Post by peter benjamin williams on Jan 1, 2010 17:55:52 GMT 10
peter benjamin williams
childish, hyperactive, cocky.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Name: Peter Benjamin Williams
Nickname(s): None
Disney Character: Peter Pan
Age: 19
Birthdate: February 3, 1990
Birthplace: Westchester, New York
Orientation: Straight
Member group: Hero
Education: Peter dropped out of high school in his junior year (which also happened to be last year, due to starting school a year late and then repeating his junior year a second time before failing all together). He never seemed to be able to take his schooling seriously, and he’s always been against going to college. Through his eyes, college is the place where you truly do ‘grow up’ and loose individuality all together. Peter did get his GED, though by the skin of his teeth. Why did he drop out? It’s quite simple, really. He knew there was something bigger and better out there for him, though he hasn’t quite found out what that bigger and better thing is just yet. But who is Peter to deny his sense of adventure? So he took off for New York City, ‘bigger and better things’.
Occupation: Fascinated by flight, Peter’s taken a liking to planes ever since he was little. He decided that if he ever changed his mind about college (which he didn’t), or if he was perhaps forced to go back to school, something in the field of aviation would be his primary choice of career. But seeing as his expertise in this field is close to none, Peter is instead stuck behind a desk for 40 hours a week in order to be able to pay rent. His actual job? Checking luggage for people who embark on an adventure of their own while he simply smiles and wishes them well.
Often mistaken as younger than his nineteen years, Peter’s got the undeniable face of a young child. Complimentary to his personality, Peter’s face holds a very boyish look, though what he lacks in maturity of appearance, he makes up for in height. Standing at 6’1, Peter’s rather proud of his height (as he is with most of his traits, no doubt), and towering over some of the other boys underlines his trait of leadership – in his opinion, anyway. But the Peter’s height isn’t the only physical trait that blatantly stands out, as the boy is a bit on the scrawny side. He’s quite thin, and though he does eat, nothing seems to stick to his bones.
With a head full of mousy brown hair, Peter’s original color of a dark strawberry-blonde have faded from the years of his youth. When it comes to his hair, Peter’s hardly picky and only gets it cut in the most dire circumstances (which are few and rare). His mop is rather poorly kept, and more often than not, how his hair looks when he wakes up in the morning is likely how it’s going to look for the rest of the day. Peter’s hair and height are probably the only two things that have changed about his physical appearance over the years, both of which are proof that contrary what he or anyone else believes, age comes without question.
As far as clothing fashion goes, Peter wears whatever’s clean and whatever he can afford. Remember, the boy never did finish high school and he certainly didn’t go to college; he’s paying rent with three of his friends, working a job at an airport 50 hours a week, and finding a way to put food on the table. Whatever money that’s left over…well, there’s hardly any. Living in New York City is hardly cheap. As a result, Peter’s not picky when it comes to clothing, although he does show a weakness for hats – he probably owns more hats than he does shirts. The wardrobe he does have is not very diverse in color nor style: Peter prefers to stick to greens and browns and it’s just about as rare as him getting a haircut to find him in anything other than t-shirts and jeans.
Overall, Peter truly doesn’t care as to what others think of him, seeing as he thinks it’s his own opinion that truly matters. And his own opinion of himself is, well, he likes to think he’s rather grand.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Best Feature: “Hmm…I think it’s my imagination, or are you talking appearance-wise? Well, what’s not to love, I like to say!”
Worst Feature: “…But I guess my ears are kind of annoying. I mean, seriously, they’re so elfish. If I shrunk a coupla inches and threw on an elf costume, I’d fit right in at the North Pole, no?”
Something Memorable: “Apparently it’s my ‘impish grin and immature, childish demeanor’. Like I even know what half those words mean. That’s what my principal at the high school said, anyway. ‘Peter, if there’s one thing I and this staff won’t forget about you, it’s your impish grin and your immature, childish demeanor!’ I’m pretty sure he said some other stuff, too. I think he was talking about how great I was, because everyone loves me, but…I wasn’t really listening.”
Childish
Peter is the epitome of immaturity, and though he’s been alive for 19 years, his mind still belongs to his younger self. Peter never really did grow up, and everything in his mannerisms shows it: the way he can never take anything seriously, the goof off he is, and how his level of seriousness is never entirely up to par. He’s still entirely convinced that all girls contain cooties, and this is a way of thought that is very hard to break with Peter; however, he does accept some girls to become ‘one of the boys’. Peter isn’t one for responsibility (his job at the airport has not been his first), and he never seems to lose touch with his youth, which says a lot for an almost twenty year old. Many have told him to ‘grow up’ – but Peter has no intention of listening to these people, as they tend to be the ones that have already lost contact with their younger selves. And that is something Peter is sure he’s never going to do. Thus, the phrase ‘grow up’ falls on deaf ears, and Peter goes about with his mannerisms.
Hyperactive
Peter gets excited over the smallest things: a new hat, a snow fall, an idea, bright lights on a store display. His imagination literally has no limits; as a matter of fact, when it comes it Peter, it’s not a good idea to leave many things to the imagination. At night, he dreams up wild scenarios and stories explaining simple shadows that could be composed of nothing but a pile of books or stuffed animals, but so long as they don’t look like a pile of books or stuffed animals, in Peter’s mind they suddenly turn into crazy things like cats driving pirate ships or Christmas trees hanging upside down. He’ll take the simplest little shape and transform it into something you wouldn’t even be able to see if you were hanging sideways and upside down. You could say he has a very large case of ADD (to say the least), but really, Peter just finds everything too exciting in life to not start jumping up and down and smile from ear to ear about. I mean, wouldn’t you be excited too if you found this amazing new hat? That’s what he thought.
Cocky
To put things simply, Peter thinks he’s great. He thinks – no, he knows – everyone simply loves him, and that’s that. He thinks himself to be great and wonderful and everything else – after all, who wouldn’t want to hang out with someone as grand as he is? – but Peter’s completely oblivious to the fact that not everyone agrees with all of his ideas. In small doses, his cockiness is tolerable, but this trait can leave others with a bad taste in their mouth about the boy. Peter almost always means well; but his pride in himself and the things that he does isn’t in a way that he’d like to purposely shove it in your face to prove that he’s better than you are. It’s more like a look-at-what-I-did-aren’t-you-so-proud-of-me sort of cockiness, the type that would be expected in a child but is frowned upon in a nineteen year-old boy. However, Peter does love to have his ego stroked, which often results in his head blowing up like a balloon from all the compliments and/or praise. He doesn’t exactly live off of it, but he does thrive on it, and it’s almost certain to make him that much happier due to those that can actually put up with his feeding his ego every now and then.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Likes:
- Pretending / Imagining
- Green
- Hats
- Being a leader
- Airports
- Planes
- Birds
- Large crowds of people
- Stories
- New York City (Peter really does believe it is a magical place)
Dislikes:
- Grown ups, with a strong passion
- Young people pretending to be grown ups (Why would they want to do that? Quite unfortunate…)
- Pirates (Pirates are to Peter as some people are to clowns)
- Being told what to do
- Boring people
- Girls (Especially the ones who talk too much)
- Being quiet
- When things don’t go his way (Peter throws a mean tantrum)
- Fancy clothes / Anything that has to do with being ‘proper’
- Nightmares
Positive Traits:
Impulsive Peter’s a very spontaneous person. If an idea is put into his head, he wants to do it right then, and not a second later. Besides, it probably won’t seem as appealing to him if the idea is put on hold, so it’s now or never with him. On the same note, something he doesn’t approve of at the moment is also something that might sound like a good idea to him later on, so if he says no the first time, run the idea by him later and he might just change his mind. Peter’s solely in the scheme of things to have fun, and he doesn’t care what it takes, but he’s going to have fun.
Leader Peter is a natural leader: he doesn’t like being told what to do, and his firmness in what he says and does leads others to believe in what he does as well. When placed in a large group of people, Peter’s ideas slowly become the only ideas in the group. And it’s not because he’s bossy – but he’s just so confident and his ideas sound like so much fun, how could you not agree?
Independent If you can’t respect his childishness, then you can at least respect the fact that what Peter says and does is pure, meaning what he does, he does on his own without the influence of others. So many people of the world are influenced by what everyone else says and does, but Peter is one of the few who does things because he wants to, because he knows how to think on his own. In this area, Peter deserves some sort of respectability, because not many people can claim to be original and pure in this world.
Negative Traits:
Blunt Peter doesn’t think before he speaks – he merely just speaks. And if he hurts someone’s feelings, it’s not because he meant to, it’s because his thoughts are raw, and he says whatever comes to mind. This goes hand in hand with his independence: what he thinks and says, he doesn’t really think over. Thinking before acting or speaking is something that Peter has never been good at, and also something he probably never will be good at.
Temper Peter’s got the slightest bit of a temper when something doesn’t go his way, very similar to that of a child’s. The stomping, the furrowed brow, it’s all there – and in a 19 year old boy, for that matter. He doesn’t always understand that things don’t always work out the way he wants them to.
Naïve Peter is perhaps a little too much unaffected by society. He’s fallen in love with the world and everything in it, good or bad. He fails to see the bad side in many things, and most of the time he’s completely unaware of the things that go on around him. He’s stuck in the clouds with his imagination, oblivious to the bad and wrong in the world, and is awestruck by things that pose danger to others. Sword fights and guns mean an adventure in Peter’s mind; cities and crime rates impose a sense of excitement onto the boy (which might be why he loves NYC so much). However, Peter’s so carefree, even if he was aware of all that was wrong with the world, he probably wouldn’t be able to bring himself to care. Peter moves on quickly from one thing to the next without even blinking.
Goes with the flow Peter can’t always tell the difference between right and wrong; but he can certainly tell the difference between fun and not fun. Because of this, he tends to go with the majority in most situations. Even if it’s wrong, Peter will join the crowd; and though he’s a very independent thinker, he can’t help but follow suite. This isn’t always his fault, because his mind set is that if everyone’s laughing, then it must be fun. And if it’s fun, then he should be laughing too. He’s not a very thorough thinker when it comes to this, though – Peter lives solely in the moment, and doesn’t think of consequences, much less of people’s feelings getting hurt as a result.
Most intriguing quirk(s): Peter has a tendency to watch his shadow like it’s another person. When he’s walking in a crowded area, it’s very common for him to walk into other people because he’s so busy watching his feet and that fascinating Gray Man attached to his soles. How does the Gray Man manage to mirror all of his movements? It’s something Peter is absolutely mind-blown by.
Greatest Ambition: Staying young, and maybe, just maybe learning how to fly one day.
Greatest Fear: Growing up. He might be 19, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to act like it and that certainly doesn’t mean he has any plans to grow up any time soon. This is probably Peter’s biggest fear. He’s terrified of losing touch with his childhood, though some would deem it impossible by now for his mental state to mature.
Born to a newly wed couple, the Williams family was a cute little threesome with smiling faces and bright, cheerful personalities. And their son, Peter? Oh, he was just a little adorable bundle of sunshine, the way he smiled at everyone and everything. Peter was such a bright little child, and truly a blessing, considering Mrs. Williams wasn’t supposed to be able to conceive. But here was Peter, lively and so intelligent for his young age. He was promising, he was going to be successful, he was going to bring pride to the family name.
Peter’s first smile, Peter’s first laugh, Peter’s first Christmas, Peter’s first bike – it was all written down, documented by his mother and father. Growing up as an only child, Peter was sure to expose himself to a social life outside his own home. He had many friends, though because he had no siblings, Peter was used to being on his own, and thus his imagination quickly became his closest and best friend. Although he was very childish and quite mature, Mr. and Mrs. Williams supposed that it was just a phase, that all little boys acted the same way. Peter’s mannerisms and attitude were like those of any other boy his age, so they had no reason to worry.
That is, they had no reason to worry until Peter was 15 years old and still playing pretend. He was maintaining passing grades, though they were beginning to slowly fall as Peter found school to be far too easy – simply put, he was bored. And that was where his imagination came in. Peter had excuses and stories for everything and anything, and a simple question such as ‘Why didn’t you do your homework last night, Peter?’ turned into a fifteen minute explanation of how he couldn’t do his homework because he was too busy fighting the pirates that threatened the mainland. Why couldn’t the teacher understand that the pirates were after the school because the school rested on precious grounds which were believed to hold many a treasure in them? Did the teacher want the school destroyed and bombarded by these pirates just so they could dig up treasure? Why couldn’t they see that Peter was trying to protect them?
You could probably see why Peter’s teachers didn’t believe him. You could also probably see why this led to numerous parent conferences and phone calls.
Mr. Williams finally had enough. After listening to yet another of Peter’s stories about how he had to fight the ridiculous pirates (and he still told these stories in complete seriousness, even at 15), Mr. Williams sent the boy to bed for the night.
But Peter didn’t sleep.
He listened instead, just as he listened to his mother’s stories when he was younger, as his father ranted of his anger and frustration towards his son. Mr. Williams had gotten a lot angrier over the years (though Peter never did find out why), and this night he sounded especially frustrated and very angered by his son’s actions and ways. Why couldn’t Peter be like the other boys? Why did he still think girls possessed cooties? Why was he still playing make believe and talking to his imaginary friends, who were much preferred over his real ones? Where was the successful boy that everyone else saw when he was younger?
What was wrong with their son?
Mrs. Williams, of course, put up a very weak defense for her son, which was eventually destroyed by her husband. It didn’t take much for Mrs. Williams to back down to her husband these days, and this was no different.
Upset by his father’s disappointment and the feeling of failure, Peter didn’t sleep too well that night. As a matter of fact, this night was the defining night of his life in the sense that Peter completely turned himself against the grown up world. He didn’t want to be just another working class man with a house and a wife and kids; he was going to be different.
And after another two and a half years of living under his parents’ roof, Peter turned 18. And Peter dropped out of high school, and Peter moved out.
So much for promising and bringing pride to the family name.
Peter packed his belongings and took off for New York City, something bigger and better. Upon arrival, he immediately fell in love with the city, however he wasn’t very planned out on how he was going to go about living. He managed to get a job at a grocery store (which he eventually lost due to eating the food and being a bit too care free with the breakable products), which managed to pay rent for a little run down apartment. This was how Peter lived for the first six months, until he met Bella. Of course, he doesn’t exactly remember how he met her, all Peter knows is that he did, and they hit it off immediately. Their friendship truly said something, considering Peter still believed that girls had cooties, but yet she was different; one of the boys. After she had heard of his moving place to place and from job to job, Bella took Peter in. She lived in a quaint little apartment complex; however it was larger than the ones he had been renting out. Peter quickly made himself at home, forming friendships with the other roommates there: [LOST BOYS’ NAMES HERE]. Due to his personality, Peter quickly assumed head of the boys (save Bella), and they all get along surprisingly well.
Living in the city, Peter’s learned some tricks of the trade, though this doesn’t mean that he’d give up his ‘adventures’ to play anything safe. He’s recently replaced Bella with Lucy, helping to bring her stories to life as they wander through the city together, playing against the rules and causing a bit too much trouble for their own good. Peter thoroughly enjoys spending his time with Lucy, and it’s not uncommon to find the two of them together during every free waking moment of the day. One of the most important priorities to Peter is keeping Lucy happy, and it shows through the excitable manners he does things in for her. He doesn’t quite understand everything she does (she is a girl, after all), and Peter definitely doesn’t understand that very weird feeling she gives him. He’s not entirely sure what love is at all, seeing as he’s always thought of it as an act of kindness towards him and nothing more. So sure, everyone loves him, but no one gives him that fuzzy feeling like Lucy does.
And though he can get on her nerves like no other with his silly antics, Peter does care about her quite a bit. He just doesn’t always know how to show it; take the time when they were walking down the beach: Peter found it perfectly funny when those girls kept splashing Lucy, and though she was getting frustrated with them for ruining her clothes (considering they had left their bathing suits at home), Peter couldn’t help but laugh. It was funny, wasn’t it? Though he’s all for the fun and games and might sometimes (more like a lot of the time) cross the line, Peter would do close to anything for Lucy. He can’t always help his need to go with the majority in some situations, though.
It’s been almost two years since Peter left home and came to the Big Apple, and he’s pretty positive he’s made the right decision in not looking back. Eager to find the big ‘adventure’ in life, Peter’s focused on doing everything he can to have a little bit of fun.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Best Memory:
Probably his first time on a plane, when he took a vacation with his parents down to Florida. Peter was eight, and his parents had an extremely hard time pulling him off the plane, as Peter fell in love with the idea of flying and the plane and being above the clouds and above the rest of the world and just being up in the air in general. He was flying, he had wings, and that was enough of a vacation for him. He actually wouldn’t get off the plane until the pilot came around and promised to take him into the cockpit if and only if he promised to get off the plane with his mommy and daddy without getting upset. Mr. and Mrs. Williams couldn’t have been more grateful that day that their plane was the last flight of the night.
Worst Memory:
Peter’s worst memory was probably the night described in his history. He had always hated growing up with so many expectations and rules; the pressure of becoming somebody to remember and somebody important was a heavy burden on him. And though Peter seems like he doesn’t care about anything and is a complete child, the keyword here is seems. Peter does in fact have actual feelings, and he is smart, and if he had taken school seriously he probably would be a pilot. He probably could have made a name for the family and been a very successful individual. And though it may seem like nothing can hurt Peter, he’s not invincible. He just hides his feelings under everything, especially since the night he heard his father finally voice his frustrations.
Top 3 life-changing moments:
- Finding out that he couldn’t actually fly: After their vacation to Florida was over, Peter was so lost in the idea of flight he actually came home and climbed the tree in their backyard. Further inspired by the birds flying away once he had discovered their home, Peter jumped…and broke his arm and collarbone. It took a very serious and very in-depth conversation from his parents to explain why he couldn’t fly and why he didn’t have wings like birds and airplanes. This was probably the only serious conversation Peter ever had in his life – the only one he ever took seriously, anyway.
- Moving to NYC: Peter found his independence, himself, and his one true love: the city. He was on his own and there was no other way he’d rather have it. He was with Bella and [LOST BOYS NAMES, he was having a good time, and he was happy. There was finally no one else to be disappointed in him for being exactly who he was, and Peter couldn’t ask for more. And then, of course, there was this one girl, Lucy. She could tell a story, and in a way, reminded Peter of his mother. Maybe that’s why he tolerated her and her talkative mouth, because she told him stories and reminded him of his mother. Overall, Lucy was…nice, but Peter wasn’t one for emotions. And besides, they weren’t really close yet, although Lucy was the only girl besides Bella he’d taken with him on his ‘adventures’, and she was also one of the very few who tolerated his personality and hyperactivity.
- Working at the airport: Working at the airport is probably one of the most important things to Peter. Being close to the aircrafts he so dearly loves, Peter often becomes sidetracked by the planes taking off outside the window located behind the luggage checking desk he works at. He’s extremely fascinated by the gracefulness of the planes and how they fly, so much that he doesn’t even eat lunch on his lunch break, sacrificing food his thin frame probably needs instead marveling at the planes taking off. Aviation is one thing that Peter has the attention span for, and the idea of flight sparks not only his excitement, but also his imagination.
Family relationships:
Mr. Williams (Father) – Peter looked up to him when he was younger, however, as he grew older, Peter slowly lost his respect for the man due to the fact that he became so disappointed in who Peter wanted to be. It was probably his father that helped finalize Peter’s strong dislike for grown ups; Mr. Williams proved to Peter that all grown ups are the same. The only difference is that they’ve all got different names. Peter hasn’t talked to his father since he left home, nor does he plan on reconnecting with him any time soon.
Mrs. Williams (Mother) – Peter hasn’t lost all of his respect for his mother, but what remains is just there for the sole purpose that she is his mother, and all sons carry some sort of respect for their mothers, no matter the circumstance. Mrs. Williams was also the one who secured Peter’s foundation in adventure and stories, and though he can’t tell much of a story (besides the homework stories, of course), Peter’s always taken a delight in listening to them, and it was his mother who nourished him in that department. Despite this, Peter does not retain any communication with his mother, and he doesn’t plan on opening that line back up with her, either.
Eight pencils.
Eight, of course, was a nice number. It wasn't odd, and that was always a plus. But it wasn't a round number, either, and Shiloh couldn't tolerate it when numbers weren't...round. Not even a number like five would work; five was right in the middle, and that did him no good at all. He needed a number like ten. He either needed ten pencils or he wasn't buying any pencils at all. But how was he supposed to get ten pencils out of a pack of eight?
He couldn't. And he wouldn't take another package and buy those, either. Sixteen pencils was worse than eight. He would need four to get to a round number instead of just two. Sinking his teeth into his lower lip, Shiloh tapped the pack of pencils against his leg. So what was he going to do? Well, he could always just buy pencils until he reached a round number. Eight times five was forty, and that number was round, right? Letting the thought sit in his mind, Shiloh wrinkled his nose in protest. Forty? Forty might've been a round number, but who the hell liked the number forty? Especially when it came to age, it was the one age everyone dreaded. The age that finally meant you were 'old', or however adults considered it these days.
One thing was certain, and that was that Shiloh was not walking out of the store with forty pencils.
Forty was worse than eight, and it was definitely worse than sixteen.
What was the next round number up from that? Eighty. Eighty was a good number, right? After all, whoever made it to eighty years old? Shiloh frowned at this thought, too. Lots of people made it to eighty. If he told people he bought exactly eighty pencils, they'd think he was against old people. Either that or he was mocking them, and Shiloh didn't want to mock any old people, not when two of his own grandparents had already passed that milestone.
And the next round number after that? ...One-hundred and twenty. Eight times fifteen is one-hundred and twenty. But fifteen wasn't a round number, and therefore fifteen was worse than eight, but not quite as bad as sixteen (and definitely not as bad as forty).
Eight times twenty, though, was one-hundred and sixty. And that was a perfectly round number. But it wasn't a perfect square root... Screw perfect square roots. Perfect square roots weren't important. What was important was that eight times a lovely, round number like twenty equaled one-hundred and sixty. And that was a round number as well.
Now all he needed was nineteen more packs of pencils.
Eyeing the rack, Shiloh carefully plucked off eleven more packages of pencils. As he was about to reach for a twelefth, his hand grazed the backboard. There were no more packages of pencils; apparently the rack had only been stocked with tweleve packages of pencils, including the pack Shiloh originally had. Whoever had decided to stock the shelf with tweleve packages of pencils was an idiot.
Who does that?
Eight times tweleve was ninety-six. And ninety-six was an ugly number. It was even, but then, so was eight. Eight times eleven was eighty-eight...which was double eights. Just as bad, if not worse (but still not as bad as forty, of course). Eight times ten, was eighty. That stupid number. He couldn't leave with eighty pencils. He didn't have anything against old people, did he?
But what was he supposed to do?
There were stupid tweleve packs of pencils on the rack, and that was it. He'd look like an idiot walking up to any store clerk and asking for eight more packs of pencils when he already had tweleve packs in his arms.
Holding those tweleve packs of pencils was becoming quite the task, as the plastic on the packages was kind of slippery...
At first it was one package that fell, skidding across the floor. Then two more. Then four. And sooner or later, all tweleve packages were on the floor of the store, spread out in the isle.
Shiloh began to walk away in frustration, down the isle in the opposite direction. If he couldn't have his one-hundred and sixty pencils, then he didn't want any pencils at all.
Of course, his frustration didn't last very long.
The pencils had to be back on the rack before Shiloh left. Because everything (or, most things) in his opinion had a place.
I Kelsey promise to abide by the rules of this site, and agree to tie my drama llama at the gate and be an active member of darling, it’s better.
[/size] [/blockquote][/blockquote]Name: Kelsey.
Age: lalala~
Role-playing experience: Around five years.
How you found us: Peter Pan came to my house, and we flew to the second star on the right, and straight on ‘till morning.
Favorite Disney Movie: Tie between Peter Pan and The Lion King.
