Post by Liam Andrew Henderson on Apr 2, 2012 10:17:03 GMT -5
LIAM ANDREW HENDERSON
FULL NAME: Liam Andrew Henderson
NICK NAME: None, just Liam. And various heigh-related teases from Jamie.
AGE: 22
COMMUNITY SUPPORT: Cook at Hearth Tavern
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
SPIRIT AND MOVIE: Meeko from Pocahontas
FACE CLAIM: Frank Iero
EYE COLOR: Green
HAIR COLOR: Black, fades to a messy brown when he gets lax on re-dying it. He's been considering a change of style, pretty soon.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 5'4", about 130lbs
DESCRIPTION: Liam is a little guy; short and scrawny. Though the illusion is somewhat masked by his mass amount of tattoos. His left arm and hand is almost entirely covered in ink, as well as a few tattoos that crawl up the side of his neck. Beneath his shirt, he has a wrap around tattoo on his hips, and one that sprawls across his chest. However, the hidden ones are rarely seen, since he rarely takes his shirt off.
At first sight, one might think of Liam to be one of those little emo bastards, what with the way his hair falls into his eyes, and the way he seems to wear jeans that may be a little too tight. However, emo is not the way to describe Liam. There always seems to be a mischevious glint to his green eyes, and a smile at the corners of his lips.
His clothes tend to fall into the "whatever is comfortable" category, usually jeans and a t-shirt. He owns no fancy clothes or shoes, often raiding them from Jamie's closet when he was required to wear them.
Despite his michevious demeanor, there's something just a little worn about his edges. A shadow beneath his eyes that appear sometime, or a tired smile that graces his mouth. Something about this young man has seen some difficult times.
PERSONALITY:
Mischevious is definitely a way to describe Liam, that and playful. Sometimes his playfulness can cross the line of being downright irritating. He's a fan of harmless pranks, or just trolling(very badly) someone over the internet. He tries to see things lighter, and much like his best friend Jamie--he's rather good at faking underlying issues.
These issues are the nightmares that sometime plague him. He's been free of the household that caused so much damage for a while now, but he still sometimes has the nightmares. Though, it seems somehow worse because he doesn't have a friend to call in the middle of the night, or to sneak into bed with. An adult, Liam still has some childish mannerisms to him. As well as when he's particular stressed out about a test, or a personal problem, he tends to clean. Obsessively. He's been known to clean dishes to the point of breaking them in his hands on accident.
However, these are very well hidden. If one doesn't know his ticks too well, then they won't even notice. It's also easy to skim over the fact that he flinches or tenses a little when someone raises a hand near him, or moves too quickly around him. He's also adapted a very soft-spoken way of talking. He rarely gets loud, but because of the screaming and yelling in his past and they way Jamie gets around loud voices--Liam's learned to tone it down. For him to actually get quite loud, he needs to be extremely upset.
Unfortunately, even through all this, you might assume Liam is a bright young lad. All the signs could be pointing at one particular answers, and he won't even see it. Sometimes people mistake this for being stubborn, and despite his apparent book-smartness, he tends to not really completely understand something unless it's said right there for him. That, or it takes him quite a while to come up to the conclusion.
HOMETOWN: Los Angeles, California
FAMILY MEMBERS:
Mother - Katheryn Hannah Depper - 45
Father - Unknown
Step-Father - Mark Samuel Depper, 48
Grandmother - Jenny Katheryn Henderson, 73
HISTORY:
Liam was a relitively happy child when it came to school. He completed his work assignments, always helped out the teachers, and picked up a student if they tripped or fell on the playground. He took naps when he was supposed to, and never minded sharing his toys or games. He always did it with a smile, even if he didn't talk very much.
But almost like a switch, when the school bus dropped him off at the end of his street, his demenor always changed. He knew that if he walked too fast, he'd be rushing into the cruel arms of the hell that lie in that house. But if he walked too slow, he'd be in trouble and accused of not coming straight home. He mastered the perfect timing of walking just inbetween the time frame. Not too fast, and not too slow. But no matter how early or late he arrived at the house, it was always the same, horrible story.
When that door opened, he was always greeted with the same thing: a drunk mother and a roaring stepfather. He'd be screamed at for not doing the dishes before he left, or leaving a toy out in sight. His step-father was usually the aggressor and if he had alcohol on his breath it was always worse. No matter what the case may be, and Mark never hesitated to lie--Liam was always sent to his room, nursing a new bruise or cut. Many times, he hadn't been allowed dinner and would have to creep out in the middle of the night to grab a poptart or a snack to stop the agonizing pain in his little stomach.
This routine carried throughout elementary school, middle school, and even into his early years of high school. Unfortunately, it all came crashing down his sophmore year. It was a particularly brutal night. He came home after a soccer game, only to see his mother on the floor, cowering from the aggrivated beast of a man. The woman looked battered and bruised; and even though she had never tried to stop Mark from going after Liam--she was his mother.
Liam rushed into action, beating his step-father away from his mother. But the man was large, powerful and very, very drunk. He left Liam with a broken, bloody nose, one eye swollen shut, and fractured ribs. That wasn't the extent of the damage, though. Mark had also bestowed hurtful, cruel words on the young man. And after all the lights went out, Liam couldn't take the silence and darkness of his room. He climbed out his window with his injured body, slipping and sliding along the roof until he stood on the ledge of the two story home.
He teetered, and stared at the ground. He thought of everything. His best friend, his mother, the father that had never been there, and the "father" that he had been stuck with. The smiling boy no longer smiled, and he felt peace when the wind rushed his skin. But the feeling of pain of his body hitting the lawn wasn't relief. Only when he faded to blackness, did he finally smile.
Unfortunately, Liam awoke in a sterile, clinical hospital. Bandages around his head, and a tube down his throat. He felt his heart shatter. After this, he knew things at home would be worse than ever. But his mother, nor Mark ever visited him for the week he was in the hospital. They didn't ever show up for the following weeks where he underwent psychological evaluation. The only visitor he ever had, was his best friend, Jamie. Jamie had been with him, every step of the way. And served as an almost painful reminder of what Liam had almost left behind.
He quickly learned from Jamie that Liam was no longer in the custody of his parental units. His grandmother, Jenny, had willingly taken over ward of the young boy. His mother's mother, Grandma Jen had always been the one person in Liam's life that never let him down. The weekends he use to spend with her were the most peaceful, and joyful. She always had cookies, and homemade bread waiting for him every morning. No matter how messed up his life seemed, Grandma Jen was always there for him. And now she was coming through at the most painful time in his life.
When he was released from the hospital, he was police escorted into his home. He packed as much as he could in his two duffel bags; and grabbed his favorite red hoodie that had seen better days. And with that, he left the House of Hell and left to start his new life in New York City.
Once in New York, many things began to change. His frequent phonecalls with one of the only people who ever mattered seemed to trickle down to beign scarce, then to not at all. Even though he had Grandma Jen, the wonderful woman she is, Liam missed his Jamie. His best friend, the one that had rescued him and always been there to protect him. Liam didn't bother making too many friends while he finished up at highschool, and he barely managed to trudge through the first few years od college.
Not hearing from Jamie was definitely starting to take a toll on him. Grandma Jen hadn't heard from him, and she was also worried. When contacting Jamie's last foster parents, they weren't exactly sure where Jamie had run off to. The depression finally started to get to an unbearable level, and just when Liam was beginning to think there was no point anymore--the letter arrived.
The letter that invited him to Memory, Maine. A funny name, but he wasn't entirely sure. It was Jen's urging him to go, thinking that a change of scenery would do the boy well. So with his bags packed, he took off to Memory. However, when he landed--things weren't what he thought it would be. It was the moment he touched foot on the ground that he discovered Meeko; a playful little raccoon that shared his headspace, and seemed to comfort him, and keep him company through the change. So far, Memory was a strange place.
However, the change of places seemed to be just what Liam needed to get his mind off the fact he hadn't heard from his best friend in quite some time.
DISNEY CHARACTER: Meeko
STATUS: Awakened
ABILITIES/ATTRIBUTES: He has a hightened sense of smell, thanks to Meeko. This can be rather nice when trying to find something lost, but can be a pain when some dirty hunter has fallen asleep in the Tavern.
He's also a bit more athletic. Liam was already pretty fast from heavy training being on the soccer team, but Meeko seemed to boost that. Liam's also taken to trees, rather well. And after the first time seeing a wild dog in Memory, scurrying up a tree with a strange sort of instinct was a big relief.
DESCRIPTION:
For the most part, Liam gets along with Meeko. The little fella is just as troublesome as he was in the movie. Constantly fussing around with Liam's things; and it wouldn't be the first time Liam's shiny iPod had disappeared. They both feel at home sitting amongst the trees, and just on the close edge of the forest. They both decided that there's too much danger to go wandering too far, especially with Liam's rather terrible sense of direction.
Meeko seems to be a bit lonely, however. Liam can't tell if this is a reflection of his own missing Jamie, or if Meeko missing Pocahontas goes hand in hand with it. Either way, thanks to Meeko--Liam doesn't feel quite so lonely all the time. However, it's a little difficult to cover up the fact there's an imaginary raccoon weaving between his feet, causing him to trip over his own shadow.
YOUR NAME: Olley
YOUR AGE: 21
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: ...Oh lord. 10+ years? -sobs-
YOUR SAMPLE:
It wasn't safe out here in the zones, really. The safest place they could be was the bunker, but Kobra and Viki wanted to be away from prying eyes--as it were. TOO BAD. After the abuse from Kobra before storming out after managing to take the car, Party and Ghoul gave each other a look. Kobra was a good shot, but Viki....Viki sucked. No offense, but the girl got lucky that night she popped out Ghoul's jaw. If they got attacked by scarecrows or Dracs, Kobra would be the only one defending.
Not to mention it gave Ghoul and Party a chance to spy. Oho, yeah.
They managed to follow, taking an old beat down car that was in the back. It rumbled, and jostled the entire way out. And Ghoul had cracked a joke about the car falling apart around them. But even so--worst case senario, they could hitch a ride with the youngest brother.
They had arrived when Viki and Kobra were sparring. They parked far back enough that the car wasn't seen behind the boulders that littered the area up ahead. Ghoul had climbed up onto the hood of the car, with a pair of binoculars hanging around his neck. Slowly, he ripped open a bag of cookies, and raised the binoculars up to his eyes and stared at the two while he at the cookie. "Dude...what the hell is she doing? She's flopping around like a chicken with a broken leg."
It had been pretty uneventful, but Ghoul cheered quietly when she hit Kobra back without any fear. About four juice boxes, and three bags of chips later, it finally happened. They stopped fighting, and they stared at each other. They seemed to be...talking. Boring. Ghoul was just getting ready to lower the binoculars when he saw Victory raise her arm up and pull the string bean down. And kissed him.
Ghoul gasped audiably, and he swung around, smacking Party in the chest in rapid succession, "ShekissedhimohmygodParty!" Ghoul kept pounding away, trying to shove Party's binoculars back to his face, "She kissed him! Our Kobra! She freaking kissed him!! Oh, they grow up so faaaast!" Ghoul whined, then stopped and lowered the binoculars and frowned at Party. "Our little brother just beat us out for our first kiss." Ghoul was grumpy about this--and that kiss with Party did not count. It never happened. Nope.
Ghoul raised the object back to his eyes, and watched, leaning foward on the hood of the car, "At least Babycurls hasn't had her first kiss yet. Then we're really in trouble."