Essie Ackart.

[essie ackart]

Oh how you laughed,
At my complete lack of grace.
But I could not recall,
A more perfect fall,

C H A R A C T E R

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Name: Essie Ackart.

Gender: Male.

Age&&Year: 17, senior.

Desired Clique: Dolces.

Family:

Janice Ackart; Mother. A tall, thin woman with dark hair and deep, twinkling blue eyes. Kind to all animals and only sharp when she needs to be. Unconditionally loves her son, though has the habit of pushing him too hard when she is stressed out.

Derek Ackart; Father. A tall, skinny man with a head full of brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. Has good manners and treats everyone with grace and respect. He also has the bad habit of, like his wife, pushing Essie a bit too hard, but not only when he's stressed out.

Personality: Though he was raised in a significantly wealthy household, it hardly reflects upon his personality. He is not materialistic and doesn't whine when things don't go his way, simply shrugs and remembers that life doesn't always turn out how one wishes it would. He does not take advantage of the money his family has and goes out to unnecessarily buy clothes or other things he does not need - but once in a while he does succumb to his own greed and spoil himself on something small, so he is not without faults. However, Essie does not parade around in aggorance and throw his money around like some bratty kid, though he does insist on buying when he takes a girl out to eat. Unlike his family's friends, he knows that wealth does not bring happiness, and would be satisfied to settle for a lower class rank if it were not for the fact then his family wouldn't own the barn and the horses, whom he loves very much.

He is a skilled rider in quite a few different types of horsemanship, such as jumping, dressage, and carriage driving. His calm attitude and soft hands have contributed to his ableness to rise to the top of the horse world, and for that his parents are eternally proud. He, too, is happy with his success, but it does not go to his head as it might with other people. Something his father always taught him is that there is always more to learn, and accordingly his parents push him at every moment possible to improve his skills further. This can prove annoying and frustrating, for with school work and actually taking care of the horses, it doesn't leave him much time for a social life. But being the nice guy he is, everyone seems to like him and he has quite a number of friends. He has a very thin tightrope to balance out the different aspects of his life, but he does it nonetheless. And although his parents can be much too pushy, he never says anything, not wanting to hurt then or dissapoint them. He loves them too much for that.

One of the most extordinary things about Essie is his ability to love and care for people. Unless someone has given him a reason to, he does not hate, and even when a person decides to be mean to him he still feels compassion for them. Someone once said that he can see things from their perspective, and to have that ability is something unique indeed. Accordingly he loves his parents horribly and would be devastated if something happened to them - death is a concept he has yet to grasp. He loves all of the horses in his parents' barn though his heart is smitten with three in paticular: a shetland stallion by the name of Runaway, a percheron gelding by the name of Rufus, and a norwegian fjord gelding called Zacky. He always smiles when thinking of them and though he has his own human best friends, these three were always more reliable then any other friend.

He is handsome and his personality is sweet, and so many girls have spared more than one look at him. Infact, they constantly flirt with him, though this does nothing to raise his self-confidence. He is blind to it, really, and though his guy friends tell him to ask out this girl or that one because they have been staring at him all day, he simply shrugs it off. He is interested in females, although many of the other boys like to call him things like "f*g" and "gaytard" because of his activeness with horses. Though this does not bother him at all, it can just tend to get annoying sometimes. And although the jocks are dead-set on the fact that he is gay, their girlfriends smile at him the hallway and invite him to help then with their homework. He never obliges with any of their hints, however, though most of the time he doesn't notice them. On the rare occasion when he knows that a girl is discreetly asking him out, he'll usually refuse unless he likes them. Some boys would have used this edge to their advantage and "gotten with" the girls, but he is much too polite for anything of the sort. He is content to sit and wait for the right person to catch his eye.

History: He was raised in England. At the age of two was when his parents placed him upon a tiny mare and began to teach him the way of horses. Immediately he was smitten with the sport, happy that his favorite animals could be a part of it. From the beginning he was a natural and his parents, excited, saw the next ten years: ribbons, trophies, wins. The little boy had nothing of the sort on his mind, however; he was content to sit upon the back of the pony and do what his parents told him to do. After awhile of this, he was finally allowed to venture out to the barn alone, and he was absolutely delighted by this prospect. Though he was still too little to really help out with chores and the like, he would visit with his favorite horses and grew an even stronger understanding and like for them. But unlike so many that have taken his path, he did not neglect his schoolwork nor his friends for the great animals. In truth, he was as happy in school as he was at home in the barn.

As he grew even older, it was established through homework and tests that Essie was quite intelligent. Though he hardly had anytime to spend on his schoolwork, considering hanging out with his pals and practicing his riding skills and taking care of the horses, he maintained a good straight A average. His parents were delighted in this, for they believed that they truly had a rising star of a son. They never stopped to think of the strain they could be putting upon him, for although he made it look easy, he really was working to keep his grades up to that level and he was always tired from the constant riding. As his limbs stretched out and he became taller, his personality was developing too, and he was kind, with gentleman manners. He had swooned his fourth grade teachers with the fact that he never joined his classmates in teasing the girls or throwing things at the board.

In seventh to eighth grade, the kids he had been with since he was five had begun to really look at each other. The boys whispered about naughty things behind the teachers' backs, and the girls had felt strong stirrings in their bellies and feelings of desolate lonliness. Everyone suddenly wanted a lover to show off, to compliment, to do cute things with and to kiss. It was suddenly the ambition of everyone to obtain one. So they did, and although he was one of the boys labeled suitable to be a boyfriend, he didn't go looking for a girlfriend. He was much too shy to approach a girl that way, and he didn't really enjoy many of of their company. In truth, they were all stuck up.

So he entered highschool, and he had become even more popular. He wasn't involved in any of the silly cliques and talked to everyone, geeks, scene kids, and even the jocks, for many of them had given up their little name callings and just accepted the fact that girls wanted to be with him. He showed an easy-going manner at school, and even at home, but inside he was falling apart. The schoolwork had become much harder and his parents were making him go for much longer rides now, their hopes not yet fullfilled even though the tack room of their barn was filled with his many trophies and ribbons. He struggled every night and was hardly getting any sleep. His grades began to dip down to B's, and this did not go unnoticed by his parents, he cornered him one day and asked him what was wrong. Though he felt bad, Essie explained how much they were pushing him and what a toll it was taking on him. For the first time his parents noticed the rings of black around his eyes and the tired way he held his body. The next day they explained to him they were sending him away to a boarding school in America, but he was absolutely horrified. He didn't want to go, he wanted to stay here with the horses. But he didn't have a choice.

Picture&&Celebrity: Jim Sturgess.

Appearance: He has a strong face with slightly prominent cheek bones, and naturally full, cherry red lips that can twist up into the most heartbreakingly crooked smile. His skin is only a bit tanned from much outdoor work and remarkably unblemished, although he does get his pimples here and there. His chin sometimes sports stubble that only enhances his face, and his eyebrows sit thick and dark above his eyes. His hair is brown, almost black and is cut in a way that is seemingly careless. It is long and reaches down past his ears, although he gets many haircuts at the insistence of his mother. His eyes are a pretty dark color and always warm, and have been described once by a desperate girl as "hot chocolate I'd never get sick of." He has an average height of 5'9 and although his body is slim it is muscular, and his hands are long-fingered and calloused.

Coming from a very well-off family, his clothes are nice and consist of sweaters and long-sleeved teeshirts, though he does have some dirty old faded ones to use for outdoor work. He is not in the scene, but one thing he does like is the boot-leg cut jeans. His are not overly tight, however, and they give his nicely defined legs better shape then regular jeans. Half his closet is not filled with everyday or even fancy wear, however, for it is riding gear. Expensive breeches, boots, and jackets all hang ready in his closet, for which he often calls use to.


N O W Y O U[/u]

Name: Bella.
Age: 14.
Gender: Girl.
Chase is: confused.
RP Sample: As Alec from The Queen Mary.

He stood outside, once again leaning against the cool railing, his long, long fingers absentmindedly tapping a beat out against the metal. The constant click click click of his fingernails against the steel was soothing - it seemed to calm his nerves down slightly, which had begun to scramble excitedly as the night drew ever nearer. This usually happened before a show, but now that April, the girl that he honestly might, just might, be in love with was coming, he was dead scared. Although he had wished and dreamed for her to come see him in his element, the guitar strapped firmly to his shoulder and his weirdly shaped fingers turning to a kind of pale magic before her beautiful eyes, he was stressed about what was going to happen. He had pretended to be cool, and yet the IM from Jacob had tweaked him out, but not that he was scared of getting the sh-t kicked out of him. Oh, no, but it was what he had said about April being happy, about April loving him. Alec had heard her say that many times before, but never had it seemed to real until he said them. It was like confirming his thoughts, his fears, causing his stomach to drop and his hazel eyes to widen. The fingers tapped faster, the beat becoming progressively more aggressive as the sun continued to set.

The sky was afire with reds, oranges, and even a tint of pink. It seemed to display his emotions, throwing them out for everyone on the ship to see. Some may have called it pretty, but Alec called it terrifying - the intense colors just made him all the more nervous. He had no idea how he was supposed to impress a girl like April. Before, it had always been the fact that he was a musician. He never had to exactly do anything to get those girls to love him - just strum the guitar and utter a few words in a singing hymn. He was doing what he wanted to do, and the girls seemed to like it. But this was not the case with April, for she had already fallen, and fallen too hard. Perhaps she had hit her head on that lonely fall from heaven, for her belly was now beginning to grow with another life. He gritted his teeth and the fingers were flying now, the tap tap tap turning into an angry patter. She was too, too young, she hadn't had enough time to live her life. He sighed thinking of what would have been, what could have been, if it wasn't for Jacob, if it wasn't for love, if it wasn't for the baby that hadn't seen anything outside of the womb yet.

So intent was he on his tapping, that he didn't notice that the sun had sunk beneath the vast, blue, rolling, crashing sea, taking most of its eccentric lights but leaving behind a light tint of heart pink. Someone called his name, though distantly it seemed, and he was brought back to earth again, blinking rapidly for a few seconds. The fingers had stopped their quiet drum beat, and he turned around, not wanting to go in there, not wanting to face it. But it was time to go play like so many times before, except with a twist this time. He was more frightened of what she would think of him then he had ever been of anyone before. But this was the moment, this was what he lived for, and it seemed according that this should happen to him one time or another. The strings were new, the guitar was polished, the song building up in his throat and the lyrics playing out in his mind. And so he stepped out the safety, walking briskly inside, greeting his bandmates and the equipment guys. He didn't dare glance over the curtain and into the backstage. He was afraid he'd lose his nerve.[/blockquote][/size]

'Cause when I looked up into your eyes,
It didn't hurt at all.

[zaydenconway]

&&accepted! Really nice app by the way.