Post by pierce on Aug 2, 2015 0:58:58 GMT -5
Clint Harrison Clark
Age, 23. Birthday, September 14th. Birthplace, Chicago IL.
Class, Sophomore. Major, Visual Arts (With a focus on Photography)
Appearance:
5'8 in height, his skin tanned from regular outdoor activities. Moderate build with a lean musculature.
Chestnut brown curly locks, cut to a short length that does not immediately harbor the sun's heat.
Eyes are a muddy hazel, what little green there only visible in close proximity.
He also has an unseen scar down the length of his left shoulder, stopping halfway along his bicep, result of a very nasty fall.
Personality:
Enjoys kidding around among his closest friends, is otherwise a silently introspective figure in the group. He is aware when the timing aligns when it comes to his words, observes the unspoken cues before truly trusting someone's word. He is thoughtfully considerate in face to face activities due to his childhood essentially surrounded and raised by a household of women. He does have an obsessive nature. Be it with objects, people, or concepts. He tends to hold the more material of his obsessions at arms length, which could be seen as a subconscious form of punishment or simply in attempt to prolong all the joys of the chase.
He's got a tenancy to daydream and/or lapse in to his imagination - likes to wander off by himself on his own personal whim which often leads to new and interesting situations. There aren't many, if any, who have been able to keep him grounded. When meeting others, the general first impression would rub off as a staggering lack of interest in whomever he is meeting - unless of course the context involves one of his obsessions. His wandering is rooted in emulation of his father, while the importance of a man's solitude embedded in his mind by his uncle who often is found in his own downstairs bachelor den when home from work.
Birth Chart for even the Astrologically Dubious
5 LIKES:
5 DISLIKES:
Family Ties:
Mother: Ana Clark
Aunt: Pepper Goshen
Uncle: Pete Goshen
Cousin: Haddie Goshen
Backstory:
Born in the squalor of an innercity apartment complex, a 4 year old Clint and his mother quickly moved out to the suburbs once his father left their lives, moving in with his aunt, uncle, and cousin his age. Quickly bonding with her, they kept up with each other through the grade school system but soon began focusing on different interests. While she jumped in to creative writing and journalism, Clint taught himself the ins and outs of graffiti art...well, with the example of his older peers in the neighborhood. He kept it a secret from his household and his cousin as well, eventually getting questioned by her after finding his stash of spray cans. After that they truly parted ways, and Clint became increasingly sneaky. He coasted during his high school days, his main pastime playing nurse to a fixation upon a very popular and stunning angel...that also happened to be his classmate. She had sat a few desks away from him in sophomore geometry when he first saw her and since then there was no remedy. His mind was on Wyatt Prescott - even when he'd be sketching out brainstorms for murals, the image of her would strike him straight dumb. She was the reason he'd enrolled in Metric, or even thought about college in the first place. He'd over hear her talk quite often, and when he'd heard that she'd be attending, there was no stopping him in doing the same - and he grew to really enjoy it, enhancing his hobby of photography as well as synchronizing his schedule with that of Wyatt's. A feat in itself.
Age, 23. Birthday, September 14th. Birthplace, Chicago IL.
Class, Sophomore. Major, Visual Arts (With a focus on Photography)
Appearance:
5'8 in height, his skin tanned from regular outdoor activities. Moderate build with a lean musculature.
Chestnut brown curly locks, cut to a short length that does not immediately harbor the sun's heat.
Eyes are a muddy hazel, what little green there only visible in close proximity.
He also has an unseen scar down the length of his left shoulder, stopping halfway along his bicep, result of a very nasty fall.
Personality:
Enjoys kidding around among his closest friends, is otherwise a silently introspective figure in the group. He is aware when the timing aligns when it comes to his words, observes the unspoken cues before truly trusting someone's word. He is thoughtfully considerate in face to face activities due to his childhood essentially surrounded and raised by a household of women. He does have an obsessive nature. Be it with objects, people, or concepts. He tends to hold the more material of his obsessions at arms length, which could be seen as a subconscious form of punishment or simply in attempt to prolong all the joys of the chase.
He's got a tenancy to daydream and/or lapse in to his imagination - likes to wander off by himself on his own personal whim which often leads to new and interesting situations. There aren't many, if any, who have been able to keep him grounded. When meeting others, the general first impression would rub off as a staggering lack of interest in whomever he is meeting - unless of course the context involves one of his obsessions. His wandering is rooted in emulation of his father, while the importance of a man's solitude embedded in his mind by his uncle who often is found in his own downstairs bachelor den when home from work.
Birth Chart for even the Astrologically Dubious
5 LIKES:
- Discovering new places
- Watching paint dry
- Salty foods
- Small get-togethers
- Photography
5 DISLIKES:
- Holidays
- Authority figures
- Malls
- Large dogs
- Deep water
Family Ties:
Mother: Ana Clark
Aunt: Pepper Goshen
Uncle: Pete Goshen
Cousin: Haddie Goshen
Backstory:
Born in the squalor of an innercity apartment complex, a 4 year old Clint and his mother quickly moved out to the suburbs once his father left their lives, moving in with his aunt, uncle, and cousin his age. Quickly bonding with her, they kept up with each other through the grade school system but soon began focusing on different interests. While she jumped in to creative writing and journalism, Clint taught himself the ins and outs of graffiti art...well, with the example of his older peers in the neighborhood. He kept it a secret from his household and his cousin as well, eventually getting questioned by her after finding his stash of spray cans. After that they truly parted ways, and Clint became increasingly sneaky. He coasted during his high school days, his main pastime playing nurse to a fixation upon a very popular and stunning angel...that also happened to be his classmate. She had sat a few desks away from him in sophomore geometry when he first saw her and since then there was no remedy. His mind was on Wyatt Prescott - even when he'd be sketching out brainstorms for murals, the image of her would strike him straight dumb. She was the reason he'd enrolled in Metric, or even thought about college in the first place. He'd over hear her talk quite often, and when he'd heard that she'd be attending, there was no stopping him in doing the same - and he grew to really enjoy it, enhancing his hobby of photography as well as synchronizing his schedule with that of Wyatt's. A feat in itself.