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Post by chani on Apr 10, 2011 7:04:40 GMT 10
-- DECHLIN JACE ZANDER !
-- NAME: dechlin jace zander
-- NICKNAMES: denny, dech
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: twenty, october twenty-ninth
-- BIRTH PLACE: reno, nevada
-- ORIENTATION: heterosexual
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: college junior - journalism
-- PLAYED BY: chace crawford
-- PERSONALITY !
-- COMPETENT: When Dechlin entered high school, he ultimately had the concepts he needed to get by in life. To be competent is to be properly qualified. Although Dechlin is rather experienced with an efficient amount of knowledge, there is much for the twenty year old to learn. Dechlin has background work to defend him. During high school, he solely devoted his attention to himself and the quality of his work. Although mildly obsessed with the social sciences of the world, Dechlin learns in a way most might find irregular. It’s a system of studying, researching, and charismatic skill. His method, unofficially named ‘The Dechlin Method’ after he himself, enables him to learn a sufficient amount of information within a brief period of time. Dechlin has proved time and time again his ability to provide for the overall welfare of anything he sets his mind to. With an uncanny amount of trivial facts and a notch more exceptional insight, Dechlin is able to perform with pristine confidence. Such a worthy trait aids him in his internship with Say, Massachusetts! Magazine along with his college studies.
-- WITTY: With his intelligence, of course he’ll have something to come back with. In a way, his wit adds to his mysterious charm. Dechlin is always thinking on his feet, trying to keep on his game as to avoid boring his boss at the magazine company. Dechlin naturally has a sarcastic mind, and he often uses it his advantage. The twenty year old heats up the conversation by referencing trivial facts he collects along this crazy thing called life. Often, he’ll reference something along the lines of history or writing since it’s his strong suit. Sometimes he goes as far as referencing Disney movies, Twilight, or some random thing he saw on the street. These come backs aren’t pulled from the crack in his butt, either. They’re usually thoughtful and sharp, but it has been known to get him in quite a bit of trouble. Dechlin has ideas to share. It’s in his nature to speak out when it’s not his turn to speak. He feels what he has to say is the most important. A few witty responses and he may very well find himself jobless. Often times, he’ll take it one step to far. He’ll say something too serious or too personal for someone’s liking and well, it’s just a bomb all in itself. He uses his wit to his benefit, too. He often refers to his wit when he’s trying to flirt with a girl.
-- EGOTISTICAL: Unfortunately, with so much success seemingly lain out on a yellow brick road, Dechlin tends to believe he’s the best there is. Coming from a piece of shit town such as Reno, Nevada, Dechlin wanted to be known for something more. His confidence continuously increased as his hard work gradually paid off. Being placed in honors and advanced placement classes, becoming a trusted advisor for the school newspaper, and publishing his view of politics in a national publication as a sophomore in high school ultimately went to his head. In the event Dechlin is laid off of a team, he often insists the team would be nothing without him. He never hesitates to boast about his meager successes when a simple question of, “Who are you?” is posed. Convinced everyone should know him, Dechlin is often surprised when someone doesn’t know him. To sum it up perfectly, Dechlin’s head is much too large for his structure. His over-exaggerated pride and ego often comes off as unattractive. He may know a lot of things, but he seems to lack modesty of all things. In fact, Dechlin probably isn’t capable of defining modesty since it’s so foreign to him.
-- STRAIGHTFOWARD: Let’s get to the point, shall we? Dechlin doesn’t beat around the bush. He doesn’t have the time from his very busy schedule to mumble excuses and whatnot. He is notorious for a quick reply to most anything. In the instance he had forgotten his assignment for the day, he won’t fumble upon excuses as inefficient as “my dog ate my homework”, or “I ran out of time.” There’s no logical explanation to do so. If it’s to save your hide from punishment, finding out later just stings more. If anything else, Dechlin hates waiting for a response or keeping anyone breathing down his neck. He’d rather disappoint someone quickly than building hope to be crushed. See, he has some type of decency. If Dechlin isn’t interested in a girl, for example, he’ll tell her a flat out no. He won’t even bother worrying about the filler conversation of, “We can still be friends.” His presentations and ideas are all very upfront and clear. For it to not be so isn’t good enough. Many find him intimidating in this way, but why would he take up more time to care? The world is his to rule, or so he thinks.
-- LOVES: politics, watching the news, aviator sunglasses, historical films, elections, winning, debates, economics, iced tea, journalism
-- HATES: cigarettes, rambling, ignorance, people who vote when they don't have a clue what they're voting for, untied shoes, clingy girls, no competition, being the last to know something, spelling errors, hangovers
-- HISTORY !
Dechlin was born to Charles Anthony Zander and his wife at the time, Emily May. At the time, Dechlin’s parents were living in a city called Reno, Nevada. The city, nicknamed “The Biggest Little City in the World”, was mostly a tourist town, but Emily seemed to enjoy it. It provided well enough for their first son, so why wouldn’t it suit their second? Growing up in the town seemed easy enough. It wasn’t large enough to get lost in, but it certainly wasn’t a town where everyone knew everything about everyone. It was right dab in the middle. Charles’ engineering knowledge in aquatic vehicles didn’t do much for the family. He pursued jobs on the coast of California. He came home every other weekend before he was back in California doing work. There was a brief period where Dechlin was convinced his father was dead. Even without the presence of Charles, Dechlin and his older brother seemed to do just fine. Living in Nevada on a California paycheck did wonders for you. Dechlin basically got everything he could ever want or need at any given moment. Eventually, Dechlin was happier when his father was away, anyways.
Reno fitted his mother. As he began to grow up and understand concepts such as the economy and politics, his views weren’t parallel to hers. Nevada’s leading industry was tourism. What happened when the tourism business crashed? Or better yet, what happens when people can’t afford to tour their great state of prostitution and terrible tax structures? From the age of thirteen, Dechlin was dead set on getting out of Nevada as fast as he could manage. He couldn’t be anything in the dainty state. He dreamed of being well-known in larger cities like Boston, Pennsylvania or even Washington D.C. Fortunately, his chance came when he was fourteen. His father’s boss had been notified about a position opening up in Boston for some type of aquatic engineering. The pay was a little less, but the whole family would be able to live together as a family. Emily was hesitant to leave her homestate, but Charles looked at the opportunity as a treasure. He had practically missed out on both of his son’s childhoods. He needed to make it up now, and only now before all hope was lost. To say it already was happened to be an understatement.
Moving to Boston brought Dechlin no closer to Charles than seeing him every other weekend did. To Dechlin, his father was a stranger who shared his house. The boy had his father’s scruffy brown hair and face, but Dechlin passed it off as mere coincidence. His older brother seemed to have no problem accepting their father back. He went as far as trying to reason with Dechlin, but that was a lost cause all in itself. Dechlin’s mindset changed. Charles was no longer worthy of his attention. The lack of attention for his father went into schoolwork. He went through high school perfecting every assignment and presenting himself as a boy not to underestimate. Dechlin was satisfied to find his teachers agreed, but there were few students who understood just how grand he really was. His physical attributes were enough to bring in ladies like a hook, but that didn’t necessarily mean they were easily caught. Only someone willing to keep up with his fast-pace mind and practices were able to handle him for a period of time. Nevertheless, Dechlin found a way to date. In some ways, he’s remotely charming. A charming smile, heart-throbbing eyes, and intelligence were all primal reasons to go and catch his affections.
His biggest break came around in his Junior year of high school. As the history buff he had molded himself as, he wrote an article on his view on Democracy for a local competition. Dechlin had never worked so hard before to try and write something. His work eventually paid off when he received a phone call informing he had won first place out of the whole state of Massachusetts. It was published in the Boston newspaper, and he was able to catch the eye of a politician writing a book. She loved his article so much, she ended up including his article in her book titled: What is Democracy? Original, right? The experience made his ego explode. He boasted about his accomplishment for weeks. Even his brother, whom he was closest to in the family, grew tired of his brother’s boasting. It was about then Dechlin decided he was right. He was destined for so much more. His mother cautioned to him to try and keep his expectations low so he wouldn’t be crushed. Taken aback, Dechlin was determined to prove her wrong.
It took nearly three years, but he did it. Going to school at a college in Boston, Massachusetts, Dechlin was able to catch the news about a new magazine being built. The Magazine, Say, Massachusetts!, was a relatively risky jump for him. He went out for an internship to the editor. It was a long process, and about three months later, Dechlin received the news of his acceptance. The base of the magazine was located in Capside, Massachusetts. Dechlin had heard about the town once or twice, but never really caught interest on it until he realized he’d need to move there in order to accept the internship. He studied everything there was to know. He researched climate, people, history, culture, music, and anything else that could possibly benefit him in the future. Before he knew it, he was hauling boxes into his brand new apartment with a proud, boastful grin plastered on his face. Presently, Dechlin is currently still interning for Say, Massachusetts! Magazine while attending a community college for Journalism.
-- SAMPLE !
Monday.
Defined by the Meririam-Webster dictionary, a noun described as the second day of the week. Although many would contradict the definition, Katherine was not among them. In fact, she couldn’t disagree with them any more than she did. At first, she may have seen their viewpoint in pristine waters off the sunny coast of the Sunshine Coast in Australia. Now, she realized the logic behind it. Perhaps she had become stir-crazy from the lack of cheer practices or afternoons at the next guy’s house making out after a four minute and fifty two second text conversation, but she had time to stop and ponder such ideas now. The truth was, she dreaded Sundays even more than she did Mondays. Not because of the time she had to arise from a night’s peaceful slumber or the grueling day of brain teasers and “critical-thinking” arguments in the day ahead, but because of the church bells that sounded every week at the same time. It was a place that she had not only fenced off from her life, but forgotten in a medley of too many addresses of homes she’d went only to get some dosage of sexual intimacy that wasn’t nearly requisite. Foolish as it seemed, Katherine Tara Maddox’s pregnancy was the very event that opened her eyes to golden gates of something she’d like to label as opportunity.
Over the course of approximately fourteen weeks, Katherine had experienced not only heartbreak as she’d felt before, but an intensity of admiration she could not before fathom. When someone loses their parents, siblings, and a position as head cheerleader they earned rightfully due to an obstacle such as a pregnancy, the most logical reaction according to human logic could potentially tinker with a person’s morals. To deny her disappointment and detriment within her would be irrational. She was afflicted mentally and physically alike. Yet, the said predicament wasn’t entirely abysmal. Through the tribulation, she cultivated a better understanding of life and its abstruse methods of experience. From the pregnancy, she attained a few oddly inspiring and admirable people. How she had been blessed with individuals as full-bodied and cordial as one Leon Labeau, Dawson Abel, and Colton Burnes, she was more or less confounded. Each possessed a characteristic that struck one of her few, unforgiving heartstrings. To put the three in any order of dominance was strictly unheard of. Each one became increasingly close to her heart as a new archway appeared, confiding in her something innovative. For example, upon meeting Colton, she had known he felt at home in his music. After a night of displeasure, she realized Dawson hated having company over when his apartment wasn’t of satisfactory cleanliness. Curiously, Leon, the father of her baby—the thing developing within her fetus—was the one she new the least about. Such a simple character. Yet, his identity was clouded by a sheer mask she was unable to uncover.
Oddly enough, throughout the course of the day, her thoughts managed to snake back to the topic of the dark haired man. His green eyes, sometimes empty whilst other times full of positive energy, pierced her from her innards to the very surface of her skin. Goosebumps appeared on her skin at the thought of the night they shared… Leading to her current estate as a mother to-be. Most importantly, the haunting question of whether or not she regretted that night went left unanswered every time it managed to be retrieved from the depths of her mind. Furthermore, dinner at The Patio continued to clog her mind with a gleeful relaxation she hadn’t experienced in a time much too long ago for her liking. Simply talking to each other assisted their increasing bonds immensely. Katherine was also beginning to find sports less mind-boggling than before Leon came into her life. To be frank, the least capable of high analysis computation put her mind into overdrive trying to decode him. From what she knew, he did drugs. Drugs were temporary masks unless you continued them throughout your lifespan, in which case there’s a high percentage you died in effect to the putrid ingredients in most controlled substances used. Even with this knowledge, Katherine knew it wasn’t enough. Unfortunately, she hadn’t the raw energy to debate constructively within her prostrate mind.
As her educator outlined key points of their History of Powers project, her mind shuffled through a plethora of unnerving but equally enthralling thoughts. On the paper before her, a quick series of notes were scrawled across the first couple of lines. Midway through the third bullet point, her scrawl stopped abruptly. Her hazel eyes analyzed the statement for only a moment before she finished the statement with seemingly fitting additions. As her thoughts engulfed her once more, her eyes pinpointed the rustic school clock on the wall adjacent to her desk. The class period almost over, a taste of finality entered her teacher’s voice. Surely she’d excuse the class to gather their belongings within the minute? Was there the possibility she could also be as gracious to allow them to snake to their locks before the three, ringing chimes of the school bell? Her thoughts were further declined as the mischievous shorter hand of the two located on the clock hit the printed five upon the clock’s surface. The bells rang out, and before she ventured towards the door, the hallways were swimming with various shapes and sizes of her fellow peers. The rush to return to the sanctuary of home or wherever the hell else one might find comfort was equivalent to the feeding frenzy of a black-tipped reef shark in the midst of a school of strikingly silver sterling in the deep, wondrous ocean.
Her own pace was moderate as she strung through the pushing, thrashing crowds of the Newton Beach hallways. Twice times her ruffled silver flats had been stepped on and nearly castaway from her uncomfortably swollen feet. Standing upon her feet with her increasing weight gains took a lot out of her. She battled the fatigue and morning sickness like no other, but her efforts were meager against the fight against her own being. Her body was changing constantly, preparing itself to bring yet another life into this less-than-perfect world. Admitting her pregnancy to herself never failed to shock her further. Within a handful of months—assuming everything goes without complications—there would be a small infant opening a mouth to call her mom. Overwhelming indeed at seventeen, but as her eighteenth birthday approached and her bond with Leon continually grew tolerable, her fear began to subside. Confidence in her current situation defined the world for her. Without cheering as an outlet, she preferred to remind herself she had people who cared about her and would rather be shot with a rifle than let any harm come to her. The thought itself was comforting, although eerily connected to that Bruno Mars song she had heard on the radio earlier when Leon dropped her off out front. Today had been one of those days she wondered if she’d ever ride within her mother or father’s cars ever again. She doubted it, but the daddy’s girl within her only collected more and more hope he would return and confess his wrong-doing of exiling her from their household and family.
“Hey you.”
The firm hands around her waist frightened her only a moment before the honey-smooth tone registered. Only a few lockers away from her own, she swiveled on her heels to face the blonde haired-green eyed gentleman she called her boyfriend. Instantly, a smile the size of Alaska rushed onto her face. Hormonal yes, she kissed him with a sheepish restraint on how much more she yearned for from him. Impossible, she knew Colton was much more devoted to Christianity than she had ever been, or will ever be. “Hey,” she told him affectionately. “Are you heading to choir?” she inquired, eyeing the guitar strapped securely to his back. She needn’t see the bashful nod he gave her to know the answer. It was either choir or church with Cole all the time. “I’ll see you later then.” she murmured against his lips, pecking it quickly before she turned away from him. She returned a shy wave he had initiated before her hand routinely inputted her locker combination. The usually satisfactory click of the locker’s lock brought her out of the little self-doubt or confusion that accumulated. She simply shook her head to clear the unnerving thoughts. Colton loved her, didn’t he? Being busy contributed to how much you loved a person. At least, that was always how her mother would state it when they discussed one of her less recent relationships over a year ago. Even for a fleeting moment, she questioned she and Cole as an item. Thank the lord, another interruption made it impossible for her to continue the thought. Instead, she about-faced the intruder of her thoughts with a sigh. Recognizing the deep chocolate eyes and dark Mohawk, she rolled her eyes. “Can I help you?” she asked sourly, arms crossing over her chest in an absurd, defensive notion.
-- OOC !
-- NAME OR ALIAS: chani
-- AGE: fifteen
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: at band camp...
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: some affiliate
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