rupert hadyn shepard.

[RUTH OLIVIA MARCILLE]

"A little consideration, a little thought for others, makes all the difference." – winnie the pooh.

NAME: rupert hadyn shepard.
NICKNAMES: roo. he never goes by anything but.
AGE: nineteen.
BIRTHDAY: april 4th.
ORIENTATION: heterosexual.
NATIONALITY: fantastia born and bred.
OCCUPATION: artist & sophomore in college.
PLAYED BY: matt dallas.
DISNEY: roo from winnie the pooh.
USER GROUP: quirky friend.

PERSONALITY !

CAUTIOUS! Having been subject to a very paranoid and cautious mother, it has rubbed off slightly on poor Roo. As a child he was laid back and very unconcerned with the dangers outside, but after so many years of his mother warning him about falling fridges, tripping over shoe laces and choking on fizzy drink, he’s got a little cautious. Thanks to more outgoing friends and the sister he acquired during his life. their outgoing nature lessened his cautious one, but still Roo is more cautious than others – but it often goes ignored by others. Due to the fact he’s a little bit paranoid about dying, he doesn’t eat meat in case it’s not cooked properly, won’t drink anything except water and rarely uses public transport for fear of major diseases brought on by the other people.

CREATIVE! Roo is an artist by nature, and has a natural ability to work so beautifully with paints. It is something that came naturally, and as a result he’s turned it into a career. Currently he’s working on a degree in fine arts, however earning money by trying to sell his paintings and even drawing caricatures for people. But his creativity stems past painting and drawing and into seeing life in a different light. Ro is wise beyond his years and often seems older than he is. Unlike his peers, he uses his creativity to think of ways to change situations he doesn’t like and looks at things differently. It’s usually optimistic, another part of Roo’s nature, but always a creative and innovative way of looking at things.

CHIVALROUS! Despite being cautious, Roo is a gentleman. He likes to pull the chair out, open the car door and pay for the meal – it’s just how he thinks women should be treated. With male friends, he’s happy to share a dirty joke, but as far as women are concerned he’s an angel. Roo believes romance should be key in relationships and is known to go long term rather than a fling, as well as not hesitating to send flowers after a date or forget the three day rule. Even with his female friends, Roo is most certainly the type to bring her chicken soup when she’s sick or pick her up at three in the morning because she doesn’t want to get a cab. It makes him easy to take for a ride, but for the most part, Roo trusts that people aren’t devious – but of course, he’s wrong..

OPTIMISTIC! Unlike his slightly pessimistic mother, Roo looks on the bright side of life and, as a result, is often popular with his peers. Although he isn’t especially loud, he seems to radiate a certain child-like and almost glowing personality, with accents of forgetfulness and good intentions. Despite being cautious, Roo always thinks optimistically about his friends and family, as if nothing will go wrong for them. Of course this irritates a few, but Roo finds that if he thinks this way he is less likely to get sick and therefore it’s a plus. Conscious that his mental health is also important, he anticipates a brighter future if he keeps his thoughts light. In addition, having been dealt a raw deal as a child (an over bearing mother, no father and being small and weedy), he’s had to look on the bright side – he didn’t have much to be happy about, of course.

QUIRKS: worries almost constantly , stumbles over his words when anxious , scratches the back of his neck a lot , scuffs his feet , sings quietly to himself when alone , taps his fingers like drumsticks on most objects .

LIKES: watercress sandwiches , being muscular , painting , cowboy boots , climbing trees, the great outdoors , long walks , listening to music , water , winter , plasters , the colour blue.

DISLIKES: extract of malt , being short , bullying , paranoia , confusion , artichokes , shoe laces , hot showers , injustice , silent people , being lost , tripping up.

HISTORY !

Roo’s father died shortly after he was born and this, he thinks at least, is the cause of his mother being very overbearing. His father died after contracting e-coli from undercooked meat, a slow and painful death both for him and the family. Roo’s mother became very careful about cooking meat, and by the time Roo had turned one, she refused to eat it at all. The death of his father had made her paranoid, and it was only the beginning. Roo was a fiery baby and would often scream for hours on end, driving hius mother up the wall. She was patient and kind, but even the yelps of her beautiful baby boy would grate on her after a while. It made her exhausted, but thankfully by four months Roo was almost sleeping through the entire night. Of course, to baby Roo, five hours was an entire night – but his mother was just glad of some rest. At seven months Roo began eating solids, which is when his mother’s paranoia only grew. Now with a baby eating proper food, she was very careful about preparation, washing her hands and what foods she would give him. Now a vegetarian, she would rarely give Roo any sort of meat product and often resulted to cold vegetables and cereals as she knew she couldn’t under cook them. As Roo grew up, his mother became more and more cautious, especially as his paediatrician began to worry about his iron levels. Introducing him to meat meant he would end up with almost black meat, his mother too worried about e-coli and salmonella.

But growing older, Roo began to make friends and want to go out with them. Playing in the park and bike rides became his new favourite things and initially his mother would refuse to let him go alone with friends – telling him he was too young, despite other parents allowing their children to go alone. Although it irritated Roo, he merely sighed and shrugged it off – knowing his mother was a little crazy about protecting him, he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. No, Roo was a good kid and he wanted to make her happy, no matter what the cost. By the time he was eight, his mother was at her worst. She was rubbing off on Roo and now he was conscious of the world around him – the potential for illness, death and generally anything dangerous. He became less relaxed than he had previously been and a lot less laid back, now very aware when a friend sneezed or when eating at someone else’s house. With the help of his grandmother, his mother began to improve – his grandmother forced her into seeing a counsellor twice a week and she improved rapidly, much less concerned about it now she was talking about her husband’s death. Obviously it wasn’t instant, but at least now Roo could go out alone. By the time Roo was eight, his mother wasn’t cured – but she was normal, now, and could go without counselling as often. After a frank discussion with Roo, she placed the option of her adopting a sibling for him. At first he was reluctant, having a new person in his life, but the idea grew on him – there would always be a friend for him, and it’d take the load of his mother off his hands a little.

Two years later and the adoption was being finalised. Rory, the sister he was being introduced to, was only six years old and certainly a wild fire. He’d been drawn to her instantaneously and he was sure his mother thought she’d make the perfect addition. She was bold, a little too loud and a lot more outgoing than both Roo and his mum put together – but she brought them together as a family in a way that nobody had done before. It was as if she took the place of his father, who had been much like Rory, and slowly but surely they grew to get along. Roo never thought of her much like a sister, more like a live in best friend, but he grew up with her and grew protective over her. He was bright and excelled in school, but mostly in the art and English departments. Teachers urged him into going to college, but he knew full well his mother couldn’t afford it. He went for scholarships and to his disbelief he got one – to do fine arts in Fantasia. He was excited – he could live at home while studying profusely, and earning some money on the side. He’d be able to look after his family without compromising his own education, something he’d wanted to do becoming a reality very fast.

SAMPLE !

anders was not amused, but it wasn't obvious on his face. his face stayed the same, no matter what emotion he felt, this blank canvas of neutrality. running a hand through his blond locks, he paced in the room, pushing his hands into his pockets deeply as he wandered slowly in a line, turning on his heel so abruptly before pacing back to where he had just come from. the room was empty, needless to say it was around six o'clock in the morning, but he felt contented there. the dorm had been slightly stuffy, with all the boys in there it tended to get that way, but anders couldn't sleep in the heat. it wasn't hot, but it felt on anders' cold, cold skin. he was uncomfortable, or was, because as he paced so peacefully he felt himself calming. had he been human, his heartbeat would've slowed, but it didn't, because he wasn't, and it was a continuous reminder of what had died one hundred and nine years ago for him.

he heard a click of feet coming down the hall, too slow to be a member of staff but too quick to be someone hiding. his eyes narrowed and he immediately crouched, his hand pressed against the floor between his legs and his fangs piercing, his lip raised to show them. but as the footsteps got closer he stood once more, realising what he was doing. seriously, he wasn't about to attack someone he didn't know, but he was so used to being on guard and being prepared to attack. chewing his bottom lip nervously, he moved behind one of the pool tables, resting his palms on the wood and standing on his tip toes, bringing him up past his already tall height of six feet and two inches to at least three or four. his teeth continued to chew, the anxiety of the approaching person making him cut himself, the wound oozing open.

the steps sound faded to silence, and anders' anxiety left him. he was hungry for blood and it made him nervous, and paranoid. growling to himself he pushed his fist into the table, feeling the pain at the edges of his knuckles before drawing back. he was tolerant, but a hungry anders was worse than a lot of things – especially worse than a hungry human. he was much worse than a human anything, even the types of humans that blacked out through anger and tossed their wives across rooms for forgetting to wash something up. no, hungry anders was like an angry lion, crouched in the corner and waiting for the next unsuspecting victim. why was he waiting? for the kitchens to open so he could get something to eat, a little raw steak to keep his energy up so he could go out and hunt down some deer or something. he didn't fancy ripping one of the pretty ladies' necks open for some blood.

nor did he like the idea of tangling with someone of a similar stature of him. shaking his neck, he let his eyebrows contract into a frown as he grumbled to himself. jumping over the back of the sofa he sat down, his arms folded across his broad chest and his feet up on the table in front, the sofa's springs groaning under his weight. it was so old, much like a lot of the equipment in that room, but it was well loved. "fucking lack of food", he scorned the staff, crossing his ankle sand digging his nails into his upper arms. he was angry, and the only way to contain it was to take it out on himself, evident by the slightly red marks now forming on his muscular arms.

ABOUT YOU!

OHHAITHUR, I'M ROO. IRONIC, HUH? AND I'M A PRETTY TALL PERSON. I'M SIXTEEN, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH TIGGER. ALSO, NOTE THE IRONY.. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS THE FOX AND THE HOUND

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