Post by Erik Van Devereux on Mar 28, 2009 15:52:20 GMT -7
LADiES && GENTLEMEN MAY I INTRODUCE TO YOU,,
Erik VAN Devereux !
Erik VAN Devereux !
[/center]alright, so you can call me Ben and i have been kicking it in Cali! for 15 summers. i’m pulling the strings of just this one and only puppet and they go by …Oh this is awkward…! 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 troyjien500 <<<AIM, no problem!
LETS JUST COVER THE BASICS, ALRIGHT?
full name: Erik Van Devereux
how do we pronounce that?: Erik Van Devrew
nicknames: Van
age & birthday: 17; April Seventeenth
grade: Senior
occupation: Nooone
what kind of money you making?: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUpper class (gotta love the rich-uncles)
ethnicity: Caucasian
face claim: Boyd Holbrook
appearance: Van tends to keep up with the appearance that he personally finds attractive on himself. Back in the ‘real world’, he would wear anything from tight jeans and a leather jacket, to a designer shirt and pair of jeans. He didn’t let a word like ‘prep’ or ‘punk’ define himself, and because of that, he was never limited to a single clique’s appearance.
With a height of six feet, Van hasn’t been called short since sixth grade, and even then it was only from some of his older friends who had gone through a growth spurt. However, with his height, he’s found that he hasn’t really been intimidated by many people based on their heights. This is something that he finds relatively refreshing, considering that there are so many ways to be insecure now-a-days, Van finds it nice to not have to worry about one of them.
I LIKE HOW YOUR MIND WORKS, BABY.
likes: Snowboarding
Snow (in general)
Cold whether
Rain
Thunderstorms
The Bears
The Cubs
The White Sox
The Bulls
Chicago
Music
Carry Grant
‘The Duke’
Drinking
Partying
Compliments (who doesn’t?)
Showing off
dislikes: Stupidity
Conformity
Hypocrisy
Liars
People who are too judgmental
That idiot in front of you in line who orders ‘one big mac, no pickle, no onion, no ketchup, no mustard, no…’
The nickel-to-dime ratio
Math
Clingy people
People who ask too many questions about him
fears: Heights (somehow, snowboarding was an exception)
Clowns
Masks
Closed spaces
habits: Taps his fingers when he’s nervous.
Bites his lower lip when he’s thinking hard.
He’ll make hand gestures that have little if any relevance to what he’s talking about.
Doesn't make great eye-contact if he doesn't like a person.
Scratches the back of his neck if he's insecure about something.
Smokes about a pack every other week.
strengths: Persuading people
A rather quick and good memory
Snowboarding
Playing Guitar
Romancing
weakness: A quick temper
Unable to accept a simple answer. He needs to have an elaborate reason for everything he does, or has done to him.
Erik isn’t the most ‘honest’ person around.
Immature "That's what she said" Jokes. He can't help telling them
His fear of heights.
goals: To be accepted by his parents…
To find companionship…
secret(s): The whole ‘kicked out of the Junior-Olympic team’
personality: Van has a rather boyish charm to him that seems to only attract either elderly grandmothers, or young children. Ironically enough, he really doesn’t enjoy the company of either. One smells bad, is always trying to pinch his cheeks, and the other had high voices, persistently poked his side when they wanted something, or had too small of hands. Small hands creep out Van. The boyish charm, though, has gotten him out of trouble on more than one occasion. In fact, it has even gotten him out of jail, without bail on one particularly blurry experience.
Van’s always had the kind of attitude that made him argue with teachers. Perhaps it was because they were an authority figure who ‘demanded respect’, perhaps it was just him taking the adolescent stereotype to an extreme, or maybe the teachers were all just wrong. But regardless of how the arguments started or were caused, one thing was for sure. You can always count on Van to get himself kicked out of class for debating an opinion with a teacher.
Van is also a skater. Whether he’s sneaking into a ‘currently under construction’ house, to use the empty pool in the back, or just riding down streets, while swerving away from cars. Van doesn’t know exactly when he started skating. He would guess it had something to do with the absence of snow…so he would guess sometime in Middle School. However, he isn’t as passionate about skating as some of the other kids he’s met. He used to do it as a ‘down time’ sort of thing when he couldn’t be on the snow. Now, he finds himself skating more and more, since he is currently without a guarantee that he will be doing much snowboarding.
YOU MIND IF WE GET A LITTLE PHYSICAL, LOVE?
[/CENTER]sexuality:Straight
turn ons: Lip-Biting
Skirts
‘Bad Girl’ personas
Someone who’s down to earth
A girl shorter than him.
turn offs:
Bad teeth
Someone who gets mad over little things.
Someone who has to ALWAYS be moving
Fakers
People who don’t hold their friends in high esteem.
SO WHAT'S YOUR STORY? WHIP OUT YOUR WALLET LET’S SEE SOME PICTURES!
[/CENTER]mother: Renee Devereux (41
father:Araris Devereux (42
siblings: None
spouse: none
children: none
other relatives:His Uncle Peter
pets:None.
hometown:Chicago
current residence: He lives with his uncle, in a large house just outside the city.
history: Araris and Renee, both inheriting in their own right, promised to each other after marrying that they would not simply mooch off of their parents. Instead, they both took high-demanding jobs, reaping the benefits of their large income. After buying a very large house in the suburbs of Chicago, Araris and Renee settled down enough to decide they were ready to have a child.
And so, young Erik was brought into the world. Both his parents loved him dearly, though neither could spare much time to give the young toddler much affection. This left Erik to be brought up by the maids, and family friends of the Burrens. Erik never really resented his parents for this. He respected that they had two very demanding jobs that they had dedicated themselves to. He did, however, find it rather…unfortunate. But still, he never held this against either of them.
He did, to some extent however, exploit it. With their vast amount of money, he was able to get large amounts of it on a whim. One of his earliest passions was Snowboarding. He had been able to convince his father to buy him every item one would possibly need for snowboarding; keep in mind, this was in the middle of summer. When the snow began to fall, and Araris tried to get the young and stubborn Erik out of the house, and onto the slopes, Erik put up a bit of a fight, insisting that he no longer wanted to snowboard. Araris, however, was never one to openly throw away well over eight hundred dollars. After forcing his son into the snow, Erik quickly realized his passion for it, and allowed himself to become engulfed in the sport.
His other early passion, was Music. It started with just going nuts at a CD store, buying dozens of cd’s at a time, and eventually led to Erik buying himself a guitar, as well as private lessons. He began to learn quickly, and has always kept the habit of practicing his guitar often, keeping his skills in check.
Erik competed in many Snowboarding tournaments growing up, and when he turned fourteen, he flew out to Colorado, and joined the Junior Olympic team. It was there that he stayed for the better part of the year, occasionally traveling for competitions, though mainly just practicing for what he had assured himself to be his calling. After turning sixteen, the pressures of keeping up with the competition became too much for Erik. He inevitably succumb to steroid usage, which he was assured by his friends, would never be checked. After all, there were over fifty kids, and they had never heard of anyone being kicked out just for using a bit of the juice.
Evidently, that kid was quite wrong. Erik found himself being tested shortly after out-performing not only all of the competition, but also Erik’s own best times. Finding the enhancing drug in his blood, he was kicked out, and sent back to his hometown near Chicago, and had to suffer the anguish of seeing his parents disappointed looks. Despite the fact that it was mid-semester, Erik was sent away to live with his uncle, his parents saying that ‘it would be best for everyone.’
They tried to convince him that it had something to do with his uncles health, but Erik knew this to be a farce. After all, it wasn’t as though Erik really was in the company of his uncle very often. He was a rich man, who had business all around the world, all the time. So he was almost always off on either a business trip, or a cruise that he would conveniently forget to ask if Erik had any interest in joining him on.
Erik attended the local school since then, and is now in his Senior year of highschool. Although he has quite the chip on his shoulder, and acts rebellious towards forms of authority, his grades clearly portray quite the ‘honor student’. Shortly after getting to the school, Erik joined the football team, and got ‘in’ with the elites. Since, he’s gotten close to them, but he does his best not to let the social hierarchy position get to his head. He still has yet to tell anyone why he moved, or anything about the snowboarding.
IS THAT ALL WE NEED TO KNOW?
[/CENTER]member title: White Chocolate & Hershey’s Bliss
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impress me, baby: Erik sat, relaxed into his bed, as he watched the TV above his bed. He wasn’t paying too much attention, he was making a playlist on his iPod, and was more concerned with that. However, the white noise that the TV provided him was very appreciated, all things considered. Usually, Erik would just listen to the music while he made playlists, but he found that he would get distracted, and want to listen to the whole song that he planned to enter into said playlist. This would usually lead him to getting no further into the playlist than two or three songs, and he would be stuck with an unorganized iPod for the entire day. This, Erik could not live with.
So, one would understand that Erik didn’t realize that the TV had changed channels while he wasn’t paying attention. It had gone from some talk show host with whom he had heard was a lesbian, to reruns from the previous years Snowboarding Championship. It took Erik to recognize some of the terminology being used by the announcers, and when he finally looked up, he saw that someone he recognized was going down the slopes. In fact, it was his old roommate from when he was involved in the Junior Olympic team. The one who had convinced him that he should use steroids. The one who gave him steroids. And the one who was now on his way to the Olympics.
Erik couldn’t handle the sense of unjust karma he got from watching the competition. He reached for his remote, and clicked the power button. Nothing happened. The battery’s must have been dead. Erik’s thoughts hadn’t quite gotten that far. Rather than sensibly standing up and turning the TV off, Erik threw the remote at the screen. Fortunately for all concerned, Erik never was good at baseball. The remote hit the wall a few inches next to the TV, and bounced to the floor. Annoyed now, Erik stood up, turned the TV off, and returned to his iPod. His playlist, which he was going to make with the intention of being up-beat and motivational for a work out, had suddenly turned into one filled with angry punk songs from a lost generation. Perhaps he should have been checked into the hospital for anger management, as opposed to depression, drug abuse, and alcoholism.
That was what was occupying Erik’s time when he heard a knock at his door. “Come in.” He called back. He wondered if another patient had heard the remote being thrown, and came to see if he was okay. That seemed a bit less likely than an nurse or doctor coming to make sure he hadn’t tried hanging himself. Again. Luckily, if this was a doctor’s visit, he would find no drugs in Erik’s possession. Not this time, anyway. He had gotten in trouble a few weeks before when he had managed to get his friend to smuggle in some Vicodin. After going two days in Solitary Confinement, Erik had managed to get past that urge.
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