Post by efer on Aug 6, 2010 23:27:41 GMT -5
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FULL NAME parker eli winston.
NICKNAMES park
AGE twenty five
SEXUALITY heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP tourist
OCCUPATION assistant
GRADE n/a
HEIGHT six feet
HAIR brown and luxurious
EYES grayish, blue
PLAY-BY matt bomer
LIKES hats, glasses, suits, debates, smart girls, cigars, good weather, jazz music, a glass of wine, nice clothing, doing nothing, strolls, salads, brunch
DISLIKES television, working, sweating, bad dates, carnivals, roller coasters, germs, body builders, tomatoes, early dinners, dumb people, people with no self respect, being taken advantage of, rural areas
DREAMS being as successful as possible with as little work as possible and have a family
OVERALL PERSONALITY smart, lazy, personable, charismatic, outgoing, flirty, charmer, gentleman, indifferent about a lot of situations, late, respectful, selfish, competitive, curious, not very funny, calm, down to earth, great memory, talkative, caring, love to be loved
MOTHER elyse penelope winston
FATHER christopher felix winston
SIBLINGS andrea alexis winston
gillian brooke winston
PETS a cat: maria
OTHER FAMILY n/a
WEALTH CLASS upper class
HOMETOWN new york city, new york
OVERALL HISTORY Parker was born on february 16. He was born to Elyse and Christopher, two high class New Yorkers. Christopher was a top lawyer, defending those wrong doers who had enough sources and money to cover their asses. He helped the worst types of people get a out of jail free card. He assisted them and his wife stood by as he did so. She used to be a private shopper at Saks, but decided to leave that job once she was pregnant. Why help people shop when you can just do the shopping? Little Parker was born first. He was named after his grandfather, Peter Winston.
Parker's childhood was not all that interesting. He grew up and everything was given to him. He never really had to work for anything, which later helped his laziness form. He was just handed everything that he asked for besides his grades in school. He had no problem with those though because brains were a blessing for him when he was born. He developed a slick way of talking when he was younger, which enabled him to get more lazy as he grew up and to get even more things that he wanted. People always told him that his good looks came from his father. His eyes, hair and face structure were all Winston's. His personality was from his mother's side though. Elyse is a talkative woman and so is her son. They both are charmers and can talk their way through everything while being respected and loved by everyone.
Andrea was born when Parker was 4 and Gillian when he was 7. The three of them were never all that close, but they got along just fine. All three of them were different and unlike one another. They grew up supporting one another and loving each other. Their fights were minimal, but Parker was never a really protective brother. He let them do things so that he could. Parker was a ladies man. He always had a girlfriend and was in a serious relationship. He loves to be in a relationship. He loves caring for people and having someone care for him. Parker never had any desire to work hard or work in general. He wanted to just take a free ride on his parent's money for the rest of his life. They didn't like that idea though so when it came time to applying for college, he did his essays and sent in his applications. He was accepted into Columbia. He went there for four years and graduated with a degree in advertising. He went to school again for his bachelor's.
Parker was sick of New York though. As much as he loved the city, he wanted a different pace so when one of his father's friends offered him a job, he took it up. He has just moved to Santa Monica and is still getting used to the sudden change in life. He is working as an assistant to his dad's friend, who works for NBC. He is living the dream.
NAME/ALIAS Efer
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE two or three years
OTHER CHARACTERS none yet
ROLEPLAY SAMPLEThe ship had been out on sail for quite a while now. There was no telling time when you were out on sea. The only difference between the day and the night was the setting that surrounded the ship. Either there was a sun blazing downward and warming up every crew member's body or there was the moonlight that chilled their bones. There was no keeping track of the day or the time of the day, all there was was the sea. All there was the daily work that was required to keep up a vessel as magnificent as theirs. Victoria loved the constant work that was necessary of her. She didn't mind being called a scalawag or a blubbering load of fish. She thought of it as a way to motivate her to work even harder, which she did. She worked until the muscles in her body screamed at her, and even then she would continue on. She worked until the bones in her back felt like they were breaking. She worked until the calluses on her fingers were screeching with pain, unable to become any harder to protect themselves. She worked until it was time to let go and let the wind cover the rest of the job. Victoria was always a devoted person. She stuck to the subjects and work that she was signed on to. Victoria hated to give things half of her attention when they required all of it. When she was instructed to learn how to play the piano, she did so diligently. She did not complain and once she learned how to properly play, instead of banging her slender fingers against the cold, white keys like she did when she was a child, she enjoyed it immensely. She would be seen playing the piano nonstop in her home, and her parents never minded having her show off her skills to their guests and possible suitors for Victoria. That was when the thrill of piano playing died for her. A man should not love her based on her ability to play a simple song on a simple instrument. They should be in love with her because of her personality. They should fall in love with her because they shared the same likes and dislikes. They had hobbies and opinions in common. Victoria hated to be categorized as a woman in need of a man. Although she did love the company of men, she did not need to put herself out there just to have one. If they liked her, they would be making their way toward her.
Like piano playing, piracy was something she grew to love after the initial introduction to it. Victoria had to admit at first she was scared. She was in a pub in a world she had no idea about until then and she was homesick and confused. The whole mix of emotions was making her sick and the only thing she could do was drink. Victoria had never really drunk anything alcoholic before then though. She knew that when men were depressed and confused, they went to alcohol so she followed suit. She was in a pub just drinking and she heard some pirates talking about the same guy she had encountered earlier. Never in her life would she imagine herself approaching a group of pirates, well in this case they were a group of oddballs who talked strangely, but there she was. This English girl who was prim and proper. Victoria was educated and certainly posh. She was the creme of the crop in England during that time. She was a woman who was about to be married to one of the finest men among them, and here she was mingling with pirates. Victoria never thought that she would ever be in this situation, and yet here she was. They were looking for this dreadlocked man and so was she. They already had something in common and she would find out soon after that they all had much more in common. Victoria flourished in the ship. She got rid of her corset and dress as soon as possible. They found some clothing lying around somewhere and then they found her a hat. That was probably the first time she really was getting into the pirate life. The transition was not easy. At first, Victoria was horrified at the amount of manual labor. She got used to it though and then once she did, she fell in love with it. She had a hard time shaking off her formal English but when she talked like she always had around them she felt out of place. She started to drop her t's and to say aye a lot more than the word yes. Victoria grew use to the labor and the way they treated her, as an equal, really made her feel comfortable. At home no man would dare to debate with her or have a real conversation with her. They just assumed she knew nothing because she was a woman. It was frustrating, but here they did not care for politics or if she was a woman. She was just another pirate to them, and Victoria loved that fact. Her search for her necklace was her foremost worry but there were so many things that occupied her mind besides that. There was the sword fighting, pistol shooting and rum drinking life of the pirates. There were so many other problems to worry about besides her precious necklace, and after six months of no luck of the man she was running low on patience and hope. She figured her necklace was a lost cause.
It had been a while since the crew landed their ship in port. So long that they were running low on rum and food, but foremost rum. Instead of just going into port though, Victoria had to make a stop in the main city. While they were out on sea they had a nasty dealing with a bunch of sailors on the sea. They were transporting faeries or some sort of illegal to do, the pirates didn't care, but turning in a bunch of other thieves would give them higher credentials. They raided the ship. They swung over to the ship to take over. Victoria was shouting out orders, her pistol high in the air as a warning to anyone who disobeyed. They took over the ship swiftly, but then there was one man. They had him on there for a good reason. Victoria had no idea what he was, but he had an unexplainable amount of strength hidden in his muscles. He completely twisted her pistol around and left her awestruck. She had no idea what else to do, but stand there in complete fright. There was nothing else to do. The pirates fled back to their own ship, left angry and depressed by the raid. They were completely defeated so they made their way back. Instead of staying in the town nearby the dock, they went into the main town. Victoria had to get a new pistol or try to fix her old one. The rest of the crew just wanted to wreak havoc in the main city. It was a win win deal for them to go into the main city. So there they were. Victoria was walking about the marketplace, her pistol in hand. She was looking for someone who looked like they had some sort of knowledge of guns. Her eyes landed on a second hand shop, there seemed to be an array of supplies in there and in the window she saw a few pistols. A smile came upon her lips and she made her way toward the shop. She walked in, the bells on the door singing as she swung it open. Nobody was in there though so she busied herself looking around at everything the shop held. There were so many things and she was amazed. She was taken aback at everything that was before her. She heard the bells ring and then a shuffling of footsteps. It was a family of four and they immediately proceeded through a door. Curiously Victoria followed them. Then she saw where all the staff were. It was a huge room filled to the brim with even more gadgets and gizmos than the previous room. Then she saw the similar dreadlocks. She saw the outfit and the man who stole her necklace. Victoria stormed forward and told him from behind, "Me believes ya have somethin' of mine."
