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YOU;;
OOC name;
Chance

CHARACTER;;
Full Name;
Parker Hugh James
Age;
Twenty Four

APPEARANCE;;
Build;
So how do you describe Parker without lapsing into some place you really shouldn’t be? With an amiable appearance and features that are neither homely nor extremely handsome, he’s a good enough looking guy. He's thin, but not stick thin, as he does have a bit of muscle on him. He's tall, at six foot four, though he doesn't look it at all, and quite lengthy, almost in a gawky sort of way. His skin is pale and smooth, as he doesn’t tan or burn easily. He doesn't work out much, because really, he never really had the time or the motivation, but his stomach is flat and though he’s not built, he’s not horribly out of shape either.

His teeth are straight and pearly white, but with his father being as rich as he was, Parker had gotten braces and done everything to keep his teeth perfect, or at least, his dad put a spin on it to make it seem like it was all Parker’s idea. His jaw is rounded, and his forehead is slightly high. His eyelashes naturally stand out, but he doesn't enhance them with eyeliner or any sort of make up at all, even if it may look that way at times. He's got a straight posture, and you’d be lucky to ever find him slouching. Although he cannot be described as die hard handsome, he’s still pretty nice to look at, if you have the right taste that is.


His clothing style is conservative, but he does occasionally dress up in a tie and jacket for no particular reason other than to surprise people. He'll go for the jacket, but underneath will be some Rock and Roll or cotton, form fitting tee-shirt with a band name on it. He's flexible with pants, sometimes jeans, sometimes slacks, but his preferred color is a classy black. Shoes are simple, Chuck Taylor black and White Converse or dress shoes, and some days when the heat is enough, he'll go around barefoot, but probably no further than his front door. He wears reading glasses when he feels like it, but there is no actual need for him to use them.

Hair;
Dark ebony hair, feather soft at times, that can be utterly shaggy, or trimmed almost to the scalp. It also has the tendency to no matter what, look as if he has just woken up, scattered all over the place in every which direction. He doesn't do much with it, but when he was younger and lived with his father, he was required to keep it trip and proper, and wasn't allowed to let it grow out and get shaggy, like he sometimes has it now. It can even get to the point where it completely covers his ears. At times it can appear greasy, but only if he’s been working hard and doesn't take the time for a shower. Parker has never had the desire for facial hair, so he shaves regularly and only when he is run down will he let any stubble show up on his skin.

Eyes;
His dark mahogany eyes are deeply expressive, but also very, very mysterious. One emotion you may think you see could be a totally different one and it would be almost impossible to tell, unless he also told you in words. His eyes can be seen as bluish green at times, but usually they stay that mysterious dark brown color. They don’t really change color with his mood, but as previously stated they can be very expressive, to the point of where all you have to do is look him in the eye and know if he’s telling the truth, which is something he doesn't actually like because he would rather get away with a lie. Sometimes he'll wear color contacts if he needs to go somewhere and wants to feel groovy, or whatever, but as his eyes are pretty sensitive, he tries t o stay away from contacts. He has almost perfect vision, but finds it sort of hard to see things very far away, past a reasonable distance.

Nose;
His nose is straight, and long, but not disproportionate to his face, which I guess you could say is a very good thing. He thinks his nose is too straight, and some might agree, but what do you want? It's a nose. He didn't have acne when he was a teenager, or at least not too badly, so his skin is fair and free from blemishes, those included on his nose. He is prone to bloody noses for some reason, and the slightly trauma to it, aka, something hitting harder than a soft tap, could give him a nose bleed. It's rounded at the end, so it's not straight and pointy, which he, I guess, is pretty grateful for because he believes straight and pointy would make him look rather much like a witch.
Lips;
His lips are thin, but visible. When he smiles you can barely see them, but it's not an unpleasant sight. If he really wants something, those pretty pale pink lips can form into a very effective pout, which usually, but not always gets him what he wants. His smile could melt the heart, and he does a lot. Smile that is. Another thing about his lips, are they can form a very rich boy like smirk, that though can be pompous and offensive, also has the effect of being undeniably sexy, and at times adorable.
Tattoos;
Parker never was into tattoos or anything like that, he hated needles, and any exposure over the necessary to them made him a bit nervous, and so, he never did take the opportunity to get one. He has, on many occasions, however, purchased stick on`s and even gotten a henna tattoo on his ankle, but that’s the extent of his body art.
Scars;
There’s a small scar right under his chin, just a lighting of the flesh in a small little nick. This happened when he got into a fight defending Annie in 12th grade, where he foolishly took on the football team’s star lineman. Not a good choice, and he’s lucky he did no more than get that scar. There are some from his childhood, but none that would cause you to take more than one look, and not as many as most people have, considering his background and all.
Flaws;
Parker hates his nose, thinking it too straight. He has the habit of drinking a little much when he gets stressed, but it doesn't happen often. He tells lies just like everyone else, and is mostly honest, though you have to agree, his lies are often quite intricate and believable. There’s also the fact he’s rich, he gets a quarter of what his father makes each year, and no matter how nice he is, money sometimes goes to the head. There is also the fact that if he doesn't like you he can be a rather big, and unforgiving, ass.

Piercings;
Again, Parker isn't exactly fond of anything poking him, no matter what it is. He has no piercing.

PERSONALITY;;
Personality;
What can you say about Parker? He absolutely loves to make people laugh, and would probably do it at all costs. A joke or two is always stowed away, and he’s actually pretty sensitive to other people’s emotions, though it may not always seem that way. He can find the humor in any situation; so long as it is not too far fetched. He does, however, have the capability of being utterly serious when it calls for it, and when asked, he can become one of the most solemn guys you will ever meet. It takes a while to actually get to know him, but he is a good enough character with a big heart. He doubts himself though, and even compliments can be seen as insults or teasing. He just brushes it off though. It’s hard to really see inside of Parker, as he covers up his emotions with his humor and deep laugh. He’s very sharp, but he often plays his intelligence off with stupid remarks and prods at himself. He's sarcastic, just like anyone else, and sometimes can get a bit jaded. Parker has a clever, analytical mind, which allows him to solve problems and have good judgment fairly easily. Despite that, he’s a pretty outgoing guy, and he won't hesitate to be the life of the party or put on a show for some onlookers.

Typical rich guy, he has whatever he wants at the wave of a hand, but surprisingly he doesn't use it to his advantage so often. Not saying that he is completely snob free, because, yeah, he does have his moments where you want to shove it in his face that not every damn person on the earth has money, but luckily those moments are few and far between. He has a temper on him, but it flares only when stoked and prodded and all that. He needs time to get angry at you, and when he does it's not pretty. Not pretty at all. He's a very physical person when angry, and though he won't hit or injure, he may grab your arm or something to make sure you’re looking at him. When he doesn't like you, he’s an ass, and sometimes he can be an ass just for the hell of it, when he’s stressed, or even when he’s tired. Sometimes he forgets boundaries, or oversteps them, and he struggles to face up to the consequences.

Parker can be a rather big flirt. He's smooth and has all the right moves, and often gets girls he wasn't sure he wanted in the first place. He has a natural charm; though often he hides it when he gets to know you really well because he wants to know you’ll be his friend for him, and not his charm. He's not a manwhore or anything, nah, he just likes women. He won't take them to bed every night, but he’s not totally against one night stands either. He's the rich guy in the rich house, but with the heart of just someone whose been given more than they needed. He lives in a fancy house, but all his possessions are not all that ‘rich and fancy’ he’d much prefer some Easy Mac, to some exquisite cuisine. He's really not that fond of animals, but he won't get mad or act all offended if you happen to have a pet. He's not allergic, and he can enjoy them from a distance, but responsibility just isn't his thing. Neither is commitment, and he tends to stay far, far away from it. A few long term relationships are all he can do, long term meaning more than three months, which is a personal record for him. Actually, the longest relationship he ever had was four years, but look how that ended.

Likes;
women
money
hisclub
rockandroll
punk
acoustic
hisguitar
singing
dancing
parties
beer
liquor
whiskey
reading
working
creditcards
laughter
smiles
parks
sunnydays
fancy cars
disguise
love
flings
onenightstands
friends

Dislikes;
commitment
bigshowofhate
trouble[sometimes]
needles
critters
creepycrawlies
beingchallenged
rap
country
sterotypes
atthemomenthisfather
softmusic

PAST;;
Family;
Father; Helix James
Mother; Leigh Samson-deceased
History;
Parker Hugh James was born on August 18th in one of the best hospitals in the state of Massachusetts, to two of the wealthiest individuals at the time. They owned a large record company, and his father ran it, as well as being the spokesperson and executive of the whole company. Parker was a pretty normal child, an only child at that, and he caused little trouble for his parents as an infant and a toddler, though he did contract meningitis when he was eight months old, but was fully cured and healed a few months later.

When Parker was five, his mother was killed in a car accident, and he broke his collar bone. He was too young to understand just exactly what happened, but he was definitely imprinted in a negative way by the experience. Which is why he isn't keen on taking car rides for no reason whatsoever. He did get along well with his father, but was left pretty much alone during the weekdays while his father ran the record company and kept the label popular. Still, their relationship was good, and the two were not as distant as some parents, but not necessarily as close as others.

They moved to Boston, into a large house, bordering on a mansion, right on the Boston Harbor, so his father could more easily commute to work and back. Parker adjusted easily, because he never had gotten attached to anyone, or anything. He was eight at the time, and was home schooled by one of the best tutors his father could find him. This probably contributed to his early anti-social behavior that went on until he was about twelve when his father noticed the boy was so shy he couldn’t even talk comfortably with his relatives. Instead of enrolling him in a public, or at least private school, he took Parker to a therapist. This helped him along, but in the end the therapist was the one who suggested to Parkers father that he get Parker into a school, where he could make some new friends, and interact with others his age.

His father reluctantly took the advice and enrolled Parker into one of the top private schools in the nation, which happened to be in Boston, and Parker fit in very well there, thanks to his natural curiosity about all things and his sharp intelligence. He wasn't the best of students, but he made honor role every time and got close enough to a four point zero grade average for most grading periods. Life was pretty much normal for Parker, he did his school work, came home, hung out and if he was lucky had some laid back conversations with his father.

When Parker was seventeen he met Annie, she was one of the girls in his homeroom class, and she sat right behind him. She was a blond beauty, model material, but she was somewhat of a bookworm. She wasn't shy, rather outgoing, but she stuck to books more than people. It all started when she saw Parker reading one of her favorite books, and she naturally took on a conversation with him. Parker was surprised at being approached, because though he was well liked, he wasn't popular, and he had always thought that Annie was one of the pops. Surprise, surprise, she wasn't. And the two became immediate friends. Parker invited her over often, and she did the same for him, until they practically lived at each others houses. Parker’s father was happy he had found a friend, even it was a girl.

Anyway, Parker continued to grow up, in his very rich house, but he adjusted well enough [thanks in part to his ongoing visits to the therapist his father insisted he continue to see]. At eighteen, Parker’s father gave him his very own soft top convertible, jet black and in mint condition with leather seats. Which just goes to show you he was rather spoiled, seeing as how he got anything he wanted when he wanted it, even if he didn't ask for much to begin with. The same year Parker graduated from the local private high school with top honors, no valedictorian, but still very good marks.

He went to college and got a business degree and a major in psychology as well. After that, he was twenty two and took a year off. During that year he proposed to Annie, but she declined. He later found out she had been cheating on him for several months, and that she had loved in the beginning but he was too engrossed in his studies to really pay much attention to her. He was hurt, and kind of pissed, but he understood. It was his fault after all.

His father was a great help, and as Parker promotes his fathers record label and the overall business at clubs, he was given a fair amount of their profits. Which, pretty much makes him rich. He does sing a little, and during his year off, his twenty third year, he did vocal for some local bands and pretty much made a very small name for himself. Mostly he sang to promote his fathers label company and encouraged aspiring artists to sign with their company. He still kicked ass though.

When he was twenty four, he decided he needed to do something with his life, and though he still gets profits from the business, he considers himself on his own. He moved to Los Angeles, and had a bit of a fight with his father, so the two are not currently speaking to each other. He got a job as a record for LA Records, just to make his father mad if he ever found out, but still.


PRESENT;;
Pets;
None
Siblings;
He's the only child.
Children;
You never know.
Education;
Business degree, college, highschoolcompleted.
Job;
Agent @ LA Records

CITY OF ANGELS;;
Celebrity;
Jeff B. Davis
Sample Post;
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The blood clung to his skin, until it was all he could feel, seeping up between the fibers of his shirt, onto his skin. The muscles in his arms were on fire, and he somehow managed to still keep clear thoughts in his head. The few minutes waiting were silent, at least on his part, as he struggled to keep holding her, trying not to drop her. Chance was weak, yeah, he didn't work out, unless you counted writing a work out, and he was pretty much out of shape. Had it not been for the adrenaline coursing through his veins, he very well might have loosened his grip, or maybe even notice that his legs were trembling slightly. Not enough for anyone to notice, but enough so that it made him look just a teensy bit unsteady. As soon as the nurses came into view, he let out an internal sigh of relief, glad she was going to be taken care of. As the weight was taken from him, he became aware of the intense ache in his back and the fire in his arms that made him want to grab onto something solid. His palms were sweaty, so he wiped them on his pants, grimacing when all that accomplished was getting more slick blood on his hands.

He blinked, pulling much needed air into his lungs, but couldn't force himself to look away from the girl, Alyana, his teeth troubling his bottom lip until the only spot on him not covered in blood was bleeding too. Okay, well, it wasn't the only spot, his back was clean, except for the sweat, but his forehead had recently gathered the crimson liquid as well when he couldn't help but run his hand through his hair to get it off his face, putting red streaks within the brown and blond hues as well. His heart still beat fiercely in his chest, the feeling he wasn't quite fond of, being hot, and sweaty, and cold and numb all at the same time. Being covered in blood didn't help either. His eyes trailed after her long after the emergency room doors swung shut. He flinched when the male nurse addressed him, but a steady, though weakened smile appeared on his pale lips. “I'd appreciate it, sir, and thank you.” Hah! There goes that annoying habit of being polite again. Only, you really couldn't call it annoying because being polite was the thing that most people were supposed to be. He watched as the man went into the locker room to retrieve the clothes.

Chance could only stand in the middle of the waiting room, looking tired, and slightly lost, before the man came back with a pair of black slacks, and a white Killers long sleeve shirt. Chance smiled gratefully, his eyes loosing some of the misty grey color, but still not entirely filled with relief. The man nodded and went off to do the other medical duties he had to do, and Chance wandered into one of the washrooms, the man had pointed out and assured him it was perfectly fine to go in there. His Converse were probably the only article of clothing not soaked with blood, and he was a bit relieved about that, considering those were the first shoes he had ever bought in America. It felt odd, really, when he thought that he was somewhat of an immigrant to the United States, at least if you went by his old identity, the one whose citizenship lay in Australia, and not here in America, like Chance Traven`s did. Chance used to get hung up on the name change and would slip up sometimes and give out his real name, but he had stopped doing that a while ago. The staff washroom was tiled in green, two shades, light and dark, and there was a mirror all the way across the wall, with very neat, large sinks. Chance wasn't feeling tired, just a little achy. He bit his lip, harder than he wanted and winced, watching as the reflection in the mirror did the same. The crimson liquid soaked through him, and he almost shuddered at the image, thinking briefly that this could have been Cali`s blood. He wished he could have been there to save her.

It took him a few moments to focus, before he pulled himself into a stall and turned on the water. Yup, they had showers. Which was nice. He turned on the water, letting the water bleed over his fully clothed body. It was cold, and hot, and nothing all at the same time. He briefly wondered if he was supposed to be using it, but as his head leaned against the wall, probably from the shock of it all, he couldn't bring himself to care. The blood that was on his skin slowly started to seep off, mixing with the water into a pinkish swirl of water down the drain. He blinked, shaking his head slightly to free the heavy feeling he experienced when his hair got waterlogged. That was the trouble with having a hair style such as his. He never did anything with it because he hated stylists and anything prim and proper, which basically constituted not styling his hair. After a moment, he turned off the water, all the blood he could have removed now gone, and undressed, shivering slightly. Hospitals were cold! He was sure they knew that, but still. Must be so the patients were never comfortable enough to die. Which, quite frankly, was perfectly okay with him. His skin was smooth and pale, a pale tan that blended nicely with the white of his boxer shorts. He grabbed a towel someone had placed outside, and dried himself off.

The slacks were loose, but not enough to warrant a belt, and the shirt fit nicely on him, not tight, but not loose either. Perfect. This took him quite a few minutes, a half hour at the least, and once he was done, dry and blood free he stepped out of the shower block. Luckily, no one was there to see him, so he put his Converse under the hand dryer. It took another half hour for them to dry; it wasn't like he had anywhere to be, and if they had any news on Alayna the man who had let him borrow the clothes would surely come find him. Once his shoes were void of any moisture and laced up on his feet, he pushed cautiously on the swinging door and emerged into a world of light and colors he forgot existed. In actuality he emerged into the emergency room waiting area, but it's all the same to him. He blinked softly, the harshness of the florescent lights hard against his now sea green eyes. The color was muddied, but at least it wasn't grey. Grey meant heartbreak, and that was just something Chance wanted nothing to do with at the moment.

Chance collapsed into one of the waiting room chairs as soon as his knees touched the edge. The chair was rather hard, not one he would expect many people to relish sitting in while they awaited news of a loved ones survival or death, but he couldn't really bring himself to care at the present moment. Though you would expect him to drift off, or collapse, or like, die or something, he found himself incredibly alert. This was just all surreal. I mean, how many people you knew carried a woman for a half hour to a nearby hospital after finding her in an alleyway shortly after getting mugged? Chance didn't want to believe it, because he had already dealt with enough evils in the world. Including himself. Chance had drunk driving, hit and run, abuse of parental figure, running away, fake name almost anything you could imagine under his belt. And he regretted it all, but when your life was as fucked as his, what were you really going to do about it? Nothing, which in the end only made him feel extremely guilty and consumed with guilt, but he could do little more than nothing.

The next hour passed by excruciatingly slow, but it's over before he knows it. Which was odd considering time seldom sped up and slowed down at the same time. But, whatever, Chance really wasn't one to explain his feelings. The first thing Chance notices about the doctor is the happy smile he is wearing on his face, and he relaxed suddenly, because, what doctor in their right mind would come up to a waiting person with a big grin on their face and then tell them extremely bad news. That just didn't happen, unless of course, that doctor wanted to be decked. Yeah, Chance has some anger issues, but he’s working through them. He stands, only because he believes it is expected of him, and listened attentively to what the man has to say. It's his journalistic nature to tune into anything interesting or important, and this was definitely important. His whole demeanor visibly relaxed even though he couldn’t have known the woman for more than an hour at the most. I guess saving someone’s life really gave you a bond with them, whether you realized it or not. He wasn't quite aware of it yet. He nodded politely and murmured a thank you, before he headed straight toward her room, only to stop and stand in the doorway.

He swallows, hard, and leaned against the doorframe, his eyes trailing over her bruised body. What if he hadn't been there, would there have been anyone to help her? He was eternally thankful to his boss for pressuring him to complete the story, even if now the story was even less finished than it had been when he started. The hospital room was blindingly white, and the doorway he is standing in his oddly firm against his weight.

Other;
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[[xSIENNAbrooke]]

Accepted definitely! wow!

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