Post by BRIGHT EYES ATTICUS UNDERWOOD on Oct 31, 2011 1:19:25 GMT -5
BRIGHT EYES ATTICUS UNDERWOOD. SEVENTEEN. GREASER. CALEB JONES.
personality
I LIKE SONGS ABOUT DRIFTERS AND BOOKS ABOUT THE SAME, THEY BOTH MAKE ME FEEL A LITTLE LESS INSANE
the world at large by modest mouse[/font][/size]
He leaned back in the hammock, crossing his arms behind his head and swinging his feet to make himself rock back and forth. The sky was ablaze with reds and oranges, like someone had set fire to it. Clouds spun around the fire and appeared to dance in the breeze, bringing the slightest of smiles to his boyish face. A single dimple was visible and his features serene, simply letting himself bask in the setting sun. It was so soothing and so beautiful, watching the sun disappear behind the cityscape and bring forth an array of twinkling stars and a big round moon. It always astounded him to think about what was up there, beyond this earth and the moon and the blazing sun.
Despite a rather hectic life and hectic friends Beau is a very serene guy. He finds solace in the little things of life, like cracking open a candy and licking out the caramel insides or watching the sun set. When everything seems to be falling apart and all he can hear is screaming and sirens and what have you, he finds comfort in taking walks alone at two in the morning or even something as small as petting a stray cat. He tries to take time out of his day to do something like this to wash away all of the negative energy that had built up throughout the day. If he didn’t do something like this he would most likely be in juvie by now, and that’s Jackson’s job. He likes Robert Frost poems and Gone With The Wind, watching movies without any distractions, catching fireflies, writing stories, chocolate, and going for jogs.
LIKE SOLDIERS MARCH ON, IF WE CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT WE’LL SEE THE SUN[/i]
march on by good charlotte[/font][/size]
He crouched in the grass like he was instructed, resting the gun steadily in his hands with his knees shifting a little so he would be more comfortable. A big brown eye peered through the view finder on the gun, readying his aim on the duck he was supposed to be hunting. To his left were two males and to his right one more, all aiming in the same way he was. He had the perfect shot and the perfect opportunity bit at the last second he lowered the gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet exploded into the ground and sent the ducks flying, Beau taking the time to prepare himself for the scolding he would get for this.
He’s a very sensitive boy, which is clear by the way he holds himself. Along with his dreamy likes and hobbies he’s a very down to earth guy. He’s different from the other in that sense, over indulging in chocolate milk to drown away sorrows over almost killing a duck. He can’t stand to see animals in pain, even more so than seeing people in pain. This often gives off the impression that Bright Eyes isn’t the brightest star in the sky. His kind hearted attitude isn’t always seen by the outside world, but it is very much alive and well.
YO I KNOW PI TO A THOUSAND PLACES[/i]
white and nerdy by weird al[/font][/size]
The chair was dangerously leaned back, threatening to teeter under Beau’s weight. His arms crossed and he looked up at the teacher with a bored and blank expression. He was being accused to cheating, yet again, on one of his exams. They didn’t seem to believe that a kid like him could get grades like that. He was used to accusations such as these by now though. It was hard being considered a “thug” and having a very high I.Q.
Bright Eyes is surprisingly smart, far smarter than one would ever assume. He is very quick to learn and also very eager, so despite his outer appearance and choice of friends he had a very high I.Q. he thoroughly enjoys engulfing himself in books and pouring knowledge into his brain, taking a keen interest in literature as well as dwelling into chemistry. Among being able to recite poems and his favourite passages from his favourite books he is also quite capable of hot wiring a car and creating small homemade explosives.
I DON’T CARE WHAT THEY SAY, I DON’T NEED THEM ANYWAY[/i]
the click by good charlotte[/font][/size]
His head curled away from her as she reached out. “You have a little...” She trailed off, picking invisible dust from his hair despite his obvious discomfort. At least he felt he was making himself obvious by curling away from her. She scooted closer and he scooted away, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it despite her protests. She was trying to get closer to him still, commenting on how surprisingly soft his hair was. He was saved by one of the Outsiders, who grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him off to go help Jackson out of more trouble.
Beau has a bad habit of pushing people away if they aren’t part of his initial gang of people. He has some intense trust issues and whenever anyone new tries to approach him he will do what he can to get you to leave him alone. It’s not that he dislikes people, he just doesn’t trust anyone as strongly as he trusts his boys. At times he is aware of this trait of his, and others he has no idea that he is doing it. It’s a defence mechanism so it happens without his control a lot of the time. He will do absolutely anything for the people he cares about but if you’re not in that category he doesn’t really acre for you at all nor does he really want to. And even then he often judges the actions of his friends and will push them away for a short period of time before realizing that he’s being foolish.
I’M NOT OKAY, I’VE TOLD YOU TIME AND TIME AGAIN[/i]
i’m not okay (i promise) by my chemical romance[/font][/size]
He could only say nothing for so long. He could only ignore his own feelings for so long. He had been storing them away in a distant part of his mind for so long and now there was no room. He was at his breaking point, glaring up at Jackson with narrowed eyes and a fierce scowl. All he could do was let out a sort of hiss mixed with a growl or a grunt, not able to formulate a word let alone a sentence. He just couldn’t handle this right now.
Everyone has their breaking points, and for Bright Eyes it takes a lot for him to reach his. He feels a need to be the stable one in the group, the one who needs to be calm and collected in case something happens. He needs to be the voice of reason, so he pushes back his feelings a lot so he can be the crutch his companions need him to be. This leads to a lot of bottling for him, which is bound to explode given time. He’s a very sensitive boy but hates showing that to people, since his companions already have a hard time understanding him in the first place. He considers himself to be different, and this means holding back a lot about himself and his opinions to avoid getting hurt by others. He’s not very tough, so he just bottles things up so make himself appear that wya.
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history
[/i]BEFORE HE LEFT HE WENT AND NAMED ME “SUE”
boy named sue by johnny cash[/font][/size]
He was being stared at by every student in his class, sitting in his little desk at the back of the room looking like a deer in the headlights. “Uh...Bright Eyes Underwood?” the teacher called out in disbelief, trying her best not to giggle as his little hand slowly and shyly rose. “You can call me Beau,” he spoke softly, completely embarrassed and trying to ignore the giggles of his six year old classmates. Sometimes he loved his name, and then stuff like this happened.
Beau’s parents were not the most practical people when it came to naming things, or well anything else for that matter. They were young and in love, married immediately after school and were pregnant almost right away. Born in Detroit, Michigan, they named their son Bright Eyes Atticus Underwood without thinking of what that would do to the poor kid. He was two years old when they were hit by a train, being placed into foster care immediately. He settled into the homes quite nicely, a polite and quiet boy. He faced a few bad homes but overall had a good foster care experience until getting adopted by Theo when he was fourteen. He was told as much as they knew about his parents and their family, on a few occasions meeting distant relatives who he shared no real connection with. He got a lot of teasing for his family situation and his completely abnormal name when he was growing up.
WITH THE TOP DOWN, SEAT BACK, ROLLING IN MY CADILLAC[/i]
cadillac by mest[/font][/size]
His hands went instantly to his face, cupping around his nose as he let out a string of swear words most people didn’t even know existed. “YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD! he shouted, bringing one of his hands away so see it drenched in blood. “You broke my nose!” he continued to shout, tears in his eyes despite trying to bite them back. His face felt like it was on fire and he wanted to kick Jackson in the dick for doing this. He was going to be paying for this next time he crashed on the couch.
When Beau was fourteen he started hanging out with a rough group of kids. One of those kids who tended to hang around with his brothers and their friends, it was only a matter of time before he met Jackson and the rest of the group. He became one of The Outsiders with Jackson, his two brothers, and a few others boys. While Bright Eyes had minor respect for Jackson, he didn’t much like the guy; he did, however, have a certain affinity for him that was difficult to describe. Jackson offered an odd sense of safety among the group as they grew closer and Jackson grew away from his gang. Beau was hesitant about the actions Jackson and the rest of the boys were taking part in at first, disapproving but not wanting to severe the friendships he had made. He started learning how to deal and it wasn’t long before these boys were considered family to him; they even fought like family.
BE THE SAVIOUR OF THE BROKEN, THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED[/i]
welcome to the black parade by my chemical romance[/font][/size]
He whispered something as he slept, nothing coherent or even audible enough to be so. Loose curls stuck to the pillow and an arm dangled off of the side of the bed. A series of tiny little taps at his window made the boy stir, rolling over and tangling himself in the sheets. The taps got louder and more frequent, followed by the shouting of one of his various names. The boy finally awoke, crawling out of the cocoon of fabric and rubbing his eyes as he inspected his window. “Nmmh what do ya want?” he shouted in a groggy voice as he pushed the window open and stepped aside so his friend could come in.
Among his tight knit group of friends Beau almost always ended up being the one that would go to when they needed a place to crash. His home was always open for them, even if they were people he didn’t quite like or respect. Depending on who it was who came knocking he would offer them the bed while he slept on the floor or the couch. His adopted father never once minded that Bright Eyes brought people into their home to stay for a few hours or even a few days if it was needed. His dad treated them all in the same way he treated his own boys, with cruel sarcasm but fierce protectiveness. It was comforting to know that he had these guys to stick up for him, even if they called him Lite-Brite and challenged his intellect on a regular basis. They didn’t always get along or see eye to eye but they were always there when he needed them and that was good enough for him. Their bond grew with every day and it wasn’t long before some of them were moving into the place Beau shared with the oldest brother, who he called his dad along with Elliot, the biological son.
IF YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN IN THIS LIFE
everybody hurts by r.e.m.[/font][/size]
Fresh arrivals in Tulsa the boys packed and left after convincing Beau’s dad to come with them, since he had to in order for Beau and Elliot to go anywhere. While they all blamed Jackson they had no intention of leaving him to run away on his own, so here they are hoping that their secret will stay buried until they themselves were long buried. His dad enrolled the boys in high school, not having enough money to put Bright Eyes in anything fancy even though he desperately wanted a school that could prove as an intellectual challenge. He doesn’t mind it he just wishes his classes were more difficult.
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out of character information
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What do you go by? Dee.
How old are you? Twenty-one.
How long have you been doing this? Over ten years.
What timezone are you in? EST.
How can we reach you? Msn, Aim, Skype.
Who else have you got? Fox, Azrael and Lorren.
Canon or Original? Canon. Ponyboy.
Care to show off your skills?NOT NEEDED SUCKUHS!
