Post by shanecharlestone on Aug 7, 2011 11:37:22 GMT -6
SHANEMORDECAICHARLESTONE
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
Shane Charlestone. Some people call me "Bane" when they think they're being funny... they're not. I'm not the overbearing muscle-head they seem to think I am, and I'd much rather not be referred to as that, thanks. I don't appreciate the joke.
“Next question, how has your High School career gone thus far?”
Mediocre at best; I do what I have to in order to stay in the teams, and little else. Not that I can't do the work, it's just... boring. Which is probably what infuriated my teachers; low to mid fifty scores on class work, yet high eighties up to mid nineties on tests, plus I was never there if I knew I could get away with it. Eventually they just stopped caring, and passed responsibility onto the next teacher in line. I'm actually rather behind in my schooling because of this... I don't think I'll ever be even close to graduating, I've failed so much. Not that it really matters much any more, yeah?
“What did you do when you weren't in school? Any hobbies or sports, anything like that?”
Spent most of my time outdoors, hiking, sports and the like, y'know? I'm definitely built for it, and I guess it was my performance on the field as much as anything else that contributed to earning that infernal nickname, but I was good at it. It was the only thing I ever really looked forward to, and I made several of the school teams, as well as local leagues. I actually had to drop a sport 'cause of the conflicting schedules, and wound up just on my school's baseball team and the town's lacrosse team. Lived right below the border too, so sometimes we'd play the kids from up in Canada, which was fun, as they hit just as hard as I did, and they weren't... afraid of me, y'know? Other than the outdoorsy stuff, I mostly spent time alone, listening to music... didn't have many hobbies you could do inside.
“Family and friends are pretty important. Tell me about them. How are your relationships with them?”
No family to speak of. Dad disappeared before I was born, mother died in childbirth. She couldn't have had any relatives either, 'cause nobody stepped forward to claim me at all... she survived long enough to saddle me with my name, and little else. Been shuffled around various foster homes until I got a semi-permanent one, where I've been living since I started high school. They're rather distant people, but they were at least strict about not trying to spoil me in order to get me to like them. Dave and Bride made me earn anything I wanted by doing chores, as an allowance of sorts, though they didn't seem to care about my schooling, so when I came home with an awful report card, they shrugged it off. Truth be told, I actually liked the arrangement... I had responsibility, but they didn't force it on me either, and there were consequences.
As for friends... I don't know if you could call them that. I had people I talked to while at school, but I never saw hide nor hair of them outside of those hours. I probably should have cared, but... I didn't. I think my teammates might have been afraid of me, like I'd turn on them or something, and all my coaches ever cared about was whether I was living up to whatever position I was playing. Wasn't until later that I found out that my so-called 'friends' were actually the ones who'd started calling me Bane behind my back, and they're also the reason I had my... episode. Some friends, huh?
“Thank you for sharing that with me. So those are your family and friends, what about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
There's not much to me, I guess... I'm freakishly tall, being seventeen and already am 6'4", with growing still to do. If you're asking for a description of what I see in the mirror, I guess I could be considered on the higher side of what's considered 'good looking'? I don't know, I don't much stock in it. Short hair, and it's always been a reddish gold shade, and I like it, so I haven't had a reason to dye it. Clear blue eyes, too lazy to really shave every morning, so I've usually got dark stubble, which I also kinda like having... goes with the look, though what 'look' I have I still dunno. I'm fairly well built, since I do nothing but work out or do active things... 'course I have a few scars from that, including a rather large one across my back from a fall I took when I was out hiking one day. I can honestly say I'm not looking forward to having to wear a uniform.
'Under the hood', so to speak, I'd describe myself as boring. I mean, I can take a joke as well as the next person, I just don't like the ones that are a personal attack on someone. I'm kinda quiet, reserved... some would call it antisocial, but I participate in conversation readily enough, if you hadn't noticed. I'm not a mean-spirited fella, by any stretch of the imagination, but I've also always had an awful temper... I just managed to control it up until recently. I'm pretty sure I can be considered a 'nice guy', it's just nobody bothers to give me the time of day so I can show it, and I guess since my presence seems to make others uncomfortable, I tend to leave them alone. It's not shyness, I just don't want anyone to get upset. Hmph... guess I'm just not worth the time or effort for anyone, not even myself.
“Other then the reason your here, at Blackwood Academy, have you had any other issues with law enforcement?”
It's not an issue that I have with law enforcement... I mean, I don't like cops, but they're just doing their job, and I can't exactly help that. It was my fault I got into trouble, repeatedly, and it culminated with nearly killing someone who made a snide remark at me. I shouldn't have done it, but I did, and now I'm suffering the consequences. I'm no thief, and I'm certainly not into drugs, not even alcohol... so no, not really anything aside from consistent difficulties keeping my anger in check.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done? Why did you feel the need to do that?”
... as mentioned before, I almost killed someone. The arresting officer read me the list of injuries when I was in the station's interrogation room. Cracked eye socket. Broken jaw. Four missing teeth. Fractured collar bone. Dislocated shoulder. Left arm broken in four places, the right in two. Three cracked ribs, four broken. Shattered knee. Broken ankle. Internal hemorrhaging. Punctured lung... he almost didn't make it. All over a stupid remark. Straw that broke the camel's back or not, there's no reason at all that I should have allowed that to happen... thought it's too late to change that, isn't it? I dunno why I felt the need to snap, but it sure as Hell took quite a bit for the cops to get me to stop. I don't remember the taser, but the kid I was beating on was lucky they had it on hand.
"What the one thing you're most proud of?"
Pride. Why in the world should I be proud of myself? Any one thing I could name has been the cause of why I'm sitting here... though if you must know, I suppose I could say getting back to back first place in the town's lacrosse league the past two years. Otherwise, there's nothing. I could never be proud of anything else I've done.
"Other then your trouble with law enforcement, do you have any vices or addictions?"
None to speak of. Smoking and alcohol makes me feel ill, and drugs would only do more harm than good to what would have been a promising future in sports. Possibly the only thing I could consider a vice would be music; I find it hard to do anything unless I have my mp3 player on hand, from concentrating in class to sleeping. I'll have to get used to that while I'm here though... you don't allow them unless a student has earned it.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
Just to have a real family. I don't think it's much to ask for, but it's apparently more than I deserve, so I stopped actively hoping for it a long time ago. The 'arrangement' I had with Dave and Bride was fine, but it was just that; an arrangement. A working partnership where they provided the means to an end, and I got my shit together in order to be able to live as a functioning adult. Can see how well that went over.
“What criminal act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
Assault. I already mentioned what happened; I'm not gonna spell it out again. Kid's parents wanted to string me up for attempted murder, but given that this had not been my intent, the arresting officer classified it as it was, not blowing things out of proportion. The lawyer I was assigned wanted to try for an insanity plea, and tried, but I copped to the truth, and I guess 'cause of my honesty, the judge became sympathetic, as did the prosecuting lawyer. They gave me the option to come here rather than jail, to get a second chance to turn things around, so... I agreed.
“Do think that you deserve to be here?”
No. No, I definitely do not; I belong either in prison or in a psychiatric ward somewhere I'd never see the light of day again. I should have taken the jail sentence, but I was a coward and took the easier road. Feel free to recommend that I not be sentenced here; I certainly wouldn't hold it against you, nor would anyone else, I'm sure.
"Tell me about your life before Blackwood Academy contacted you, what led up to your stay here."
Like I said before, I never had much of a home life. Abandoned before and after birth, shuffled around from place to place growing up, I never had a stable foundation in order to get my life on track. I got picked on like every other kid, but rather than acting out, I just bottled it. I have been for so long, I don't even remember the last time I felt... happy. Content, sure, but not happy. As a younger kid, I didn't have much choice than to accept the abuse, until I started growing up a little... I was seven when I started hitting back, and it didn't take long for everyone else to leave me alone. I thought it was a good thing at the time, but I learned later that they were afraid of me, not that they respected my boundaries any more.
I was introduced to lacrosse at an early age, and it's the only thing that's really helped my... aggression issues through the years. It was okay to toss those kids around a little, as that was part of the game, though as before, until I started facing off against the Canadian kids, everyone was afraid of me again, and gave me wide berth until I closed in on them. It didn't do much for my self esteem, I can tell you that, but since nobody seemed to care, I didn't give it much thought either. One of many mistakes I've made over the years, getting complacent about things. Didn't wanna step on toes, so I just... went with it. Story of my life, pretty much.
Of course, the older I got, the more mature I got, the harder I started to hit, and it seemed like it wouldn't stop. I've broken more bones in opposing players than I'd care to admit, and I got suspended from the league several times for 'excessive force'. With nobody to really talk to, things just escalated over and over until I finally lost it, and... well. You know the rest.
C'est la f*cking vie.
Charlestone, Shane M.:
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: April 13th, 17
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 17, 2 month stay
Grade: Junior
Health issues: Possible undiagnosed depression, aggression issues
Other: Incredibly low self esteem, and prone to being dishonest about personal problems. Therapists should be aware of this and make sure he's telling the whole truth.
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: April 13th, 17
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 17, 2 month stay
Grade: Junior
Health issues: Possible undiagnosed depression, aggression issues
Other: Incredibly low self esteem, and prone to being dishonest about personal problems. Therapists should be aware of this and make sure he's telling the whole truth.
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