Post by eric on Aug 31, 2011 21:08:32 GMT -4
Name: Eric Douglas (Mr. Douglas)
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Grade: Teacher
Birthday: April 12, 1988
Hometown: North Berwick, Scotland
Sexuality: heterosexual
Playby: Ian Harding
Canon Character Prince Eric - The Little Mermaid
Mirror Mirror On the Wall
Skin tone: Fair, gets a bit tanned when outside for extended periods
Hair: medium-short (1-2 inches from scalp) Black, always styled, maybe a bit messy on days where Eric is running late.
Eyes Blue
Height: 5ft 11in.
Weight: 164 lbs
Body Type: A muscular, athletic build.
Other None.
Who I Am Inside
Likes: The sea, Teaching, swimming, his heritage, photography, exercising, dieting, dogs, mind puzzles, hearing people sing, listening, boats.
Dislikes: Racism, people who make fun of his accent, students not willing to learn, being away from the sea, cancer, leaving the scottish navy, junk food, kids who suck-up.
Strengths: Teaching, understanding students, work ethic, nautical science, being loyal and honest, doing the 'right' thing, pushing students to be their best.
Weaknesses: Not understanding the female mind at all, getting sidetracked when talking about the sea, talking about his feelings openly to anyone, getting things in on time, working with a schedule, getting too competitive, people singing.
Fears: Never being able to go back to Scotland to face his father, losing his small family, never being able to boat again, being useless, spiders.
Personality: Eric is a small town man with big-time dreams. But those are what they are, just dreams. He loves his job, and knows that in teaching his mother would've found joy. He also loves being the swim coach, since he practically lived in the water as a young scottish child. He has many good character traits, like integrity, loyalty to students, honesty to faculty. He finds that teaching is more than just giving students knowledge, but preparing them for what they want in life. So his classes are down to earth but intense at the same time, he takes pride in teaching his students more than just how to develop a photograph.
He's always running late due to some oversleeping or bad time management skills, something he lacks as a teacher. Eric became slightly more serious in his work after his mother died of brain cancer, and sometimes he just falls into a silence, thinking about something that he never shares with his students. Other times he's happy go lucky, all prepared to either crack down on their use of negative space or tell them about the time his dog max got caught in a storm after they went boating one day. One thing's for sure, Eric is always talking.
Where I Began
Mother: Maria Caleigh Douglas
Father: Bartholemew Gunner Douglas
Siblings: None
Other Relatives: None.
Pets: His old english sheepdog Max.
Friends: None
History: Eric was born to a young loving scottish couple in a seaside town on the eastern edge of Scotland. His father was big in the boating industry, his mother a simple housewife who sewed in her spare time. He had a very loving childhood, despite his dad being gone for business trips a lot. He learned the ways of a ship starting at age three, and absolutely loved the ocean. Some people even called him the ocean boy, since he was often seen swimming or paddling out a small canoe he built himself at age 10.
Eric wasn't the smartest lad, but he had people skills as a child. He was a star swimmer in secondary schooling, and won several national honors at his sport. He was also gifted in photographing, and sold his photographs of the ocean and boats to a couple small magazines. He raised the money for his own boat, and everyone expected the strong charismatic lad to go into his father's business.
Then his mother contracted brain cancer.
It was sudden, at least to Eric. He knew his mother got sick easily and had lots of headaches, but never considered it was cancer. The star athlete dropped his sports, and all extra-curriculars to be with his mother, who was advancing through the stages of cancer quickly. He was often seen in the hospital with her or sitting at the water's edge on their property, doing who knew what. Dropping all of his school activities cost him the scholarships he lined up, but Eric didn't care at that point. His father though, was insistant that he went to college. So Eric applied to the navy for help. In exchange for 2 years of special service and bootcamp training, he was admitted to college early. Eric stayed nearby for college, scared for the day he would have to leave for the other side of the country for navy bootcamp.
His mother was in stage four after college, but his father, didn't want to see his own son at that point. He looked so much like his mother. So he went to bootcamp feeling alone and lost with the world. His mother was strong though, and kept herself going despite all the doubts so that she could see her son again.
That day happened 3 months before specialized training was over, when Eric popped by on a break to finally see his mother. She was a wreck, in a coma, all still, with all those machines around her. Eric sat the flowers down on her lap and grasped her hand, just spending time with his mother. She passed on that night.
Eric's father wanted to grief alone, and would not stand for a Eric to be in the country, not only because he looked like his mother so much, but because His father believed she would've stayed longer knowing that Eric was coming back. If he never showed up that was. Eric's father begged him to leave the country, even paying for him to go to America somewhere.
So Eric did, taking the money his father gave him to secure a house in the middle of the country, just trying to understand the strange place he was living in. He bought himself a flat in a smal town, and looked for jobs that wouldn't remind him of Scotland and his past life.
He had found teaching. Eric was hired at Yen Sid Academy, a school in the very town he lived in, as a photography teacher. So Eric toiled on, working through his grief alone.
A Little Bit About Me
Alias: Newt
Age: 16
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Writing Sample: Because I love giving these...
"Bend the light? Uh..." Eli scratched the back of his head and gave a sort of sheepish grin. His lack of light control was sort of a soft spot. Of course, he wasn't adept at light manipulation like his other siblings. It just didn't come naturally. That...or, the fact that he was too...lacking. Eli had always been a bit stubborn when it came to learning new things, including the kick butt powers of an Apollo kid. "...uh yeah, I'll get right on that. As for magical powers, don't you have some yet?" Eli asked kinda lamely, his mind was on the fact that he wasn't good at controlling light. While it was nice to hardly get sunburns, Eli wished that his 'talents' from the god half of him would show themselves fully. It had been a year since he was claimed.
Taking the hand from behind his head back down, Eli found a pencil that had lazily rolled to the side of his journal and picked it up. Eli 'found' it around the Hermes cabin. He figured to himself. They're the children of the god of thieves and travelers, they can surely get some more pencils if they needed them. It didn't help his conscious, but it did help satisfy the hunger Eli had to draw something....anything. It was too damn boring to sit around and do nothing.
Grasping the auburn-colored pencil, Eli set out to a new page while Ari and Galia conversed. [/i] They seem like really good friends. I can see why, too. They compliment each other nicely. [/i] Eli decided as he tapped the pencil on his page. He didn't know what he was going to draw yet. He wanted it to be something that reminded him of the past, but yet set a sort of gaze to the future. What can I draw that symbolizes that feeling? Eli wondered.
Then he got it.
Eli pushed out the talking around him, the last of the words he heard being a feeble “Yep…” from Ari. He didn't know what exactly they were talking about, but there was no doubt that if he listened, he would lose the half-formed idea in his head pleading desperately to be made on paper. And who was Eli to deny that urge within himself.[/i] Surely if Ari or Galia stopped talking and noticed me sitting quitely drawing, they would understand....right? I mean, Ari should, she...from what I can tell, is an artist, and Galia's seen me like this before late at night in our cabin. They should understand how I can't let this idea waste away in my brain....right?[/i]
Eli kept right on drawing main fixtures on the page. A large rectangle to the left side of the page, scotch marks in the top right and lower left corners to symbolize shading. On the right side of the page, a black and white boy stood with on hand on the rectangle. Or at least, he was about to, as Eli sketched the main part of his arm reaching out towards the rectangle. Yeah, reaching out but not touching it would give for more of an emotional impact, I think. Eli decided as he moved the elbow back just a bit and drew painfully outstretched fingers. It looked like the boy was desperate to see the rectangle.
Eli didn't bother with details yet, like the top of the mirror, as the rectangle now was. He worked on shading in the boy. Eli made him to look vaguely like someone he knew. Himself. So Eli gave him a mop of black hair, and light grey eyes, since the whole picture was in black and white. Outlined the circles underneath said eyes and gave him a slightly battered look- including bruising on the outstretched arm and on the jaw line. Quickly shading in the neck shadowing and facial shadows, Eli gave the vague version of himself a torn white shirt with grey blood smears across the back. You could see the wounds through tear holes in the shirt. His pants were jeans that were ripped up bad, one leg was almost non-existant. Instead, it lay in tatters somewhere off of his paper.
Now, while Eli was intensely drawing this, he tuned out Ari and Galia completely. It was as if they weren't even talking at all. Eli had completely ignored his sense of being cognisant of sound and set all of his focus on the drawing. He only looked up when Galia made it a point to talk directly to him. And instead of tuning it out, Eli's ears picked up his name floating by, riping his concentration to shreds as he whipped his head up.
"Eli,” Galia said, "I didn't know you drew. "A brother with much more talent than me..." Galia went on, but Eli nodded and wondered how she didn't know. Well, I do tend to keep my drawing private since I've gotten back. None on my walls anymore, or taped to the bottom of the bunk above me. Weird. Oh well, I gotta finish this drawing! Eli snapped at himself and got back to work on the reflection of the vague version of himself...though it wasn't the same.
Instead, Eli split the mirror in half. On the farther left side, he drew himself as he was when he was thirteen. Shorter, with even shorter hair, a crazed look in his eye. It didn't take that long to complete. Even the 13 year old Eli was wearing the leather jacket he had when he first got to camp. It was almost a shock to see how he portrayed himself. So scaredlooking and afraid, while trying to exude confidence in a strong stance. Was that how I really was three years ago?
"...I do hope I didn't wake you up, Eli." Galia finished, and Eli gave her a curt nod before looking down at his drawing. It wasn't done by a long shot, but he'd gotten the basic gist down...well, after he finished the other half of the mirror. on the othe half, Eli drew himself how he invisioned he'd want to look at age twenty. It looked drastically different from the thirteen-year old half of himself. This Eli was taller, had 'smartly cut' hair. He dressed in a grey sweater with black pinstriped pants. He looked confident in himself, like he knew where he belonged in the world. The 20 year old Eli looked refined, but still had that playful tusle of hair that wouldn't conform. He still had a bandana poking out his back pocket. And most importantly of all, Eli had drawn the rough sketch of himself in four years with a pencil in his ear. A sketching pencil.
But he wasn't done. Coming from the edge of the mirror that the older Eli was positioned, a slender hand was resting on the older Eli's far shoulder. A slender, female like hand with ring on the finger. but why did I draw that? Do I want to be married in four years? What am I trying to tell myself? Eli honestly didn't know, and let his pencil fall in frustration. How was he supposed to decipher his own work to find his true desires. It didn't make any sense. Would he even be alive in four years? No one would know.
"Though I would like to see some of your sketches...both of yours, actually.” Eli perked up at what Galia said, but he wasn't quite sure if he wanted her to see what he just started to draw. He didn't mind that it was half drawn, but he didn't know what she, or even Ari, would get out of it. What they could tell about him]/i] from it. And that prospect still scared Eli just a little bit. So he closed the notebook rather suddenly as he listened to Ari speak.
“Yeah….I’ll show you some soon…. You should see my bedrooms… unless my parents have cleaned up in my absence then there are drawings everywhere…. I bet they have… they better not have binned any…meh… How’re you today, Galia? I don’t believe I asked…” Ari said, trailing off. so Eli took this time to join back in the conversation. He was out of commission for a while.
"Galia, I have an older notebook back in the cabin you can look through. Though, part of it is a bit waterlogged, thanks to my stay in the Hermes Cabin. I can get it out before dinner or something so you can look. I have some things to finish up anyways." Eli said, indirectly hinting at what he was drawing. He had to finish it, but remember what compelled him to draw the woman's hand with the ring on it. And find out what it meant to him.
"I don't have many pictures up in the cabin anymore. Took 'em all with me when I left with Andy Johnson...haven't gotten around to getting them all out yet."
