Post by eddy on Jun 11, 2011 9:10:35 GMT -6
EDGARALLANHOWARD
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
Humm… Not even a little hello? Ish… Anyways, name’s Eddy, or Ed if you prefer to shorten it even more. If you want my real and full name, I think I can give it to ya, but in all honesty I dislike it. Dad was a freaking literature professor and liked poetry a lot, so what name did he gave his son? EDGAR ALLAN Howard… The Howard is the family’s name, so I can handle it, but Edgar? For pete’s sake it makes me sound like some geek or something… That’s why I usually call myself Eddy, the only variation that seems to be decent and not plain like just “Ed”.
“Next question, how has your High School career gone thus far?”
School? Hahahaha, now that’s a thing I haven’t thought about in quite some time. Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t a drop-out or I skipped all the classes I could, it’s just that school never did spike my interest. Every class was so dull and boring; I could hardly keep myself awake as the teacher blubbered about whatever she felt like. There was one class that I paid most attention to and that class was chemistry… Don’t know why but the way different elements combine to form other elements or cause some reaction, like for example, exploding; it just spoke to me in a way.
As far as grades are concerned; I was your average students, didn’t flunk once or had fallen behind any class, not even math. The only subject I was really good at was Chemistry, which was after all, my favourite.
“What did you do when you weren't in school? Any hobbies or sports, anything like that?”
Well… Why would you be interested in what I do in my free time? Well if you really have to know… I do, or rather used to, whatever normal teenagers my age do. I hanged around with my buds, I went to the gym three times a week, or four if I felt like it, I swimmed whenever I didn’t have gym the same day or when I felt like it, I like listening to music, play basketball, card games like blackjack or poker, hang around on a bar and a few more stuff. I can’t remember it all can I? Oh! And I used to have a Zippo collection back at my dad’s place. I just love the sound they make when you smack the lid, plus they are those wind-proof lighters, which are quite comfortable to use and very useful.
I also used to sketch a bit, but I couldn’t call them a masterpiece, just some random flames, tribals, skulls, ya know… The usual stuff someone with a bit of a free time, and the usual teenager tastes, draws whenever he grabs a pencil and just lets it run wild across the paper. Would probably make a few cool tattoos but nothing with a whole lot of detail.
“Family and friends are pretty important. Tell me about them. How are your relationships with them?”
Well don’t you know how to touch a wound when it’s fresh… Do I really need to talk about my relations? Isn’t there anything more interesting or less annoying to talk about that you’d rather want to know? I guess you won’t drop it and you probably have more questions for me… I was never one to get attached to people, sure I had a little group of friends I used to hang out with and do stupid stuff that got me into trouble and made the police drag my ass across town and deliver me to my dad, which would always piss me off and not drop it no matter how many times I apologized or explained what had happened, but they weren’t that many. Anyways… Friends I didn’t have many, found that most of them were two-faced so I just told them to go screw themselves and be lying hypocrites elsewhere and as family is concerned; I only got my dad on that department seeing that his side of the family hated him for being in a relationship with a junkie, which happened to also be a student of his, and my mother’s side isn’t all too keen on my dad banging one of his students. Soap Opera much humm? Well that’s my dysfunctional family, interesting isn’t it? Can’t say much about my mother though, she’s been absent since the day I was born…
In case you didn’t get it, I hate my dad. Why? Because he’s just one of those lousy father figures that is never around, or when is, it’s mostly to make your day a whole lot worse and just poke you with a dagger until you finally say you give up and just accept whatever the hell he has to say to you, no matter how unfair it is. I think you got the point right? Worst part is he always finds a way to throw my love life in there too, don’t ask me how though he just does… I don’t have anyone right now and frankly I’d rather not… Why? Don’t know, maybe because I hate the hassle and don’t wanna get hurt? It’s too much work and I already got plenty on my minds… Anything else? Or can I leave? ‘Cause if I wanted to be questioned until I get pissed off I’d rather call my dad.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. So those are your family and friends, what about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
Well what you see here in front of you is what you get, so why even bother describing myself? You have some problem in your eyes or something? ‘Cause for hell’s sake you are standing in front of me and asking to describe myself to you? F*ck my life… I’d rather be at my room then being here with an idiot like you… But I’m being forced to answer your questions, just my luck.
Sorry for the rant… Just hadn’t been sleeping right. Anyways, if I really have to describe myself, then so be it. I’m 6’1”, a bit above average I guess and I weigh around 175 lbs, though I have an athletic physic which supposedly drives the girls wild… I have brown hair with blond highlights, something really average when you have that sort of light-brown hair, and I usually wear it short and messy. It’s a pain in the ass to get my hair just the way I like it, but for me it’s worth it ‘cause I don’t think any other hair style would fit me, ya know? As far as the eyes are concerned, they are baby blue. Yeah baby blue… Wished my eyes were green or that kind of darker blue instead of this kind, but I guess I can’t complain and it could be worse.
As far as clothes are concerned, I am not that picky… I always wear whatever is at hand, though it’s pretty much always the same. A skull cap, T-Shirt, jeans (the ones that look like the knee area is dirty and with a belt of course) and a pair of sneakers. I’m not the kind of guy that always wears those famous brands of clothing, but the only thing I just have to wear that is of a decent brand is the sneakers… Don’t ask me why but I just have to. Also as far as colours are concerned, I don’t like to stick out of the crowd, so that’s why I choose mostly dark colours so I can blend in. Just hate those colours that scream “I’M HERE!”, like red or pink.
Now to describe my personality… Humm… Well to start off, I’m a decent and calm guy and despite how I look I don’t have that jock attitude that most of the guys that work out have. It’s all like peace and love with me, “you stay on your side if you don’t like me, I stay on mine as long as you don’t start pissing me off” and all that jazz. As long as you don’t start trouble my way I won’t start on yours and if you want to know me, just introduce yourself and chat, I don’t bite. I’m not that social though, I don’t run up to a group of people and start chatting or something like that, and I try to stick to my little corner without making a fuss, but if someone comes up to me and tries to talk to me, sure why not? Wouldn’t hurt me to know another person, plus what would life be if you didn’t have any friends? Though I’m very picky about who I trust and I hate two-faced people, just do and I sometimes try my best to distance myself a bit from others so to avoid getting hurt, or so the guy that made my profile said. I also have a slight rebellious side that just doesn’t tie down. I know it’s a big flaw but I just can’t help it and it’s what gets me in trouble quite often.
I might be a calm guy, but if you get me pissed off oh you better run for the hills. I think you can compare me to a pool of water… Calm when undisturbed, but throw a big enough rock in there and waves will form. I guess it’s like some sort of teenager thing, but whatever, it’s just who I am. But funny thing is I don’t usually hold a grudge, unless the problem is all that bad. Anyways, I think that’s all? Oh and I love fire, always did. When I was a kid people warned me plenty of times not to play with matches, but I just ignored and continued. There’s just something about fire that makes me curious and lures my attention to it.
“Other then the reason your here, at Blackwood Academy, have you had any other issues with law enforcement?”
Yeaaaaaaah, well the law and I aren’t the closest of friends ever since I went through that rebellious phase of mine with a few buds on the outside. Not like we murdered people, but back then we used to pull off stupid stuff like tagging police cars, sneak into the abandoned houses and drink until we dropped, drunk driving, basically all the stupid stuff we usual do when we’re young, stupid and a bit buzzed out of our minds. But that was the soft stuff ya know? The stuff that would only get you a slap on the wrist or something like that.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done? Why did you feel the need to do that?”
Worst thing I’ve done? Well legally the worst thing I ever did was what brought me to this place, but come on! The guy totally deserved it for being a douche and always trying to poke my dad by using me in his little games with him. But now that I think about it I really think that’s the worst thing I did in my life… It disappointed my dad like hell, not that I care all that much about what he thinks, but still, that look I got from my dad when he went to the slammer to see me was something I’d never seen in my life. Seriously it was that scarring for me for some reason… It almost made me want to kill myself and I don’t even freaking know why! Pretty messed up humm?
"What the one things you're most proud of?"
The thing I’m most proud of? Well I gotta say, because it’s probably the only thing I’ve done right in my life, was saving a friend of mine from getting beaten to a bloody pulp by her douche of a boyfriend. It was just one of those things that I had to do and when I was done, even if I got pounded down onto the pavement, I held my head up high and said “I did it! I’m proud I did this!”.
She was a sweet and nice kid, but had such bad luck with her love life that wasn’t even funny. The dudes she dated were pretty much scum bags that treated her like dirt, but they never were violent with her, rather just cheating on her, which is a bad thing of course, but they never raised a hand at her. One day she started showing up at school with a black eye or bruises, something we all thought it was strange but figured she had some problem that she would rather keep to herself, thus we didn’t butt in. But there was one day when I saw it all happening on campus and I just couldn’t stay away.
I had to pick up some stuff from my dad so it was way too late for people to be around campus, but I did see two people there: her and her boyfriend… Last thing I know, the prick just smacks her to the ground and starts shouting at her and that was when it all hit me. Without thinking twice, I just rammed him away from him and we eventually ended up fighting through out campus and it was hell to put that guy down, but I eventually made it. I threatened to beat him to death if he ever even looked at her just before kicking his sorry ass out of the campus. That actually made her like me but it didn’t last long since she started hanging out with some pretty shady characters and I had enough problems as it were.
But was the beating worth it? Was I proud I stepped up to save her? Totally. What she did after that, I couldn’t care less because I already did my part.
"Other then your trouble with law enforcement, do you have any vices or addictions?"
Well I do smoke and I drink occasionally when I am around friends, or used to anyway. I’m not a hard smoker and I could probably ditch the vice if I wanted to, but if it feels good why not just have a smoke or two? It won’t kill me unless I become a real addict. And as far as drugs are concerned… No I don’t use them now.”
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
Absolutely nothing at all… For better or for worse, my life is my life, even if it sucks a bit. Well not nothing though… If I could change something, I would change the fact that I left my freaking backpack at the guy’s place. If I did that I wouldn’t be in this dump talking to you. But I guess I got what I deserved, karma and all that.
“What criminal act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
I pretty much set an old rich dude’s house on fire, him being my dad’s boss and the “ruler” at the college I attended. He was a freaking prick that pretty much messed with anyone and liked to shove money in their faces and go like “SNIFF IT SNIFF IT! You can’t have it though it’s mine!” and if life was a cartoon, the man would be lighting up cigars with hundred dollar bills. One day I just got tired of him and thought of torching his place so he could get hurt in his pockets, ya know? Teach him a little humility. I waited for him to get out, his maids had already cleaned the place, and I just started a little campfire in his living room. Got a few laughs out of there but when it started to spread I had to get out of there fast, so I kind of forgot to bring my backpack along. Last thing I know I’m getting dragged out of my house and thrown into a cell for arson. Sucks a bit and I knew I should’ve been more careful But for pete’s sake I never expected it to be so fast. As far as who recommended me to be sent here; it was obviously my dad after he talked it over with Mr. Big Shot.
“Do think that you deserve to be here?”
Well I did torch a guy’s place, even if he did deserve it, so I guess I pretty much deserve what happened to me and getting sent it… Plus I think it’s better then being on some random prison for arson right? Can’t imagine what they do there and seriously don’t want to so I guess this is better then door number 2.
"Tell me about your life before Blackwood Academy contacted you, what led up to your stay here."
Well to start off, I don’t remember much from when I was a kid, only the things dad used to tell me, when he wasn’t being a jerk and all. As far as the whole how I came to be thing, it’s pretty much all drama and it’s seriously boring… Apparently my mom was one of his students and the kind that had quite a few problems not only on the course she was taking, but also in her life. Thanks to peer pressure and being around the wrong crowds, she became an addict, so she pretty much had her whole life screwed up and was about to hit rock bottom, but my dad had one of those paternal moments and helped her out. One thing led to another and they eventually started seeing each other on the down low, but it was only a matter of time before they “screwed up” and that was how my dad knocked my mother up… My grandparents on my mother side, being a pile of pretentious assholes, pretty much tormented her and bashed her by constantly reminding her of how much of a disappointment she turned out to the point in which she just couldn’t stay at her home anymore and that was why she ran away from home. And who did she went to for help? My dad of course… Good ol’ Gerald Howard that just couldn’t keep it in his pants and pretty much screwed up his life and her life even more, if that was possible. But I guess if they hadn’t done it then I wouldn’t be here, so it wasn’t all that bad, at least that’s what I think my dad thinks despite his personality.
She stayed at his house through out the time she was pregnant, don’t ask me how she just dropped the stuff because I don’t know, which resulted in my dad being caught red-handed and fired, not losing his license luckily though due to a technicality, it being the fact that my mom had been expelled due to a few problems she raised during her stay there. My dad eventually bounced back up and got a job teaching at a crummy college because they really needed a literature teacher there and no one wanted to teach at that place. After nine months or so, they were blessed with a healthy, unbelievable I know, baby boy. When I was younger, dad used to say that the day I was born was the happiest of his life; now I’m not so sure but I seriously don’t care. Oh and funny thing about my mom: she stayed a couple of months until she suddenly flipped and started using again, leaving my dad and I without saying a word and completely vanishing out of the face of the earth. As far as I know she’s dead… Humm… Sucks doesn’t it?
Anyways, the rest is all pretty lame… I was raised by my dad and the babysitters he hired to take care of me, my grandparents, both of them, never cared much for the “mistake their son had made” so I was pretty much nothing to them, almost as nothing as my dad; I went through school as an average student, got in to trouble a few times with the gang I used hang with, continued getting into trouble when we got through high school and I pretty much ended up here after torching my dad’s boss’s house when he just wouldn’t stop being a prick and playing games with him, telling my dad that if I stepped out of line he would talk to him directly and if he talked back he would get his ass fired. Payback’s a bitch… And no I didn’t do it for my dad, I did it for me… The guy just pissed me off. Anyways, it’s getting late and I’ve got stuff to do, so we’re finished with this humm? I already gave you the story of my life, hope you’re happy but I’m done, ok?
Howard, Edgar, A.:
Race: Caucasian.
DOB and Age: April 25th. 19 years old.
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 18, one year.
Grade: 12th.
Health issues: Small lesion on his left shoulder due to intensive workouts.
Other: Shows slight traits of pyromania.
Race: Caucasian.
DOB and Age: April 25th. 19 years old.
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 18, one year.
Grade: 12th.
Health issues: Small lesion on his left shoulder due to intensive workouts.
Other: Shows slight traits of pyromania.
Your name: Eddy
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