ARMSTRONG, holden michael

[HOLDEN MICHAEL ARMSTRONG]

NAME: holden michael armstrong.
AGE: twenty four.
HEIGHT: five feet, eight inches.
WEIGHT: one hundred and thirty some pounds.
EYE COLOR: green.
HAIR COLOR: sandy brown.
ETHNICITY: white?
LIKES:

cars, booze, women, family dinners, bonfires, the beach, summer nights, fall mornings, football, thanksgiving, parties, quiet evenings, the water, the smell of gasoline, old music, old movies, and, probably, much more.

DISLIKES:

being made to feel like an idiot, cheap perfume, failing, being lied to, people who get under his skin, and a whole lot more.

SECRETS: he's been seeing a shrink.
OCCUPATION: paramedic.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight.
PLAY BY PLAY: jensen ackles.

PERSONALITY:

COCKY• holden was raised by one of the best football athletes the eastern side of the united states had ever seen. he acquired most his father's talent through genetics, and worked his ass off to outshine his father. other than being a boss athlete, holden was also nominated for nearly every award his high school held, was at the top of his class, and took up most presidency positions. still wondering why he's so narcissistic? no, i didn't think you would be. he's worked for everything he has obtained, and knowing that you can and have so many accomplishments, does give you quite an ego boost.

QUICK WITTED• holden has always prided himself in the department of wit. he can turn anything into an innuendo - and he usually does - and has a come back handy for every occasion. sometimes, even, he'll have a smart remark hanging on the end of his tongue, ready to spit out without even realizing he's had one ready.

EATING ETIQUETTE• now, i know what you're thinking: how can his dinner manners be considered a personality trait? i can answer that simply, holden eats like he plays, like he makes love, and how does just about everything. aggressively. he can eat an entire plate of food in a three minutes sitting. his mouth can fit a large amount, which his teeth chew to bits, and he swallows. an entire plate of food in three minutes, in less than ten bites. now that takes skill. he eats like a pig, honestly, but some how women still find him appealing; that is a wonder to even holden.

ANGRY• holden was always a friendly sort of person. sure, he had his angry moments, but they were far and few and usually harmless. after his football accident, however, his fits come closer together now and are much more dangerous. he usually sips back a drink or a valium before stepping out into the world, to keep him calm. if he didn't though, he could already see him snapping a few good car parts over his knee and sending a few people off to the restroom to have a good cry. he'd never want to frighten anyone, so he keeps a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of valium with him at all times.

CHARMING• other than his dirty mind, his bad eating etiquette, and his anger, holden is rather kind, generous, and charming. he's had a few romances which all ended peaceful and with understanding on both parts. romantic things such as candle lit dinners make him itch in embarrassment, but he has given a few flowers and walked along a beach holding a lovers hand. he can be prince charming when he wants to be.

LOVING• he doesn't love easily, but when he does he's the most dependent man. he loved lyla and loves her for everything she's given him. he loves their son, lucas, more than the world. he loves his friends.

PLACE OF BIRTH: ogunquit, maine.
DATE OF BIRTH: august twenty seventh.
FINANCIAL STATUS: middle class.
FATHER: douglas armstrong.
MOTHER: angela armstrong.
SIBLINGS: none.


HISTORY:

PROLOGUE• something that not many people know is that bryant spent a good three months just working up the nerve to speak to angela. she was a young librarian at the public library in ogunquit maine, while he was a widowed man in his early thirties, working as an architect. she wore her hair in dark curls and wore a dimpled smile, he had already lost most of his hair by then and was sure his grin made him look more stupid than suave. he approached her, though. the two spent many afternoons speaking to one another over the counter of the library desk, several evenings sailing and dining at restaurants that were riding bryant's budget to it's breaking point, and many nights laying side by side one another. absolutely perfect, holden's mother always explained of their first years together. his father had described those years as some of the best of his life - no disrespect to his first wife; the deceased high school sweet heart he had loved for nearly a dozen years.

the two married at the nearest light house, with only a few family and friends present. under angela's sweet little wedding gown was a sweet little bump that would eventually grow up to be holden.

CHILDHOOD AND EDUCATION• both parents attempted to sway holden's interest. as in, his father dressed him in football jersey's as an infant and his mother read to him several times a day. holden didn't quite use the books his mother gave him properly. instead of reading them, he tended to turn them into walls of forts and stepping stones for the lava better known as the living room carpet. though angela scolded him and grimaced at the sight of such terrible use of literature, she loved that little boy of hers very much. by the time holden was old enough for football, his father was too old. with the hype of his father and the pressure of the rest of his friends and school mates, holden became very skilled in the sport.

the school jersey and the fact that his father became the school football coach gave holden a high position at the school's social pyramid. he kept his grades rather high and was in nearly every activity his school offered. he dated a few girls, but kept mostly to himself. until he met his high school sweet heart, as the world dubbed her. they were both sophomore's and had attended the same schools since they were in middle school, but were never really in the same classes. she was bubbly and beautiful and she seemed to fit near perfectly with holden. after all, he was an ace student. falling in love came easy to them. the two were seventeen or so when they came to terms with the fact that college could be the end of them. but, the two stuck together, made a beautiful couple and were even engaged when their acceptance letters arrived in the mail.

they laid their letters out and compared. the ones that denied them, they tossed, even if the other was accepted. yale wanted them both. the two attended the university where they could stay together and also where he could play football, live off campus with her, and still visit their family every couple of weeks. life was going great until his sophomore year of college - the year they found out about reagan.

ADULTHOOD• playing football had never been his dream. he hadn't bothered dreaming of becoming a professional athlete. he actually didn't know what he was supposed to do with his life at all. this lead to a little epiphany his sophomore year of college. not really an epiphany, just a sort of temper tantrum. he kept to himself the best he could while still living with the mother of his child and their daughter, but one night he sat down to help said mother with her homework and the entire thing looked like a different language to him. he felt stupid. he felt worthless. he felt paranoid. so he freaked.

after several weeks of fighting, she left him with the engagement ring and a letter. the two agreed to share their daughter to the best of their ability and holden stayed near the yale campus for the two until she graduated. the three moved to hawaii shortly after, living in separate apartments and shipping poor reagan between the two of them. holden took up careers he felt suitable for and didn't require a college degree - fire fighting, which lead him to paramedics. the career only involved six classes at the local hospital and paid a great deal of money, so holden snatched up the opportunity.

EPILOGUE• well, that's still being written.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

see below.

NAME: kara.
EXPERIENCE: four years?
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? the sister site.

[HOLDEN MICHAEL ARMSTRONG]

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eloise had always been a smart person. skipping grades, graduating early, graduating at the top of her class, attending medical school while only seventeen, graduating medical school while only twenty two... she was smart. according to ever test she'd ever taken, she was smart. how did she possibly end up in new york city, pregnant, and alone if she was so damn smart, though? eloise pondered this question as she sat upon one of the many benches central park had to offer. she had chosen this bench purposely, so that she could watch parents of all ages running wild with their children. she wanted to see the good things that came of being a parent.

so far, however, she had only noticed a mother yelling at her little boy for eating a handful of dirt and dragging him away. she had noticed a small girl with curved eyes and high pig tails run, giggling, right into the low metal bar of the jungle gym. her mother had taken a long time to put her book down, stand, and yell at the girl for not being more careful. will i be so irritable once you're born? she had muttered to her stomach, her fingers brushing over her blouse. she wasn't showing too much as of now. she had never weighed more than one hundred pounds in her life, however, and the twelve extra pounds was killing her back, hips, and feet so far.

eloise sighed, pushing her dirty blond hair away from her face and standing. she couldn't sit here watching these sort of occurenses any longer. it would only make her scold herself further and regret things she knew one day she'd regret regretting. smart eloise would have graduated medical school and gone straight on to work in a hospital. stupid eloise, however, took on a job in africe where she could teach their doctors the way of genetics, while working to purify the drinking water. smart eloise would have never allowed the heat, the music, and the feel or the muscles in mimi siku's chest to seduce her. stupid eloise did. smart eloise would have said no or found one of the few condom's africa had to offer. stupid eloise didn't care. stupid eloise wanted to feel how good exotic, wild sex could feel. smart eloise would have stayed with the child's father. stupid eloise moved to the busiest, most unfriendly city the world had to offer. smart eloise thought stupid eloise was, indeed, very stupid.

eloise sighed again, wanting so badly to kick herself. she was walking away from the park when she heard it. momma! she felt the pressure a moment later. she felt herself stumbling a bit, but was caught by the strong hand of a man. eloise looked down to the small child hugging her calves. she felt her breath catch in her throat, her hand reaching down to push the boy's hair away from his face. she shook her head no, frowning. the child looked up to her for a moment and their eyes met, her frown turning upward. that was what she needed. she needed to know a child's hug would be worth it; that the good moments would be worth it. she licked her lips and watched as the small boy was picked up by the man who had caught eloise from falling.

it's fine, she smiled at the small boy once more, before smiling at his father. that's exactly what i needed. thanks little man. she reached forward to push his hair from his face once more, before offering the hand to his father. i'm eloise. elle or loo if you prefer.

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