Post by Arthur Fisher on Aug 30, 2010 11:44:11 GMT
FISHER, Arthur
"Talk All The Talk With The Poet's Style..."
Nickname: Art
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-Four
Height: 5"9
Weight: 180lbs
Sexuality: Homosexual
Occupation: Café Owner
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Appearance:
Art has an undeniably plain appearance, although it's not without some odd charm. He's not what you would call athletic, definitely on the larger side of chubby, though it suits him. The other thing people usually notice upon first meeting him is his curly hair, which he tends to keep short so it's easier to manage (he last had his hair long at college, and it brings unwanted memories with it too). His glasses are purely for reading, with thick black & brown frames that lack any discernible designer logo. His other important facial feature is his beard; which he goes through phases with. Sometimes he'll let it grow a bit, and then decide he prefers stubble, though truth be told he just can't make up his mind. His face reflects his personality, being amiable & friendly with a famous small smile he tends to take with him. He denies any claim that his hair is anything but brown, although it used to have a richer, borderline red colour when he was a child which is sometimes hinted at if he's been out in the sun a lot.
He dresses well, in a sort of timeless way that you wouldn't call "his style" but you wouldn't exactly call it generic either. He's a big fan of button-down shirts, and very rarely will he wear anything else unless he has to. Jeans are the typical choice for legs, but he will wear shorts if it's very warm out. A firm believer in staying away from sandals, he has a favourite pair of plain white trainers which seem to compliment anything he feels like wearing, adding to his smart-casual dress sense. He prefers to tuck shirts in, but when he's knows that looks odd when not in a formal setting, so he usually leaves them un-tucked outside of work. His clothes seem to give him a warm, huggable quality, which suits him down to the ground!
Habits:
Not much of a fiddler, Art's habits tend to revolve around what he does with his body rather than other objects. Definitely a nervous lip-biter, although he also does this when he's bored or just thinking about something. Another habit he picked up from somewhere is a slight inability to stand still, he usually sways slightly or shifts his weight from foot to foot, particularly if he's waiting in line or having to stand for a long time. If he's particularly excited or worried he'll tend to rub his face a lot too, a throw-back to the days when acne used to make him fret about his complexion a lot, though his skin is clear now, he hasn't ever lost the rubbing that went with it.
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Personality:
Meek & mild for the most part, Art is agreeable & eager to please. Some might consider this as a fault, especially when it goes so far as trying anything he can to avoid confrontation. He's not the bravest of souls either, but he has a strong sense of morality, and if he feels a strong injustice then he'll make sure it's put right. He is intelligent, perhaps making up for his lack of physical strength. In particular he's good with words, being articulate if not outstandingly numerate (that's what calculators are for, after all). A poet through & through, he's often seen with a pen scribbling down something for later. He's got quite the sarcastic streak in him, which is a part of his incredibly dry humour. It gets him into trouble sometimes, although he always means well, sometimes good natured teasing is mistaken for something more. A bit of a flirt, too, Art knows how to have a good time without going overboard (with a larger stomach he can take more alcohol, not that he drinks often anyway), being a man of moderation in many respects.
Matter-of-fact in thought, he knows how to keep things to himself, although he much prefers company & being sociable to being alone, he enjoys the company of a few close friends more than being part of a large crowd. Not that he doesn't enjoy crowds; his optimistic nature means he's always looking for the silver lining on any grey clouds. Perpetually neat, he hates uncleanliness & takes pride in every aspect of his life ("If it's on display, it's something to show people how great you are."), which is partly down to his fear & dislike of judging. His views on judging & labeling people are paradoxical: he hates the idea of being judged and yet his inner-perfectionist is driven by wanting to by judged favourably. Ultimately he is a flawed but well-meaning guy, trying to do right by people without upsetting them, at the expense of his courage. He's fairly neutral despite his definite opinions, & tries to be open-minded as well as considering other people's views before speaking & acting. To an extent a social strategist, he sometimes takes a while to respond to things because he's deducing how best to approach the situation (although it makes him appear a little "slow"). Friendly and approachable, he's a natural friend & knows that you have show respect in order to get the same in return.
Likes:
+ Cooking
+ Teaching
+ Friends
+ Cleaning
+ Reading
Dislikes:
- Snow
- Ignorance
- Solitude
- Labels
- Arrogance
Fears:
With little to be truly afraid of, Art's worries would be seen by most as trivial at best. He is certainly afraid of insects, particularly flying ones that make a lot of noise, though small ones like spiders don't especially bother him (he wouldn't say so but he's terrified of bees, wasps & hornets). He also has a fear of being judged, he's aware that not everyone can like everyone else, but he hates the idea of people deciding they know him before speaking to him. His biggest anxiety is ending up alone, and it's something that is on his mind the majority of the time, however much he might try to push it aside.
Dreams:
Art has few actual dreams & goals in life, but those he has he's extremely passionate about. The first is one he's half-way towards realising, and that is to run a successful café where he can earn a keep doing what he loves: talking to people & cooking. He's done the setting-up bit, now he just has to wait & hope that things take off. His second dream is a little further from his grasp: a family. He wants nothing more than to find a husband and have a child, something that uncharacteristically he's reluctant to share with people for fear that they'll laugh. These dreams mean a lot to him, and he's determined to do his very best, but like anyone he sometimes wonders if his dreams really are just that... dreams.
Secrets:
Art is an open person, so he has few secrets to tell, although similar to his dreams those he has he's very quiet about. The first is his dream to have a family, because over time he's realised it may just be impossible, it's not that he lacks confidence, but he knows he's not exactly the most attractive fish in the sea. His second secret is about his family, which he keeps partly due to shame of his past & partly due to fear of what might happen, or rather, who might appear if word got out. Those he's closest to he would tell, but he's always thought that unless people directly ask him then there's no need to bring it up.
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History:
Arthur had a relatively good upbringing in Northern Ireland. He lived in a decent house with quite a large family (two parents, three brothers & one sister) whom he loved & was loved by. He had want of nothing, until he reached about fourteen years old.
He had always been a little bit different to his brothers, being the youngest he often found himself playing with his sister more and not being interested in the many football matches held in his back garden. Like so many mothers his said he was just "sensitive", but Art felt from a very young age that it was something different. It wasn't until he hit puberty he began to understand. All of his brothers were finding girlfriends & going out on dates, but Arthur never found a girl he found attractive. He couldn't tell anyone at first, but he was attracted to boys. "Gay" was a word he'd heard on the playground, but growing up in a strictly Catholic community he'd also learnt that it was something shameful. It wasn't until he confided in his History teacher that he discovered a different point of view.
Being gay wasn't wrong... just different. It didn't make things easier at home, he ended up going on dates with girls to appease his mother, who had quite the temper. Her strict but fair upbringing had two affects on him; it made him fear arguments & look for diplomatic solutions (even if that meant keeping quiet) as well as giving him a good sense for right & wrong. Things stayed the same for a long time, but then he left for University & things changed.
There he felt free to finally be himself, although at first his shy personality and lack of self-confidence led to a fair few rejections. This lead to a new behaviour for him: comfort eating. He found that he was good at cooking, quickly gaining a passion for it, discovering it could make him feel better if he was feeling down. It didn't take long for the weight to start to show, but he found he wasn't particularly bothered by it. He still got a reasonable response from guys, felt more comfortable in his skin than he ever had before & eventually he sort of plateaued & stopped gaining.
Upon returning home he found he had learnt a lot more than just how to teach: he'd learnt to have self-confidence. This wasn't all beneficial though, soon after he came home he told his family about his sexual orientation. His father & sister were supporting, claiming they'd had their suspicions. Their support was vital when his mother & brothers turned on him, effectively casting him out of the family. He couldn't stay, it wouldn't take long before word got out and he'd be completely isolated.
He decided to leave for America, somewhere sunny & by the beach where people would be more accepting. He was sad to leave what he could still call his family behind, and he still wonders after them a lot, but he was also aware that running away would only anger the other part of his family more: it was the ultimate shame & show of cowardice. Who knows what they would do if they found him? For that reason alone he needed to start anew in Jamestown, hopefully he can lose the accent fast enough...
Yourself:
My name is Sam, I'm 17 years young & I created this site. You can send me a private message if you've got any questions or if you want some other way of getting in touch with me (whatever floats your boat, I'm flexible). I live in the UK & anything else you'll have to ask me about personally(you lucky thing you)!
RP Sample:
A sigh escaped Art's lips as he pulled up to his new home. It wasn't much; a single bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, living room & study. Barely a house, more of a two-story flat. It did the job though, and with a clean & some fixing up it could be down-right homely. His train of thought was distracted, however, by his stomach growling.
"Guess I better cook something up first." he thought with a smile, grabbing his suitcase & heading inside. At least the furnishings were all here, so it wasn't going to cost more to move-in. And it was his. Really his. This was it, a new start. Maybe he'd meet someone. He'd need to: between the house & the café he was going to run out of money sans a second income.
Such woes were put to rest once the aroma of pasta filled the house; a particular favourite of Art's to celebrate the move. It was one of the best dishes he'd done in ages, if only his sister could have been there to eat with him. He sighed again, this time holding back tears. This was it. He was completely alone.
Make or brake...
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-Four
Height: 5"9
Weight: 180lbs
Sexuality: Homosexual
Occupation: Café Owner
- - -
Appearance:
Art has an undeniably plain appearance, although it's not without some odd charm. He's not what you would call athletic, definitely on the larger side of chubby, though it suits him. The other thing people usually notice upon first meeting him is his curly hair, which he tends to keep short so it's easier to manage (he last had his hair long at college, and it brings unwanted memories with it too). His glasses are purely for reading, with thick black & brown frames that lack any discernible designer logo. His other important facial feature is his beard; which he goes through phases with. Sometimes he'll let it grow a bit, and then decide he prefers stubble, though truth be told he just can't make up his mind. His face reflects his personality, being amiable & friendly with a famous small smile he tends to take with him. He denies any claim that his hair is anything but brown, although it used to have a richer, borderline red colour when he was a child which is sometimes hinted at if he's been out in the sun a lot.
He dresses well, in a sort of timeless way that you wouldn't call "his style" but you wouldn't exactly call it generic either. He's a big fan of button-down shirts, and very rarely will he wear anything else unless he has to. Jeans are the typical choice for legs, but he will wear shorts if it's very warm out. A firm believer in staying away from sandals, he has a favourite pair of plain white trainers which seem to compliment anything he feels like wearing, adding to his smart-casual dress sense. He prefers to tuck shirts in, but when he's knows that looks odd when not in a formal setting, so he usually leaves them un-tucked outside of work. His clothes seem to give him a warm, huggable quality, which suits him down to the ground!
Habits:
Not much of a fiddler, Art's habits tend to revolve around what he does with his body rather than other objects. Definitely a nervous lip-biter, although he also does this when he's bored or just thinking about something. Another habit he picked up from somewhere is a slight inability to stand still, he usually sways slightly or shifts his weight from foot to foot, particularly if he's waiting in line or having to stand for a long time. If he's particularly excited or worried he'll tend to rub his face a lot too, a throw-back to the days when acne used to make him fret about his complexion a lot, though his skin is clear now, he hasn't ever lost the rubbing that went with it.
- - -
Personality:
Meek & mild for the most part, Art is agreeable & eager to please. Some might consider this as a fault, especially when it goes so far as trying anything he can to avoid confrontation. He's not the bravest of souls either, but he has a strong sense of morality, and if he feels a strong injustice then he'll make sure it's put right. He is intelligent, perhaps making up for his lack of physical strength. In particular he's good with words, being articulate if not outstandingly numerate (that's what calculators are for, after all). A poet through & through, he's often seen with a pen scribbling down something for later. He's got quite the sarcastic streak in him, which is a part of his incredibly dry humour. It gets him into trouble sometimes, although he always means well, sometimes good natured teasing is mistaken for something more. A bit of a flirt, too, Art knows how to have a good time without going overboard (with a larger stomach he can take more alcohol, not that he drinks often anyway), being a man of moderation in many respects.
Matter-of-fact in thought, he knows how to keep things to himself, although he much prefers company & being sociable to being alone, he enjoys the company of a few close friends more than being part of a large crowd. Not that he doesn't enjoy crowds; his optimistic nature means he's always looking for the silver lining on any grey clouds. Perpetually neat, he hates uncleanliness & takes pride in every aspect of his life ("If it's on display, it's something to show people how great you are."), which is partly down to his fear & dislike of judging. His views on judging & labeling people are paradoxical: he hates the idea of being judged and yet his inner-perfectionist is driven by wanting to by judged favourably. Ultimately he is a flawed but well-meaning guy, trying to do right by people without upsetting them, at the expense of his courage. He's fairly neutral despite his definite opinions, & tries to be open-minded as well as considering other people's views before speaking & acting. To an extent a social strategist, he sometimes takes a while to respond to things because he's deducing how best to approach the situation (although it makes him appear a little "slow"). Friendly and approachable, he's a natural friend & knows that you have show respect in order to get the same in return.
Likes:
+ Cooking
+ Teaching
+ Friends
+ Cleaning
+ Reading
Dislikes:
- Snow
- Ignorance
- Solitude
- Labels
- Arrogance
Fears:
With little to be truly afraid of, Art's worries would be seen by most as trivial at best. He is certainly afraid of insects, particularly flying ones that make a lot of noise, though small ones like spiders don't especially bother him (he wouldn't say so but he's terrified of bees, wasps & hornets). He also has a fear of being judged, he's aware that not everyone can like everyone else, but he hates the idea of people deciding they know him before speaking to him. His biggest anxiety is ending up alone, and it's something that is on his mind the majority of the time, however much he might try to push it aside.
Dreams:
Art has few actual dreams & goals in life, but those he has he's extremely passionate about. The first is one he's half-way towards realising, and that is to run a successful café where he can earn a keep doing what he loves: talking to people & cooking. He's done the setting-up bit, now he just has to wait & hope that things take off. His second dream is a little further from his grasp: a family. He wants nothing more than to find a husband and have a child, something that uncharacteristically he's reluctant to share with people for fear that they'll laugh. These dreams mean a lot to him, and he's determined to do his very best, but like anyone he sometimes wonders if his dreams really are just that... dreams.
Secrets:
Art is an open person, so he has few secrets to tell, although similar to his dreams those he has he's very quiet about. The first is his dream to have a family, because over time he's realised it may just be impossible, it's not that he lacks confidence, but he knows he's not exactly the most attractive fish in the sea. His second secret is about his family, which he keeps partly due to shame of his past & partly due to fear of what might happen, or rather, who might appear if word got out. Those he's closest to he would tell, but he's always thought that unless people directly ask him then there's no need to bring it up.
- - -
History:
Arthur had a relatively good upbringing in Northern Ireland. He lived in a decent house with quite a large family (two parents, three brothers & one sister) whom he loved & was loved by. He had want of nothing, until he reached about fourteen years old.
He had always been a little bit different to his brothers, being the youngest he often found himself playing with his sister more and not being interested in the many football matches held in his back garden. Like so many mothers his said he was just "sensitive", but Art felt from a very young age that it was something different. It wasn't until he hit puberty he began to understand. All of his brothers were finding girlfriends & going out on dates, but Arthur never found a girl he found attractive. He couldn't tell anyone at first, but he was attracted to boys. "Gay" was a word he'd heard on the playground, but growing up in a strictly Catholic community he'd also learnt that it was something shameful. It wasn't until he confided in his History teacher that he discovered a different point of view.
Being gay wasn't wrong... just different. It didn't make things easier at home, he ended up going on dates with girls to appease his mother, who had quite the temper. Her strict but fair upbringing had two affects on him; it made him fear arguments & look for diplomatic solutions (even if that meant keeping quiet) as well as giving him a good sense for right & wrong. Things stayed the same for a long time, but then he left for University & things changed.
There he felt free to finally be himself, although at first his shy personality and lack of self-confidence led to a fair few rejections. This lead to a new behaviour for him: comfort eating. He found that he was good at cooking, quickly gaining a passion for it, discovering it could make him feel better if he was feeling down. It didn't take long for the weight to start to show, but he found he wasn't particularly bothered by it. He still got a reasonable response from guys, felt more comfortable in his skin than he ever had before & eventually he sort of plateaued & stopped gaining.
Upon returning home he found he had learnt a lot more than just how to teach: he'd learnt to have self-confidence. This wasn't all beneficial though, soon after he came home he told his family about his sexual orientation. His father & sister were supporting, claiming they'd had their suspicions. Their support was vital when his mother & brothers turned on him, effectively casting him out of the family. He couldn't stay, it wouldn't take long before word got out and he'd be completely isolated.
He decided to leave for America, somewhere sunny & by the beach where people would be more accepting. He was sad to leave what he could still call his family behind, and he still wonders after them a lot, but he was also aware that running away would only anger the other part of his family more: it was the ultimate shame & show of cowardice. Who knows what they would do if they found him? For that reason alone he needed to start anew in Jamestown, hopefully he can lose the accent fast enough...
Yourself:
My name is Sam, I'm 17 years young & I created this site. You can send me a private message if you've got any questions or if you want some other way of getting in touch with me (whatever floats your boat, I'm flexible). I live in the UK & anything else you'll have to ask me about personally(you lucky thing you)!
RP Sample:
A sigh escaped Art's lips as he pulled up to his new home. It wasn't much; a single bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, living room & study. Barely a house, more of a two-story flat. It did the job though, and with a clean & some fixing up it could be down-right homely. His train of thought was distracted, however, by his stomach growling.
"Guess I better cook something up first." he thought with a smile, grabbing his suitcase & heading inside. At least the furnishings were all here, so it wasn't going to cost more to move-in. And it was his. Really his. This was it, a new start. Maybe he'd meet someone. He'd need to: between the house & the café he was going to run out of money sans a second income.
Such woes were put to rest once the aroma of pasta filled the house; a particular favourite of Art's to celebrate the move. It was one of the best dishes he'd done in ages, if only his sister could have been there to eat with him. He sighed again, this time holding back tears. This was it. He was completely alone.
Make or brake...
"...Tongue Like Electric, Eyes Like A Child."
