Post by Cole Hobbes on Oct 27, 2009 1:14:28 GMT -5
Character Name: Sebastian Coltrane Hobbes
Nickname: Cole, only his parents call him Sebastian anymore.
Age: 17
Birthday: January 1st, 1991
Place of birth: New York, NY
School: Gould
Grade: Junior
Appearance: Many girls find Cole to be a very handsome boy. He has an athletic build underneath a usually unkempt crop of long-ish blond hair. His sparkling blue eyes help to light up a goofy but charming smile that shows off perfect teeth. He dwarfs a lot of guys his age, standing at 6'1". His style of dress is extremely casual, with worn t-shirts and board shorts being most common. Most would say he looks like a beach bum. He is also very proud of the fact that he can grow the beginnings of a halfway decent beard, though his mother usually makes him shave.
Personality: The best way to describe Cole is to call him relaxed. He is the kind of guy that dudes want to hang out with and girls want to be with. The problem is that he knows this, and is very egotistical. He says whatever he wants without worry of who he might offend, and feels justified in everything he does.
Town Area: Beverly Hills
Job: He sells weed.
Transportation: His feet, he is an avid walker.
Family Background and History: Solomon Hobbes - highly regarded composer and one of America's foremost experts on Shakespeare
Olivia Vaugh - a reknowned jazz musician, with a talent for many wind and brass instruments
Cole was born in New York City to a very loving pair of unmarried starving artists. Though it was never admitted, he was a complete accident. He was named for one of his father's favorite Shakespearean characters and his mother's favorite jazz musician. And as the parents soon discovered, Cole seemed to be a fountain of good luck. Soon after his birth, Olivia, a jazz musician, was featured in a magazine article that featured mothers that played jazz music. At about the same time, Solomon Hobbes was hired to compose new music for The Public Theatre's Shakespeare in the Park. These two events helped spark the popularity of the two artists, and eventually it lead to a move to Los Angeles, CA, where Solomon was hired as a composer and Olivia as a performer for movie scores.
Cole, however, seemed to be the only one not to benefit greatly from the luck that was attributed to him. He grew up awkward and gangly, starting school first in New York then having to start over shortly after in LA. The children in Los Angeles in particular were quite difficult for the pale, four-eyed boy with braces to handle, and he remembers his time in elementary school as pure torture.
Soon, however, he began to blosson. He hit puberty before most of the boys his age. He filled out, lost the braces, and eventually got contacts. He went out for sports, got in very good shape, and generally started to fell better about himself. He had yet to overcome his terrible shyness, however.
His freshman year of high school two important things happened. The first was that he discovered surfing, which become one of his great loves. The second was that he was introduced to pot. The combination of these two things helped him break out of his shell and become more comfortable in social situations (to the detriment of his grades) and it also helped him find his musical niche.
He had played many instruments growing up, having had them forced upon him by his parents, but the guitar was what really spoke to him. It was something he had worked on his whole life, and something about being on the beach and having an acoustic guitar in his hands really spoke to him. He began listening to all sorts of music that his surfing friends showed him, ranging from classic bands such as The Beach Boys to pop guitar songwriters like Jack Johnson.
He began writing his own songs, and not only did he find people generally liked them, but he found girls in particular seemed to have a magic weakness for the acoustic guitar. His songs tended to be about love (or the loss thereof) and he began to abuse this seemingly magic power. He has now earned a reputation for being a player, though he usually doesn't intend to hurt girls he just ends up getting bored with them.
His songs have also gotten him a few good gigs in the area and he is getting fairly well known in some music circles. He is currently trying to get a record deal.
Class Schedule: 1st Period - Band
2nd Period - American History
3rd Period - Chorus
4th Period - American Literature
5th Period - Chemistry
6th Period - Art
Attendance Length: Since Freshman Year
After School Activities: Football, Surf Team
Likes: His own music, campfires on the beach, girls, surfing, occasional time to himself.
Dislikes: Being pressured into things you don't want, being picked on, senseless cruelty, litter in the ocean, school.
Other Information: I'm stealing the music of Speechwriters LLC to use as Cole's music. Please don't sue me, Speechwriters! Credit to you for writing any song I refer to, use, steal, etc...
To listen to the vast majority of their catalog, check out their digital archive at www.fexum.com/swllc/
Pics for face claim:
img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/medias/nmedia/18/68/21/43/19064356.jpg
and
www.imdb.com/media/rm1421974272/nm0647638
Face Claim: Eric Christian Olsen
Player: Miami
Writing Sample: The night sky shone down upon Cole as he lay in the sand, the music of the waves rhythmically bouncing off the shore nearly lulling him to sleep. The campfire was a good distance away but he could still hear bits of voices and instuments as his friends partied. It was an excellent night for a fire, and Cole had been having a lot of fun, but there are a few things that would pull him away from log chairs and jam sessions.
But for now, Cole enjoyed the relative peace that distance had brought. The sand was cool underneath his warm skin, and the sweat from his body dripped down to form clumps of minute particles. He stared up at the night sky and brought a blunt to his lips. Lighting it and taking a puff, he held it for a few counts then watched as the smoke drifted up above him, making vague shapes that Cole thought about naming as they floated away and disintegrated into the universe.
His soul was at peace.
The figure next to him stirred and a hand slid up his sticky back. The girls voice disturbed the tranquility of the night, and Cole frowned. He didn't even listen to a word she said, but instead handed her the weed and stood up. He found his shorts and put them back on. More noise came from beneath him, but it fell on deaf ears.
"I'm going back to the fire." With that, Cole began to walk away, trying his best to ignore the now angry shouts coming from his latest lover. She would get over it, and peace would be restored.
Eventually.
Nickname: Cole, only his parents call him Sebastian anymore.
Age: 17
Birthday: January 1st, 1991
Place of birth: New York, NY
School: Gould
Grade: Junior
Appearance: Many girls find Cole to be a very handsome boy. He has an athletic build underneath a usually unkempt crop of long-ish blond hair. His sparkling blue eyes help to light up a goofy but charming smile that shows off perfect teeth. He dwarfs a lot of guys his age, standing at 6'1". His style of dress is extremely casual, with worn t-shirts and board shorts being most common. Most would say he looks like a beach bum. He is also very proud of the fact that he can grow the beginnings of a halfway decent beard, though his mother usually makes him shave.
Personality: The best way to describe Cole is to call him relaxed. He is the kind of guy that dudes want to hang out with and girls want to be with. The problem is that he knows this, and is very egotistical. He says whatever he wants without worry of who he might offend, and feels justified in everything he does.
Town Area: Beverly Hills
Job: He sells weed.
Transportation: His feet, he is an avid walker.
Family Background and History: Solomon Hobbes - highly regarded composer and one of America's foremost experts on Shakespeare
Olivia Vaugh - a reknowned jazz musician, with a talent for many wind and brass instruments
Cole was born in New York City to a very loving pair of unmarried starving artists. Though it was never admitted, he was a complete accident. He was named for one of his father's favorite Shakespearean characters and his mother's favorite jazz musician. And as the parents soon discovered, Cole seemed to be a fountain of good luck. Soon after his birth, Olivia, a jazz musician, was featured in a magazine article that featured mothers that played jazz music. At about the same time, Solomon Hobbes was hired to compose new music for The Public Theatre's Shakespeare in the Park. These two events helped spark the popularity of the two artists, and eventually it lead to a move to Los Angeles, CA, where Solomon was hired as a composer and Olivia as a performer for movie scores.
Cole, however, seemed to be the only one not to benefit greatly from the luck that was attributed to him. He grew up awkward and gangly, starting school first in New York then having to start over shortly after in LA. The children in Los Angeles in particular were quite difficult for the pale, four-eyed boy with braces to handle, and he remembers his time in elementary school as pure torture.
Soon, however, he began to blosson. He hit puberty before most of the boys his age. He filled out, lost the braces, and eventually got contacts. He went out for sports, got in very good shape, and generally started to fell better about himself. He had yet to overcome his terrible shyness, however.
His freshman year of high school two important things happened. The first was that he discovered surfing, which become one of his great loves. The second was that he was introduced to pot. The combination of these two things helped him break out of his shell and become more comfortable in social situations (to the detriment of his grades) and it also helped him find his musical niche.
He had played many instruments growing up, having had them forced upon him by his parents, but the guitar was what really spoke to him. It was something he had worked on his whole life, and something about being on the beach and having an acoustic guitar in his hands really spoke to him. He began listening to all sorts of music that his surfing friends showed him, ranging from classic bands such as The Beach Boys to pop guitar songwriters like Jack Johnson.
He began writing his own songs, and not only did he find people generally liked them, but he found girls in particular seemed to have a magic weakness for the acoustic guitar. His songs tended to be about love (or the loss thereof) and he began to abuse this seemingly magic power. He has now earned a reputation for being a player, though he usually doesn't intend to hurt girls he just ends up getting bored with them.
His songs have also gotten him a few good gigs in the area and he is getting fairly well known in some music circles. He is currently trying to get a record deal.
Class Schedule: 1st Period - Band
2nd Period - American History
3rd Period - Chorus
4th Period - American Literature
5th Period - Chemistry
6th Period - Art
Attendance Length: Since Freshman Year
After School Activities: Football, Surf Team
Likes: His own music, campfires on the beach, girls, surfing, occasional time to himself.
Dislikes: Being pressured into things you don't want, being picked on, senseless cruelty, litter in the ocean, school.
Other Information: I'm stealing the music of Speechwriters LLC to use as Cole's music. Please don't sue me, Speechwriters! Credit to you for writing any song I refer to, use, steal, etc...
To listen to the vast majority of their catalog, check out their digital archive at www.fexum.com/swllc/
Pics for face claim:
img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/medias/nmedia/18/68/21/43/19064356.jpg
and
www.imdb.com/media/rm1421974272/nm0647638
Face Claim: Eric Christian Olsen
Player: Miami
Writing Sample: The night sky shone down upon Cole as he lay in the sand, the music of the waves rhythmically bouncing off the shore nearly lulling him to sleep. The campfire was a good distance away but he could still hear bits of voices and instuments as his friends partied. It was an excellent night for a fire, and Cole had been having a lot of fun, but there are a few things that would pull him away from log chairs and jam sessions.
But for now, Cole enjoyed the relative peace that distance had brought. The sand was cool underneath his warm skin, and the sweat from his body dripped down to form clumps of minute particles. He stared up at the night sky and brought a blunt to his lips. Lighting it and taking a puff, he held it for a few counts then watched as the smoke drifted up above him, making vague shapes that Cole thought about naming as they floated away and disintegrated into the universe.
His soul was at peace.
The figure next to him stirred and a hand slid up his sticky back. The girls voice disturbed the tranquility of the night, and Cole frowned. He didn't even listen to a word she said, but instead handed her the weed and stood up. He found his shorts and put them back on. More noise came from beneath him, but it fell on deaf ears.
"I'm going back to the fire." With that, Cole began to walk away, trying his best to ignore the now angry shouts coming from his latest lover. She would get over it, and peace would be restored.
Eventually.
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