Post by Drake Penfallon on Nov 12, 2009 16:32:02 GMT -5
--HEAR NOW THE WORDS OF THE BARD
1-4 LINES OF A SONG THAT SUITS YOUR CHARACTER
--AND THE STORY BEGINS
ARTHUR DRAKE PENFALLON -- KNIGHT
--ENTER THE HERO
NAME: Arthur Drake Penfallon
NICKNAMES: Drake, Bear.
DOB: 21st March
FAMILY:
Admiral Penfallon – Arthurs Father
Marlene Penfallon – Arthurs step- mother
Sylvia Penfallon – Arthurs biological mother
Morgan Flint- Stepsister – non blood related-
Marcus Flint- step brother – blood related-
GRADE:Senior
PERSONALITY: Drake is your typical good guy, in pretty much every way possible. He’s friends with practically everybody he meets and he has the silent aura about him that makes the rest of the room feel insignificant, as if it is nothing but a back drop to scene he is about to play. He of course doesn’t realise he has this effect, in fact he’s rather blissfully unaware of the effect he has on the world and its population.
He has always been a family orientated person – for most of his life Drake has respected his father’s wishes. He joined cadets, he went to a good school, he accepted his new mom and siblings with open arms – hell he even joined the foot ball team. But recently, as his won views began to filter through, as his own morals begin to take over, he’s realising that his father isn’t always right.
Loyal as a golden retriever, when you become friends with Drake Penfallon, you stay that way for life, just ask Lance. Those two have been best friends since kindergarten. Now these loyalties transpire across friendships and onto his football team, into his schoolwork, school parliament, and most importantly, onto his girlfriend Jennifer. For Drake, Jennifer is his world and he loves her like there’s no tomorrow. Hell she may even be the one – he’s been carrying that ring around for a while now after all.
Honorable, trustworthy, a leader; these are all words that have been used to describe drake before, and most likely will be used again. He may live in a large house and come from old money, but he is far from a snob – he might even be one of the mot down to earth guys you’ll ever meet. However, like everyone he has his faults. He tries so hard to see the good in everyone, sometimes he just can’t see that some people just don’t have it. He trusts easily, and one day this may very well be his downfall.
Though Drake does not anger easily, he is not someone to get on the wrong side of. When he does get mad he cuts you off, he grows quiet and digs his nails in the side of his arm, he’ll throw inanimate objects or punch the wall. Sometimes he just goes out, and doesn’t come back for hours, once, until the next day. Once you have lost this guys trust it is near impossible to get back; and you’ll notice the difference like an icy breath on your back.
QUIRKS:Drake has a thing about his boat, the pride winn. She always has to be spotless, and seriously, if your name isn't lance, don't board without asking permission first, or being invited on. he also has to go for a run every morning, though he never takes the same route one day and again the next, and whichever route he takes determines what breakfast he has when he gets home.
--A LOOKING GLASS REFLECTION
FACE CLAIM: Chad Michael Murray
HAIR: Often messy, and cut so short that it naturally stands up, Drakes hair is golden blond in colour.
EYES: No one can ever decide on the colour of drakes eyes - some days they seem blue, others green. But wither way, they sparkle with intelligence and wit – if you don’t watch yourself, you just might find yourself falling into them.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: Drake is 5ft 8”, and easily weighs 140 pounds of sheer muscle.
BODY TYPE: Muscular, but not to excess. His body is defined rather than ripped, and slender enough to be fast and strong.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Drake has a scar running from his knee to the base of his ankle, angry and jagged it is far from pretty.
--A TALE OF GLORY;; A TALE OF WOE
HISTORY: Though Arthur Drake Penfallon was born on the 21st march, his story does not really begin there. His story truly begins three years later, when his mother died for no apparent reason. Years later, when he asked his nanny Sophie why she had to die, she told the young boy who sat cuddled in her lap that she had died of a broken heart, like the Maiden in the story they were reading. Though he had never understood then, now he’s older, deep down he knows the truth, though he never voices the questions aloud through fear of having them told to be true.
When Arthurs mother died it was just him and his father alone in the big house they called a home. It was then that Arthur senior hired Sophie to be the young boys nanny, as being in the navy, he was often away for long periods of time. Whole years went by when Arthur hardly saw his father, though they corresponded with letters and phone calls, though strict regimes still run through the house and fierce ideas and morals were pushed on him, Arthur Penfallon Senior was never truly a father to his son. Instead, Sophie became a substitute mother and friend, and less the nanny she had once been.
When Drake was five he went on a school trip with his primary school, and he found himself, and his best friend, Lance, separated from the rest of the touring group. Wandering around they found themselves in a medieval display, complete with armouries, weapons and even a sword in stone. Though Lance tried to pull the sword from its foundation, when Arthur stepped up to have a try the sword slipped easily free. Grinning he held it high above his head, showing off – when the weight caught up with him. The sword, unusually sharp, fell and cut his leg from knee to ankle. He and Lance spent the rest of the day in the hospital whilst Arthur got stitches. It was that day too that Lance decided he did not like Arthurs stuck up and pompous father, and thought it unfair that he and his best friend shared a name. Ever since, Arthur has gone by Drake instead. When they went back to see the exhibit again the following week, the sword was no longer there. When they asked the curator, he told them there had never been a sword piece stuck in a stone – if there had been it was most likely a hoax by the students at the local university.
A few years later, Drakes step mom moved in with her two children, Morgan and Marcus. Though he disliked them both, he actually quite liked his step mother and she let Sophie stay on as a cleaner, the older woman quickly becoming good friends with the otherwise isolated young wife, and they still remain that way today. Marcus and Morgan however have never seen eye to eye with Drake, and although he has grown used to them, it does not mean he likes them. He tried, but he can’t quite bring himself to do it.
Years passed and the two boys remained friends, getting through primary school and heading off into the wide world of high school. Drake joined the football team and a year later he met Jennifer. The two have been dating ever since.
When Drake was fifteen he bought a dog. He didn’t know why he did it, he just did. He was walking down the street with Jennifer when he saw the Border Collie puppy in the window – though initially bought as a gift for his girlfriend, he ended up keeping the puppy when she proclaimed they were too much work, and she much preferred cats. Drake brought her a kitten the next week instead, a snow white ball of fluff.
He named his dog Cavalier, and when Drake is at home the two are nearly inseparable.
Two years ago Drake joined school parliament, and quickly became school president. One of the most popular, if not the most popular boy in school, it was obvious it was going to happen. What surprised a lot of people however was how god he was at it. The further surprise? When he wanted to quit football and join the debate team, though Lance talked him out of that one.
Last year, Arthur senior bought his son a boat, with the proclamation that a navy officer needed something to command. Though Drake accepted the gift, he’s not sure he likes the terms of his owning the Pride Winn – he does not know where he wants to go to college, but he’s pretty sure that the military college his father has picked out, really isn’t for him.
ANYTHING ELSE: Drake has a sail boat, called the Pride Winn, and a dog named Cavalier.
RP SAMPLE:
The music filled the large car, bouncing of the windows and reverberating through the bodywork to the point where, if you lay your forehead against the cool glass of the window, you could feel the vibrations. Drake was driving home from the beach and the dying sun cast its last fingers of light through the windows, stroking Cavaliers fur as he sat in the passenger seat, his head sticking out of the window. He looked pretty happy for a dog soaked to the bone in salt water and covered in sand, but then sitting with your head sticking out of the window of a moving vehicle is pretty much ecstasy for the canine species.
Drake had been surfing, the evidence of which was tied to the roof of his jeep – that and his skin smelt faintly of the pineapple surf wax he had used on his board. His long, sender fingers tapped along with the music as he turned into the gated estate where he lived. Even Cavalier recognized that they were nearly home and started thumping his tail on the towel Drake had laid on the seat. A few moments later he pulled onto the long Driveway and parked up by the back gate. Switching of the engine the music cut out, and considering the noise of the moment before, it seemed pretty quiet now. They must be out. where Drakes thoughts as he opened the passenger door and followed his dog into the back garden, grabbing the hose on his way. With a single command Cavalier was sat, waiting to be hose down and bathed – though as this happened he was far from behaved.
Once covered in shampoo he went for a lap around the garden before slinking back to his previous position after Drake called him to heel. “Good boy” he praised as the Border collie waited patiently as the suds were washed from his skin, snapping occasionally at the water jet. “There, go dry yourself or whatever.” With the release, cavalier wasted no time in soaking Drakes shirt through, and doing more frenzied laps around the garden. Shaking his head, Drake peeled the wet shirt over his head, tossed it in the hamper and headed towards the kitchen.
