THE WHO
PEACEFUL. INTELLIGENT. INDECISIVE.Charles Peter Keaton
AGE.22
BIRTHDAY.September 10th, 1986
OCCUPATION. College drop out, struggling artist
BIRTH PLACE.Chicago, Illinois, USA
NATIONALITY.English
ORIENTATION.Straight
PREMADE TITLE.The Hippy
PLAYBY.Andrew Vanwyngarden
THE WHAT
PEACEFUL.Growing up, Charles was in a very chaotic house. He had two fighting parents, a rebellious younger brother who caused nothing but trouble, a drugged up older sister, and a dying grandmother who lived in his house. Along with the chaos, there was often violence in the household. But with everyone paying no mind to him, Charles usually found sanctuary in the small things of life. He liked small walks around the neighborhood, the ringing in his ears after listening to loud music extremely loud, and of course the funny graffiti on phone booths. Charles made it out to be everything that his family wasn’t, peaceful and reasonable. He made his life out to be someone who didn’t want to even think about harming anyone, to be someone who only loved and didn’t hate, and to be a person who could help anyone out. So throughout his whole life he has tried to understand the ways of humankind and how to avoid any form of conflict, confrontation, and violence. This is probably the main reason why Charles had very few friends.
INTELLIGENT. Literature and art were his forte in school, but he understood more than what most people would know. He wasn’t a math whiz in high school, nor was he a big science buff. He wrote, read, drew, painted, and sculpted all throughout high school and parts of college. Because his main focus in high school was English class, he developed a very expanded vocabulary along with the right knowledge of grammar, word placement, and anything else you would learn in English. Between his Junior year and Senior year in high school, he took a fair amount of writing and art classes. But without having to read the text books at school, he often went to the library and reached college level of reading by the time he was in eighth grade. With the information he can retain in class, in books, and in life, Charles developed a very well mannered intellect. A lot of people would call him smart or bright, but he just really had a good memory for things and had a thought process much more mature than those around him. His maturity is probably the main reason why he created friends who were generally much more older than him.
INDECISIVE. Although he may seem like he knows everything, he really doesn’t. He actually has a much harder time making choices than most people. His decision to go to college took him about a year to finally decide to, then within the middle of his sophomore year in college, he decided that being in a college wasn’t what he wanted. But now he’s having second thoughts. As you can see, Charles is a very indecisive guy. Even the smallest of decisions fluster him sometimes. Chocolate or vanilla, Pikachu or Raichu, Star Wars or Lord of the Rings. He doesn’t know which to pick within 3 minutes. He usually takes a long time to decide on something and he always has to be sure that is what he wants. Because of his difficulty making decisions, he often followed his own “crowd” and did whatever they did. That’s how he started smoking pot. But for the most part, he was smart about other drugs.
LIKES. Playing music, Peace, Music, Reading, Writing, Films, Pot, Drawing, Painting, Photography
DISLIKES. Violence, Confrontation, Hatred, Ignorance, Lies, Manipulation of others, Being indecisive, Insomnia, Prejudice, Hardcore drugs
THE WHY
BEST MEMORY. The first time he had every tried pot was possibly the best memory he had ever had. One day during his freshman year of high school, he came home and there was nothing but anger and argument after argument in the house. Later on throughout the day there was more stress put upon him with his schoolwork slipping, his brother breaking his laptop, and his grandmother in the hospital, he had enough. After knocking politely on his sister’s door, he opened it to find her smoking a bowl-if none of you know, a bowl is pretty much a pipe for pot-and out of curiosity, he decided to ask her for try. Rumors about first-time pot-smokers say that you usually never get high the first time. This was a lie for Charles. The first three hits off of his sister’s bowl, he got high. He felt numb to agony, numb to stress. He was numb, and that feeling-or lack of-made him feel absolutely ecstatic with euphoria.
WORST MEMORY.The day he found his grandmother in a “Eternal Sleep” was the worst memory he could ever remember. At the age of 17, Charles came home to find that his father was out to a work meeting and his mother sitting on the couch watching TV. His older sister and younger brother were out and about doing whatever they were doing. He sat next to his mom and started talking to her. Of course, the conversation then lead on to the question, “When’s dinner?” After the asking of that question, his mother told him it was about done and to serve a bowl of beef stew to his grandmother. Like the obedient son he was, he followed her orders and made a bowl for his grandmother along with a nice glass of hot milk. With a tray in his hands and his feet shuffling down the hallway, he made it to his grandmother’s room and called out for her to see if she was awake. After four calls, he opened the door and walked into the room. Setting down the tray right next to the bed on an end table, he patted her. After four pats, he placed his head underneath her nose to check for breathing. She wasn’t breathing at all.
Charles was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois. He was a very lonesome child growing up. He often led himself to his room and played with toys and he often rode his bike around the block. But he wasn’t a loner for no reason at all, with his parents continuously arguing after his younger brother being born, a grandmother doomed to die, and non-existent siblings, he really had no choice but to be alone and to watch out for himself. Three years of complete peace and happiness reigned upon the Keaton household. Within those three years, Charles only remembers one memory from his infancy. Him in the crib and his parents gathering around him. Things were happy back then until his younger brother, Benjamin, was born. After Benjamin was born, all the Keaton’s money went down the drain and they had to file bankruptcy. This caused a lot of problems with his parents. His parents developed issues within their own relationship and their individual health. His father became a alcoholic and his mother became very familiar with the casino. Both habits were definitely not financially or socially helpful. These issues began to cause friction within the whole household. At the time of Benjamin’s new existence in the world, the new existence of being financially screwed, Charles’ older sister, Charlotte, was only four and at the age you just begged for attention. Due to the fact that his parents were too preoccupied with their arguments and trying to balance an attention whore and newborn, Charles often felt neglected and alone. By only three years old, Charles made choice to never be like his family.
By age 6, Charles was almost invisible to his family. Catherine and Benjamin had each other to keep each other company and his parents continued on with their infinite conflict. So with virtually no friends, he had all the time in the world to do schoolwork and take care of himself. With straight A’s all his life and his smart decisions, Charles was set out to be the prodigy of the Keaton clan. Until suddenly, with deprivation, his parents decided to plea for help for his grandmother, Hannah. Hannah was a very wealthy old woman who had taught professional ballet the majority of her life and she had enough money to pay off all of her daughter’s and son-in-law’s debts. After she was kind enough to do so, his grandfather died from a heart attack. Being worried and scared for her own mother, Charles’ mother had decided to move in with his grandmother in Lampton.
Life in England made life seem a bit lighter. His parents stopped arguing as often as they did, his father found a life being sober, and his mother preoccupied herself with teaching Ballet classes. Later But like any stress-inducing event, the death of Hannah left everyone devastated, especially his mother. After a few months of mourning, his mother had developed a strange addiction to alcohol and pain killers. His father was fed up with it and after Charlotte and Charles were well out of the house, they got divorced. With the help of his family, he really learned not to make such big deals about nothing. His sister was strung out on drugs, his brother was barely home, and his parents were in their own world, Charles made it to be nothing like the family. So he went off to college for about a year and a half. In the middle of visual arts class, he finally decided he didn’t want to go to college anymore.
THE HOW
RP SAMPLE.The cigarette smoke polluted the air and cleared his mind. He sat at his usual spot at dear old Upper Point Mayaguana. He actually brought a chair here a few months ago since he came here so often. His friends always thought that Shaun thought too much and needed to loosen up. Secretly, Shaun agreed. But he had thoughts all the time, he had ideas for drawings everyday, and he had poems stuck in the back of his mind every minute. What people never really saw was that Shaun was a very--no scratch that--extremely artsy person. Although anybody who met him would probably say that he was the toughest guy they had ever met, Shaun was an extreme art lover. He read a lot of books, probably been to the art museum on his own more than you can count on two hands, and has won more art and writing contests in school than anyone has. He had a lot of talent and didn’t really talk about it much. He had a lot of his paintings and drawings hanging around in his house and whatnot, but he never gloated about his work. He was more of the humble artist, no on really saw it though.
Ashes fell from his menthol cigarette to a empty soda can. Before Darlington, that soda can would’ve probably been a beer bottle. He struggled to draw anything with his pencil onto his sketchbook. He had this thought of drawing a sun or something to do with one, but he just couldn’t remember what he had thought of before he came up to Upper Point. It was like his brain just didn’t want to give. His frustration level was through the roof and he had to chain smoke. Luckily enough, he brought a carton of cigarettes with him when he came up. He had stopped by the market before heading up here. After the hopeless little butt was pushed into the can, he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and slid one from the tiny Camel box into his mouth. He reached for his favorite lighter in his pocket of his button up shirt. Couldn’t find it! He patted his whole body from torso down. Nothing! He knew he had it with him. How the hell did he light the first one?
The lighter that had just disappeared was a lighter he had bought as a fourteen old over in Sydney. He went to a gift-shop after surfing with his Aussie friends. It was a beautiful lighter. It was a bic, but instead of having some cheesy picture of Sydney pasted on it, the Led Zeppelin hermit was depicted on one side, and other the other was the band name. He thought it was one of the most beautiful things you could ever catch eyes on if you were as big a Led Zeppelin fan as Shaun. So he had to buy it while he was there. After buying that lighter, he used it almost every time he lit a cigarette. Four years straight he had been using it. It was of great sentiment to him.
After searching himself a second time, he looked all over the floor and around the chair. Nothing at all! He had seen a group of people run by, they could’ve kicked it somewhere down the trail. It scared him a bit when he pictured it somewhere far away from his spot. Then he thought of another smoker using it. That nearly brought him to tears. He just had to find it. He marched down the trail and left all of his belongings on the chair. His sketchbook and his pack of cigarettes. The cigarette he pulled out of the pack before discovering that his lighter had disappeared was behind his left ear. He had the most worried look on his face and felt as though he would faint. He had never, EVER, lost that lighter.
It was a bit far down the trail until he found some freshman punk trying to use it to start a joint. He immediately snatched it and made the scariest and meanest face to the kid. He the scared the little stoner out of the place and Shaun just merrily marched up the trail. As he walked, he lit his cigarette and started smoking it. He held his lighter tighter than tight and was just so happy he had found his most prized possession. But then he heard the rustling of flipping pages. The great Shaun Peters’ sketchbook was being looked at! He started to panic and ran up the trail with the cigarette still in his mouth. As he made it to his spot, he caught someone’s back and saw the pagers being flipped. He grabbed the cigarette out of his mouth and his face became sour. ”Oi! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Shaun yelled as he snatched the sketchbook from the strangers hand. ”This is private!” He added. He looked at the page that the stranger was looking at. It was a drawing of his girlfriend, Kaitlyn Wizdom that he had copied from a photo he had received from her one month. ”Sorry. You’re really good, y’know?” The stranger apologized. Shaun wasn’t flattered at all. Just worried.
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