of them out… it took mom and the barn manager forever to get them back up… good memories, there… I was in so much trouble, though. It hurt to sit down for a week, I kid you not… just joking, mom yelled for a bit, but I didn’t get into too much trouble.
When I was five, I was diagnosed with ADD and ADHD. They couldn’t start me on medication for it until I was older, though… mom also met my step-dad when I was five, and I started kindergarten. Wow, when you put it on paper, it seems so overwhelming…
We’ll hit my step-dad first. His name is Charles Shackler. He’s an interesting guy. Honestly, he doesn’t look much like a horseback-rider, but he is. He’s not that tall, about five feet and ten inches or so (I’m going to be taller than him), and is kind of round in the belly (he’s always claiming that he has a hay-belly instead of a beer-gut, though he doesn’t drink at all). He wears wire-frames glasses and works as a keyboarding teacher at the high school. Mom met him when he started boarding his and his kids horses at the barn she trained at. Oh yeah, he has two kids. They’re my step-siblings. They’re both older than I am, but we get along really well. Their names are Samuel (Sam) and Bethany (Beth) Shackler. Sam is the oldest. He’s twenty-five now and is in his fourth year of med-school. Beth just turned twenty-one and just recently transferred to Auburn University in Alabama. She’s still not really sure just what she wants to do, but she’s leaning towards social work or psychology.
Charles and mom got married when I was six. I had already decided by that time, too, that I didn’t like school, but I tried my best. I was the ring-bearer in their wedding. I remember that they got married at the barn. Mom wanted a barn-wedding and Charles couldn’t say no. I remember it was a pretty big affair. Mom had lots of friends around the barn and everyone came to see the wedding. Mom and Charles have pictures of my step-brother and step-sister having a blast dancing with people. They also have pictures of me taking an impromptu swim in the water-trough after getting into a fight with another boy and being pushed… I really need to burn that picture.
Now you’re probably thinking that I just grew up around the barn… I didn’t. After they got married, Charles moved me and mom away from the log cabin we rented from the barn manager and into his home in the middle of Chicago. I mean, the barn was in Chicago, but Charles lived ‘in’ in Chicago, not five miles outside the city limits.
I loved it.
No, seriously. I loved it. I completely, well, to be honest, I’m more of a city-person than a country-person. Not that I really have anything against the country… but, well… have you seen the girls in the city? I mean, country-girls are cute, but city-girls are just… amazing… I guess I’m just more of a city-person than a country-person. Mom still drug me to the barn every chance she got, but I didn’t mind after finding out that one of the girls in my school rode. She was super cute… but we didn’t really hit it off that well once she realized that I knew next to nothing about horses. She was cute to look at, though.
I had to have my tonsils removed when I was seven. I kept getting strep-throat and tonsillitis. The doctors said I had a weaker immune system than most kids and I’ve had to take vitamins every day, twice a day, ever since.
Anyway, I digress… My step-siblings rode… my mom rode… my step-dad rode. I didn’t. I never really wanted to, honestly. I mean, something about horses just kinda intimidated me. I was happier at carnivals, fairs, and amusement parks… and we went to several a year. My mom and step-dad were really understanding about my non-interest in the ‘family sport’ and were always willing to let me do my own thing. My ‘own thing’, it turned out, was amusement parks… anything with roller coasters or other ‘thrill’ rides. I even gave bungee jumping a go… shocking how fun it is!
I caught the flu for the first time when I was ten. Since then, I’ve had it every year around the middle of the Fall. The flu is one sickness I wish I’d never catch again… having it sucks. Big time.
I quit going to the stable with my family when I was eleven years old. It wasn’t because I got ‘scared’ of horses… well, ok, maybe it was… but if you’d been kicked in the face by a horse at that age, you’d get scared too! ‘Course, it kinda was my fault, seeing as how I’d run up behind the horse… but still! I spent the night in the emergency room and believe you me, it wasn’t fun! I was lucky that nothing was broken when I was kicked, but my jaw swelled up and bruised like I’d broken it! It hurt!
Middle School was a blast for me. Even though I’ve never been the greatest student (I tend to keep low-to-high C’s on average), I enjoyed middle school. I made lots of friends and was pretty popular. I never got into sports like football or baseball, but I liked track and I was on the swim-team. I was pretty good, too…
Partying became my life in middle school. I was invited to a lot of parties thrown by friends, and I went to all of them. There was alcohol at a few, and I was brought home in the back of a squad car a few times. Mom and Charles were furious, and I was grounded several times… I never meant to stay when things got wild enough to warrant the neighbors calling the cops, it just happened… but man, it was fun…
I did get wasted drunk at the last party I went to… mom and Charles still don’t know, and I hope they never find out. They’d kill me! It was supposed to be one drink… I’m not sure how it turned into so many, it just did. It wasn’t my fault. I’m just glad that I stayed the night with some friends that night, so mom and Charles never found out.
Oh, have I mentioned yet that I hate staplers? Yeah, I do. A couple years ago I was trying to staple some papers together and the darned stapler slipped. I ended up and stapled my fingers. You wouldn’t think that a stapler would hurt that bad, but it hurts! I don’t like using them anymore, I prefer just folding my papers.
Anyway, mom and Charles have recently been on this kick about how I need to attend a good rated school, instead of the local high school, for my last four years of schooling before college. They’ve also recently been on a ‘gotta get your grades up if you want to get into a good college’ kick…. Well, Charles has. Mom’s been too busy working clients horses to really say much lately. Charles found out about this school, Blue Ridge, from a friend of his. I won’t lie, it seems like a really nice place… I just don’t know if it’s right for me. Mom seems to think so, but I think she’s just excited because it’s got a really nice equine program and I’ve agreed to give horseback-riding a go. She’s so excited about it that I just can’t tell her that I’m really more than a little nervous about sitting astride a horse… She’s gone out and bought all sorts of stuff and she’s spent more time with me in the past few months than she has in a long time. I guess I’m a little bit of a ‘‘momma’s boy’’, because I do enjoy spending time with her and if horseback-riding will help us to spend one-on-one time together, then I’m game, even if I am nervous. She’s been so funny, too, fretting about which of the horses to send to Blue Ridge with me. At first it was Frosty, her little stocky Quarterhorse… but she decided against him because he sometimes bucks when he gets excited. Then she wanted to send Freya, the english-trained Dutch Warmblood, but Charles wants me to try both riding styles, not just English. So after that, she’d decided on Kansas, but he’s too much horse even on a calm day and I shot that one down… Her and Charles debated on sending my step-brothers Thoroughbred horse Moose, but he’s not completely reliable, and my step-sisters Paint gelding Tonka is away at college with her, else I’d be bringing him instead of the two horses Charles and mom finally decided on…
So, here I come, Blue Ridge!
We found love in a hopeless place
