Post by WILLIAM BEAUREGARD KING on May 17, 2011 13:08:38 GMT -5
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TWENTY-ONE. JUNIOR. SPIRIT. STEPHEN COLLETTI. PRINCE CHARMING [CINDERELLA].[/CENTER]
“But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for…”
NAME: William Beauregard King
NICKNAME: Beau
AGE: Twenty-one
DATE OF BIRTH: August 3
STATUS/INTERESTED IN: Single; women
EYES: Hazel
HAIR: Brown
STYLE: He dresses nicely; his mother raised him right! He prefers to look polished and respectable even when he does stuff like working out, which means he gets the best clothing for whatever occasion when his parents will agree to dish out the cash. During a usual week, you'll most likely see him in nice jeans or slacks and a casual button-down shirt.
BODY TYPE 5'11"; about 200 pounds
UNIQUE FEATURES: n/a
DISNEY SPIRIT: Prince Charming (Cinderella)
LIKES: archery, tennis, politics, ballroom dancing, the beach, walking the family dog, classical music, thunderstorms, fireflies, his mother's cooking
DISLIKES: the cold, snobbery, laziness, rap music, cats, small enclosed spaces, loneliness, being afraid, being told what to do, dirtiness
SECRETS: he's actually his parents' nephew; his birth mother, mrs. king's sister, committed suicide when he was three years old.
FEARS: death of a loved one; never finding love
GOALS: to become a politician or lawyer; to fall in love; to learn to play the piano well
PERSONALITY: Beau can be adequately described in one word, at least to those who don’t know him very well: sophisticated. He comes from a family with money and he does enjoy the better things in life, to some degree. The typical American teenage boy played football or baseball, even soccer; Beau played tennis and practiced archery. He dresses and speaks well, with a slow, charming cadence that marks him inevitably as being from the South. He is not, however, lazy and knows enough to realize that his parents aren’t–indeed, can’t–keep on providing for him forever. He generally does well in school because he works at it. He puts his intelligence to good use, particularly in his favorite classes–political science, history and psychology–and he’ll need that and his charm someday, which he can already use to his advantage quite a bit, if he’s going to be a successful politician or even a successful lawyer.
However, deep down, Beau is an insecure young man. He’s a romantic, but that’s usually not how boys are “supposed” to be, so he tries to hide it, at least around his peers. He wants very badly to be in love, the kind of love he sees between his mother and father, but he’s just never found the right girl. He doesn’t want to have to settle for some “trophy” wife in the future, either. He knows that everything in his life will be better if he can find his true better half. Maybe that explains his relationships, which have mostly failed because of his “over-protectiveness” or some similar reasons. He wants his girlfriends to love him back, and so far, none of them have been interested in love; just a good time, a handsome face, the money… He flirts with him, he has fun, but in the end it never works out. It’s never enough. He wonders if it’s ever going to be enough, and if not ,what he’ll do.
For this reason, he is something of an introvert at times. True, he can turn on that charm like flicking a switch, but it’s often just a mask. He doesn’t party much, but prefers to do the cliché–walk on the beach, look at the stars, practice piano–instead. It’s not that he minds crowds so much (he IS going into public service, after all) but he values solitude. He likes thinking…though maybe he does it a bit too much. He doesn’t make good friends easily, though he has plenty of casual acquaintances.
MOTHER: Joanne Victoria Johnson (birth mother; deceased) Elizabeth Catherine King, nee Johnson
FATHER: birth father unknown; George Peter King
SIBLINGS: none
OTHERS: n/a
HOMETOWN: Savannah, GA
BRIEF HISTORY: Joanne and Elizabeth Johnson were proud and beautiful daughters of the south, both beautiful, both promising–intelligent, talented, responsible. But even while Elizabeth was graduating from college and marrying the handsome and already-wealthy George King, her younger sister dropped out; she had been failing her classes anyway after experimenting with drugs and drinking heavily every weekend. She had been going steady with a young man whose tastes were a bit less wild, and then there was the pregnancy–that was the real reason she’d left. Why let all those prim and proper rich girls snicker and point behind her back? Better just to leave. Her parents were dismayed but they took her back when she came home. As for her boyfriend, he promptly left the scene. They never met him–in fact, Joanne never mentioned him except to say that he’d tell her the baby wasn’t even his, just like every other man did. He’d think he was too good for an illegitimate child.
In August of that year, Joanne gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She named him William Beauregard, maybe after his father, but if so she never said. At first it seemed like little Beau’s birth was going to turn a page for the “little girl lost.” God only knew that her sister Elizabeth hoped so. But even before Beau’s first birthday, his mother had retreated back to her solitude, cutting herself off, leaving her son to be cared for often by his grandparents or his aunt and uncle. Later, Elizabeth would joke weakly that he was already practically their son…and an apparently-intentional overdose was all it took to make it the truth.
It was the little boy, then only three, who found his mother lying in bed like that. He shook her and cried for her, but she wouldn’t wake up no matter how many times he said “Mama, Mama!” By the time the ambulance came for her, Joanne Johnson was pronounced dead. She hadn’t even been able to live for her son’s sake, though there seemed to be no real reason why a bright and beautiful girl like her, whose parents had money, should want to throw it all away the way Joanne did. But before her sister’s eyes were even dry, Elizabeth, ever the responsible sister, was thinking of Beau. Her poor little nephew was not completely alone: he had her, and she was going to make sure he would never lose her the way he’d lost his birth mother.
So George and Elizabeth King made him their own. They gave him everything a child could wish for, but most importantly they offered him love. Ultimately, as he grew into a handsome boy who seemed just as talented as his mother–both biological and adopted. He was a boy full of promise, full of life. He played sports, he valued his schoolwork, almost as if he was trying to prove to the people he now called “Mama” and “Father,” that he would not go down the same dark road as Joanne had. When it came time for college, he was seriously considering an Ivy, but ultimately decided to stay close and go to the college in Port Royal.
For the past two years, life has been blessedly uneventful for the Kings. Beau is showing every sign of being a good student, poised to graduate in another two years–perhaps even with honors–and go on to greater things. His parents seem to have turned a blind eye to his loneliness, but Beau can only hope that his princess comes along one of these days when he least expects it…
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ANNA. EASTERN. A LOT. PM.
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