Post by improv on Jul 19, 2012 12:42:37 GMT -8
Jaymison-Nathaniel -- Henery -- Lockhert !
BASICS...
Face Claim: Max Irons
Full Name: Jaymison-Nathaniel Henery Lockhert
Nicknames: Henery
Hair Colour: Brown with blonde highlights
Eye Colour: Changes from brown to hazel-blue
Height: 6'1
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Occupation: Highschool Student- Sophmore
Team: Fidens
Goal for HA: Henery is an non-compassionate rider. He enjoys riding horses, but lacks and has no intention of seeking an emotional connection with them. In addition to horses, he is also emotionally withdrawn from people and does not seek deep or meaningful relationships or friendships. His current goals consist of competitive riding, applying to college to major in business, and getting out of high school. He also hopes to have many acqaintences, to keep up the appearance of being open and friendly to mask his cold and uncaring center.
Five Likes:
- Being Alone.
- Hair Gel
- Cleanliness
- Cars
- Money
Five Dislikes:
- Germs
- Emotions
- Standoffish Girls
- PDA
- Cheap Things
HOME LIFE...
Parents: His father owns several businesses and has made the family very wealthy. He is constantly pressuring Henery to be prepared to take over the company after graduating college. Is also emotionally withdrawn, and turns an oblivious eye to Henery's troubles. Viola, his step-mother, is mentally abusive to her step-son and very self-centered. Plays favoritism to her biological daughters, except for the daughter of her ex-finance.
Siblings: Kindle Leazion (step-sister) Emilia & Victoria Lockhert (half-sisters)
Other: Is originally from Maryland. Attended boarding school in Bedford, England for most of his childhood before transferring to his current high school. He has a British accent from his years spent in the UK, though it is not always noticeable when he speaks. He is mainly a narcissist. He is very obsessed with himself and how he looks. He is highly intelligent, very calculating, and withdrawn in the emotional department. He can be very dazzling and charming when he tries, though he usually has unkind thoughts on the inside. For certain people he can be less guarded, and show his kinder and softer side. He is mildly OCD, and prefers routine and order in his life. He likes to plan his day down to the last minute and follow a strict schedule. He prefers to stay away from dirty tasks, avoiding those in need, and paying people to do his more unpleasant deeds for him.
Riding History: When he was around eight he begin riding a neighbor's horse. He then started taking professional lessons at a local stable. He has tried a variety of competitive sports, but prefers show jumping, and mostly despises Western disciplines.
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ABOUT YOU...
Age: Ranges from 15-30 depending on my Emotional Intelligence for the day.
Years RPing: About 5ish.
RL Horse Experience: I have three very rotten, wonderful, hilarious, beautiful horses. I will share pictures often so be warned. They are two two-year olds (A Draft cross, and Paint cross), and one one-year old (an Arabian cross).
Example Post: This post is from another site I was on previously, hope that's okay. Excuse the typos I'm sure I made. :D
A quiet engine faded off, and bright headlights blacked out. The blowing heat ceased and the car grew silent. Henery Lockhert shifted his twenty-two year old body toward the girl he had brought home with him, of the same age. Leah Sanford, the most beautiful creature Henery claimed to have ever set eyes on, lay heavily against the passenger seat. Her eyes were closed, only fluttering a bit whenever the boy spoke to her. Her breathing was deep and heavy, an indicator to him that the girl was suffering an immense amount of pain. "We are home." A whisper in her ear as he stretched across the seat to press his lips to it. He withdrew from her and stuck his door key at the ready in his hand, before exciting the automobile. He moved quickly, the wet pavement making a crackling noise beneath his boots. Moving past the passenger side door, he opened the backdoor to let Mowgli bound out. He then closed it quietly once the dog had cleared away, trying not to disturb Leah. Shifting his body he pulled her door open next and squeezed into the opening.
One hand moved down to unbuckle her seat belt and the other grabbed the clip to ease it off her body. "You readySTAFF POSITIONS" The young man questioned before hooking one arm below her knees and wedging the other behind her back. He lifted her up gingerly and cradled her into his arms. With his foot his kicked the car door closed behind him and carried the girl up the few flights of stairs to his apartment. Being cautious on the steps he moved at a sluggish place, placing each foot solidly before ascending to the next step. The last thing he would do was take any chances of falling and dropping the precious package he held in his arms. Having gotten the key prepared, he had little trouble unlocking his front door while keeping a grip on the bronze-haired goddess. Once inside, with Mowgli following in behind, he closed the door and juggled Leah a bit in his attempt to lock it. The apartment was deafly quiet, Kindle having been long gone for her shift at Joe's. It was also extremely dark, the sometimes ditzy blonde having forgotten to turn on their safety lights before she left. Henery had them installed, so that neither of them would go tripping around in a dark house. They were quite simply several very low-watt bulbs located near to the floor in several places around the apartment. With his hand fumbling along the wall he finally located the panel of light switches and turned on the aforementioned lights as well as the switch for the floor lamp. A nice warm glow bathed the apartment and illuminated his path to his bedroom.
His door was firmly shut and Henery lowered his hand from Leah's back to grasped the knob and push it open. With his blue blinds shut tight, there was no lighting at all inside his room, only the little bit of glow spilling in from the hallway behind him. Using that small streak of light he guided his feet over to his bed and lowered Leah onto it. Sitting her bottom near the middle of the bed he put his hands behind her back and torpidly reclined her back onto the pillows. Leaving her to rest on top of his bed, he moved from the bedroom to the adjoining bathroom. Throwing the door open he flicked on the light-switch which filled both rooms with light. Stepping over the bathroom rug he maneuvered over to the shower and drew back the curtain. Leaning past the basin of the tub he fiddled with the shower handle, causing a stream of water to shoot from the shower head. He replaced the curtain and exited the bathroom, giving the water time to heat up. He left he door open as the light helped him to better see Leah which was necessary if he was going to be the one to assess her injuries.
"Leah, sweetheart. Can I have a look nowSTAFF POSITIONS" His thickly accented voice said softly against her cheek as his lips came to press against her nearly unconscious body. Henery's arms pried their way under the girl's back and he returned her to a sitting position. Once she was sitting up on her own, he dropped his hands from her back. His fingers trailed down her sides toward her hips. Grabbing the hem of her shirt his hands hesitated for a moment. Then he looked up at her silently asking her to raise her arms up, and then he pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it to the side. Taking her left hand in both his hands, he straightened her arm and let his eyes trail across it checking for any scrapes, or bruises, or deep gashed. The left arm was clean, but the right one had a crusty patch of blood on it and a little bit of bruising. Letting her arms go back down to her side he placed his hands near her rib cage and leaned her back a few inches. His eyes examined her stomach, looking for signs of bruising or anything that may indicate internal bleeding. Everything looked normal aside from a bit of skin rubbed raw in the middle of her abdomen. His gaze glazed over her bra, his concern for her having pushed out any usual interest he generally took at the sight of her breasts. Instead he focused on check her chest, noting the small cut on her neck, and studying the light bruising on both of her shoulders. Henery rested with his knees against the floor, as he observed her. Shuffling them across the carpet, he rotated himself to her back to continue his check-up. There was blood running from a wound near her upper spine and raw area with a bit of debris stuck near her lower back.
When he had finished checking her upper body, he placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned her back against the bed again. Unlacing her boots he tugged them off and removed her socks as well. "Will you take some pain reliever for meSTAFF POSITIONS" He pleaded, as his hands came up to undo the button and zipper on her jeans. He shimmed them from her legs and let them fall into a heap on the floor. Collecting her foot in one hand he checked her leg the same way he had her arms. Both knees were bruised and scuffed, and there was a cut along her thigh. Letting go of her foot he picked up her jeans and found the spot of blood that had pooled along one part of them from the wound on her thigh. "Oh my Leah…" He gasped, leaning over her to put his lips against hers in the most gentle and mournful of kisses. Erecting his back he left the room momentarily and returned with a bottle of Motrin and a glass of water. Picking her up once more he helped her to swallow the pain reliever and water and then he set them to the side. Lifting his hand to her mouth he wiped the water from her lips and kissed them.
Removing his jacket, over-shirt, and boots, he was left in a simple white short sleeved t-shirt and jeans. Gathering Leah up, he carried her into the bathroom where her shower was waiting. He sat her down on the rim of the tub. His hands circled around her, his eyes on hers, and located her bra clasp. Undoing it, he let the bra fall from her shoulders and then he tossed it to the floor. Not once did his eyes venture to her now fully exposed breasts. Standing her up he let his fingers trailed into the waist band of her panties. Lowering his body, he slid the underwear down her long legs and stopped at her feet. Lifting each leg up he was able to get her underwear off and placed them to the side. Henery shoved the shower curtain back and picked up his naked heart-stealer, and stood her inside the shower. He then entered, still clothed, and positioned himself behind her. Turning her toward the shower head, to avoid his eyes ever glancing at her nudity, he started to brush her hair as the water begin to wet it. The girl he loved, the girl he adored, the girl he lusted for was standing entirely naked in his shower. Yet, nothing aroused him, nothing made him want to see her like a woman. Instead, he viewed her as a child. She was injured and nothing about that was attractive, instead his heart ached for her. He wanted to protect her, to make her pain ebb away. He tried to focus on washing her hair, which was soiled with earth from her fall. But, eventually he gave into his feelings. His arms wrapped around her bare waist, his head laid against her slick back. "I am so sorry." He apologized, each word said slow and clear. The water dripped down his face, mingled with the tears he openly sobbed, and made their way onto her nude skin. For the second time, he was bawling openly before the girl.
Henery's hard abdomen pressed against Leah's soft skin and he relished the warmth that rose from her. It not only warmed his skin, but his very soul. His arms tightened around her waist and he leaned his face to the side, letting his cheek touch against her back. "Will you stay with me tonightSTAFF POSITIONS" The Brit questioned her, unwillingly to let her go regardless of what her answer might be. Knowing he needed to tend to her and not his own cracking heart, he released his hold and begin to tend to Leah's battered body. He warmed the soap in his hands and then begin to rub it into her wounds, cleaning them and removing the dirt and that was lodged in them. He was extremely careful when he cleaned the wound on her thigh, not venturing eye nor finger toward her private areas. Not a thing in the world could turn him on at that moment. Not a thing in the world could overcome his feelings of guilt and suffering, for the person he loved more then anything was not okay. And if Leah was not alright, then Henery was not alright. It was a simple fact, Henery's happiness was Leah's happiness. One could not exist without the other. When Henery finally finished tending to all of Leah's injuries he raised himself from the shower floor and returned to his hold on her. His lips kissed her back and shoulders and then he withdrew from her to wash her hair. Fingers stretching to her face he gathered all the strands of her hair and proceeded to shampoo them. Grasping her upper arms he turned her to face him and let the soap concoction rinse from her hair. Hand raising to the top of her head he stroked her locks back as he let the water slick over them.
His hand then gripped her chin and he stared at her face, his lips fighting to smile beneath a gnawing feeling of concern. "Leah…" He coaxed her to look at him, to give him the slightest hint that she was okay. That was all that Henery needed. To know that Leah was okay, and that she was still with him. Just as words could not explain his love for her, they could not express how sorry he was that they had fought. Never could he undo the guilt that lodged itself in his heart when his eyes gazed over the body that his thoughtlessness had caused to get injured. The body that contained the very soul for which he thirsted, and would never be able to give up. In the morning, when she woke up to a more rational mind she would probably remember she despised him. For now, he hoped she would allow him just this one night. The water sprayed down warmly on them, his soaked t-shirt clinging to his body. His arms trembled, his fingers shivering against her skin. He needed her desperately, as the thought of her leaving him made him grow ill. The string reattached, by only a thin thread, his life-line to her. "Please don't leave me." He suddenly blurted, unable to stand it any longer. His body shook and his stomach ached, his tears flooding down his face once again. The independent, uncaring, and cruel Henery Lockhert became and desperate and needy man before her. Leah Sanford was everything he could ask for, and even if he had to grovel for her forgiveness, he would not let her go.
