WADE, colton lee

[colton lee wade]

NAME: Colton Lee Wade
AGE: Nineteen
HEIGHT: Six Foot Two
WEIGHT: One Hundred and Sixty Five Pounds
EYE COLOR: Aquamarine (Blue/Green)
HAIR COLOR: Brunette
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
LIKES:

surfing, frisbee, goofing off, southern cooking, sleeping in the sun, flirting, star gazing, video games, word finds, skipping rocks, having his hair ruffled, the smell of perfume, touching things, living day to day

DISLIKES:

pressure, being stuck indoors, assholes, guys that disrespect women, tangy food, thinking about the future, being tied down, charity, sand in his mouth, biblethumpers, pictionary, worrying about money or food, having to leave his sister behind

SECRETS:

[x] he pimped himself out once to pay for his younger sister’s christmas.
[x] writes to her whenever he can
[x] doesn’t eat very often (due to lack of money), so when he does it’s a lot
[x] is too proud to take charity, so he goes without until he earns some cash

GRADE AND/OR OCCUPATION: Professional Beach Bum
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
PLAY BY PLAY: Sean Opry

PERSONALITY:

who am i? that’s a silly question duncha think? i’m no one important, thas fer sure. but ya know, i suppose i can answer you’re question though. i can’t say it’ll be completely right, no one can know everything about themselves, right? i’d like to think i’m a fun loving guy, i enjoy the simple things in life, like relaxing on the beach and soaking up the sun. i prefer to be on the surf, rather than the sand so i don’t sun bathe too much. just every now and then. patience comes and goes for me, cause i’m a passionate fellow. that doesn’t mean i’m crying everytime you turn around, but when i’m happy it’s definitely noticeable and when i’m angry? well let’s just say its more than obvious. i’ve got a bit of a temper which leads to me throwing and breaking things sometimes, but it’s rare. i don’t let much get to me. too many good things in the world and too short of time to cherish them to be mad all the time.

girls will tell ya i’m a bit of a flirt, which i am. i can’t help it, i just love the ladies and seeing them blush when i lay on the compliments. it’s not flattery, flattery is insincere and i always mean what i say. lying is pointless, so i say whatever’s on my mind though when it comes to girls, my southern charm helps me out a bit. i can word things elegantly when i flirt just as quick as i can spit a tundra of cursing when i stub my toe. i respect women though, i was always taught that by my gran. plus i have a younger sister, so that helps. i’ll say i’m pretty protective of her, actually a bit over protective, but what’s a guy to do? i hate it when a girl disrespects her self, especially when it comes to guys. i’ll admit it’s none of my business what they do with their bodies, but i’ve been there and done that and i’ll tell you it ain’t pleasant. so i get ill to my stomach when i see a girl out selling herself for money. it’s just…i dunno. i trust a bit too easily from time to time and i’d like to think i’m loyal until i’m really hurt. good luck getting my trust back after that. i’m really your average kinda guy though. i ain’t got a lot of money, heh, i’ve got no money so i ain’t spoiled by any means. i work hard doin odd jobs for enough to pay what little rent and upkeep i have to do for my little beach shack and to eat every now and then. i don’t eat much, i never have so it’s not too much of a problem. as long as i have a roof over my head when it storms and enough change for a piece of paper and stamps, i’m great.

does that answer your question? hope so, cause that’s all i got man.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Kill Devil Hills, NC
DATE OF BIRTH: July 25th
FINANCIAL STATUS: Sand Dirt Poor
FATHER: Robert Dwight Wade
MOTHER: Jenny Gretchen Wade
SIBLINGS: Sarah-Ray Julia Wade


HISTORY:

well i was born in kill devil hills, north carolina. ever heard of it? doubted it, haha. well it’s a lil ol surf town though it’s gets pretty cool in the winters. from june to october we’ve got some pretty steady surf. i miss it there sometimes, but i don’t miss my parents in the slightest. i was born to robert and jenny wade about nineteen years ago. she was a teen mother and he was years older than her. she had to have been about sixteen and he was at least twenty-three. weird huh? not really, it’s common anymore i guess. still, they didn’t make very great parents and my gran on my mother’s side was the only one that really took care of me. i’m pretty she me ma referred to me as her little brother until she got knocked up again about four years later. sorry, that sounded pretty crude. i love my sister regardless of my ma and pa.

like i said, my gran raised the two of us mostly. she was a sweet old woman and treated us well while my ma ran around doing god knows what. i didn’t speak ta my pa much until i was a little older. i was a rowdy boy, always into anything and everything, always comin home scratched up from trees and surf. yeah i started to surf as soon as i could swim which was probably about seven or eight. there was an older guy there that took a special liking to me. he treated me like a brother and his parents had a good bit of money, so he gave me his old board and got himself a new one when he started teaching me to surf.

school went alright the first few years and my gran managed to whip me into some shape. by the time i hit high school i was providing for the family, meaning my gran, sis and i. my mom came in and out, but not often. can’t say i minded much. between helping my gran at her bakery and workin odd jobs we did alright. it wasn’t till my gran got sick when i was sixteen i got a big reality check though. she had to stop working and lucky for me, my aunt came to help take care of her…but it still wasn’t enough for much, let alone a christmas that year. i didn’t mind so much as my sister did. she needed knew clothes and stuff for school, but we didn’t have the money for it. so what did i do? i sought out some help from -----‘s friends. i knew from surfing, which i did whenever i wasn’t working, that one of his surfer buddies was into me. he wasn’t a bad surfer, he was pretty good, but he made me nervous. he made it painfully obvious he was gay, which i wouldn’t have minded if he didn’t hit on me all the time. it made me uncomfortable to be smacked on the ass by some eighteen year old guy wearing nothing but surf trunks and a coy grin.

i talked to him and he made me a deal. he’d give me all the cash i needed to get my sister and gran gifts, if i spent the weekend with him. how could i say no? just thinking about that weekend makes me nauseous. it was…demeaning to say the least…but it was worth it seeing as that was the last Christmas i spent with my gran. she pasted not long after and my sis and i moved in with my aunt and uncle. they had a good amount of money…but it wasn’t home for me. they wanted to move to the city and i didn’t, so i stayed in the hills until graduation, surfing in contests, working odd jobs and doing this and that to pay for a small apartment and to send my sis stuff. when in high school i started to save for a plane ticket. where? i didn’t know until graduation day came. i moved to hawaii, my dream state. i’ve been here a year now, camped out in a small shack a native woman is letting me rent out. it’s not big, one small bedroom, a tiny itty bitty kitchen connected to a living area with no tv and a couch. i’ve got a small stereo and a super cheap laptop and cell my aunt sent to keep in touch with. i don’t use either much, i keep the comp in a small locked chest when i’m not using it. I leech internet when i do though. i know what you’re thinking…what a sucky way to live. no food, barely any technology, and a tiny crappy shack? well i love it and wouldn’t have it any other way. there aren’t any complications…just…life.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

I don’t have to do I?

NAME: Grant
EXPERIENCE: Seven Years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Jenners