Post by bryce allen stenson on Sept 15, 2009 19:59:52 GMT -5
age and birthday ,[/color] twenty-six, second of november
height ,[/color] six two and a half
body type ,[/color] althetic
sexuality ,[/color] straight
relationship status ,[/color] single
play - by ,[/color] cam gigandet
group ,[/color] local[/ul]
dislikes ,[/color] heights, spiders, snakes, needles, gossips, up-tight people, worriers, liars, sun burns
fears ,[/color] never seeing his family again, never settling down
habits ,[/color] chews gum a lot, cracks his knuckles, saying things at the "wrong" time
flaws ,[/color] stubborn, temper flares, forgetful, lazy, unmotivated
personality ,[/color]
- friendly
- funny
- charismatic
- laid-back
- lazy
- charming
- loyal
- intelligent
- unmotivated
- stubborn
- sensitive
- loves the spotlight
- temper flares
- caring
- forgetful
- forthright
- brash[/ul]
siblings ,[/color] camden (aged twenty-four), benjamin (aged twenty-one), charlie (aged twenty-one), claire (aged seventeen)
other family ,[/color] no one else important
history ,[/color]
bryce allen stenson was born the first of five children in cincinnati, ohio. his parents, john and gwen stenson met when they were nineteen there sophomore year of college. john was studying to be a physiologist and gwen wanted to be a chef. they dated for nearly six years before they were married at the age of twenty-five. nearly five months later, gwen told her husband that they were expecting their first child. born on a chilly, cloudy evening just before ten thirty, bryce allen came into the world quiet silent, actually. he was so quiet that gwen believed she had somehow killed the baby. however, after a few more seconds, and with a little help from the doctor cutting his umbilical cord, bryce showed everyone that he was nowhere near dead.
by the time bryce was nearly eleven, he had four younger siblings named camden, the twins charlie and ben and little sister, claire. bryce was a rather protective brother, especially of claire. the four stenson siblings were quiet close, in fact. claire, at the age of two years old, nearly forced bryce to stay home because of her crying. yet he reassured her that he would be coming back home in a few hours and told her to be a "good little girl" and they would do whatever she wanted when he returned home. things went along fine for everyone up until bryce's seventeen birthday.
though never a huge trouble maker, bryce's father, john, was a stickler for the rules and it was his way or the highway. however, bryce had had enough of his father's "silly ways and rules" as he told his father, and said that if he didn't some of his high horse, he would be leaving. a brawl ensued and bryce left after his eye was fixed and his father safely being bandaged up at the local hospital. calling his best mate, who had recently moved to hilo, hawaii, bryce took out all his money from his savings and by the next morning was in hilo. by the following week, bryce had a job as a bartender close to where he was living and was able to surf and swim everyday. he missed his siblings and his mother, but he never regretted his decision to come to hilo.[/ul]
age ,[/color] two thousand and fifty-six this october
years of experience ,[/color] one plus
gender ,[/color] mongoose
anything else ,[/color] erm, nope.
role playing sample ,[/color][/ul]
" After his shift had ended at his uncle's garage, Fox decided he didn't want to go home yet. Though not scheduled for his patrol for nearly four more hours, he still felt like he could give the others in the pack a helping hand. Telling his uncle Sam good-bye, saying he was going to the town center in La Push for something to eat, he changed his mind at the last minute and decided to head up to the mountains. Most people would have needed to pack extra food and water and plan ahead, and it would take several hours. Fox, however, had the ability to cut his traveling time in half thanks to phasing into his solid, light gray wolf form. Looking around quickly before he undressed and phased, he quickly undressed and stuffed his clothes into a small collapsible bag after he concluded it was safe from the prying eyes of onlookers and headed straight for the mountains.
The speed was exhilarating, the air was cold but fresh. He could hear his pack mates softly but tuned them out as his thoughts also faded away, something that had been very hard for him to do at first. But over the years, Fox had been able to tune out his pack mates for short periods of time. About ten minutes into his run, he had reached the peak of the mountains and walked at his normal pace towards the edge. From here, the view was breathe-taking. He could see First Beach in its entirety, along with the ocean that would eventually go so far that Fox could no longer decide what was ocean and where the horizon started. Looking around, he phased back into his human form and quickly untied the bag with his clothes and put them on. Though he suspected that no one was here, he had been wrong before.
Walking towards the edge again, Fox sat down on the very edge of the tan-colored cliffs. He let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his short black hair as he looked down at his old dirty jeans. Now that he was here, he felt bad for not going to Sam or Jacob's to ask if he could be of service. But he also figured that if anything was happening, he would have a great view from the utmost point in La Push. His mind ran back to the first time he had phased when he was sixteen years old. After calming down, he thought of his long-dead father and what it had felt like for him. His uncle, who somehow had managed to not inherit the werewolf gene, had remained human and could only say so much to help his nephew out. But, if he could say so, Fox had done an alright job in showing himself the ropes of being a La Push shape shifter. "[/size][/color][/font]
