Post by Kendall Sawyer McCarter on Aug 13, 2010 2:14:15 GMT -5
Full name: Kendall Sawyer McCarter
Age: 16
Birthday: August 31st
Original or Canon?: Original
Face Claim: Alessandro de Marco
Why You are here: KM is here because he has trouble getting along with people and has stolen some stuff. He's been fined for speeding and he is very introverted. He has no life out of electronics and has had some trouble paying any attention to either of his parents. Oh, and he's very stubborn and refuses to do any hard work.
Riding Experience: Extreme Beginner
Riding Interest: Kendall has never seen a horse except on TV.
Favorite Breed: He doesn't care.
Appearance:
Kendall Sawyer McCarter has an interesting look for someone who has to sit at Willow Brooke Correctional Facility. He has long brown hair that the emos have and he has tanned, but white skin. He seems almost pale all the time. His lips are full and his eyes are a dark brown. His teeth are white and mostly straight. His nose is a little big for his face but not noticeably so. He's got a few freckles on the right side of his prominent face. He looks three years older than he really is. His hands are big and he's got some muscle but not a whole lot. Kendall wears faded jeans, t-shirts, and vans (shoes). He doesn't wear much else. Kendall is always clean and well-groomed. He hates the dirt. He can almost always be seen playing video games, sitting on the internet, or playing with his blackberry storm for verizon wireless. He stands at six feet tall and is still currently growing.[/blockquote]
Likes:(at least three)
- Video Games
- Money
- Being Lazy
Dislikes:(at least three)
- Working Hard
- Animals of any kind
- Getting dirty
Personality Traits:
- Lazy: Kendall doesn't care much for going outside and getting some exercise.
- Rude: He'll cuss anyone out. He doesn't care about anyone else... Or so he thinks.
- Smart: He's smart enough to keep from doing the really bad stuff and he can do well in school if he sits down and sets his mind to it.
- Know-It-All: He thinks he knows all and that he is god.
- Introverted: He doesn't let people get close to him... Not even remotely. He has no sense of compassion as far as he's concerned.
- Clean: He can't stand dirt in the least and he doesn't like to go outside and get his hands dirty.
- Dependant: He's dependant on electronics and can't live without them, or so he thinks.
- Hateful: Kendall McCarter thinks he hates everything and it's hard to change his mind.
- Liar: He's a liar through and through. He'll steal and say his best friend did it.
- Compassionate: Deep down, Kendall is compassionate and would love to get close enough to something or somebody that he could just talk his heart out forever. He doesn't know this though.
Family Tree:
- Father: James Benjamin McCarter • 42 • Actor
- Mother: Laycee Corinne McCarter • 41 • Actor
- Siblings: Benjamin James McCarter • 16 • Actor
- Uncle: KC Neophyte McCarter • 36 • Rancher
- Aunt: Carlee Anne McCarter • 34 • 1st Grade Teacher
Hometown: Los Angeles, California
History:
Kendall Sawyer McCarter and Benjamin James McCarter were born to James Benjamin McCarter and Laycee Corinne McCarter on August 31st. Both James and Laycee were extremely famous actors so they figured their twin sons would also be famous actors. Kendall and Benjamin were both famous babies and their pictures were in magazines. They were totally cute babies and identical to the dot. Unfortunately, James was one of those guys who chose a favorite baby and had chosen Benjamin as his favorite child before they were even named. Benjamin was Jimmy's pride and joy and Kendall was just... There. Laycee and James and many places to be and movies to star in so Kendall and Benjamin were put in daycare every day. Benjamin blossomed in the attention but Kendall disliked the attention as a child. Laycee decided that Kendall would grow out of this. Of course, James had to nickname his children. Kendall became KM and Benjamin became Mini Binji. Kendall only got called KM because of his initials. Ben liked his name and would refuse to go by anything else. Kendall answered to Kendall, KM, McCarter, and Kim. James had started calling Kendall Kim when he was just two years old because Kendall was extremely hesitant.[/blockquote]
At the age of five, Kendall and Benjamin were placed in an acting school. They got many stares just because of who their parents were. Mini Binji again blossomed in the classes but little KM got scared and had extreme stage fright. He didn't want to act and he didn't want to be at the school. He was teased and was told that he would never be as good as his brother. At first, KM was okay with Benjamin being the star. He was okay being in Mini Binji's shadow. He was only five after all. After a while though, it took it's toll on KM. He didn't like his brother; he didn't like being told that he was nothing compared to his family. He begged his father to put him in another school for writing or something but James refused. KM was going to have to deal with a school that focused on acting and only did the other classes because it was required by law. KM hated the other kids and he hated his brother with a passion. KM hated James Benjamin McCarter the most though. He was only five and he hated his father with a fiery hate. He got into trouble and tried to get himself kicked out of this school. James beat him for it because he didn't want his reputation ruined by Kendall. James didn't like his own son but Laycee loved KM. Laycee kept him safe and comforted him. She loved Benjamin too. Laycee was the perfect mother and KM loved her. Benjamin didn't even so much glance at her. Benjamin and James were on a team. Laycee had no team. Kendall Sawyer McCarter was on his own team. It was KM against Jimmy and Mini Binji.
All through elementary school in that terrible acting school, Kendall McCarter was made fun of and teased. He was called Kim most of the time because it came out in the magazine that Kendall was often called Kim. Some called him KM but most just called him Kim. He loathed the nickname but he tried to get along with the people who hated him. It obviously didn't work out but he tried his best anyway. Finally, Kendall was sent to a private school. He made friends and he got close to people. When James noticed that he was making the same amount of friends as Benjamin, he transferred him back to the acting school, thinking that "Kim" was finally blossoming into the son that he would actually be proud of. Kendall immediately panicked and became an introvert. He began to lie and steal but he didn't get caught very often. He never stole big stuff. Middle school made him worse and he stayed away from every single person that he could. He was stuck in that acting school and he only did well in the core classes that were required. He was doing well in English, Math, Science, and History. He loved those classes and he did famously well in English Class. He did famously terrible in all the electives that he had been forced to take. As a freshman, he got into quite a bit of trouble and learned to drive that year. While he was driving with James in the passenger seat, he sped and he got pulled over. KM was starting to steal bigger stuff that was noticeably gone.
James Benjamin McCarter talked to Laycee Corinne McCarter and they decided that Kendall was getting too be a bad child, a troubled teen. It was decided that he needed a change of lifestyle and maybe needed to think about calling someone to send him away to country life for a while and see how he did. At home, all he was doing was playing video games, sitting at his laptop, or playing with his phone. He never went outside and Mini Binji had tried to get him to come out but "Kim" always refused. He just sat in his room all day. James called his brother, KC Neophyte McCarter, and his wife, Carlee Anne McCarter. They lived in Brooke Haven, Montana and that was when KC told James about Willow Brooke. James decided that it would be a good idea to send Kendall there whether he liked dirt and stuff or not. Laycee agreed that Kendall needed to step away from his life in the city and with his precious electronics and learn what real life was for some people. KM was told that he was going to Montana to go to a place away from his parents. KM was enthusiastic about this idea.
He was enthusiastic about the idea up until he learned that he was not staying with his uncle... He was staying at Willow Brooke with a bunch of dirt and horses, one of the animals that could hurt you or cover you in disgusting things. KM decided right then that they could not make him do anything.
Nickname: Just call me Kendall
Age: Fifteen
Years of RP Experience: four and a half
Other Characters: N/A
RP Sample [must be 3 good paragraphs]:
off another site. it's almost 3,000 words.
Aug 10, 2010 15:27:58 GMT -5 @xander said:
Darien Edward Stryder decided that he hated this school. There was nothing to like. It was a simple school and his adoptive parents thought he was going to do well here. Well Darien might do well academically, but he was not going to do well socially. Obviously, the Stryders knew that because Officer Sterling was here with him. He squared out his shoulders and stood there in the middle of the hall, still staring at his map. He finally found his dorm on the map and it was clear out of the way. It was as far away from other people as you could get. He stared at it for a moment and then looked at his schedule which showed him the room numbers. They were all pretty clumped together which made Darien unhappy. He wanted the exercise and sitting in English, Science, History, etc. was not going to give him any exercise at all. He glared at it for a moment and then suddenly Officer Sterling was putting his hand on Darien's shoulder again. Darien shook it off and spoke, "Quit sticking your hand on my shoulder look you're my father. 'Cause you're not. My dad's a bastard." It was true, his father was a bastard and Darien didn't even consider him dad but he used that word so that people didn't get confused. Darien Stryder considered himself homeless. The Stryders weren't really his parents but they were trying to be. He didn't want them to be. He wanted to live with them but he didn't want them to treat him like their son... Or pretend to. They didn't love him enough to try to break him and keep him at home. They were afraid of him and that made Darien lose all respect for them. When the Stryders had adopted him, they had promised that they would love him unconditionally. They didn't.
The school was too plain... And there was too many people who thought they were better than him. That made Darien mad. He didn't want to be peers with a bunch of people who thought they owned the world and were above the rules because they were rich or beautiful. Most of them seemed like that's how they would be and Darien was going to help them see differently. Darien was the strongest here. Darien was the most cruel and he would gain respect within a week if he was judging most everybody correctly. Officer Sterling spoke quietly, "Are we going to go find your dorm or something?" Darien turned around and said, "No. I want to stand here and get my bearings right, okay?" Max stopped speaking and looked away. The school was squeaky clean which was a plus. It wasn't super crowded but it was crowded enough to make him feel uncomfortable. There were a lot of jocks and big muscly guys which Darien decided were arrogant and too confident in themselves. He looked at one guy and decided he was a man whore. Most of the girls here looked the same. Sparkly white teeth, blonde hair, blue eyes, super tan skin that made them look unhealthy. Darien wasn't one to talk on looking healthy though. He had scars all over his back that not even his adoptive parents had seen. Only Rafaello and his biological father had seen his scars/mutilated back. Everybody was whispering and Darien assumed they were gossipping about somebody and a lot of people here were probably curious as to whether Darien could actually hospitalize the jock, that had spoke to him rudely, in under five minutes. Well if he had to prove it, he would. Darien refused to take other people's crap around here.
Darien wanted to go back to Military School. He hadn't minded Military School. He hadn't had people gossipping about him and backstabbing him. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to live here for a full year and he didn't want to deal with stupid people. He didn't want to deal with the stupid teachers here that didn't know what Darien Stryder was capable of doing. He didn't want to deal with the stupid giggly girls that thought their lives were terrible if their boyfriend broke up with them and resorted to cutting themselves if their parents decided to ground them for a year. He didn't want to deal with the kids that thought their lives were terrible because the other kids teased them with words and thought suicide was the only way out. Darien had been through a lot and it was difficult for him to be sympathetic to these sort of people. Darien had never even tried suicide or thought about it. He'd never cut himself because he had plenty of scars already. Most of these kids would break under the pressure of his past if they were suddenly put in it. He doubted any of these kids knew what real pain and real loss was. That comforted Darien and made him feel good. He felt like he was the only one who had felt the real hell in this world. Darien was the only one who could handle what he had felt before. He was the only one who liked to feel pain because it made him stronger. He didn't like it because it made him suffer. He liked it because it made him stronger. Darien wouldn't mind being whipped on his back some more because it would make him stronger than the person whipping him. He was stronger than Rafaello and always would be. Darien could not be broken unless he wanted to be broken.
Darien looked down at his map and then decided he was not going to turn up in class unless he got bored. He put his suitcase down for a moment and folded his map and schedule and pocketed them. He wanted to listen to his Ipod but he wasn't going to just because this was school and he wanted to be able to hear a teacher if he was being talked to. He wanted to be able to hear the gossipping that was being done about him and some other kids that he didn't know. Darien didn't want to get to know anybody here though. He didn't see anybody worth getting to know so far. He might find someone with a similar past and that person would be worth getting to know but so far, all he saw was a bunch of preps that all had the same personality as far as he could tell. What happened to creativity here? What happened to being different was okay? Of course, it wasn't okay at Military School unless you were sleeping but a normal school was supposed to be okay with differences. They were all the same. All the different groups acted and talked the same way. How annoying. Darien would never fit in with any of them but that was just fine with him. The way he looked at it was, they didn't fit it with him. He did not want to rule the school, he wanted the year to be over so he could go back home. He wasn't going to be able to graduate because he was so far behind. Juvenile Hall had taken it's course and put him behind though he didn't care about that either. He was hoping to join the Military when he was eighteen which wasn't too far away. Then he was out of here and would never have to deal with the crap people that whined all the time. Darien refused to whine though he knew if anybody here lost their cell-phone, they'd be depressed for a week or so. People were dumb.
Darien wanted water. His mouth was dry and his tongue felt like rubber. He just wanted a bottle of water and he spotted a water fountain but there were like... Ten people were surrounding it and staring at him with a cold glare. He stared right back with an expressionless face. He wished he saw in black and white rather than color. Some kid was bright yellow shoes that hurt his eyes they were so bright. He closed his eyes peacefully and Officer Sterling spoke again, "I got released but I have to bug you so that I can hear whatever you're doing. You have to keep it on unless you're showering for the rest of the year and you have to tell us you're showering so that we don't think you're just taking it off." Darien rolled his light blue eyes and replied, "Okay. All year long though? Is there a way I can get it off? At all?" Max replied, "The only way to get it off is if you make a friend that is a proven good kid." Darien raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Yippee." The sarcasm was just dripping in his voice. Max pulled out a little black thing and attached it to the back of Darien's neck so that it was unseen. It was very small and now Darien was officially bugged and the law could hear everything he said. Great. There was no way he was going to be able to get this off because Darien didn't get along with the nerds or the "good" kids anywhere. So he was stuck with this thing so he had no privacy for the rest of the school year and possibly longer. Fan-fucking-tastic. He didn't like this idea at all. "Who gave you the orders to do this?" Max looked down at his feet apologetically and spoke, "Your parents." Darien sighed loudly and said, "Figures. Anyway, you've bugged me and now you can leave." Double meaning was intended.
Officer Sterling walked off and gazed at Darien for a full two minutes when he reached the door and then disappeared. Now Darien was on his own, and he preferred it that way. But he wasn't really on his own. The cops could hear every breath, step, and drink he took. How weird was that? They weren't REALLY there but they were at the same time. Darien Stryder did not like this idea and he didn't want to have that. Looks like he was going to have to make friends with a proven "good" kid. Yippeedee doo dah. That was going to be difficult because he wasn't friendly and he didn't want to deal with people who were giggly. Darien was picky when it came to friends. His blue eyes scanned and suddenly the brown haired girl that he had labeled rich snob decided to try to help him. Why the hell did he need the office? "ch brauche das Amt aber dank sowieso." He had slipped into the German Language without even realizing it and then he said something in French because he didn't appreciate her assuming he needed to be sitting in the office with the principal. How DARE she think that. "L'enfer être avec vous." That meant hell be with you and he wasn't going to translate for her so hopefully she knew someone who knew French or she spoke French herself. He considered that idea. He could see her being able to speak French. Now he was sort of showing off and some kids gazed at him with a confused but awed look. German was a beautiful language in Darien's opinion and he used it when he wanted to cuss at a teacher without them knowing what he was saying to them. Hmmm. Darien played with the idea that he might not be allowed to say cuss words on school grounds. He didn't ask.
Darien didn't like this girl and he doubted that he ever would. She assumed a lot and he didn't like people that assumed a lot. It wasn't like he was always causing trouble. Yes, he could take people down and wouldn't hesitate, but that didn't mean he did it for the fun of it. Darien didn't enjoy hospitalizing people. He wasn't that sadistic but he was pretty sadistic. He imagined different ways of killing people with in his head just for the fun of it. That was a skill he had learned in Mexico and in Military School. He could always seem like there was no emotion at all even if there was. He could hide anger everywhere except in his eyes. He could hide the fact that he was getting ready to murder a person and that was what scared people most. At least that's what Darien Stryder thought. He knew if he were a cowardly kid that had never experienced anything worse that heartbreak, he'd be terrified of himself. That again proved the point that he didn't belong her; he, instead, belonged in an asylum but the Stryders didn't know that. Even if they did, he doubted they would send him to one. They'd probably just send him to a shrink six times a week. A shrink wasn't going to help. Nobody was going to help him. Darien couldn't be helped. He was a monster for the rest of his life. It didn't matter how hard anyone tried, Darien would stay a monster. A demon in human's skin. He feared, not the other kids, but for the other kids' lives. He didn't want to hurt them but his temper controlled his life and since he could take down someone in under five minutes, he was even more dangerous. He was surprised all the kids that were still here, were still here and not clearing out. Then again... They probably didn't believe that the cop was there to protect them. The jock probably stuck the idea that the cop was there to protect Darien. That made him want to scoff. Darien Edward Stryder didn't need protecting.
They would learn eventually or they wouldn't. Either way, Darien didn't care. He just wanted to get to class and he had lunch right now. He didn't want to eat anything 'cause he doubted this place had decent food. Guess he'd figure it out. He pulled his map out and looked for the lunch room. He found it easily, considering it was one of the biggest rooms in this place. He looked up and found the hall he was supposed to head down. He wondered if he'd get in trouble if he skipped out on lunch. Probably not. Hmmm. He did need to drop his stuff off in his dorm and get his books from his teachers. He also needed to check if his locker worked right because if it didn't, he was going to request a new locker. The idea of a crappy locker didn't fly with him. This semester, he had gym which excited him. He loves gym because it gave him a chance to excel where some kids exceled and others didn't. He didn't want to go to gym to show off. He just wanted to excel and get some exercise. He did want to prove that he was good for something even if it wasn't really useful in the real world unless you were a pro athlete... Or in the Military. He had no reason to stay and try to create a normal lifestyle for himself here. He could just work in the Military and be sadistic there. That was the job... To kill the opposing country. Darien could do that without blinking twice and he wouldn't go to jail. Being a prisoner of war wouldn't bother him too much. It'd be like being with Rafaello or even his biological parents all over again. He'd be able to handle it, right? The Military wouldn't be more any more difficult that living with Rafaello as a slave or living with his biological parent as a machine pretty much.
WORD COUNT: 2,625
TAGGED: Vanessa Evans
WEARING: C L I C K
NOTES: haha, good luck with him chels.
