Post by rocky on May 11, 2011 19:51:09 GMT -5
ROCKY STEVEN MEEKER
FULL NAME: Rocky Steven Meeker
NICK NAME: Rocky, Rock
AGE: 21
GRADE OR OCCUPATION: Junior at Harmony College, history major
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
FACE CLAIM: Alexander Rybak
EYE COLOR: Dark Brown
HAIR COLOR: Brown
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 5'8" and fit
DESCRIPTION: Rocky's not super tall and lanky like most of the pretty-boys parading around Memory. He's a bit shorter though by no means "short", and his constant movement and activity and past of hard work left him strong. Rocky has dark hair that's usually less than perfect, rather it sticks up at funny angles and is forever in need of a good haircut. His eyes are dark, too dark to distinguish the pupils from the irises so at most any distance his eyes just look black. His eyebrows are thick and dark but are by no means angry, as Rocky has a nearly constant happy look about him, his smile wide across his jaw.
PERSONALITY: Rocky is not a terribly deep or complicated person. He's generally happy and smiles a lot, likes to be outside 100% of the time (regardless of the weather) and eats like it's his job. He's friendly but extremely possessive and protective - though he doesn't hold grudges long. Most often, others will hold grudges against him while he forgets he's supposed to be mad at them in the first place. Rocky figures there's too much to do in life to waste time being miserable.
He's shamelessly nosy and doesn't really get the whole "personal boundaries" concept - borrowing things without permission, taking croutons from the salad bar at Ed's Grocery sort of thing. Further more money means very little Rocky, so why anyone would want to hold down a job is beyond him... Even in spite of the fact that he's going to college to earn a degree to get a job. He's still baffled as to how that happened.
Rocky's usually seen eating something and he's definitely not a health freak. Sweets are his favorites things, and they're especially tasty when they belong to someone else! But all his eating is worked off from his constant movement usually in the form of running and climbing. Almost an expert rocky climber, Rocky's taken trips all over the country to climb cliffs and mountains and whatever trees he happens to find there as well. The guy could practically live in the trees if he wanted, as his outdoor skills surpass any sort of "indoor" ones, and he would live outside if that didn't label him a sketchy homeless guy.
A history major at Harmony college, Rocky is fascinated by history, but also just as eager to make it. Not one to sit by and watch things happen, Rocky always likes to be involved in whatever the goings-on in town... Although living in a small town like Memory is hardly a history-making experience.
HOMETOWN: Jamestown, Virginia
FAMILY MEMBERS: Russell Meeker, Father
Teresa Meeker, Mother
Dolly Meeker, Older Sister (deaf)
HISTORY: Rocky was a little devil of a child, always on the move, getting lost, giving his parents heart attacks. He was independent and determined to learn to do things on his own, and of course, always with the constant climbing... Rocky got himself into so many accidents as a child, it's a wonder he managed to make it past childhood without killing his dumb self. But he did, which his parents still marveled at - not like they didn't have their hands full already, with a deaf daughter and trying to teach their rambunctious, hyperactive, ADHD son sign language so he could speak with his sister. The Meekers, early years, found things a bit trying to say the least.
Entering elementary school was easy for Rocky because he was excited and hyper and eager to make friends. He made them easily with his easy laugh and readiness to drop everything and play. Teachers complained he was a distraction to the other children, but there was no stopping Rocky. He just had this compulsory personality that he couldn't help, and that most doctors would have diagnosed as ADHD.
During the summer breaks, Rocky was turned loose on Virginia, his parents taking his all over the state from the shoreline to the mountains. Rocky fell in love with the Blue Ridge mountains in the west part of the states, how wild it was even still. He loved the history of the area, the early Americans, the mountain men, Appalachia, all of it. He never wanted to leave, but the summers would end, and Rocky would return to Jamestown.
Not that there was anything wrong with Jamestown, historic as a place as it was by itself. There was always that allure to Jamestown that Rocky was infatuated with, and he took it upon himself as a child to find out all he could about the place. Not just its history in relation to early America, but everything about the town he just lived in. All the best hiding places, climbing trees, secrets and forgotten, seldom-tread trails. He hardly ever came in the house, and then it was just to eat dinner with his family or sleep, and even then Rocky liked to camp outside with nothing but the stars and the noise of the city to keep him company.
Academically Rocky wasn't the best in school, usually too distracted, nosy and impulsive to pay much attention to school work. He passed sure, with the help from his friends but school was never really that important to him. Being social and exploring and eating were basically his main priorities. So he was surprised that come high school, he received a letter from a prestigious academy offering him a spot at their school. Dorms and food and education was all provided, and his parents were definitely considering kicking his hyper little self out of the house as soon as they could... But they had never heard of this "Classic Academy" or "Memory, Maine" so they put Rocky into the public school in Jamestown, and that was that.
During his senior year when Rocky was applying for state colleges on the off chance that they'd accept him (his expectations were not high, but was intrigued by the idea of studying history someday), he received another suspicious letter from Memory, Maine. This one was more detailed and frankly spookily accurate about him, and they strongly urged him to apply to their college. His spot was guaranteed, they told him, and they had something very special to teach him. Something about Disney, which was laughable, but if this place guaranteed him an education, why not, right?
That was three years ago now, and Rocky still has no idea about that "Disney character" business, but he's managed to secure himself a decent education so far and he's loving the town he lives in. At first he was wary because of its small size, and honestly, was did Maine have to offer besides lobsters? But it turned out the town was exciting in its own way, and Rocky couldn't, at the moment, be happier.
DISNEY CHARACTER: Meeko from Pocahontas
ABILITIES/ATTRIBUTES: Rocky can turn in to a North American Raccoon with the same markings as Meeko from Pocahontas
DESCRIPTION: Meeko isn't awake in Rocky yet, but he does awaken, he'll find he and his Disney counterpart are alarmingly similar. They're both nosy and spontaneous, loyal, protective and friendly and perhaps a little jealous. Rocky will be able to morph into a raccoon when Meeko awakens in him.
YOUR NAME: Kate
YOUR AGE: 19
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: Like 8 or 9 or 10 years
YOUR SAMPLE: Tulah's eyes devoured Rowan's face, hungrily taking in every detail, committing every facet to memory. She smiled as she pointed her wand at the girl's heart, her hand steady and exacting as a surgeon, or perhaps more fittingly, an assassin. She felt the adrenaline wash over her when Rowan's eyes widened in terror and confusion, when reached for her own wand. But Tulah thought the protection spell too slowly and was placed under Immobulus, and with rising anger she felt her limbs and torso lock in place.
If Tulah could have screamed in rage, she would have. As it was, the binding curse froze her with the sickly sweet smile on her lips, her wrist mid flick as she was about to cast Protego. The girl fled, cowardly, leaving the boy who had only moments before been holding her hand on the ground, no loyalties to him, her only instinct to save her own skin. Tulah would have giggled at how alike the two of them already were, and how the girl would have crawled out of her skin to know it.
Regulus immediately unbound Tulah and gave her brief orders: “Follow her and don’t lose her.” Tulah barely gave him the chance to finish his sentence before her feet were pounding pavement, her lithe frame dancing easily through the crowds until the pressing population dispersed, and she could see the blond hair of the girl racing away from her up ahead. The square the girl tried to lose herself in was nearly empty now, the remaining stragglers hurrying off to this pub or that shop, leaving for home or milling about with friends. Tulah, without thought or concern for the Statute of Secrecy, whipped her wand about, stunning the Muggle, dropping that one, until Regulus had caught up with them and finished the bulk of the job with a single, powerful spell. Tulah almost marveled at him before she forced herself to remain on task... Namely, exacting revenge on the little twerp who paralyzed her.
“Now love," Regulus said calmly to the girl, his voice warm, almost inviting, "I have some very nice Dementor friends that would love to give you a kiss. So why don’t you come in nicely?”
Tulah, standing closer to Regulus than to Rowan at the moment, shrieked with laughter, She scrunched up her lips to make a kissy face at Rowan then laughed again, casually pushing her hair back out of her face again. "Oh, I dunno," Tulah turned for a moment to Regulus, a mocking smile on her lips, "can't be much of a soul to her to kiss out, wouldn't you say? Leaving her widdle boyfriend all alone? Daughter of a vampire? There's not much going for you, honey," Tulah frowned sadly at Rowan, her voice mocking, her head nodding as if in sympathy. But soon her features hardened and her body language turned much more hostile.
"C'mon, Regulus," she said as she quickly pointed her wand at the girl again, the tip trained at her skull, "let's get the brat now. Thinks she can curse me and run, ain't she just a doll? Everte Statum!"
Tulah had had enough chat: it was time to get what they came for.
