Post by Teague Edwards on Sept 5, 2012 19:18:11 GMT -6
Seaside High Character Application
Personal Details
Character Name: Teague Cooper Edwards
Nickname: Coop
Played By: Chace Crawford
PB Image Link: See Wiki Profile
Character Age: 18
Character Birthday: September 8, 1993
Character Grade: Senior
Place of Birth: Seaside, Cali
Character Clique: The Delinquents
Character Resources: Middle Class America
Character Personality: Teague is a textbook case of potential going to waste. His priorities seem to find the farthest point opposite of what would be most constructive to his long term well-being and park themselves firmly there. He's managed to squeak by all his life on charm and smooth talking. At the core of his being is a very angry young man who seems to simply embrace that which life has handed him. A decently charmed existence and the ability to understand just how easily manipulated those around him truly are. He's the king of passive resistance, of exalting the achievement of some bare minimum by the narrowest of margins as some heroic virtue. Imaginative, insightful, maybe even clever, he's far from lazy, and at the slightest provocation can be motivated to great effort in pursuit of fun which usually results in destruction of private property or the disappearance of a few locals. When it comes to himself though, he's far too content to take what life gives him, or take what it leaves laying around as long as nobody's watching.
Reputation: Two words, "Your Subjugation." Teague is no stranger to Seaside, but would rather carve his heart out with a spork than spend that much time among it's locals. He is, however, bound by circumstance to the area. He works at Delatine’s Garage (when he works), and can usually be found peddling illegal odds and inns out of the trunk of his car during school hours. Word on the street is that if you want something bad enough, Teague can get it for you...for the right price of course. From booze to fake IDs to get said booze, right on to concert tickets and more questionable substances. Don’t believe him? Ask your local law enforcement about his record.
Other: ADHD: Teague is, first off, the poster child for ADHD. He houses almost three times the energy of a normal person. He lacks the ability to productively channel this energy, and when he does he seldom does it in a way befitting himself. Normally it involves property damage or outright naughty acts of rebellion. To add to the problem should someone need to explain something to him, they have a very selective window of roughly 45 seconds to fit it into before his mind ventures elsewhere. And to make it even more complicated, he has a very hard time with this level of energy emotionally, and tends to fly off the handle fairly quickly over the smallest thing.
Illegal Hook-Up:Teague has the 'in' on various illegal industries and acts as a 'middleman' for some of these avenues of resources. It's no secret Teague is the man to go to for 'recreational means' or that he's nearly a professional at fake IDs.
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Life Details
Character Bio: The prevailing theory would be that I was simply hatched, if not for the existence of my parents and my obnoxious older sister Sophie. That said, I was born second to a mother and a father who both seemed perfectly happy in their marriage. This alone marked us as rather unique in this world of same sex marriages and multiple divorced homes. We lived in a nice house on a nice street. We had a dog, a cat and a fish, and I can say without hesitation that my life was completelytotallyinexplicably boring.
Beyond the mundane grind of a repetitive, average childhood, I have no traumatic stories to tell. No tells about heartbreak or hardships to share, and no stories of abuse to shed in a deep moment of self truth. Truth be told my parents were both of the working class, setting up comfortably on the rim of the upper middle class bracket.
My mother was a elementary music teacher of the most standard type. Driven, overbearing, and powerfully persuasive if she were crossed in the right manner. My father, the contractor, spent hours at a time pushing papers behind a desk nursing his creative muses. By the time I was 8 I already had one foot in the fire with the death if Wiggles, the hamster that was left to run wild in the house. One misplaced skateboard and one misplaced hamster, coupled with one very clumsy 8 year old boy resulted in both disaster and lethal injuries to the smaller, more fuzzy party. Of course I ran like <censored> when I felt the furry lump under my back. Sophie was devastated, and I was too far away to have been able to confess.
By the time 10 rolled around I had been hurled head first at the responsibility of a first job. A paper rout. 6 complaints, 5 mailboxes, 3 windows, 2 dogs, and 1 cat later they accepted this was not to be and moved on with their expectations. My video games were not as challenging as they would prefer, but at least it didn't cost them in both cash and embarrassment in the end. It gave me time to be a kid. To bother Sophie and her friends in a tree house I wasn't allowed to enter. This just made things worse, and gave me insinuative to sit outside and hurl rocks and particularly witty (for a 10 year old) insults at them. Mom didn't seem to mind. Dad was less than thrilled at my ever expanding vocabulary. TV was blamed. I was grounded. I found new pastimes to amuse myself with. Sophie was relieved of my presences for a week.
At 11 moms 'nest phase' hit in full swing for the first time. Her love for music is, I suppose on some maternal level, something to be passed on to ones offspring. Thank the gods she recognized in the first week that like math, I would never -ever- be a concert musician, and I was once again allowed back to my skateboard and video games. Sophie wasn't so lucky.
At 14 we moved to the city. To LA no doubt, which was in my sisters eyes one of the biggest tragedies of her life. For me, it was and wasn't an awesome idea. I would be ripped from my comfort zone, but the idea of a fresh start was, at least to me, a pretty awesome way to go. It'd be healthy for my parents and I, and healthy for Sophie who, in my humble opinion, was becoming a bit of a drama queen. We moved, we grew up, we grew out, and we found life outside a small town can be just as fun with much more potential for disaster.
By 15 I had my first run in with cops. Mind you, it wasn't my party and it most defiantly wasn't my pot, but one arrest report, phone call to my parents, and court trial later I was not exactly the shining prodigy son that I was perhaps expected to be. I wasn't even the completely normal teenage boy that was expected of me. For a year I would live under the scrutinizing eye of my mother, and bear with the head shaking disapproval of my father. Thankfully a therapist convinced them that I was ADHD and that it was in fact not my fault. I can't say that I don't agree with him. To disagree would be admitting I was wrong, and I was -16- before I ever smoked pot thanks.
Finally at 16, with our supposed 'better life' in shambles of the world it was meant to be, mom and dad expressed their disinterest with LA and moved the family back to Seaside.
Once we were settled in our new home in our old town, I found a nice part time job at a local shop where I learned mechanics. At least, I pretended to. It was a challenge, and it was one that for once I embraced and ran head first to perfect. As the summer ended and with my earnings in tow I began the long process of begging my parents (loudly) that I be A) allowed to finally take my driver's test, B) that I -was- mature and responsible enough to pay attention behind the wheel, and C) that I should be allowed to own a car. For the first time Dad -did- have to come to my aid, but I eventually convinced the queen bee and took my test...three times. The third time I passed by 1.34 points. I got my car. And I got 5 speeding tickets before the first year was up. I also learned that my delinquent skills were better put to use with a car. I began my own personal little ‘business’, which kept me busy, helped me make contacts in the Fens, and allowed me a bit of leeway in the financial areas of my life.
Now 17 life is..about the same. I continue to disrupt sweet suburbia life. Sophie continues to explore avenues of life I try my best to not be involved with, and mom continues to rule the house with an iron first (which these days is thankfully not directed in my direction). I've even learned bouts of self-control. I attend public school with Sophie and we remain abstract from one anothers lives. I don't date, while she does. And for the first time things seem calm and smooth.
Character Family: See Wiki Profile
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School Details
Class Schedule:
Period 1: US History
Period 2: British and World Literature
Period 3: Free Period
Period 4: Chemistry
Lunch Break
Period 5: Foreign Language: Spanish
Period 6: Algebra II
Period 7: Free Period
Period 8: Health and Physical Education
Club Memberships: None
Sport Teams: None
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Plot Info:
Your Character on Friends:
Teague’s friendship can often times be somewhat two sided. For a boy notorious for his lack of standards, friends can often find themselves dealing with suspicious and paranoid behavior as well as suspect a few secrets are being kept. That’s merely Teague’s way and those closest to him learn to see that his nature is a complicated and fascinating thing (if not equally irritating). Still, he is a steadfast friend to those that earn his trust and a formidable enemy to those that betray it.
Your Character on Love:
Teague is, upon definition, a flirt. It’s in his blood. It’s his most blatant personality factor, and above all else he enjoys it immensely. That doesn’t mean that he is incapable of long term dedication to one special lass, it just means that the one special lass has a long road of trust to build up and a very fleeting attention span to entertain.
(I’m not interested in forming a present long term relationship without supporting RP. Past relationships and hookups are fine, as are present hookups.)
Your Character on Enemies:
As stated above in ‘Friends’ Teague is not someone that many people care to find themselves on the bad side of. He’s hateful, immoral, and not above resorting to more primitive means of confrontation if that’s what it takes to get the situation dealt with. He prefers, of course, the more sociable way out. That doesn’t mean that he’s above cornering someone in a parking lot however. Full contact debating can be therapeutic to some, after all.