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Post by lesley1 on Jul 7, 2010 22:47:01 GMT -5
 "I think it's best to leave the past in the past. A Prince does not look back. Only ahead." - The Great Prince
NAME: Forrest James Princeton.
NICKNAMES: None.
AGE: Twenty-seven.
BIRTHDAY: December eighth.
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.
NATIONALITY: American.
OCCUPATION: Pride Rock Zoo employee.
PLAYED BY: Ian Somerhalder.
DISNEY: The Great Prince of the Forest.
USER GROUP: Royalty?
PERSONALITY !
SERIOUS & PESSIMISTIC! Upon first meeting, one will certainly pick up on the fact that Mister Forrest Princeton is a very serious man. He doesn't really understand the concept of humor or simply having fun to be honest. If one were to tell him a joke, they should learn to expect a blank stare in response. Now, that isn't to say he wouldn't have got it. Chances are he actually would have, although he probably just wouldn't have thought it was funny. One shouldn't be hurt by this, though. Forrest doesn't find much of the norm funny. He's a true blue pessimist. Always looking to the dark side of things and never enjoying the good stuff. Through this, he does have a very clear view on life, although most don't particularly like him for it. However, one would be surprised that Forrest did not always cling to this grim nature. He's just changed over the years. Became more efficient and less playful. As a result, though, many have come to know him as a major killjoy.
BLUNT & IMPATIENT Forrest isn't exactly the type to dodge around topics. In fact, he can get rather weary of those who do. No, he's more of the type to tell you straight out what he's done, is thinking, or is feeling. For example, it would not be unheard of for Forrest to say such a thing as this: "I stepped on your hamster by accident. It's dead now. Sorry." Probably with nothing more than an awkward scratch of his head before wandering off to go do something else... Also, if he dislikes you, he does, but mostly, he will not outright attack you because of it. However, though he tries his absolute best to remain on good terms with most, he does have a tendency to be unintentionally rude. Being such a blunt person, Forrest is very honest and tells you how it is. A lot of the time, he may not have even realized he's said something in a condescending way or has insulted a person. Analyzing what he says for an hour isn't the priority, giving one a message is, so Forrest honestly can't be bothered if he has. Forrest is generally a very impatient person as well. He doesn't do well with people who like to carry on. He likes to get things done and get things done quick, so that he doesn't have to spare too much of his time. Yes, unfortunately he is one of those types that feels almost everything is an inconvenience, but why should he bother having to wait because someone else has messed up?
SECRETLY SOFTHEARTED & DEADPAN HUMOR! Although he'd rather not show it, Forrest actually is sort of... nice. Of course, one would have to dig really deep to see that, but it's true. He'll have to be very comfortable around you first, though, which can be kind of tricky... Anyways, once Forrest seems to actually have a liking for you, he can be pretty friendly. Actually, he can even be kind of dorky from time to time, though it's rare. This is only enhanced by his very deadpan sense of humor. While not thinking most intricate or perverse jokes funny, he does find things like, "Why did the atoms cross the road? It was time to split!" almost... chuckle-worthy. Don't ask why. It's just the way he is. Well, it's the way he is if you aren't an idiot or something.
ANTISOCIAL & PROTECTIVE! Most conversations with Forrest typically are ones that he hasn't started. Never the most lively, he doesn't really confront people to talk with them. He waits for people to come to him. He values solitude and although he doesn't necessarily find conversations annoying, it's a sort of a "if I have to" thing unless he likes you well enough or the matter is pressing. Now, Forrest is not exactly a mean person. He's just got a lot of views on a lot of topics. Although he tends to ignore those who have different ideas about said topics, there are a lot of things he simply does not stand for. One would be mistreatment of vulnerable things such as animals. Stepping on hamsters by accident is one thing but outright hurting creatures for no real reason is crossing a line. So, yes, one could say Forrest is a bit protective. He's kind of fatherly in a way. Perhaps, not the best example of a father, but he's sure to look out for those he is close to and is ready to stop anyone who endangers them.
STRONG-WILLED & GENTLEMAN! Forrest is a determined person. If he wants something done, he will jump through as many hoops humanly possibly (even if he's annoyed by them) to get it. This makes him out to be a hardheaded sort of guy as this can apply to any point he wishes to make. Forrest will do almost anything to prove himself and gain respect. Keep in mind, though. If he doesn't want something to happen, he'll generally fight so that it doesn't. Beyond his antisocial nature and his veil of seriousness, he's actually a very passionate person although he doesn't typically like to express much emotion. It just takes quite a lot for someone to ever see that side of him. Outside of this, one will notice that Forrest is fixated on the idea of doing things properly. Although he has his slip-ups like anyone else, he does his best to remain a gentleman... even princely. To him, a man is not a man if he does not possess a nature of elegance.
QUIRKS: Sighs often when having to deal with something, always stands straight up and never with a slant or any other indecencies to his posture, tilts his head to the side a little when he doesn't understand something, walks with a nice little stride as if every step is important, hangs his head or sports a pained expression as if it actually hurts him when someone says something he deems stupid, tends to demand rather than ask.
LIKES: Nature, the quiet, the color green, sleeping in, turkey, swimming, being out and about in the sun, deadpan jokes, intelligent people, sports.
DISLIKES: Loud noises, judgmental people, confrontation, arrogance, having to cook for himself, idiots, overly happy people, nonsense, people behaving like animals, defiance.
HISTORY !
Forrest didn't have a father growing up. That isn't to say that he physically didn't have one and his mother got pregnant out of nowhere... But, he never knew the man, and honestly, he doesn't really care to seeing that his father, whether he be alive or dead, doesn't even know he exists. One might think that growing up without such an important male influence in his life might have been difficult, but Forrest knew no different. He found a role model in his mother's father, although the old man was hardly pleased about her unexpected pregnancy. His grandmother had already passed on by the time he was born, having been killed in a car accident years prior. His mother wasn't exactly too young to have a child. She was in her late twenties. Questioning her views on marriage and whether it'd ever be right for her and all that. Forrest was simply a shock was all, although with time, the small family got over it.
Years passed, and although Forrest didn't necessarily have the best childhood, one cannot argue he got a pretty good upbringing. His grandfather was a caring yet stern man and wouldn't stand for anything less than the most proper, politest attitude from Forrest. If one were to compare he and his grandfather today, they would find the similarities to be endless. Differences? Maybe Forrest is a bit colder and more snappy. Qualities he's convinced he inherited from his father wherever he might be. Anyways, one notable thing about Forrest's earlier years was the fact that he was always outdoors. From a young age, he began showing an interest in animals and was surprisingly protective over them, especially when other kids were around. His mother found this annoying as he was always tracking dirt and water into the house from being in some creek or scaring the life out her with a toad he happened to find and put in the bath tub. Actually, a lot of things that Forrest did seem to annoy his mother. Secretly, he'd always felt like he was an inconvenience to her and her attitude never showed him otherwise, so...
Throughout his early teens, Forrest started doing volunteer work at a local animal shelter to get some experience because it seemed like nature and animals were all he could really be enthusiastic about. He wasn't too sure where this path would lead him, but he enjoyed the ride. Around the same time, his grandfather died. It wasn't exactly unexpected considering the man had never been the healthiest. He'd been diagnosed with diabetes, and as a result, he'd developed heart disease. A fatal heart attack had occurred, and suddenly, the only father figure in Forrest's life was gone. Obviously, the blow was hard. Harder on Forrest than even his mother, one could go so far to say. However, this did mean one thing. With his grandfather out of the picture and the situation with his mother, Forrest was no longer tethered to her. Meaning that, as long as his grandfather was alive, he'd stick around to support him. His mother could provide for herself and so she didn't really need him.
So, Forrest stuck around a bit to finish off school and all that. After college, though, he was out of there, and honestly, he's pretty sure his mother, if not a bit lonely, is happy to have him out of her hair. Forrest wasn't sure where he was going, but years passed, and he found himself in Fantasia. He soon got a job at Pride Rock Zoo, and he's happy... Sort of. Well, more like content. Forrest likes what he's doing, and he likes the environment he's in, but he isn't sure he'll ever be genuinely happy. Like said, though, he is a pretty pessimistic guy. He hardly talks to his mother these days. In fact, he's not even sure when the last time he called her was. Whatever the case, Forrest is determined to look ahead and leave who he used to be, or was supposed to be in his mother's eyes, behind.
SAMPLE !
obsidian feathers graced the air, settling on small currents and floating loftily on them. it was afternoon, and the sky was ablaze with colors. pastel hues of orange, pink, and red danced across the horizon, the light accenting his slick feathers and making them glow with rainbow streaks. a brutal vision of darkness in the otherwise bright sky, dmitri swooped casually downward, dipping his feathers accordingly. a rush of bliss surrounded him, the feeling of his feathers on the wind spiraling downward and the calm, eerie sounds of birds such as he creating a natural high that could only be expressed by action. with an invisible smirk on his beak, mitri did a quick spin in the air, letting his wings wrap around him to gain more momentum. he was a master of the sky by now as the foreboding raven was one of his favorite forms as a shifter. during the long, four years that he had been independent of his parents influence, he'd perfected his flying skills. not that a bartender really needed flying skills, it was a lovely hobby. perhaps meaningless, said the intellectual part of his brain. but absolutely wonderful, countered another funloving portion. letting out a croaked laugh, mitri angled his body downward and let himself fall into the canopy of trees below. when he deemed himself the correct altitude, he flattened his body out and gracefully landed on the outstretched branch of a tree, talons swinging out to grasp it.
cocking his neck to the side, he began to preen his feathers, all the while distinctly alert for any warning of another's presence. so far so good. dmitri brought his head back up and stretched out his wings... perhaps it would not have been such an odd sight for a raven to do that. but, his wings were not simply stretching, they were growing. arms reached outward, bones enlarging, and his small raven head growing into that of a sharp-featured man. soon, there was no longer a raven at all but a young human crouched out like a predator upon a tree branch that was much too small for him. as if to emphasize this fact, the branch let out a dangerous creak, and mitri knew he ought to get off before it gave way. nodding to himself, he caught hold of a sturdier branch above of him and used it to gain the leverage needed to swing himself out of the tree. he fell a couple feet or so and landed on his feet with a feral grace unnatural to the stereotypical human. feeling accomplished, dmitri let himself fall to the ground where a sling bag was laid out beside this particular tree. perhaps leaving it there for anyone to grab had been unwise, but mitri could care less considering there really wasn't much to steal. unzipping it quickly, he began to fish around before pulling out a fresh, scarlet apple from its depths.
there was a squelching sound as he tore a chunk out of it, savoring the moist fruit on his tongue. it was almost lunch time, he decided, looking up at the sky from where he sat. he'd spent more time messing around than he had anticipated, so inevitably he hadn't packed as much as needed. no matter... his shift would begin in a couple hours anyway, and he could probably sneak a bite to eat at the pub. nodding his agreement with himself that this was indeed a good idea, dmitri took another bite out of his apple... he immediately glanced up as the splattering clatter of hooves falling from some place high reached his ears. that hadn't been too far away, he thought, raising an arched eyebrow. his thoughts told him it was nothing, but instinct knew better. pulling out a plastic bag and putting the apple inside it before tossing that in turn back into his sling bag, he got up, bag in hand. should just check it out... he thought absentmindedly to himself. swinging the bag over his shoulder, he focused all his senses on the desired area. there certainly was something there, and it was only his own paranoia that kept him from dismissing it as some woodland creature. eyes glinting, he made his way out of the small clearing and entered yet another, the sound of water running over rocks his only friend in the deathly silence.
scanning the area with an even blue gaze, he almost overlooked the creature blending in with the shadows. but, of course, dmitri didn't. he was too observant and too keen to save his hide in case there was a possible threat in the region. as it was, it seemed to be simply a lonely timber wolf. not that uncommon for the area, he decided, though still slightly suspiscious. needless to say, it did occur to him that wolves usually didn't have the hooves necessary to make such a sound, but perhaps he'd misheard... watching it closely from where he stood, he couldn't sense anything too mysterious about it... maybe it was just a normal wolf. feeling oddly social today, mitri smiled sweetly at the animal, the cold and calculative air that had surrounded him morphing into his usual young and carefree one. daring to go nearer, mitri let his shoulders angle downwards and fell onto all fours. the change was swift, and he hardly even noticed that when he opened his eyes once again they were those of a bright-eyed gray wolfdog. tail carrying a slight wag to it, he sniffed the air once. mmm... water, sod, flowers... letting his gaze fall back to the timber wolf, a playful glint entered his eye. padding on over, he fell onto his haunches before her and gave a sort of smile. sometimes it was fun to simply play with another animal... get away from humans for a bit and value simplicity. cocking his head to the side and letting his tail thump back and forth, he looked at the female curiously. translated into canine language, he was most likely saying: play?
ABOUT YOU!
OHHAITHUR, I'M LESLEY AND I'M A PRETTY ODD PERSON. I'M ANCIENT, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH REPEATED WHIPPING AND OTHER VARIOUS TORTURES BY ALICE. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS EITHER OLIVER AND COMPANY OR THE FOX AND THE HOUND... OR BAMBI... EH, I'M FOND OF A LOT
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