wesley jamison stone

[wesley]

-- WESLEY JAMISON STONE !

-- NAME: Wesley Jamison Stone
-- NICKNAMES: Occasionally Wes, but he generally just goes by Wesley.
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: Thirty-Five years old. Born on March 4th, 1976.
-- BIRTH PLACE: Austin, Texas
-- ORIENTATION: Straight
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Professional Bull Rider
-- PLAYED BY: Eric Dane

-- PERSONALITY !

-- RESTLESS:
‘Sitting still’ isn’t a phrase that Wesley knows how to say, unless there’s a ‘I can’t’ before it. Not much has been able to tie this man down for long. Growing up, he was always what one would describe as an active child. Routines and schedules have never set well with him, making the idea of school or a nine to five desk job entirely unappealing. While he’s good at learning, he’s never had the patience or the ability to sit down and do it. Because of this, college was simply out of the question, and any hope of a normal job along with it. What caused this restlessness from the beginning isn’t entirely certain—some amount of it is likely just nature, the rest may be due to moving houses and towns several time during those crucial, first few years of life. Whatever it may be, since getting himself out of high school, he’s been going nonstop since. Currently, you can see signs of this throughout his life from the fact that his job constantly keeps him traveling and a long term relationship has yet to develop in his life. Even his family can attest to the fact that he’s not the best conversationalist or long-time listening companion, unless they happen to be doing something at the same time. If there isn’t some amount of physicality or unpredictability to his actions, it’s likely that he’ll become bored, disinterested, or incredibly stifled.

-- ROMANTIC:
Just by looking at Wesley, you wouldn’t expect him to be the soft, romantic type; the rough and tough Southern boy with cowboy boots and big ‘ole belt buckle. But, he can be quite romantic when he wants to be. Of course, most don’t realize this because, upon first meeting, Wesley’s a nervous wreck around women. You know that sixteen year old boy that stutters every time that cute girl says ‘hi’? That’s Wesley, just older. Relating too and flirting with women has never been a strong point, which may simply be due to the fact that he’s never invested much time in practicing. When your mom and sister are the only women you spend copious amounts of time with, your ability to get along with others may be weakened slightly. But, despite his faults and failures getting to know and meeting the ladies, when he actually gets into a relationship he’s the kind to randomly leave notes or come by with a rose and some champagne. The little things he can do; it’s the whole conversation and getting to know thing that really bites him in the ass.

-- RESILIENT:
Pain hurts. In fact, pain can often times be debilitating. Over the years, and specifically in his more recent history, Wesley has had his share of pain. With both hits from his career in the physical sense and more recent blows to the emotional side of things, it wouldn't be hard to become a bit of a basket case through all of it. However, Wesley's never been one to take things lying down. While his physical therapist thinks his go-get-'em attitude is less than helpful in his recovery, he's never been the kind to just sit back and wait for things to get better. If he's not actively doing something, he feels both useless and claustrophobic. Likewise, as soon as the news of his brother's death was given to him, he found it much more of a comfort to actually get out of the house and keep his hands busy (in whatever ways he could, given his injuries.) While there's always drawbacks and time needed to recover, Wesley does a good job of both bouncing back quickly and hiding whatever pain is left over. Sharing isn't his strong point, but fighting back is.

-- LOVES: Whiskey, motorcycles, bull riding, traveling, breaking a sweat, old bars, Mexican food, having a cold beer, Texas, the Marines, and writing letters.
-- HATES: Tequila, sitting still, classrooms, talking on the phone, banks, cold coffee, cats, explaining himself, repeating himself, first meetings with women, and cold weather.

-- HISTORY !

Everything is bigger in Texas. Unless, of course, you’re the Stone family… in which case, you’re just an average sized family in an average sized house. With two boys and one girl, Thomas and Erica where quite content with life. Due to Thomas’ life in the business world, he spent several years traveling around and bringing the family with him around the time of Wesley’s birth. The second of three, Wesley was nearly nine years younger than his older brother, Thomas Jr., and only a year and a half older than his sister Monica. Despite moving several times, the family finally established themselves back in their hometown of Austin and settled in to raise the family. Almost immediately, the personalities of their children began to unfold and they realized that they had quite the characters at home. While Junior played pseudo-dad, Wesley was the handful, and Monica was the artistic one, they all seemed to meld together nicely.

Fighting was a rarity in the Stone home, though when it struck it struck hard. Several times the boys would end up in the dirt out back, wrestling around and, more than once, end in some blood being spilled—most of the time, it was Wesley’s. Regardless, Wesley always felt the closest to his brother, rather than his sister; instead playing protector of her and follower of Junior. When Wesley was fifteen, Junior joined the Marines and everyone had expected him to follow after shortly. However, he was already heading in a different direction after attending several rodeos and watching the bull riders. The Stone’s were ones to encourage their kids, regardless of the paths they wanted to take. Though, whether they did or not, Wesley had made up his mind and planned on finding a way to see it through. Horses were already a familiar field for him, so logically; bulls seemed like the next step.

A few amateur competitions with broncos and several years of fierce dedication later, and Wesley made it into the PBR. By the age of twenty four, he was in the big times. Although there were several girls he had been interested in during that time, he never really pursued anything. His heart was always set on the next ride and he didn’t have the desire to shift any of that focus to chasing another prize. Through all of his traveling and riding, his family both supported and came to watch when they could. With letters, Wesley kept in constant contact with Junior while he was overseas; always taking time off to go see him when he was back in the States. Until, of course, he got a call that wasn’t from Junior.

A week after both dislocating his shoulder and breaking three ribs, Wesley’s phone rang and it was his parents. They’d just been notified that, sometime the night before, Junior had been killed overseas. Coping with stress was never really his strong point. So, rather than face the family for the following weeks after the service, Wesley packed a bag and headed up towards his Aunt’s house in Massachusetts and decided to just lay low for awhile. Healing sounded like a good idea, considering the fact that he wouldn’t be riding for awhile anyone. Hell, who knows, he might even find a reason to extend his stay even longer.

-- SAMPLE !

Food. Had it not been for that, Malcolm’s situation would be perfectly fine. Unfortunately, food existed and, ironically enough, was necessary for life. The only problem with that fact? It was necessary to life and it wasn’t the cheapest thing out there. At least, the food Malcolm wanted to eat wasn’t the cheapest. He would hardly allow himself to slip into the mindset of cutting back on his food bill just because he couldn’t afford his condo. That made sense, right? But, better to live and be homeless than die from a heart attack in a few years. This was just future planning, is all. None of that, however, changed the fact that planning for the future did not come easy. Seeing as how the current revenue from the theatre was down, it meant the actors weren’t getting paid all that much. Malcolm fell into that category. Something had to be cut from the budget, and at the moment he’d already told himself that the rent and the groceries had to stay. So what did that really leave him with? The ten dollars in quarters he spent every time he had to do the laundry? He was fairly certain that if he stopped washing his clothes, someone would notice sooner or later. Smelling up to high heaven and back would hardly help him to find a job, which would just result in him staying broke. The laundry budget stayed. Gas money? He walked almost everywhere.

What else was left? At the moment, he was at a loss as to what to do. Maybe he could find a second job—that would help him generate some income and it wasn’t unheard of for actors to be seen doing something else on the side. The only roadblock with that one was that when he wasn’t acting, he was at Something Grimm. Those two things severely cut into his free time and he didn’t plan on stopping either anytime soon. If anything, he imagined wanting to spend more time at Something Grimm, even if that meant he wasn’t always with a partner. He was plenty of help just in the aftercare room, talking with and helping anyone that was just used up and tossed aside. Over his time there, he’d made quite a few friends with most anyone that came through the doors. Considering how much time he spent there not with a partner, he figured he was as well known as the owners. Wasn’t that a good thing? If nothing else, it provided him with ways in to just about any business in the city. He had connections, even if he wasn’t keen on using his friends that way. Couldn’t he find someone willing to lend a hand?

Mentally, he began going through everyone in his head. For the most part, none of it seemed to fit. Retail was certainly not a good place for him—he’d end up giving everything away and fired within the hour for talking too much. The food industry would likely have the same problem. Anything that involved an office building was immediately crossed off—he wasn’t going to go that route… ever. Frankly, he was out of options and couldn’t think of what to do next. So his plan? Head down to Something Grimm for some relaxation and so he could gather his thoughts again. Grabbing a shoulder bag off the island in his kitchen quickly, he slipped on his glasses and headed out the door. He took in a deep breath as he stepped onto the street, a small smile slipping over his lips. The smell of the city was rather unforgettable. He may have lived in more moderate housing than some, but the streets still smelled of stale urine and burned rubber. It was his assumption that you had to go pretty far uptown for that to change and, at the moment, that wasn’t the direction he was headed.

It wasn’t until he was actually on his way that he realized it would be the perfect opportunity. Much of his time was spent at Something Grimm helping out, whether that is with people or something else they may have needed. Why not ask them for compensation? It would be that hard, right? It wasn’t like his service went unnoticed—they would be willing to pay, right? Malcolm took all of two seconds to decide that it would be a good idea. They would understand, also. They would be able to see that he was in a tough situation and, therefore, the extra money would be greatly appreciated. It wasn’t as though he didn’t work for it—and he’d even be able to pick up a few more hours here and there. The only problem at the moment was that, if he couldn’t find some source of income, he would be left without a home. Quite frankly, as much as he liked Manhattan and its streets, he did not want to experience them as a bed. That was certainly not on his bucket list, nor did he plan on putting it there anytime soon. Slipping between two parked cars and dodging a man on a bike, Malcolm jogged across the street and pulled open the door to Something Grimm. As he stepped inside, he readjusted his shoulder bag and ran a hand through his hair to fluff it up slightly.

Waving a bit to one of the workers that kept the ‘guest list’ he headed in that direction and let a smile slip easily onto his face. “Good morning, dear one. Is Mr. Diederich in?” Once she nodded a confirmation and let him know he could go in, he slipped quietly through a doorway that would lead to one of the back rooms. Pausing a moment, Malcolm considered the fact that he hadn’t actually thought of what to say. He’d just come expecting it to come naturally. It wasn’t as if he was bad at speaking, right? Eloquent was likely a good term to describe Malcolm’s method of communication, but at the same time, was he just going to walk in and say “Hey, Dirk. Long time no see-I need some cash and you should pay me.” That wouldn’t go over so well. Perhaps it would just appear, once he got in there and started talking. It’d all make sense eventually, right? Something like that. Taking a deep breath, he chewed lightly on his inner lip before raising his hand to knock on the door that would lead into Dirk’s office. Hopefully he would actually be in there and not off walking around or with April; it would make it far more difficult for him to stay on task if that was the case, and at the moment staying on task seemed like a good idea. He simply had to remind himself that walking away from the door in front of him meant walking right into homelessness. (Perhaps exaggerated, but at least it was motivating.)

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: Raven
-- AGE: 19
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: Spunky. Feathery. Loud.
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: Caution 2.0

[* TRENT THE GOLDFISH SPY]

Ok, great app. Just one thing: RECOVERING? I know this plays a huge role in his current state, but would you say that that is necessarily an adequate way to describe his personality? The paragraph seems to focus more on recent events rather then defining who he is, which is what we're looking for during personality. Instead of using the term "recovering," maybe you can say "tenacious" or "pugnacious" to describe his determined spirit to overcome the obstacles you've mentioned. I'm going to have to ask you to rewrite this paragraph and describe how he reacts to these things instead of what these things are. Other then that, you're golden.

[* TRENT THE GOLDFISH SPY]

-- ACCEPTED !