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Post by marchhare on Jul 7, 2010 4:58:54 GMT -5
“I have an excellent idea, LETS CHANGE THE SUBJECT.” - March Hare
NAME: Harry D'Angelo Marsch (though he actually doesn't have an official middle name, instead he gave himself the middle name D'Angelo because he thought it sounded cool and exotic) NICKNAMES: Hairy Harry AGE: 28 BIRTHDAY: 1st March 1982 ORIENTATION: Awesomesexual (his words, in actuality he's straight but with past experimentation) NATIONALITY: British (he cranks up the accent for the ladies) OCCUPATION: Part-time comedian PLAYED BY: Russell Brand DISNEY: March Hare - Alice in Wonderland USER GROUP: Comic Relief
PERSONALITY !
ECCENTRIC! Harry thrives on his own eccentricity; for him it is what defines him, and what sets him apart from the rest of the world (after all, who would want to be a part of the rest of the world?). Some of his eccentricity may be an act, and quite a few people think it is; nevertheless, because he has acted in such a way for as much as possible during the majority of his adult life (to the upper limits of societal norms), his eccentric tendencies are now pretty much embedded into his personality (and into his appearance, which he considers to be a further vessel to portray his 'kookiness'). He talks with his hands (sometimes quite literally), pulls unnecessary facial expressions when in conversation and generally acts as if he is a few cards shy of a full deck. He's not actually crazy, although his obsessive compulsive tendencies sometimes point to the otherwise.
NARCISSISTIC! To Harry the world is his spotlit stage, built specifically for him to show the general populace just how awesome he is. Even when not doing his comedy routine, Harry still strives to be the centre of attention, the life of the party and all that jazz. He hates to be ignored, and when he is he turns his eccentricity up a notch in order to make sure everyone is looking at him; Harry loves to be looked at, just as much as he loves to look at himself. He can be very much obnoxious, butting in in the middle of conversations to divert the subject to either himself or something he is interested in (which, in most cases, is also himself). But, being the hypocrite that he is, Harry hates being interrupted himself, especially by hecklers during his stand-up routine.
IMMATURE! Although he is nearing thirty, Harry still acts as if he's going through puberty. Titty jokes and toilet humour is the basis of a lot of his comedy, which is popular among the fourteen-to-eighteen year old male demographic but doesn't really resonate any further beyond that (he is slaughtered by most comedy critics, not that he really pays attention to them). He has never had a serious relationship in the past, as the women he has been with (who were initially attracted to his slapdash good looks, quasi-fame and rockstar lifestyle) soon realised that they were basically dating an overgrown, and remarkably hairy, teenager. Thus Harry has never really learned to respect women, leaving him quite sexist (he considers himself quite a player).
QUIRKS: Harry has some obsessive compulsive tendencies. Not any that are particularly detrimental to his day-to-day life but they are nevertheless evident, especially when he's stressed. One is that he must drink tea every morning and before every major event. The tea must be drunk from his special teacup and must contain no sugar and just a splash of milk, which must be added after the removal of the teabag and never before. The tea must then be stirred with a plastic spoon (metal spoons leave a metallic taste). When his tea routine is altered in any way, Harry tends to get a little confused and out of sync with the rest of his day. He has a number of other daily habits that ensure he stays mostly de-confused.
LIKES: tea, his bachelor lifestyle, pr0n, himself, his comedy, his crappy apartment, his own opinion, parties, drinking and debauchery. DISLIKES: things that he isn't used to, any form of commitment, people who disagree with him, uptight women, old people, his mother, boredom, being interrupted, waking up early, coffee.
HISTORY !
Harry was born to Shauna Marsch, a twenty-two year old waitress and part-time dancer, and an unknown father in London. He was also born an accident, a fact that his mother continuously reminded him of in his youth. Raised in the streets of East London, Harry spent his childhood in a pretty unstable environment. Shauna would always bring home different men to their small and dingy two bedroom flat, and during these times Harry would either be confined to his room or made to roam the streets for an hour finding whatever entertainment he could. His mother too had obsessive compulsive tendencies and it was likely from her where Harry developed his own.
Harry discovered his love for being the centre of attention at quite a young age. At school he was the class clown, constantly annoying the teachers to their very wit's end and getting in quite a lot of trouble for it as well. But Harry relished the attention he received, after all no publicity was bad publicity, at least in his mind. As Harry grew he decided that being in the limelight was where he wanted to be. He left school at sixteen and began to write his own comedy material. Although his stuff was a hit with his friends and peers he was quickly slated by the audiences at various open mic comedy nights that were dotted in numerous amounts throughout East London. He did this for two years but finally decided that perhaps the British audience were not the right audience for his routines. At eighteen Harry raided his mother's jewelery collection and pawned them off to buy tickets for a one-way flight to Fantasia City, a place, he thought, that would revel in his comedy.
So yes, Harry was a bit naive thinking that he could go to American and immediately 'make it big'. He found himself a little apartment in the city and got himself the first job he could find: a cashier at the Wonderland Casino (a job he got primarily due to his London accent, which his employers thought would attract more customers). He still didn't give up his dreams of being a comedian though, often telling jokes as he handed out gambling chips. After a while he took part in some more open mic nights throughout the city. It was rough, and he received quite a few boos to start off with, but soon he found his niche: the immature young male market (of which he was a member).
Years went by and Harry finally developed a name for himself, along with a few youtube videos to boost his popularity. He lives pretty much the same way that he has always done since he was eighteen: getting odd comedy jobs here and there, working various other daytime jobs to make ends meet, and partying throughout the weekend. It's not a bad life, all in all. At least it's a life.
SAMPLE !
Elijah could feel the spit of the sea sprinkle the flesh of his face, and he could taste the salt in the air and in his own sweat. The pebbles that blanketed the shore felt hard beneath the soft and worn soles of his sneakers, but he ran on anyway. He really needed to get himself a new pair. Perhaps one of those expensive makes with gel in the heels: the world's most advanced technology packed and stuffed into a single pair of running shoes. Another thing to add upon his mounting to-do list.
The beach was mostly empty at this hour. Elijah had only passed a handful of people on his morning jog, most of them running like he was. He was already beginning to recognise a few of their faces, the regulars of the beach run. Maybe he was becoming a regular too, though he had only really started jogging a month or so ago.
It all began when a young officer at the police department commented upon Elijah's lack of stamina. Just a throwaway comment, forgotten by most the next day, but one that held some truth in it. Elijah wasn't as fit as he had been when he had first entered the force. Now as a detective he didn't need to run the beat as regularly as he had done as an officer, so obviously his endurance suffered. And of course there was the fact of his depression. Not that he entirely believed he was depressed. Nevertheless, according to that magazine quiz he had done whilst waiting at the dentist's office a few weeks back, he was, apparently, eighty-five percent depressed. Eight-five percent was a lot of percent to be something. Only fifteen percent away from a hundred.
Of course Elijah didn't take his magazine-rated depression to heart. He thought it was, for the most part, a pile of crap. It was not like the magazine was a reputable scientific journal, the cover had been a picture of an attractive woman with a large red circle highlighting a minute area of celluloid on her otherwise flawless physique. However, some of the questions had left an impression on him...
I feel trapped and stuck and I am unable to sleep comfortably. This statement is true. I have aches or pains that can't be explained. This statement is true. Things that used to be interesting to me are no longer interesting. This statement is true. I have turned down spending time with friends or family recently. This statement is true.
But a magazine quiz was still a magazine quiz. Elijah knew to not be too easily swayed by such things. Depression is what you make of it, and he wasn't going to make anything of it. So Elijah continued to run, the sea breeze filling his lungs and fresh oxygen circulating in his blood.
I feel no urge to stay fit or get up in the morning. This statement is false.
ABOUT YOU!
OHHAITHUR, I'M NOVEMBER AND I'M A PRETTY OCTAGONAL PERSON. I'M TWENTY-ONE, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH BEING A MOD, BABY. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
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Post by . NIKKI MOUSE on Jul 7, 2010 6:23:57 GMT -5
Lovely application, dear.
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