Post by nobie on Jul 17, 2011 17:27:11 GMT -5
GIVEN TO MINK
GORGE HAROLD HARRISON
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► FULL NAME: obvious
► NICKNAMES: Geo, Georgey, Harrison, Harry, Harold
► SEX: Yes please? male
► AGE & DOB: 20----- 2/25/1943
► RACE & ACCENT: British/ souser accent
► SEXUALITY: hetrosexual
► MARITAL STATUS: single
► CLASS: SCHOOL? Nawr… upper
► OCCUPATION: Full time Musician
► PLAY BY: George Harrison
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► HEIGHT: 5’10”
► WEIGHT: 162lbs
► BUILD: very lean and boney. Harrison never seems to put on weight, though cannot quite be considered unhealthy.
► SKIN TONE: olive
► FACIAL FEATURES: Long, pointed jaw with sharp features. His hair is a medium, silky brown, cut into a shaggy mop-top hair do. Deep, expressive brown eyes are perhaps one of his more notable features.
► DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Sharp fangs that gleam when he smiles are enough to light up anyone’s face. Shaggy eyebrows and a narrow, pointed chin. A few childhood scars here and there, but nothing of much interest.
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► LIKES: –respect
-food
-music
-his mates
-birds
-independence
-making it clear that he can be independent
-Sweets and Chocolates
► DISLIKES: –those who treat him like a piece of furniture
-small animals
-NEEDLES
-invasion of their personal lives from the press
-clingy girls
-being disagreed with or looked down upon
► OVERALL PERSONALITY: George is rather quiet by first nature. He is composed and witty at the best of times, but conceited and not well expressed at the worst. Compassion for music and his quick mind make him quite a person to converse with, after you break past the initial silence barrier. Often, it is this temporary time of silence that Mister Harrison takes to observe and plan. Although he does struggle in terms of blunt expression when it comes to things of a personal nature, George comes out blatant to those he knows opinions don’t matter. He can come up with very blunt matter-of-factly to people once you get him to talk.
The young Beatle takes pride in his music, preferring to write his own material when he can manage, as not to prove dependant on the partnership of his mates, John and Paul. He will take long strides to have him recognized in the music world, despite retreating from the human side of fame. George wishes to be known for his passion, not his face.
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► HOMETOWN: Liverpool, England
► CURRENT RESIDENCE: London Flatt with the rest of the band awaiting the tour.
► FAMILY: mother, father, siblings, spouse, children
► OVERALL HISTORY: Born in 1943 in Liverpool, Engalnd, as the last of four children, George Harold Harrison- son of Harold and Louise Harrison- could have only ever of been one thing- himself. George had always been of a stoic nature, even as a child. Often he would retreat to the comfort of his own dwellings, and keep away from the conversation of others. He lived with his family in a small terraced house in Liverpool. His mother was a Liverpool shop assistant, and his father was a bus conductor who had worked as a ship's steward on the White Star Line. The family was Roman Catholic, though George, never very strict to follow.
At age 13, he had an "epiphany" of sorts - riding a bike around his neighborhood; he heard Elvis Presley's "Heartbreak Hotel" playing from a nearby house and was utterly hooked. Being an excellent student in school, many were confused at Harrison’s sudden lack of interest in school as his attention began drifting in other directions. By the time the young lad was 14 years of age, be began sitting at the back of his classes, scratching pictures of guitars into his notebooks, and daydreaming through his classes. After hearing of another boy’s new acoustic round hole, he sought out a guitar of his own. Soon, he was able to get his hands on a Dutch Egmond flat top acoustic guitar.
While still at the institute, George formed a Skiffle group called The Rebels with his brother, Pete, and their friend. After school, George began meeting with a boy named Paul McCartney, who was a year older than him, but shared similar musical interests. In 1959 he graduated from the Liverpool Institute for Boys. Being three years younger than the John, contact was very limited. They did not become friends till Paul McCartney introduced him to John as a “good friend of his”.
George Harrison joined the Beatles while it was still a skiffle group known around town as “The Quarrymen”. John had considered Harrison too young to join the band, but would often allow him to fill in and jam when they were not at gigs. After awhile of hanging around the lot of them, George turned 15, and John allowed him into the group. Being the youngest band member, George was considered “the kid” to his band mates. It was not so much that George did not like it as much as he was aware of how small it made him feel. He still longed for the autonomy and recognition the others had. He was not allowed into many of the pub gigs the band was invited to play at. Their show locations became limited.
Harrison left school at age 16 and worked as an apprentice electrician at local department store, as he needed the extra money. When The Beatles were offered work in Hamburg in 1960, the musical apprenticeship that Harrison received playing long hours at the Kaiserkeller with the rest of the group, including guitar lessons from Tony Sheridan, laid the foundations of The Beatles' sound, and of Harrison's quiet, professional role within the group; this role would contribute to his reputation as "the quiet Beatle". The first trip to Hamburg was shortened when Harrison was deported for being underage.
REST HAS ALREADY BEEN ESTABLISHED.
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► YOUR ALIAS: Lucie
► OTHER CHARACTERS: none YET
► WHERE YOU FOUND US: Caution advertisement
► ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE:Caution coiled within her agile bones as Sable Claire Francest made steady progress through the thick sea of trees. Much lay masked in the inky darkness of the sun virgin forest. Light only dappled the forest floor in starry patters with the sections where trees became thinner. But Sable avoided them as much as she could manage. Soften darting through the light just to make it to the other side without becoming known to the world around her. She only fell a few times when the snap and pop of tree limbs caused her to almost jump from her skin. She’d been running from Dragons since she’d made it to the island, but four weeks under the radar was something she’d not been use to. Not to say she hadn’t been successful, though. Primarily, she had been a strict night hunter; but as the day shone its early face, she began to feel the pains of hunger gnawing at her stomach. But Sable would not stop to hunt now. There was something else on her mind at this particular time…
Scents of the forest drifted and passed through her keen senses just as they always did, day in and day out. But this one was new… it did not move or drift. It stayed perfectly still… Sable lifted her nose to the air as she slowed near the source of the musky fragrance and inhaled strong and deep. Her golden body stiffened and held strong against her rising hackles. The fur on her neck began to rise up in prickled clumps of tension. Other crashing noised erupted from various places within the forest, as though it were alive and angry with her... But when a familiar voice echoed through the foliage, Sable grimaced.
She sat lurking in the daunting shadows, watching and waiting for the time when she would leave with the information she had gathered from this meeting. Curiosity gnawed at her like teeth against flesh, leaving her itching for more and more… but they seemed to hold their tongues from anything important. The woman only flirting and dancing around in ridiculous manners around the stoic male within its center. Sable scowled in disagreement with the group. How drab… She’d always viewed her kind of intelligent bloodlusts. Not one track sods… She rolled her eyes, but her twin receptors flickered once again over the group when the male began to speak again.
Brilliant.
Stepping into the light of their thin forest gather place, Sable approached with stiff steps, her head leaning passed her shoulders in a demonic manner. She made no move as to indicate that she planned on changing within their time, and simply pressed herself through them. Her golden pelt shone like a star within the night, though it made a significant cloak within the inky darkness when she wished it.
No emotion but that of perhaps a dark scowl laced her face. Her gold eyes bore into the male like daggers.
”-Me. Now get out.” narrowing upon contact of the male, she was fully aware of dominant protocols, and made sure her gaze lay within his own direct one. Like the snap of a finger, her head twisted in the opposite direction, straight at Evangelina. She kept her monotone state and rose her head up tall. ”Don’t be a whore, Ang. It looks ridiculous on you; you’re far too pretty for that nonsense,” She did not move her head, but her glowing seekers shifted to look indifferently at the other Lycan. ”…but you wear it just fine.” having lived with these forest for months, Sable had laid her claim, at least to herself she had. But she had not problem with fighting out the proof. Though she sat at an average female Lycan height, Sable was an agile fighter.
Just as two noisy teenagers bounced and fell into the clearing with the rest of them, Sable snarled and pulled her lips back in a sneer that ripped through the air in annoyance. Did No One know how to be quiet these days?! Christ! snapping her head at them, Sable's voice cut through their laughter with a daunting tone "Yes. You are interrupting! He is hardly an alpha here. and Quite the same, I'd be willing to make a point of it." pure hate and cold drifted off of her like the scent of a human. Strong and impossible to escape.
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