rigger tim milne !

[RIGGER TIM MILNE]

"Well, Tigger, your bouncing really got you into trouble this time." - Narrator

NAME: Rigger Tim Milne
NICKNAMES: Rigger, Rigger T, Riggerific, Rignificient,
AGE: 33
BIRTHDAY: April 17
ORIENTATION: Straight
NATIONALITY: Unsure
OCCUPATION: Athletic Trainer
PLAYED BY: Simon Baker
DISNEY: Tigger - Winnie the Pooh
USER GROUP: Quirky Friend

PERSONALITY !

OPTIMISTIC! It was a wonder why doctors hadn't prescribed him yet, the young man being a glorious cure for the pessimistic mind or bad day. With an infamous sense of humor that worked wonders on even the darkest of mindsets, Rigger possessed an unparalleled sense of optimism. Half empty? Oh why of coarse not...Half full, and with full of delicious juice to partake in how ever long amount of time you chose. Sunshine pretty much permeated him as if it were his job to host every little bit of happiness and even his skin was tanned from how much time he spent on the "bright side of life."...Or were those all of the sports he played?

COMPETITIVE! A day didn't go by when the man wasn't outdoors or active - his energy so superfluous that it pretty much needed to be channeled (or god forbid he'd explode). Sports medals adorned the walls of his home, slathering their pale orange hue with a new coating of gold, silver, bronze and blue and from an array of different activities. Baseball, football, basketball, gymnastics, field hockey, track, swimming - in short, the only time he didn't partake in a sport was when it got in the way of another he was already participating in. But although it gave the young man a necessary way to channel his passion, it also accented a few personality traits that Rigger had, that weren't so "bragworthy."

The competitive edge that the young man possessed was only brought to full light after a flourishing career in sports. Everything he did was a challenge, and every one who participated (whether assisting or competing) was a challenger. If you needed help carrying a mattress, well obviously Rigger was stronger, so obviously Rigger got the heavier bit and obviously he could do it better than any one else, and hey, wanna try to prove him wrong? It was silly little things that could bring this perspective about: cooking, driving, walking, directions, writing papers, chatting up woman, etc. And although it was immensely useful on the field in athletics, it wasn't a trait that many people could get the hang of dealing with from a social stand point. But not just because it was just that annoying (although it was), it was because, well, he pretty much always won.

EGOTISTICAL! Hand in hand his combative nature accompanied another great flaw in the young man. His ego. With a high self opinion and very few people to knock him off his pedastal, it was easy to say that Rigger T Milne was definately a cocky-bastard (but iksnay, on the bastard bit). His confidence was as high as his towering stature, the young man almost seeming full of himself as he spoke about his attributes in high opinion. He liked who he was - no, he loved who he was, the boy almost coming off pretentious with the way that he presented himself. He was the ultimate panacea to any fix or falt and there wasn't any one in the world who could do it better. Or at least that's how he saw it - no matter how many times his bragadocious and egotistical words were proven wrong.

GOOD NATURED! He cherished his friends more than anything else in the world, because, actually, what else did he have? A medal was a bit of metal at the end of the day on a ribbon, but friendship was something he'd go to great lengthes to keep. His eagerness for living wasn't exactly an unreplenishable well, Rigger's friends supplying him with the relationships any human needed to continue going. Deep down it could be said that his heart was way to large, all of his flaws aside, because when it came to it he pretty much cared for every one and everything (probably cause of his optimism but, y'know). He'd go to great lengthes to see if even the smallest of person was well and alive, doing what ever he could to cheer them up and make all their problems melt away. Most of what he did was for his friends, or atleast for his friends acceptance. It just made him who he was.

INSECURE! He was always trying to prove himself to them, show them that he was as good as a person or as strong as a person as possible. He'd compete not for his own glory, but to try and convince people that Rigger T Milne wasn't just some regular, ordinary guy to toss away. It dwindled briefly on the one true flaw that most people couldn't see out front. His insecurity.

It was a tiny insecurity though, a brief, minute one that not many people saw or deciphered passed his large grin. Ever since his mother had put him up for adoption, it had been there, a fear of being thrown away or rendered useless. Maybe if he just won this, people would see how good he was...or maybe if he did that, his friends would think he's cool enough to keep around. His blatent optimism hid a defected core, submerging it with an unbeatable enthusiasm that no one could deny. If he loved life, people would love him, this fear of his even introducing the young man into the wonderful world of an addiction to drugs (stimulants; uppers). Who had time to break down? There was so much to loose. After all, risking everything one had in life just to come down to a defect? He'd shake the idea off with a laugh, running his fingers through his red locks and toss back a small white pill from the bottle always located in his front pocket. Pills tasted so much better than lonelyness.

QUIRKS: It was easy to say that the young man's worst enemy was himself, what with his egotism and all. His constant belligerence when it came to optimism could be seen as ignorant (although the term "blissful" was preferred) and his bragadocious nature always seemed to steer him into some ridiculous altercation. Seldom did he take measure of his surroundings or think before acting and unfortunetaly, a mile long list could have been comstructed on how many innocent victims got rolled up in the mayhem of it all. But it was never intentional of course. He likes to make up his own words to the point where, if one weren't to know him, they might think he has a speech impediment. Also, he has an incredible and unexplained sense of direction.

LIKES: sports, competitions, friends, stimulants, being number one, springs, pogo-sticks, trampolines, sunshine, orange things
DISLIKES: honey, bathes, buzzkills, sobriety, the thought of being alone, losing, thistles, deception, heights, iceskating

HISTORY !

Rigger didn't remember much about his biological parents, although he had an idea what they looked like. There was something in his memory involving a red purse, some high heels, and a woman with beady little eyes. It really didn't matter though. He didn't want to know. He didn't spend time thinking about it. And he certainly never spent any time allowing himself to ponder what his life would be like whether or not they had decided to keep their bustling baby boy instead of throwing him away at an orphanage when Rigger was just two years old.

Adopted at the age of four to a new family, the Milne's, Rigger had a happy and functional upbringing. Christian Milne was a Born with what would later be diagnosed as some "hyper-active-disorder," his parents enrolled him in sports very early in life to give him a way to channel his dangerously excessive energy. This spanned through out primary school, middle school, and even into High School - giving him a solid group of friends, motivation to keep his slipping grades up, and something to work for. Unfortunately, it also gave him a rather debilitating complex when it came to standards for himself and also exposed him to his downfall - drugs.

After years of taking pills for his ADHD, he had no idea of the wonderful side effects that the norepinephrine had in his Wellbutrin. Popping one meant he could focus, but downing three meant he could fly. When the pressures of competition, home life, social life, romantic life and grades became too much, he had a back up plan. Starting in his Junior year of High School with just the act of toying with his meds, by senior year Rigger found himself full on dependent to the use of amphetamines to get by. Not a day went with out him bouncing off the walls, bounding down the halls or doing a bump in the bathroom stall before track practice started. It took it's toll, though.

By the end of High School, Rigger had accumulated two full ride sports scholarships to the university of his dreams. It was a dream short lived how ever, once the drug test came back positive. To many people's disappointment, he instead went to a community college - saying to himself that once he was done, he'd get clean and go to a real university. Once he had earned his associates degree, the redhead said he'd start getting clean once he got himself the money together to go to a real university. And once he had gotten himself a full time job as a personal trainer and could support himself in a small two bedroom apartment and support his drug habit - college had seemed like some far off dream.

Now thirty-three, it was time to start getting sober and start finding something better in life besides his dreams of being a middle aged sports star, a lonely apartment, and his amphetamines.

SAMPLE !

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ABOUT YOU!

OHHAITHUR, I'M ELLIS AND I'M A PRETTY ELLIS PERSON. I'M ELLIS, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH ELLIS. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS THAT MOVIE WITH ELLIS IN IT

[. JESSE IN WONDERLAND]

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