Post by Keith Douglas on Dec 3, 2009 16:05:06 GMT -5
Keith Owen Douglas
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Ammy
Age: 14
Roleplaying Experience: 2 and a half
How you found the site: Google~
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Keith Owen Douglas
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Hair Color: Chestnut brown
Eye Color: Reddish-brown
Skin Tone: Light
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 150 lbs
Wealth: Average
Sexual Orientation: Bicurious
Why they are in La Campana: Keith was a promising young photographer who decided to go into teaching during his college years. While visiting his cousin in Spain, looking for a place to stay, he found a job opening at La Campana as a Photo teacher.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
-Photography
-Kids
-Theatre & Musicals
-Classic Rock
-Philosophy
-Cooking
-Students who are eager to learn
-Meeting new people
-Food in general
-Movement & Sports (esp. Ultimate Frisbee & Track)
-Goofball/Slapstick Humor
-Travel
-Girls
Dislikes:
-Silence
-Stiffness & Standing still for extended periods of time
-Death Metal
-People Who Blame Others for Their Shortcomings
-Confinement
-Administrative Restrictions
-Math (As Keith puts it, "Geometry can kiss my Angle-Side-Side Postulate....")
-Dishonesty/White Lies
Turn Ons:
-Intelligence
-Foreign Accents
-Being Kissed on His Neck
-Being Slightly Rough
Turn Offs:
-Being Too Slow
-Masochism
-Bondage
-Ditziness
Nervous Habits:
-Biting the inside of his cheek
-Curling his toes in wards
Fears:
-Deep Water
-Death
-Heights
Goals/Aspirations:
-To Change A Life (For The Better!)
-To Publish A Book of His Photographs
-To See The World
Appearance: Keith stands at about 5'11", being of slightly tall stature. He has an runner's physique from his days of playing ultimate frisbee in college. His dark brown eyes glisten with a childish sort-of mischievousness, having never really lost that facet of his personality growing up. His light brown locks frame his face in a soft manner, not really being a haircut as much as a lack of one. Keith goes for a retro, almost 1920's sort of motif, what with his signature fedora hat, his dress shirts, and even a suit jacket from time to time. Typically, you'll find him strolling up in a dress shirt, blazer, slacks, and (of course) his trademark fedora. His skin tans relatively easily, but doesn't burn very often at all. His face is a rounded-oval shape, and handsome with a bit of a boyish quality to it. It's hard to find him without at the least, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Personality: Keith is a somewhat of a hipster; he's quirky, artistic, and has a taste for classic and alternative rock. He loves to travel, relishing in meeting new people and seeing new places. A curious soul, he's grown up questioning absolutely everything that he didn't understand, earning him the knowledge of random factoids and obscure, barely known ideas. Ever the optimist, he can often get on many people's nerves when he refuses to see the negative (or even realistic side) of things. He put on a pair of rose-colored glasses as a child, and he never really took them off. His humor is good-natured, wholesome, and almost childish in it's joviality and goofiness. As a child, he was a little bit of an odd student, really only remembering things well through photos and pictures. His teachers were frustrated with him, not knowing what to do other than write him off as "learning disabled" (which he truly was anything but.) Because of that, Keith has always been a bit insecure about himself...yet, it also has helped him to never give up on a student. He believes that no one is a failure at learning, but rather, learns in a different style. Keith has always believed that complete and total honesty is the undisputed best policy...to a point where it can become slightly brutal, even tactless. It's difficult for him to hold his tongue if he feels that something is awry, but that also points to the fact that he won't stand for anything that isn't fair to another person, be they someone that he is fond of or not.[/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: William Douglas, age 52
Mother: Kathleen Douglas, age 50
Sibling/s: Megan Douglas, age 20
Other important relatives: Heather Merriweather, age 27
Pets: N/A
History: Keith was born to Megan and William Douglas, a pair of former hippie, leftist parents. They encouraged him to explore many different creative pursuits, suggesting music, art, and theatre. While Keith did have an ear for music, an eye for art, and a love for drama, he never really found his niche in any of the arts. One fateful day in middle school, however, he picked up his father's camera and went around, shooting some shots of his day. When his father picked up the camera again and scrolled through the pictures, he was elated; his son wasn't artistically retarded after all! His parents urged him to continue with photography, and while Keith never thought his photos to be anything special, his parents vehemently disagreed. He struggled with his rigid school teachers, seeing as though they thought that Keith was a "learning-disabled" child because he didn't learn quite as quickly as other students did with note-taking alone. He was much more of a visual learner; he needed pictures, mental images to remember things more easily. However, his teachers didn't understand that, and often made it clear to him what they thought of his "learning styles." That left a mark upon him during his development, giving him a nagging insecurity in his intellectual abilities while at the same time making him want to become a teacher that was far more understanding than any of those that he had ever had.
His sister was an important part of his childhood, growing up. She being four years younger than him, he often played the role of her protector, baby-sitter, comforter, and (of course) big brother. She gave him a purpose to his existence, a meaning for his life, because no matter how useless or unappreciated he felt, she was always there to need him, to love him, etc. Together, they would go out on walks about the neighborhood, making fairy houses out of twigs and flowers, and altogether bonding in their own ways. As Megan grew into adolescence and young adulthood, it became very apparent that she was still attached to her brother, especially when he first left for college. Of course, Keith shrugged it off, telling her that he would come back and visit often, and give her a free copy of his photo collection when it first came out. And with that, he set off on the newest leg of his journey, happily going off to college to further pursue his photography career. However, after college, it was hard for him to find work in his hometown of Washington, DC. While he loved the metropolitan scene with it's intelligent individuals, hipsters, and political activists alike, he simply couldn't find good work for a photographer in the town. His cousin, Heather, offered to take him in for a while in Spain, offering him a position as an assistant in her photography studio ("Think of it as a vacation...except with working!") Elated at the prospect of traveling to Europe, Keith set upon a plane to Barcelona. Within two months of his arrival, he had found out about La Campana, and seen an opening for a photography teacher. After thinking about it for quite a while, Keith applied for the job, determined to be a better, more encouraging teacher than any of his previous instructors ever were.
Roleplaying Sample: Keith sighed exasperatedly, brushing his hair back from his face. He didn't expect that being a teacher was going to involve so much work. It's not as though he didn't expect it to be difficult, challenging...after all, this was a prestigious academy, and he was lucky as hell that he even got the gig in the first place. However, he now realized that he never really understood the incredible effort that went into setting up a class room with cheesy motivational posters, organizing tables and chairs, and making the space...well, livable. Keith looked out the window, into the cold, November rain. It was nearly December, and the weather was definitely letting people know that. His shoes scuffled across the ground as he made his way across the floor, trying to get closer to the glass. He pressed his hand against the window, the glowing chill of the barrier melting into the heat of his hand. He relished these sort of days; the way the brisk cool of the outside environment would snake its way up your arm through the glass, the way the raindrops raced one another down the window, seeing who could join the mass of a puddle at the bottom of the windowpane first. These were the days that made Keith glad to be a photographer, being able to capture these swift, fleeting moments of beauty in the world.
Ahh...but I still need to finish setting up the class room, he sighed to himself dolefully.
But, then again, he could very well make some posters out of the prints of the pictures that he could be taking. Telling a small part of himself that it was only for the classroom posters, Keith blissfully pick up his camera, and walked out into the freezing rain, a childish grin plastered on his face. He ambled about the outer grounds of the academy, taking pictures of every detail that he found peculiar, charming, dazzling, distinguishing, or any combination of the above. To those looking from a distance, he may have looked like a nitwit, a mad-man even. Keith was shivering, his shirt soaked through and sticking to his skin with the frigid rain. His shoes were waterlogged, his feet soaked in a freezing pool of rain. His hands were growing numb with the chill of the cold metal of the camera in his grip. And you know what?
He was loving every friggin' second of it.
