Post by riker on Dec 18, 2010 16:13:06 GMT -5
riker andrew pierce.
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[/CENTER]THIRTY-FIVE. KOSTINE STAFF. ENGLAND. DANIEL CRAIG. ADMIN EDIT.
"O you youths, Western youths,
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,
Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,
Pioneers! O pioneers!"
Walt Whitman | Pioneers! O Pioneers!
Riker Andrew Pierce grew up in the cradle of nobility and wealth. His family was old-money within England and they knew that, enjoyed it. His father, Otto, was the sort of man who could be heard saying “Pardon, but do you know who I am?” at restaurants, operas, shops. His mother, Anabelle, was similarly infatuated with her position within society and filled most of her time with garden parties and dinner parties and galas and grand openings. The Pierce children had a joke that their mother had never met a white-tie event she didn’t like.
That was all well and good for Otto and Anabelle and even Riker’s older siblings, William and Danielle. But he was never quite satisfied lazing around with servants or making small-talk with dignitaries. He constantly wanted to be moving, doing, seeing, feeling. He felt most alive when he was doing something horribly dangerous. While his peers were snorting cocaine or injecting heroine, Riker’s drug of choice was adrenaline. Because of his differing ideal lifestyle, he was something a loner throughout his adolescence. Truthfully, that suited Riker just fine. He found his classmates at the stuffy boarding school to be more than insufferable and he was often ditching classes and events to go exploring through the English countryside or through the urban jungle of London.
He was booted from school to school, often getting expelled for lack of attendance in classes and the occasional impertinent behavior toward the instructors. He had a habit of asking how exactly anything they were teaching mattered in the real world. He was exceptionally intelligent though and passed courses with sterling marks, absenteeism aside. After finally graduating, his father expected Riker to go on to Oxford, just as he had and his brother before him and all other Pierce men. But, as you may have noticed, Riker didn’t really do anything as expected.
He took the year off and traveling Europe. If you could call it travelling: he had exactly one backpack and he stayed in hostels or just the couches of generous strangers that he met along the way. Everything about the foreign land thrilled him: the languages, the customs, the foods. After moving through most of Europe, his parents told him his free year was up and that he was to attend a university now. He traversed to Asia instead. They cut his inheritance off but Riker never really noticed.
He returned a year and a half later, dirty, tan, hard-bodied and smiling like no other. He hugged his mother (to her hidden dismay), shook his father’s hand and then asked for a bath. That night brought the row. His father raged at him in the library, catching him after supper. It lasted nearly five hours, including his brother, his father and his mother against him with his sister piping up somewhat timidly in his defense. At the end of it all he conceded to getting a degree and his parents opened his inheritance back to him.
Three years later, Riker was finished at Oxford. Despite his initial sardonic, he had enjoyed his time there. He found that not everyone was like his peers through boarding school and he found some very good mates. He grew especially close to one friend, Basir and they ended up getting a flat together after both had graduated. Basir was a World Politics major while Riker had taken English and Education. They had lively debates and even livelier drunken conversations.
Not quite a year after graduating, Riker took his first job, teaching English at a boarding school much like the ones he had attended not so many years previous. He did his best to undo the damage that he had seen done in his own attendance. He tried to teach his students that there was a whole world out there beyond their stock options and trust funds. His classes were unconventional to say the least and he often as possible held them outside. One lesson consisted of exploring a forest trail and mountain climbing just because the weather was good and every young man should climb a mountain in his time.
The students reacted in either of extremes: loving or hating him passionately depending on the individual. Unfortunately, the administration took to the later upon finding out about his “barbaric” behavior and lesson plans. He was fired after two terms and back on the look-out for a job. He spent the next five years job-hopping. Doing anything that struck his fancy. For awhile, he went exploring a South American jungle (mostly because South America was the only continent he hadn’t yet breached). He went back to school for a little while and earned a PhD. He was nearing his thirty-third birthday when he finally decided he needed some sort of normalcy to his life and started putting out applications for a teaching job in the England area.
Though he hadn’t put an application in to Kostine Academy, they found him. He received an invitation to teach there as an English professor and the price was more than right. Plus, it seemed to Riker that it might just be forward thinking enough to not scorn his sometimes controversial methods. Before long he found himself packing up for the Irish countryside, bidding his family and Basir farewell.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
KITTY. EIGHTEEN. EASTERN. APPROX. FOUR YEARS. PM/GMAIL.
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