WINTERS, galahad william

[william winters]

LADiES && GENTLEMEN MAY I INTRODUCE TO YOU,,
GALAHAD WILLIAM WINTERS !

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alright, so you can call me Hannah.<3 and i have been kicking it in central for 14 summers. i’m pulling the strings of 1 puppet and they go by WILLIAM WINTERS! alright well enough about me kidd, lets get to the main player, BUT if you need to get at me you can contact me at PM, no problem!

LETS JUST COVER THE BASICS, ALRIGHT?

full name: Galahad William Winters
how do we pronounce that?: gal-a-had will-i-am win-tur
nicknames: Will, Willie, please, anything but Galahad.
age & birthday: 18, nineteenth of december
grade: senior
occupation: musician, waiter at quiznos, works at a music store. What can I say? He likes to make his own money.
what kind of money you making?: upper class
ethnicity: caucasion
face claim: Jason Dunn<333
appearance: Will has a rather lasting appearance. His face is adorable and hard to forget. He has a lip ring and earrings, but doesn't look very tough until you look at his thick arms. He is tall, but not too too tall, standing at six foot one exactly. He's kind of skinny, but absolutely nowhere near scrawny. He may look a little old for his age, but sure doesn't act it. He has a blond (originally dark brown) fauxhawk, but he lets it grow long every once in a while just because.

I LIKE HOW YOUR MIND WORKS, BABY.

likes: his music, girls, sports, messing around, telling jokes, having fun, laughing, making people laugh, food, his job(s), his tattoos, his piercings, when people actually understand his jokes, writing music,

dislikes: his parents, their money, edmund's death, showing off, being left out, being put down, drugs, alchohol, not being trusted, gay people, jokes about suicide and depression,

fears: someone finding out he's really rich, never being discovered as a musician, losing himself, never having a real friend who truly cares about him for being him, never meeting the love of his life

habits: bouncing up and down, bursting out in random laughter, nervous chuckle when he's scared

strengths: music, physical strength, high IQ, loyalty, tries to be everyone's friend, always able to think of a beat and lyrics to a song when someone complains they can't remember it

weakness: blonde. not the hair color. someone in need, a really really pretty girl, thoughtless.

goals: to become a professional musician, travel the world in ninety days, donate a million dollars to starving orphans of his own hard work, to breathe underwater (>.>

secret: actually filthy rich, hates his money though, never been kissed, all of his songs have a meaning to his own life, sometimes silently cries himself to sleep, sleeps with a teddy bear named "Toodles" because he can't sleep without him. he keeps him hidden under his bed.

personality:

mu-si-cian[myoo-zish-uhn]--noun
1. a person who makes music a profession, esp. as a performer of music.

You can't keep him from his music. It's impossible, because he always has a song in his head and has the uncanny knack of remembering songs at the drop of a hat. He can play the guitar, drums, piano, harmonica and trumpet, and he can sing. And, he does all of them often, and is very skilled at them all as well. One Saturday lost his iPod and didn't leave his room until he found it.... in the freezer... But it still worked, after being defrosted carefully and dried with loving, gentle hands.

jok-er[joh-ker]--noun
1. a person who jokes.

He is the guy that cracks a joke at the height of drama, and (at least tries) to lighten the atmosphere. He has the best scense of humor.. but he always laughs a lot more and a lot harder than most people do at the stupidest jokes. He's random and adorably naive to most perverted jokes, he just laughs most of the time because everyone else does and he doesn't want to be left out.

jock[jok]--noun
2. Informal. an athlete.

He loves sports. They keep him busy and his attention occupied, and it's a good way to burn off all that energy. He isn't competitive and doesn't care if his teams win or lose (though it's nice to win,) as long as he had fun out there and played his best, like his nannies always taught him.

sweet-heart[sweet-hahrt]--noun
4. Informal. a generous, friendly person.

This is honest-to-goodness, genuinely true. He is one of the nicest people out there, and the only reason it isn't one of his cliques is because he's a little thoughtless at times and doesn't realize that someone besides himself is in pain. But when he does realize it, he is there for you and will stick with you till the end ....or until you turn around and stab him in the back. He tries his hardest to pay attention to other's feelings, but he'll start thinking about other things and forget about it completely until they bring it up. He'd give the shirt off his back if a hobo asked for it, and he has, a few times actually. He's very gullible, will believe practically anything you tell him. Not everything.. but a lot of things.

hy-per[hahy-per]--adjective
1. overexcited; overstimulated; keyed up.

You know that kid who's always hyped up on caffine like coffee or any other kind of sugar? That kid who just jumps up and down to try and blow off steam but it rarely ever works? Yes, you do? Well, that kid is Will. He has never fallen asleep in class, because one sip of coffee and he is w i d e awake for the rest of the day. Then at the latest, midnight, he drops like a rock and sleeps till his alarm clock wakes him up. Unless he has had extra sugar, then he's awake for who knows how long.

tough[tuhf]--noun
5. capable of great endurance; sturdy; hardy.

Every day is a little bit harder. He tries to stay strong, but he's not sure what would make life any easier. He was raised that drugs and alchohol were VERY, VERY BAD and HE SHOULD NEVER USE THEM, and he's stuck to that with the same childish fear that he would get in trouble. Besides, he's better than that. He just.. doesn't know why people do what they do to him. He tries to be people's friend, but he ends up hurt and alone because they used him or just left and forgot him. But nonetheless, he doggedly continues.

vin-dic-tive[vin-dik-tiv]--adjective
1. disposed or inclined to revenge; vengeful.

As rarely as Will ever loses his temper, when he does he won't stop until he's gotten revenge. Or just yelled at them until he wasn't mad anymore. But he doesn't like yelling at people.. so most of the time, it's revenge. Mostly his "Revenge" consists of silly kiddish pranks like putting shaving cream on someone's hand and tickling them until it's all over their face, or something. Yeah, it's nothing huge, but that's about as bad as it gets for him.

YOU MIND IF WE GET A LITTLE PHYSICAL, LOVE?

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sexuality: totally straight
turn ons:

• girls playing with their hair.
  
• a great sense of humor.
  
• musician, or at least likes his music.
  
• he likes them a little nerdy, actually.
  

turn offs:

• clingy-ness
  
• thinking they're better than him.
  
• not laughing at his jokes.
  
• overly-flirty, mostly when he doesn't realize what they're trying to do.
  

SO WHAT'S YOUR STORY? WHIP OUT YOUR WALLET LET’S SEE SOME PICTURES!

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mother: Arielle Winters Gemma Knight, forty eight
father: James WintersEmmett Knight, fifty
siblings: Edmund Winters, would be twenty six, deceased
spouse: n/a
children: n/a
other relatives: none too important. scattered aunts and uncles, grandparents.
pets: Rosco, mutt from the pound
hometown: Los Angeles, CA
current residence: Hershey, PA
history:

Galahad William Winters was born on a stormy night in Los Angeles, to James and Arielle Winters. Or, better known as Emmett and Gemma Knight, their stage names. So when "Galahad" was announced to the world, he was announced as Galahad Knight, second born of the famous actor and actress. Their oldest child's name was Edmund, an eight year old who was immediately attached to his younger brother. Galahad never felt really loved by his parents, and that was probably because he wasn't. They were always gone and he was always left with his brother and a nanny. He grew to pretend like he didn't mind, and found that laughter was the best medicine for a broken heart at a very early age.

He and his brother, even if he was younger by eight and a half years, were always very close, and always played harmless and loving jokes towards their nanny, Helena White. They were like a little family, except no mother and father.. just Helena. Helena brought them to church every Sunday, and as their parents didn't care more or less what happened to them, they recieved no complaint. Galahad was therefore brought up as a Christian and has stuck to that religion for all of his life. He was ten when he read the book with his namesake and decided he wasn't going be known as Galahad any longer because frankly, he didn't like the character. And, it sounded really weird.

His parents brought him with them to premieres as Galahad Knight, however, and they didn't care that he didn't want to go, or Edmund, either. When William turned thirteen, his parents announced that both of their boys wanted to live on their own and would no longer be coming with them to events unless it was by their own choice. Not to disappoint, but it wasn't ever to happen again. At about this point, Edmund was twenty one, and dating an amazing woman named Candace Greene. At twenty two, he married her. They had a girl named Janie and they were madly in love until one day, when Edmund was home with a cold, Janie and Candace were in a car wreck. Edmund and William went to the hospital as fast as they could, but it was already too late.

Candace and Janie were dead.

Edmund went into a depression, and Will couldn't really blame him. He tried to help out as much as he could, but nothing really seemed to help. William still lived with Helena, and after Edmund's wife and child died, he moved back in with them. Finally, the poor man couldn't take it any longer. When Will was sixteen, Edmund committed suicide. He had jumped off of a bridge and broken his neck, and at the same time, Will's heart. He knew now what Edmund had gone through, but he was stronger than his twenty four year old brother. He refused to commit suicide. He buried himself in his music. He wrote a song about it all, named Zero. ^{© Hawk Nelson}

Two months later, Helena died. That made it worse. Depressed and trying to hide it, he didn't know what to do with himself. His parents sent him to Divinity Academy, where he now goes as William Winters, his real name. Well, except for the first part. He won't answer to Gallahad anymore. So far no one has recognised him as the teeny thirteen year old from the Oscars, now that he's tougher, older, and taller by about two feet. He's hoping no one will, either.

It's been tough, the last two years, with people breaking his heart over and over again over pettish things, but he's learned he's got to keep holding on. He has to, or else he knows he's going to fall apart. He's just got to try a little harder every day, but every time he hears someone say "Edmund" he gets a lump in his throat. Which might seem odd for the loud, hyper, and excitable class clown, but it's true.

He's just a really good actor.

IS THAT ALL WE NEED TO KNOW?

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Anna's head flew up when she recognised the voice that was speaking. She knew that voice. "Katy!" She squealed, throwing her arms around her, too. She hadn't seen her best friend in FOREVER. Okay, weeks, but practically forever. She nodded at her friend's explanation and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I know." She said, exhasperated. She scratched Joe behind the ears, right where he liked it, and his leg kicked against her chest, a sure sign that he was loving the attention.

She looked back up at her friend, smiling a little. She and Katy were roomies, but they hardly saw one another anymore because of Katy's work. That really sucked, because Anna had absolutely nothing to do when she was done with her homework, because, it only took thirty minutes to dog-walk, she only worked tuesdays and fridays at the country club, and babysitting was just whenever someone was out and happened to think of her. And running around as Chance was losing it's valor. She'd been out as an alter ego for what, four years? And still, no one knew who she was. Well, hardly anyone did. Kind of saddening. But, at least she wasn't Batman, or The Speeding Bullet, or someone, because then she'd be on every tabloid around. She wasn't big on pictures, as herself OR Chance.

Katelyn asked what she'd been doing lately, and to be honest, it wasn't much. She tilted her head to the side, pursing her lips in thought. "Well.. nothing." She said finally, shrugging. "Homework, work.. I'm the same boring old Anna." She grinned, shaking her head and continuing to pet Joe subconciously. "And you? How's work?" She asked. Katie had such an awesome job. But Anna knew, she wouldn't be able to draw like that if her life depended on it, much less draw like that. She couldn't even sing that well, in her opinion.

A sudden gust of wind hit, and Anna's long brown hair flew all over the place. Oh, crap, she thought angrily at herself as she set Joe down on the concrete again and stepped on his leash so he wouldn't take off for that tree again, and fumbled around for a ponytail, which she found two minutes after. She looked around anxiously, hoping nobody besides Katie had seen her hair like that. Thankfully, there were no cute guys laughing at her that she could see; so, she was good for now. She chuckled a little at herself for caring so much about what guys thought, she wasn't interested anyway, right? Right.

She grinned and picked Joe's leash back up so that she wasn't choking him anymore, and put her cold hands in her pockets. It was September, and she'd had her birthday a week or so ago. Eighteen years old already. Her mom got all sentimental over the phone, but Chelsea hadn't even talked to her. She hadn't really even had a birthday party, but that was absolutely fine with her. She hated being the center of attention, with everyone staring at her expectantly. Expecially when she didn't like something, then she had this huge grin plastered on her face, going, "It's so.. interesting!" So, birthday party was out. She didn't do anything interesting, either. Just went out to eat with a few friends, and she wasn't even sure if half of them knew that it was her birthday.

"Oh, yes, let's get dressed up for absolutely no reason {because, you know it's nobody's birthday} and go out to eat to this ridiculously expensive resturaunt because EVERYONE knows Anna can afford it!" She had thought sarcastically, but had had fun anyway. And now, she was lost in thought and had completely zoned out on her best friend. Her eyes snapped open and she shook her head as if to clear the thoughts just in time to hear the reply, holding back a snicker of laughter at herself. She always did this.. every time..

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TAGG;; KATY !
CREDiT;; me ! that's why it sucks
WORD COUNT;; 662
COMMENTS;; Mel told me it was September so i just made up when in September.. lol.. if this doesn't make any sense just forgive me lol
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