Post by cameronyardling on Aug 31, 2010 15:09:55 GMT -8
Holden Dan Marshal
[/color][/size]{Like Sister, Like Baby Brother.}
"Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."
J.D. Salinger
The Catcher in the Rye
Chapter 26[/center]
( The Basics )
( Full Name)[/color] Holden Dan Marshal.
( Nickname )[/color] Holden.
( Age )[/color] Sixteen.
( Birthdate )[/color] June 30th, 1994.
( Sex )[/color] Male.
( Hometown )[/color] New York City, New York.
( Class )[/color] Sophomore.
( Sexuality )[/color] Straight.
( Played By )[/color] Josh Hutcherson.
( Their Power)
( Ability )[/color]
X-Ray Vision: Holden is gifted with some rather talented vision. So talented, he can see through solids and, sorry ladies, that means clothes too.
Laser Eyes: In times of defense, Holden has the ability to shoot green colored lasers from his eyes. However it's incredibly painful. It's for emergencies only.
( Type of Power )[/color] Physical.
( Weakness )[/color] You need eyes for x-ray and laser vision. If Holden's eyes aren't open and fully functioning his gifts are useless. As well, Holden requires concentration. Focusing his vision is a mental process as well. And If you haven't noticed by the pictures yet, Holden wears glasses. Kind of ironic. In other words, Holden may have talented vision, but doesn't that mean it's perfect. He needs his glasses at all times. He can't see crap without them.
( Good vs. Evil )[/color] A (Guitar) Hero.
"You know that song, 'If a body catch a body comin' through the rye'?"
J.D. Salinger
The Catcher in the Rye
Chapter 22
( Personality )
Holden Marshal is a flat out goofball. He loves to crack jokes and poke fun. Everything is on a light and positive scale for him. Holden hardly ever takes things seriously.
And complimenting that, Holden is also extremely social. He loves to talk. He could talk all day if people would let him. And it doesn't even have to be something important or of significance. You wanna talk about the weather? Holden will talk about the weather. You wanna talk about bugs? Holden will talk about bugs. You wanna talks about the Laws of Gravity? Holden will attempt to talk about the Laws of Gravity.
There is something about conversing with others that just hooks Holden in.
Like Melrose, Holden's also a people watcher. He loves to observe. He loves to learn about people. The human race is so interesting to him. Because he can't decipher crap about them. He just doesn't get people. Girls, especially. They make no sense. They must come from a different planet or something. They always go on about how they've "dropped a hint" when really Holden hasn't even said two words to them! And their winking. What is that? The staring in the hallways. What, is there something on his face? Geez, Luis.
Yet because of those unanswered questions, Holden can't help but want to learn more.
And complimenting that, Holden is also extremely social. He loves to talk. He could talk all day if people would let him. And it doesn't even have to be something important or of significance. You wanna talk about the weather? Holden will talk about the weather. You wanna talk about bugs? Holden will talk about bugs. You wanna talks about the Laws of Gravity? Holden will attempt to talk about the Laws of Gravity.
There is something about conversing with others that just hooks Holden in.
Like Melrose, Holden's also a people watcher. He loves to observe. He loves to learn about people. The human race is so interesting to him. Because he can't decipher crap about them. He just doesn't get people. Girls, especially. They make no sense. They must come from a different planet or something. They always go on about how they've "dropped a hint" when really Holden hasn't even said two words to them! And their winking. What is that? The staring in the hallways. What, is there something on his face? Geez, Luis.
Yet because of those unanswered questions, Holden can't help but want to learn more.
( Little Details )
( Strengths)[/color] Holden has a talent for people. He can articulate very well and has a knack for being a social butterfly. Public speaking is the least of his worries. Voicing opinion and holding conversation is something that comes naturally for him.
Holden is also convinced he can pwn any comic book trivia question.
Try him. I dare you.
( Weaknesses )[/b][/color] He's a total goofball. Sometimes people find this to be annoying and in some rare cases, offensive. It's not like Holden means to be hurtful. He would never. It's just sometimes he talks before he thinks.
Holden is also extremely dense. In other words, if a girl was to drop a hint, it'd fly straight over his head. You have to be straight forward with this guy. He doesn't do riddles. He can see through objects, not read their minds.
( Dark Secrets)[/color] He's x-rayed his way through a girl's clothes.
Only once though.
He swears.
And he totally regrets it.
And he's never told a soul about it.
And he kicks himself everyday and cringes at the memory of his mistake, in fear if it officially considers him a pervert.
And he vows to never, ever do it again.
( Reputation )[/color] The artist formally known as "Melrose's Baby Brother."
( Family)
( Mother )[/color] Lilly Anne Marshal. Age: 50. Job: Hair Stylist.
An upright, tight lipped, stern and worry-wart of a mother. Though fearful for her son's future as a gifted, Lilly Marshal is still completely excepting and providing. However she's also incredibly protective and fidgety over everything Holden does. He loves his mother. But this whole boarding school thing isn't too bad of an idea.
( Father )[/b][/color] Martin John Marshal. Age: 55. Job: Casino CEO.
Holden has little, to sometimes no, contact with his father during the year, as he is stationed year round in Las Vegas. Martin Marshal has a reputation in the business world as a backstabbing, thieving kind of guy. Despite his dark history though, "Good Old Dad" still rolls in the dough from his long line of successful casinos. He influences Holden and Melrose to use their gifts for self gain and to crush anyone in their path of success. And Holden, from a young age, has always despised the man. He hardly ever talks about his dad and would prefer to never mention it. Unlike Melrose, Holden would never want to be like his father and could care less for "Daddy's Blessings".
( Siblings )[/b][/color] Melrose Anne Marshal. Age: 17.
An ambitious, hilarious, and supportive sister. Holden gets along with Melrose perfectly. They definitely do bicker like any other pair of siblings, but Holden would consider Melrose to be one of his best of friends. He's the only one in the family he finds to be sane. He loves her to death.
( Belongings )
( Car )[/color] No car. Holden never needed one in New York and frankly, the dangers of driving scare him to death.
( Phone )[/b][/color] The I-phone 3G with a neon green safety case.
( Music )[/b][/color] A neon green nano to match the i-phone, despite the fact he can use his phone as a music player. He has the older generation from a few years back. Holden isn’t exactly up to par with Apple updates.
( Anything Else)[/b][/color] Well, there are the black, thick framed glasses. As mentioned before, Holden needs them constantly and can’t see worth crap without them. He takes extremely good care of them.
As well, Holden always wear a black and green beaded bracelet on his right wrist. It wasn’t like a gift or anything. In fact he bought it at a flea market randomly one day with Melrose. He wears it all day, every day. And there's no emotional hold or anything. Holden just happens to like the way it looks.
"People never notice anything."
J.D. Salinger
The Catcher in the Rye
Chapter 2
( Sample )
[/size][/center] * Yup. This is from Melrose's Application. I'm a lazy butt. *
"You really didn't have to drive me." Melrose mumbled. Her face pushed up against the car window as she watched the scenery roll by.
"Oh, right. And let you super zoom your way there?" her friend laughed, giving her a quick glance from watching the road.
"Well, no. But I could take a plane. That would only take hours, driving takes days."
"Come on Rose, I wanted to do this. I'm not going to get to see you much anymore and I feel like this would be a nice, last hurrah. Now don't ruin it with the moping, alright?" Miles ordered. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Melrose had been acting rather odd this whole road trip, which he usually in the past could accept. But the fact that this was their last one made it tough. Melrose's father had flew back from Las Vegas a couple of days ago to wish her good blessings on her time at Oceanside, an elite boarding school for the gifted. That, and also because he had a mandatory client meeting with some business of some sort that weekend, and well, it all just happened to work out that way. Melrose however didn't think of it like that. She and her good ole' dad went and had a private breakfast the morning before she departed. Miles knew that "snake" had said something to her. He just knew it.
"I'm really going to miss you, Miles." Melrose rolled her head on the window to now face him in the driver's seat. "I don't know how life is going to be without you."
"Rose, please. I'll still be in your life. You can call me every night if you want. Besides you wanted to do this, this whole boarding school thing. You have a gift, Melrose. You're special. You should learn how to use it to your fullest ability, and frankly I think this is the best decision to make in doing so." He was always good at consoling her. But this time he not only had to comfort her, but himself. Although he wasn't showing it, Miles was going to miss Melrose too. Deeply.
***
The red, SUV finally rolled its way into the Oceanside parking lot. Melrose rolled down the window, sticking nearly half of herself out, straining to take in as much of the campus as possible. Miles demanded she get back in the car, in fear she would fall out and hurt herself, but even he was in awe. The place was beautiful.
After endless unloading of belongings and suitcases, Miles gave one last look at his cousin. The two went silent. He focused on memorizing her as she was now, trying to take a mental photograph. The two of them had never been apart for so long and although today's technology could keep them in touch easily, it would never really be the same.
Miles felt his face turn red and warm. He took a moment to stare at the ground and try to collect himself, but when he looked back up at her, he could see Melrose was crying too.
"Melrose-"
She quickly latched onto him, tightly embracing him. Her sobs drenching his shoulder. He continued, mid-hug.
"Melrose, you're going to make me cry. Look. It's going to be okay, I promise. You're going to like it here, I promise. I promise, okay?" She let go, still holding on to you one of his hands. Melrose wiped her drooping mascara with the back of her other. Her swollen face was a bright pinky-red.
"No promises, Miles."
And then he let go of his grip, backing up to his car and opening the driver's door. Melrose remained on the curb next to her luggage, tears starting to roll down her cheeks again.
"No promises, Melrose." he echoed back. Miles slid into his seat and turned on the ignition. The loud rumbling of the car, blocking out his thoughts. He looked through the windshield to see her still staring at him. He forced a smile and then pulled out of the parking lot. Driving away from not only his cousin, but his best friend.
"You really didn't have to drive me." Melrose mumbled. Her face pushed up against the car window as she watched the scenery roll by.
"Oh, right. And let you super zoom your way there?" her friend laughed, giving her a quick glance from watching the road.
"Well, no. But I could take a plane. That would only take hours, driving takes days."
"Come on Rose, I wanted to do this. I'm not going to get to see you much anymore and I feel like this would be a nice, last hurrah. Now don't ruin it with the moping, alright?" Miles ordered. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Melrose had been acting rather odd this whole road trip, which he usually in the past could accept. But the fact that this was their last one made it tough. Melrose's father had flew back from Las Vegas a couple of days ago to wish her good blessings on her time at Oceanside, an elite boarding school for the gifted. That, and also because he had a mandatory client meeting with some business of some sort that weekend, and well, it all just happened to work out that way. Melrose however didn't think of it like that. She and her good ole' dad went and had a private breakfast the morning before she departed. Miles knew that "snake" had said something to her. He just knew it.
"I'm really going to miss you, Miles." Melrose rolled her head on the window to now face him in the driver's seat. "I don't know how life is going to be without you."
"Rose, please. I'll still be in your life. You can call me every night if you want. Besides you wanted to do this, this whole boarding school thing. You have a gift, Melrose. You're special. You should learn how to use it to your fullest ability, and frankly I think this is the best decision to make in doing so." He was always good at consoling her. But this time he not only had to comfort her, but himself. Although he wasn't showing it, Miles was going to miss Melrose too. Deeply.
***
The red, SUV finally rolled its way into the Oceanside parking lot. Melrose rolled down the window, sticking nearly half of herself out, straining to take in as much of the campus as possible. Miles demanded she get back in the car, in fear she would fall out and hurt herself, but even he was in awe. The place was beautiful.
After endless unloading of belongings and suitcases, Miles gave one last look at his cousin. The two went silent. He focused on memorizing her as she was now, trying to take a mental photograph. The two of them had never been apart for so long and although today's technology could keep them in touch easily, it would never really be the same.
Miles felt his face turn red and warm. He took a moment to stare at the ground and try to collect himself, but when he looked back up at her, he could see Melrose was crying too.
"Melrose-"
She quickly latched onto him, tightly embracing him. Her sobs drenching his shoulder. He continued, mid-hug.
"Melrose, you're going to make me cry. Look. It's going to be okay, I promise. You're going to like it here, I promise. I promise, okay?" She let go, still holding on to you one of his hands. Melrose wiped her drooping mascara with the back of her other. Her swollen face was a bright pinky-red.
"No promises, Miles."
And then he let go of his grip, backing up to his car and opening the driver's door. Melrose remained on the curb next to her luggage, tears starting to roll down her cheeks again.
"No promises, Melrose." he echoed back. Miles slid into his seat and turned on the ignition. The loud rumbling of the car, blocking out his thoughts. He looked through the windshield to see her still staring at him. He forced a smile and then pulled out of the parking lot. Driving away from not only his cousin, but his best friend.
