Post by benjamin gareth harrington on May 27, 2013 21:55:38 GMT
benjamin gareth harrington
Hey, my name is... Benjamin Gareth Harrington
But most call me... Ben. Benny. Benny-Boo. The possibilities are endless.
If you want to, you can label me... heterosexual
I've been on this earth for... 18 years
Which means I was born... 19th February 1995
I'm a... student
And only a... fifth year.
I have power over... light.
My eyes are... blue.
And my hair is... dirty blond.
One could say... that I'm scrawny as hell, really. I haven't got a lot on me, and I'm unfortunately proportioned, but I have decided not to care. I have blue eyes, and long-ish, constantly messy hair. It's not really long, per se, but it's still longer than the average guy's, I suppose. I don't have any tattoos, as 1) I'm not stupid enough for that and 2) Up until now, I've been underage.
I'm normally seen wearing... jeans and a tshirt. If not that, then my pajamas. I'm just a bit lazy in that respect.
And I supposedly look like...charlieissocoollikeCharlie McDonnell.
All round, I'm... everything that is typical of a light borea to be, I suppose. Happy, bubbly and a trifle eccentric. I hate sitting still for long periods of time; it's just something I can't do. I'm not overly hyperactive or outgoing, but I am what some people might call a bit "weird", which has obviously happened before. Everything about me is some kind of continuity as well, I guess. Is that a bad thing? I was never led to believe that it was.
Being what I am, it's hardly surprising that I love the outdoors, where most of the natural light is. Because of that, I also love nature, and I love taking pictures of some of the pretty scenes that you can see outside. Not that I'm a photographer or anything - on the contrary, I'm anything but. I always have flash on when I don't need it, a finger over the lens, blur everywhere or whatever. I can't take photos to save my life, although I do it anyway. I have a scrapbook, composed of the awful photos that I've taken whilst outside.
I'm okay talking to people, but I can be a bit of an awkward guy at times. I'm one of those people that still does daft things like thanking someone when I hold a door open for them and tripping over my own feet. I can be pretty flighty and unfocused from time to time, making me less socially advanced than some of the people around me. Which is a bit stupid, but there we go. There honestly isn't much I can do about that. I guess I'm fine with it really. It just keeps me away from people that might hurt me or do me wrong, I think.
I have a few hobbies, like music and crying over Doctor Who or Sherlock or whatever the show of the moment is, but I think that my biggest hobby is internetting and video making. And I know I said I'm awful with a camera - my sister films them for me. Or whoever's willing to do so. But mostly my sister. Because she is amazing. (And because I do her homework but shhh. She loves me, m'kay?)
I've been told that I lack the ability to get angry, which is good on some ways, because I don't offend people. But that's not true; just because I've never been seen angry, doesn't mean I don't get that way. I can easily switch from being happy, kind and polite to being a person that doesn't resemble me in the slightest. I just need the right triggers, which are, admittedly, few and far between. I'm a fairly laid back person about that kind of thing - so what?
For the most part, I'm just a cheerful, perky "ray of sunshine" (heh. Because I'm a light borea. Geddit?) who is a bit weird and likes to sit behind a computer a lot. Mostly outside, though. So yeah! Let's be friends!
I'm in love with... sunlight, being outside, warmth, the internet, sleeping, tea, making others happy and being what I am.
Though I detest... spiders, the dark, small spaces, women (I don't understand them, so they're terrifying), bad weather, being cold, water and my slight social disadvantages.
But my best assets are... I can be quite funny. Oh, and I'm most definitely a nice person.
However my worst... I'm deathly afraid of the dark. And I can be a bit of an awkward person, although I love talking to others.
And I dream of... everything staying the same as it is now.
My life story... is nothing worthy of the history books, nothing really worth anyone's time. My first memory is my mum sitting in the back garden with me when I was about three, showing me how to do cat's cradle. I found it complicated and frustrating - but I got there in the end. I was very proud of myself, as my mother was of me. I still carry around a piece of string for that purpose. Just for when I need to calm myself down.
Sadly, that's the only memory I have of my mum, as she died whilst giving birth to my little sister, Bryony. At the time, my mum's death hit me hard. It hit my dad hard, too. I don't know about him, but whilst we cared for Bryony, I secretly despised her for killing our mother.
I discovered my powers at age 5, when I held my hands out to protect me from something - I can't remember what it was. I remember that there was a bit of whining from the creature, so I think it'd been a dog. Anyway, I held my hands in front of my face and braced myself. And... well, nothing had come. I opened my eyes to have to immediately close them again. Because, coming from the palms of my hands, were blinding beams of light.
I didn't understand what had happened to me, but I knew I liked it. I played with my powers a lot, sometimes until I was unable to do so anymore because of exhaustion. Because of all the time I spent practising, I honed the ability to do some other cool stuff, like one time, I found myself becoming translucent, nearly invisible! I liked that. A lot.
When I turned 8, I don't know... I stopped hating Bryony. At the time, it was because she had developed the same powers as I had, but now, I realise that what happened to mum wasn't Bryony's fault.
And then, we grew up. I eventually realised that I wasn't supposed to just love Bryony (or not hate her, at the least), I was meant to look after her. I didn't want her getting hurt. In my eyes, she was a fragile little butterfly, so easily broken, so easily taken advantage of. So, no, that wasn't happening. It wasn't as if I was the most intimidating of people, so overprotective-older-brother wouldn't really work out. But I still felt like I needed to watch out for her in some way, so I asked dad if he could send us both here, to Northvale Academy, where I could keep a close eye on her. He agreed, and so here we are.
That's it, I think! So, hi!
I was born to... Alan and Hestia Harrington
And also live with Bryony Harrington
My ooc name is... Chloe[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... almost a year
The Secret Word is... Halloween
