Post by pilot on Mar 2, 2009 22:43:23 GMT -7
~Character Information~
Name and Nicknames: Pilot Ayden Kelson | Pi
Birthday and Age: November 4 | 19
Student or Adult: adult
Gender: male
Hair Color: brown
Eye Color: brown
Height: 5' 11"
Identifying marks- scars, tattoos, etc.: none
Celebrity Image: James Franco
~Personality~
Passions:
▪ painting- acrylics and watercolor
▪ classical music && anything acoustic
▪ fashion
Disdain:
▪ homophobes
▪ lack of fashion sense
▪ people who follow the herd
Strengths:
▪ eye for color
▪ patient
▪ laid back
Weaknesses:
▪ pretty boys
▪ very loyal
▪ laid back
Worst Fear: not finding the right "one" to spend the rest of his life with
Life long dream?: to be a well known artist after his death (no good artist was ever famous while they were alive)
Overall:
Pilot is an artist- he was born to hippy parents, and as such he was raised with a very laid back attitude about everything. It makes it pretty easy to get along with him, but it can also make for a very lazy person which can be mistrune for uncaring. The things that keep him sane, are his artwork, and listening to music. Classical is his favorite, but anything acoustic suits him just fine.
There isn't much that will really set him off, but he can not stand to be around those with no sense of fashion. It is one of his loves-- like wearing art. He likes to people watch, and it gives him some of the best inspiration for art, but hates when he sees people just blindly following the pack. He has only a few friends and not much along the lines of family left- and those who he has he fiercely protects and his very loyal to. Honestly it would probably be the only way you could actually get a physical or verbal fight out of him.
~ History~
Family
Blood Status: Squib
Parents: Father-- unknown || Clover (legally changed her name from Marion) Kelson-- Mother (half-blood): 42
Siblings: Jonah Landry (given up for adoption when Clover was 19): 25
Other: Eleanor Kelson-- Bubbie: 71
History:
Pilot's Mother, Clover, was by all definition your typical hippie type. She might have been a witch, but she believed in peace and free love. She had a laid back attitude, and focused her talents on the arts- acustic guitar and drawing mainly. She was also into the drug culture. Her belief in free love, provided her with a son, at the age of 19, he was quickly put up for adoption, as her Mother, Eleanor deemed that Clover was not ready to be a Mother, nor could she provide for him. It was a clsoed adoption, and Clover never saw her son again, or learned anything more about him, she was not even privvy to who adopted him.
She was more careful for a while, but on a trip from her home town in Palo Alto, California to Dallas, she met a rather engaging Pilot. Nine months later, she had a new bundle of joy, and at 25 years old, she decided maybe she was ready to settle down and take on a new role as single Mother. She never caught the Pilots name, and so named her son Pilot. Although she is a half-blood and so is her Mother, Pilot was not quite as lucky, and was born a squib.
Early life was rather difficult. In school he was constantly teased by those with magical powers, and picked on for being different-- taking after his mother and having a fine love for poetry, fashion, art and music. He had no real friends growing up, and instead spent most of his time with his Bubbie- playing board games, dress-up, dolls, or even painting and singing. His Bubbie is his closest friend in the world. When he was little, she was the one who really took care of him, his Mother had no experience in being any sort of authority figure, and was more of his friend, whereas Bubbie took charge, changed his dippers, cleaned up after him, and cooked his meals. Now that he has grown a bit, the roles have reversed, and Pilot takes care of her. His Mother lives in Dallas, but Pilot and Eleanor live in Providence, where he went to school. He has already graduated from the Acadmey, but sticks around for her, and also to work on his Art.
He hopes to become famous one day, and maybe even merge into the fashion industry. He wouldn't mind getting out of Providence, but so far nothing his really pulling him away, so he simply stays.
~Final Stage~
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RP Sample:
The sun was dipping below the horizon creating a beautiful swatch of colors behind the trees in the park. The small sketchpad sat heavily in his lap as the 3B pencil in his hand, slowly came to life, moving across the paper, managing to capture the black trees and transfer them onto the recycled paper of the sketchpad. He thought it almost ironic- trees being drawn on trees- another one of the tiny things in life that just so happened to make him immensely happy.
A hint of a smile tugged at his gaunt cheeks, as he kept his eyes clued to the tree before him. He didn't want to miss a single piece of it, and he carefully traced it with his eyes, his hand copying every small zig in the formations, just as his Mother had taught him when he was little. He looked down at his work, then stuck the pencil out before him, getting the proportions just right before setting the graphite to the paper again.