++ graham jenkins. [unfinished]

[•• graham jenkins.]

Full Name: Graham Arthur Jenkins
Nickname: "Gray", but only to those who actually know him well.
Age: 17
Date of Birth: November 11
Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Full Description:

Despite his age, Graham is unusually short, standing at a mere five-feet, four-inches in height. However, he doesn't really look like it if he's not standing next to anyone else. He's not really "buff", but he certainly isn't a wimp either -- rather, he's somewhere in the middle, because he has never really played any sort of hardcore sport, but he doesn't just sit around all day texting, either. He stands up unusually straight, because he saw an old man that was all hunched over when he was about four, and it's been one of his life's goals never to end up like that. Graham is also rather splay-footed, meaning that his toes turn outwards, and when he walks or even runs, his heels will hit each other.

He has a thin face, with a slightly pointed chin that gives him the odd look of some sort of elf. Graham's nose is average for the most part, though perhaps a bit longer than one might normally see. He has messy brown hair that comes down just over the tips of his ears, although it sometimes has the faintest tint of red to it. He has exceptionally blue eyes, though most people, after first meeting him, get accustomed to them rather quickly and don't notice them as much. He has dimpled cheeks, and a thin mouth, and overall is rather good looking, despite his short stature.

[d e e p e r]
Ability:

He can imitate any sound exactly, but often it's not exactly when he wants to. For example, he might yawn while taking a test, and instead, it might sound like a jet engine revving up.

Likes:

• Reggie [duh]
  
• avocados [because they're just cool like that]
  
• procrastinating [mostly on homework]
  
• useless facts [which will spill out randomly]
  
• loyalty [which he prizes almost more highly than avocados]
  
• music [pretty much anything he's good with]
  
• texting [he's hardly ever without his cell phone]
  
• Disney movies [but he doesn't actually TELL people]
  
• coffee [he practically lives off of it]
  

Dislikes:

• pineapples [bad experience as a child]
  
• bluetooths [you can never tell if the person using it is talking to you or not]
  
• litter [he has minor OCD issues, but only outside his own room]
  
• homework [who doesn't?]
  
• people who don't listen [not useful. at all.]
  
• rap [uh, hello. there's no MELODY. they're just chanting random shit.]
  
• dogs [always sticking their noses where they don't belong]
  
• talking on the phone [weird, awkward silences]
  

Characteristics:

Graham can be extraordinarily random and he's often quite energetic, but often only around those he really feels comfortable with. He's never really been fully comfortable around most adults, but he actually really enjoys hanging out with his older sister, Amy, who's now twenty-four. He has a fair amount of friends, but most of them are closer to the acquaintance end of the friend scale, and he can only really talk to some people about the stuff he's really thinking about. But with these people, he's exceptionally loyal, and he'd be willing to take a bullet for them. It takes a long time for someone to get close to him like that, though, and so there are really only about two or three people he can really open up to.

Most of the time he’ll pay attention in class because he finds it interesting. However, he's never really been too fond of schoolwork, because he considers it to be a big waste of time, when he could be doing something else. This has resulted in slightly lower grades, despite his higher-than-normal IQ (which is a 120). He does, on the other hand, have minor ADD and OCD issues, which may be behind many of his dealings with schoolwork and becoming easily bored. Depending on his mood, he can be either really engaging and involved and fun to be around, or else he can be sullen and withdrawn and very much an introvert. However, the latter is, for the most part, when he's feeling stressed out over something or if he feels like a lot of pressure is being put on him to do something or another, generally by his parents, but sometimes by his friends or teachers.

He's always considered himself to be straight, but lately, weirder and weirder thoughts have been entering his head, causing him to consider what he once thought to be completely out of the question. He doesn't really have the guts to actually act on anything that might be in the back of his head, however, and he's hoping that everything will just go away if he ignores it long enough. He's never told anyone, mostly because he's afraid of what people might think, and also because he's not even sure of anything himself. Only time can really tell what will happen with this area of his life.

He has a lot of issues with being accepted in his life. It's not as though he's a social outcast or anything, though. He's not. But there's always this distant fear that he will be someday, or that he'll one day not be good enough to do something. He likes being in some sort of a club because he feels as if he at least belongs somewhere. He'll generally agree with most people, even if he doesn't really think so, or he'll mute his own opinion so that he's not hated because of his views. However, sometimes this can make him a little bit of a doormat, and so he's really trying to work on speaking out and telling people what he really thinks.

Despite the fact that he'll often insult his daemon, and will sometimes act upset with her, there's always a hint of good-naturedness in the background somewhere. Although it may look like he and Reggie don't get along too well, he really cares about her and would do anything to protect her.

[d a e m o n]
Name: Regina (aka "Reg" or "Reggie")
Form: Royal Penguin (Eudyptes schlegeli)
Description:

Regina is, to say, a rather interesting character. She is unusually clumsy, in that she will trip over anything: her own feet or even that tiny little pebble in the middle of the road, and go sprawling out onto her front. However, she'll immediately get right back up again and waddle on as if nothing had happened. She's somewhat hyperactive, and will go up to any random person at any time to pester them until they give her food. But even then, she will often run off because she was distracted by something shiny. She's slightly chubby, and has the typical waddle of any other penguin, though when she tries to move quickly, she'll often extend her wings to try to balance herself. She is also rather under the impression that she is capable of flight.

When most people think "penguin" their minds generally jump to an Emperor Penguin, which is tall and about as noble looking as a penguin can get. As a Royal Penguin, Reggie is rather shorter, and has considerably more blubber than would be normal. Her body can really only be described in that it looks remarkably similar to that of a bowling pin, although perhaps a bit more on the "gourd-ish" side of it, due to her weight. She has a bright orange beak, and has yellow feathers sticking up on the top of her head, although they'll often look more like they were greased backwards. Her webbed feet are a very pale pinkish coloring and her eyes are a solid black.

[f i n i s h i n g;t o u c h e s]
History:

Roleplay Sample:

It had been ages, it seemed, since Seth and Pilot had arranged an actual time to hang out. Most of the time they spent talking in between classes, at lunch, or just walking around La Push after school. Tonight, however, had been one of those rare occasions that had been planned, and in the days prior, they had spent time picking out movies to watch and enough candy to rot their insides in the few hours they planned to spend together. He had even stopped by the nearest grocery store to grab a few cartons of ice cream, which now swung in a plastic bag displaying the store's logo on its side at his waist.

Walking up to the doorway outside her house, his highly perceptive senses picked up traces of the same scent that had been plaguing both him and the rest of the Quileute pack for weeks. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he wondered if the revolting thing had been hanging around here. The thought made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He couldn't think of any other reason for the filthy bloodsucker to single out this particular house than for it to be searching for him. After all, his scent was all over it. Crap. He swallowed. An iron hand seemed to be compressing his insides. If Pie got hurt because of him...

No. That was stupid. He shook his head subconsciously, trying to get the thought out of his head. Straightening up, he stepped forward and pressed the faintly glowing doorknob, hearing a muffled ring reverberate throughout the house. He heard his best friend call out in a similarly muffled sound to someone else there, and he grinned, shaking his head and staring at his shoes as he waited for the door to open, which it did moments later, to reveal a pretty dark-haired girl maybe only a few years older than himself. But as soon as it swung open, the heavy scent hit him like a truck, making his nose burn and his eyes water, distracting him so that he hardly had time to hear what she said next.

"You must be Seth. Pilot's still getting ready. Won't you come in?"

No. This was not possible. One of them was fucking living with her now? As rage began to take over, his vision blurred, he could feel himself start to shake, and he knew what would happen next. What could not happen. Not with Pie so near. Pie. The thought of her forced him to calm himself. To regain control. How could she let this happen? The dangers involved...Not just with the disgusting parasite, but with him being there with the two of them. Forcing himself to remain calm, he shot a menacing glare in the leech's direction and strode quickly inside without a word, holding his breath for as long as possible to keep from smelling that horrible thing that could kill his best friend at any given time.

He was going to have to have a word with her...make her see sense. She couldn't possibly live with such a monster. He'd have to call Sam or Jacob as soon as he could and let them know how serious the breach was. "You staying?" he grunted out awkwardly, his jaw jutting out ever so slightly in defiance as he ground his teeth in frustration at the same time. What he wouldn't give to rip her apart...

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