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[teal parker atwater]

NAME: Teal Parker Atwater
AGE: 20 y.o.a
HEIGHT: 6'1.5"
WEIGHT: 175 lbs
EYE COLOR: teal
HAIR COLOR: brown
ETHNICITY: British & French
LIKES: women, sex, twizzlers, his parents...mainly just his mother...,guitar, surfing, cliff diving, photography, suites, looking 'sharp', lazy Sundays, literature, writing music, playing piano, did he mention women?
DISLIKES:...his fathers job...though it sounds incredibly amazing, seeing his mother upset, being controlled, being told what to do, people taking pictures of him (yes it happens when your mother is an ex rock star and is now a genius song writer with loads of cash), blonds who are idiotic (he's met a few smart ones...), brunettes who are idiotic, red heads...he just doesn't like them, crazy colors in people's hair, those 'scene', 'emo' kids...yeah those that would stalk his mom-fuck off.
SECRETS: Was the replacement child-and he knows this all too well.
GRADE AND/OR OCCUPATION: Fashion Photographer
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
PLAY BY PLAY: Danny Schwarz

PERSONALITY:

Teal is...well...different. He has a good chunk of personality from his wonderful mother, Esme (or Twiggy as the media calls her), and an extremely large portion from his male escort father, Dove (who is well known for being...well, in simple terms: Dove.) Therefore, he did inherit his mother's drug and alcohol addiction and being all fun and loosey goosey like she usually was whenever she used to be under the influence back in the day. From his father he received the amazing gift of enchanting women whether they were older, younger, or in between. Either way, he developed a bit of a blunt and rude personality, despite being very sweet and caring growing up. He was a bit of a rebel and still is but not so much. He grew out of that phase fairly quickly. Yeah there was the whole, smoking, drinking, partying at a young age thing, but his father could hardly care and though his mother did care, she was the type of woman who believed one needed to learn through your own experiences and he respected her for that... Teal isn't the typical rich kid, though he used to have the world handed over to him. He attended a private academy-the best they could send him to in England, and they basically let him do whatever he wanted which helped him grow up rather quickly. He couldn't tolerate immaturity...too much...

Yes, Teal can be immature just like any other guy on the planet. He can be very laid back, charming, get the hookah and share it with you, but he can also be manipulative. Though he would never whore himself out for money like his father (because, quite frankly, if his father didn't notice how much he was hurting his mother by doing so then he was just STUPID), he would still sleep around...a lot. His somewhat forgetful and playful nature, despite having that oddly too mature for a twenty year old side to him, helps win people over easily and is why he is one of the most sought out fashion photographers in the business...Plus, all the models want a piece of him. (*points below* did you SEE those abs? Who wouldn't?!) So yes, he will take advantage of his own good looks, flash an academy award winning smile, and have the women fawning over him, but he's protective of his friends, loyal, trustworthy...In a way he is different because he contradicts himself on many occasions, like his temper...he can get a bit violent but he is still laid back most of the time, but over all, he is Teal. Inside and out. He doesn't pretend to be someone he isn't and doesn't think other people should either.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Paris, France.
DATE OF BIRTH: July 25th
FINANCIAL STATUS: Wealthy.
FATHER: Dove Atwater ; High Paying Male Escort
MOTHER: Esme 'Twiggy' Antoinette ; Ex lead singer of Where's Fluffy-now a famous song writer
SIBLINGS: Baise (he recently found out but doesn't know her last name)


HISTORY:

Parents.
<sub>His parents met...strangely. His mother,Esme, had gotten sent to rehab when she was seventeen because of an overdose while on tour with her band, Where's Fluffy?, and was there for drug abuse, alcohol abuse, depression, and some personality dysfunction which she developed after her brother, drummer of the band, passed away. His father, Dove, came from a wealthy family and was sent to the rehab called Manser for being a male escort-he liked sex and because it was an embarrassment, they sent him to rehab for it. At the time, his mother was purposely mute. Somehow, the two found each other and little by little fell in love. Somewhere along the way of their stay to get better, Esme found herself pregnant-and talking by then of course. Dove, not wanting the child at all, and Esme, wanting the child but not wanting to lose Dove, gave the child to a couple. It was a baby girl and according to family friends, they had never seen Esme as depressed as she was the day she had to give her child away. Despite being only seventeen at the time, the child was all she wanted and she probably cried harder than she ever cried before. That child would later be known, to Teal, as Baise-which was a nickname she developed over the years though she was originally given the name of her birth mother.

Fast forward a few years. The couple got out of rehab, though his mother was still heavily hooked onto every substance out there and his father never stopped his 'business', his father, spur of the moment, decided that he wanted to make her happy and get her off all those drugs. The best way to do that? Get her pregnant because he knew that was what she wanted: a child. She was older now, much more established in the music world, and soon enough, Teal Parker Atwater arrived with the whole world watching. His father chose his first name and his middle name was that of his deceased uncle from long ago. But with Teal came a rumor, which would forever prove to be true, that would probably haunt him for the rest of his days: He was only born to replace the baby his mother had practically been forced to give away.</sub>

Life in the fast lane.
<sub>Of course like any celebrity baby, he was given everything to his hearts content. His mother didn't overly spoil him, but she brought him with her on her many world wide tours, taught him how to play guitar and piano...She seemed like the happiest woman on the planet. Teal adored his mother to the fullest extent but wasn't entirely attached to her. He never really grew an attachment to anyone in his entire life. His father was never really around, especially at night, and as he grew older, he noticed his mother and father constantly arguing - mainly that she wanted him to quit his job. Sure the media loved all of their attention and such, but a male escort when you have a girlfriend...whom everyone considered practically his wife now because they had a child together...Two-according to the media which he also picked up on. However, his father never quit and it lead to many nights, sometimes months, of his mother gathering up all their things and moving to another one of the many homes they owned. She never really was one for words-unless it was through music. Because of all this moving around, he grew a slight dislike for his father...He knew he was just trying to make money-but it still felt wrong, in his opinion. So as by the time he was ten, it wasn't a surprise that he was smoking, drinking, and then by thirteen, trying every drug in the book. His parents, in a way, tried to shelter him from it but with the Hollywood life style there was only so much sheltering one could do.

By the time he was fourteen, they finally stopped moving around so much and moved in to a home in London, England. His mother finally let his father back into their home after he promised he 'changed' (which meant just doing it behind her back) and the three were a 'happy family' again. However, despite settling down, Teal didn't want to. Because of all the traveling, he went in and out of schools, private academies, all that lovely stuff, his mother was more of his private tutor if anything, especially since she was forced to quit the band for reasons unknown to Teal at the time (he would later learn through the media that it was because she had developed cancer but she would later, after a ton of chemo-beat it off) and had taken up songwriting instead which proved to help her make more money than singing into a microphone. Teal went from party to party and by sixteen had received his 'highschool diploma' despite being pretty lazy and never really going to school anyway. (Teachers just loved how nice her was *rolls eyes!*) The first thing he did was pack his bags and go to Hawaii. Why? Photography. He loved it and plus...chicks in bikinis...models....warm weather...blue waters...who wouldn't want to go? His mother and father bid him farewell and he was off to make his own living in the world.

He got a job, quite easily thanks to his name, as a fashion photographer for Nylon Magazine and there, on a shoot, was where he met the infamous Graca. Little to his knowledge, Graca had been one of his father's many many ...business partners...On more than one occasion. She was a lot older than him, but the two still hit it off like a plug in an outlet. In the end, however,the two had gotten into a car accident when they were coming back from a party. They had been arguing in the car, Teal driving though not intoxicated, and it was raining heavily. The car skid and flipped over the barrier on the side of the mountainous region and they went right into a tree. Graca's body absorbed the majority of the impact. She ended up passing away in the ambulance and then was when he found out she was pregnant-with his child...And the child, three months along, perished in the accident.

Since then-he didn't bother with women. He had one night stands and flings and still does to this day. In many ways, he felt the pain his mother had felt upon having her first child taken from her-but his wasn't voluntary. If he had known, he would have driven a lot more careful, wouldn't have let her get drunk...like she was ashamed of it and wanted to kill it. In many ways he still blames himself but he stopped letting it show.

You just live everyday one step at a time.</sub>

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

*/BEATRICE STOOD OUTSIDE THE building where, deep within its cold and concrete layers, was the apartment she had to retrieve all her things from. It was cold, as it usually was, and as usual, she wore almost nothing, considering the night before hadn't been the greatest for her. She was a lot paler,probably from how tired she was, which would explain the light purple around her eyes and lips. She had such a horrible trip, she could barely remember what she had been arguing about with Atticus until she re read everything over on her phone and in that moment, she was completely ready to throw herself off the fire escape on the fifth floor of the building she had been in that she didn't remember ever going into. Going to that club as a sort of 'welcome to amnesty' party with those co-workers was an extremely bad idea from the start. She had been sober, minus for the alcohol, for nearly an entire year and she blew it off all in one night and lost everything in one night as well. And standing there looking up at the building...It was four in the morning. Still a little dark out, and she knew it was early, but she literally had nowhere else to go. She wore a simple white tank top, some tiny jean shorts, and flats. But she didn't feel the cold as she slowly took off the necklace with the key to the building and the apartment and opened the door silently, slipping inside, up the stairs, and then using the same key to unlock the door. The apartment felt emptier and colder and she knew it was because she no longer could call it home.

*/PROBABLY QUIETER THAN SHE had ever had the need to be, she went through the apartment, staying away from the bedroom, collected her things and putting it all into one of her large suitcases she had used when she left Texas. She was surprised at how little stuff she had the more she went through the apartment...It was like it all evaporated or something. She got everything from the bathroom, living room, kitchen...which wasn't much, seriously. Sure, she bought the couch...and the eating utensils and that PlayStation3 sitting by the television...But she wasn't going to take any of it because that was just pointless...Even though she loved playing video games, that was the last thing she could honestly take because she used to use Videogames as a way to get out of an argument-if he started it. Pop in a game and play until everything simmered down and they laughing about the fact that she died about five times over in the same spot because she couldn't figure out how to kill the enemy...And playing video games, well, she didn't exactly want to be reminded of the crap she just pulled to be honest.

*/HESITATING, TRIC SLIGHTLY OPENED the door to the bedroom since it was the only part of the house with the lights on, she could tell from under door by the crack. She hesitated, again, before she peered inside. He was there, but she eventually just forced herself to open the door fully, going straight for the closet to grab her clothes. Again, not much. She was never a very materialistic person so this wasn't a surprise, but anything he bought her, she wasn't going to take which left her with even less than she expected the more she thought about it. She remained completely silent, forcing herself to not tremble but failing epically as she put the clothes into the large rolling suitcase, finishing up quickly before zipping it up and slipping the two keys out of the silver chain, putting the silver chain back around her neck. "Don't cry," she scolded herself though she felt the lump rising in her throat...She loved him, didn't she? If not then this wouldn't hurt as badly as it did...Even if it seemed to not phase him whatsoever...or maybe she just wasn't reading into his expression as much as she should. Hell, if she didn't love him, she would have dumped him the first time she found out he cheated instead of putting up with it...She wouldn't have put up with the arguments, wouldn't have lied about her name...In a way it was like protecting him because if the police found out her knew about her, they would consider it guilty by conspiracy for 'housing a criminal'...But instead, Trixie took a deep breath and with an unsteady hand, put the keys on the night stand. She didn't expect him to forgive her, much less speak to her in general. When she said the stuff would be gone by morning, she meant it and it was almost five in the morning...In time to watch the sunset while she went to find a hotel room until she could find a new, cheap apartment to stay in for the time being...

NAME: Fluffy
EXPERIENCE: forever...lol 4-6 years give or take
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? in your mom. jkjk ;D