Post by Emmanuel Parsons on Apr 29, 2013 4:57:29 GMT
Emmanuel Arthur Parsons
Hey, my name is... Emmanuel Arthur Parsons
But most call me... Em, Emmy, Manny, Mr. Parsons
If you want to, you can label me... homosexual
I've been on this earth for... 54 years
Which means I was born... March 8, 1958
I'm a... local
And only a... first grade teacher
I have power over...water
My eyes are... green
And my hair is... brown
One could say... my ancestors couldn't resist the siren's calls, as they say. Alright, yeah, so I'm a good looking guy. I keep in shape (hauling rugrats around is hard work). I've got a bit of a limp, but it doesn't bother me too much, and a scar on my right thigh from a nasty curse that hit me during the war. I've also got an idiotic tribal-looking tattoo on my bicep I got after Dante got me drunk and bet me I wouldn't.
I'm normally seen wearing... well, when I'm at school, I have to go with the whole shirt and tie thing, which is stupid because I end up with paste or crayon on my clothes half the time. At home, I'm more relaxed - blue jeans, t-shirts, whatever's lying around my closet. Or Dante's closet if it'll fit me, but don't go telling him that.
And I supposedly look like... Jensen Ackles
All round, I'm... not your average queer. Dante says I never got the brochure, but he's an ass. I've got a reputation for being a tough guy, and I'm not into squishy lovey-dovey feelings crap. Things are what they are, and that's how it goes. Life's too short, and you've gotta make something good of it, you know? I sometimes think I get along with kids better than I do with grown-ups. Things are simple with them. Recess is fun, celery is only good with peanut butter, freaking everyone has cooties, and no matter how many times you try it and it's disgusting, you always wonder if maybe this time the blue play-dough will taste like blueberries. In any case, I try to keep things light. I'm loyal, I'm totally a mama's boy, and I'm not afraid to get close to people.
I'm in love with... horsing around, trucks, beer, screwing with my dork brother's head, sitting around my house in my birthday suit, not acting my age, kids
Though I detest... talking about feelings, new age music, hiking - I mean seriously just call it a freaking walk, wearing pants when it's not absolutely necessary, listening to Dante's nerd shit
But my best assets are... I'm awesome with kids and I'm awesome at having fun. Also I'm a pretty good mechanic, too.
However my worst... acknowledging my issues, taking things seriously, being a grown-up
And I dream of... I dunno, man. Settle down, get married, have a crap-ton of little Emmanuels, own at least five fully modified full-size trucks
My life story... Alright, so let's get down to it then. I was born in Cork, Ireland to some pretty decent folks, an earth faerie and a water faerie. Got them all to myself until I was nine, and then they brought home Dante who didn't say practically anything for a good six months after he showed up, and freaking bit if you did something he didn't like. I once ended up with bite marks for two weeks, rabid little freak. He's a borea, but his family gave him the boot for being the wrong kind when he was six. I guess their kind is a bit messed up. Anyway, we took the little brat in, and he ended up being sort of cool in the end.
When I was 13, dad bit it in the war - never did find out what happened to him exactly. To be honest, I'm not sure I want to know. I stuck around longer than most of my friends to help take care of Dante. A lot of my mates died their first years in the lines, so I guess he might have saved my life. When he was 16 and I was 20, we headed into the thick of it together, fought shoulder-to-shoulder for a good decade.
So then things got a little messy, like they do. We were fighting some sorcerers in Scotland and I got hit in the leg with a curse. I don't know exactly what it was, but I'd never been in so much pain in my life. It felt like it burned right down to the bone and shot down to my toes and up to my chest. It left a nasty mark, too. I spent six months bedridden in Cork with my mum and her other water faerie friends working on healing me. I was in a wheelchair nearly three years, and just about went crazy trying to keep up with Dante and the battles he was in. I couldn't stand my little brother being out there on his own while I was home crippled and watching mum knit tea cozies for teapots she didn't even own. He made it back to visit sometimes, but not often enough.
Eventually, I got back on my feet. It took a while until my leg was back to something like what it used to be, but it's practically regular these days, just a bit of a limp. While I was healing, I went back to school to keep myself busy, and somehow ended up in early childhood education. I taught in Cork for a few years, but after the war, everyone started moving to Northvale, my idiot brother included.
Anyway, I've got a new job teaching runts in town, and I'm living with the giant nerd himself. Mum still makes us call her at least twice a week or she gets crazy.
I was born to... Arthur and Patricia Parsons
And also live with... Dante, but he's totally adopted, so don't think I'm a dork or something
Not to mention... Hamster, the class hamster - hey, six-year-olds aren't that creative, okay? He's fat, 'cause they feed him too damn much. He looks like this:
My ooc name is... Joohlia[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... for a little while now
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
