Polaris.
Creator Of My Own Twisted World
[SIZE= 12px]"SHIT DON'T CHANGE UNTIL YOU GET UP AND WIPE YOUR ASS, BOY." - GRANDMA McALLEN[/SIZE]
Roleplayed & Written by: @Kingly
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[SIZE= 20px]I L O O K E D [/SIZE]
NAME: Hunter J. McAllen
AGE: 18
GENDER: Male
DOB: October 31st, 1996
TRACK: Acting/Music (Mostly instrumental)
[COLOR= rgb(89, 0, 179)]Appearance:[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)]Hunter stands firmly at a 5'11 and a half height, not being able to reach 6 foot just another one of his short comings. He has a toned body brandishing a few tattoo's on his right arm that he acquired throughout his high school days. One being a dozen stars coming up and over his right shoulder, aiming down at his left hip and stopping just at the middle of his peck. Further down his arm is a full sleeve of tribal designs stopping just at the wrist to where his uniform sleeves would reach. Hunter's cold blue eyes are the first thing you notice when you look at him. Eyes that'll make some fall quickly under his charm or shiver uncomfortably at the control of his gaze. Hunter's simple hair yet perfect white smile planted on his handsome face makes him a perfect shot for the cameras. The only thing he considers an imperfection is the slight bend of his nose from a break long ago. He often has a straight face or a slight smirk on his lips as if he has you read completely. [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)]Hunter has no problem with the uniform and actually likes how it looks on him. Though when he isn't required to have it on, he's usually wearing tank tops or sleeveless shirts exposing the arms he worked so hard on. Come winter time, he is usually seen wearing hoodies or tight long sleeved shirts, he doesn't like wearing things that are too heavy and will brave the cold without complaints saying a hoodie is fine enough for him. Hunter has a slight taste for fashion and can put together some nice outfits, though nothing too extravagant.[/COLOR]
[SIZE= 20px]I N T O T H E F A C E[/SIZE]
Personality:
[COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)]Hunter lives for the spotlight. Lavishing in every second he has it. And after it's up? He's planning on his next move to get back into it. That being said, there is a fine line to wanting attention and to wanting the spot light to him. Wanting attention is just someone doing something meaningless for eyes for a couple of minutes. Wanting the spotlight is doing something that people like and want more of. Shy is a word Hunter does not know the definition of. He has no hesitation in meeting new people and knows how to talk and bull shit just as well as any politician. Though he doesn't do too much bull shitting. Despite how outgoing he is, and how easily he talks with people. He has very few true friends. He knows most people in the school and vice versa but he tends to have more acquaintances then best friends. This isn't because people don't like him, people love the guy. But it's because he tends to distance himself from people who get too close to him in extreme caution of snakes and backstabbers who he has been friends with multiple times in his life. This makes his love life a difficult thing because he loves to flirt with any pretty girl in sight. And he doesn't have trouble getting with any of them. Though after sex with said girl he begins to distance more and more, even if he really likes the girl, out of fear of getting hurt. And most girls begin to label him as a player though that doesn't stop them from falling for him.[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)]That being said it's not like it's impossible for you to get close to Hunter, it's just incredibly difficult. And though you may think you're one of his best friends[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] you may just be another one of his [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)]acquaintances. Hunter still loves being around people he just knows to be wary of them. He loves to party just as much as, probably way more than the average person. Because to him, that's just another shot at the spotlight. Adding to his love for partying Hunter has no regards for the rules. This doesn't mean he's an asshole to teachers. He's actually the opposite. During the day he will work his charm on the teachers, being respectful handing in his work (Sometimes) and seeming like he's paying attention. When by night he's out past curfew, drinking alcohol and sleeping with girls. And the teachers are none the wiser.[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)]Hunter prides himself on his ability to balance work and fun, though most times he will let fun out weigh the work. But if something is important to him you will bet he will work on it until it is completed to his liking, being a bit of a perfectionist. Finally Hunter gives a single fuck about no ones opinion. And if he has a problem or a grudge with anyone, it'll be very difficult for him to ever forgive. He relies on nobody not even the ones that he does trust the most, instead he would rather them rely on him. This is a problem because asking for help is one of the most difficult thing for Hunter to do, and though he hides it he needs it. Other then that he does everything on his own, because just like his grandma said. "Shit don't change until you, get up and wipe your ass, boy."[/COLOR]
[SIZE= 20px]O F D E A T H[/SIZE]
Quirks:
[COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-I-[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] Whenever Hunter gets into deep thought he usually scratches his nose or continuously runs a hand back and forth through his hair [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-I-[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-II-[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] He sticks his tongue out and furrows his brows whenever he needs to concentrate or focus harder [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-II-[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-III-[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] Tends to whisper words of encouragement to himself and his muscles whenever he works out [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-III-[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-IV-[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] Whenever he get's a role in anything he will sometimes go a full week acting as the character to portray the role better [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-IV-[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-V-[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] If a guitar is nearby, be prepared for him to start randomly playing and get lost in it just as easy [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-V-[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-VI-[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] He is an athlete and get's very competitive when it comes to sports. Though he doesn't play for any school team, if a couple of guys get together for fun he will definitely be a loud one on the field or court. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-VI-[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-VII-[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] If he suddenly takes interest in anything whether it would be a cute girl or a cool thing he found out, he will always give his little smirk [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-VII-[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-VIII-[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] Once he starts to get frustrated or annoyed, his Jawline will begin to flare as he clenches his jaw and his fist tight as well. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-VIII-[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-IX-[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] If he get's bored in a conversation quickly or get's lost in what's going on he'll simply reply with a "Cool." and be on his way [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-IX-[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-IXX-[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] Likes to drink a bit before parties so he's ahead of the game when he get's there [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-IXX- [/COLOR]
Memories:
[COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-I-[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)]Hunter clearly remembers the first touchdown he scored when he was six in his peewee football league. It was the first game of his little peewee career and coach had put him in at running back. The first play, he had had no idea what he was doing and just grabbed the ball and ran straight forward instantly getting stuffed by one of the biggest kids on the opposing team. Angered and with tears in his eyes Hunter punched his helmet and stomped his foot with frustration. Walking back to the huddle with the other kids all staring at the frustrated kid taking the game a little to seriously, the coach simply said run it again and Hunter knew what he was going to do. With a fire in his heart, the play started and he grabbed the ball, this time he wasn't going to be stopped so easily. Suddenly he picked up speed running through the line churning his legs when he came to the kid who tackled him before. Still extremely infuriated from the last play Hunter lowered his shoulder just like he was taught in practice and rammed through the fatty, sending him sprawled on the ground. Hunter instantly stood over him and screamed in his face, forgetting the play was still in action, only realizing after his coach and his teammate's were yelling to run. He then turned back around and sprinted the final stretch into the end zone scoring the first touchdown in his life, dreams of playing in the NFL already clear in his head. Though he has stopped playing football of course, he still secretly holds on to that dream.[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-I-[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-II- [/COLOR]Freshman Year: [COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)]Hunter remembers clearly his first step into Arlington as a freshman. He was about to sleep in a castle were his first thoughts. And then after seeing the faces of the people inside of it, his next thoughts were on trying to figure out how he was going to propose to each and every girl in the school. Though the girl that really caught his eye, was a senior. Jessica Derosa. She was the picture to perfection in Hunter's mind. He immediately went up to talk to her, ignoring the differences between a new blood Freshman and a Senior goddess. He wasn't always so smooth with words back then, stuttering and at a loss for things to say when he approached her he quickly made a fool out of himself, her friends laughing at him as they walked away. But that didn't stop Hunter from continuing to try. Everyday he saw her he would greet her with a good morning and shower her with compliments, he even spent all the money his grandma had sent him for the month on flowers and a necklace for her. And the girl? Well she used Hunter easily, he did her homework, he bought her things and basically did any favor she needed even if it was against the rules. Things such as holding and hiding alcohol for her right under his bed and a lot of alcohol at that. [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)]Finally at the end of the year he made his biggest mistake, he a freshman was about to ask the most gorgeous senior girl to the homecoming dance. He wasn't even sure if he was allowed to go to the homecoming dance nor did he care. With more flowers in his hand he walked right up to her, in the middle of the courtyard while she was talking to her friends and asked her and within seconds regretted his decision. She went off on him, telling him to get over himself and that a freshman like him could never in a million years have a chance with her, to finish her rant she sent him off with a "Have a nice life." and with that they shunned him. [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)]Not too long later towards the end of the year, Hunter got a shot at his revenge. Jessica had fallen to the lowest of popularity, she was starting to become known as a slut and nobody even wanted to be with her or know her anymore. Friendless, man less and exposed Jessica turned to the one person left. The boy that she used, Hunter. It was late almost to curfew when Hunter spotted her alone, crying outside somewhere in the back of the school. He went up to comfort her and of course she was taken by surprised by that gesture even after how bad she humiliated him. Though she felt safe, and relaxed in his presence. All of the words she needed to hear flowing smoothly from Hunter's lips. And it wasn't long before their lips met, locked into a passionate kiss. They had to go elsewhere and Jessica knew just the spot. Places Hunter didn't even know existed in the school. She led him deep to the lowest floor and to the back of the school, dodging any people checking for students past curfew. They had finally come to a room with the lights off and the door locked. Though Jessica dug her hands into a plant nearby removing a single key and unlocking the door. Inside of the room was moved around desks all pushed to the back, it was dusty and clear it hadn't been used in a while. Though smack in the middle of the desks was a number of sheets laid out on top of each other. Within moments Jessica and Hunter were back at it kissing and touching and then getting into the real action atop the sheets. [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)]Not only was this the night Hunter lost his virginity, but it was in fact the night he got his revenge. He always holds grudges. After the sex, Jessica had went to the back of the class and pulled out a bottle of Chartreuse, of course she had alcohol. But with this an idea popped into his mind. Acting as if he heard a noise outside Hunter took the bottle and said he was going to check. Jessica, still a bit slow didn't question him going to check for an administrator with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. Once he was outside of the room, he poured half of the contents of the bottle onto the floor and re-filled it with his own pee. He re-entered the room a smirk on his face as he said there was nobody. He then offered her the drink which was now currently mixed with his urine and laughed hysterically as she took a huge gulp of it, not a clue in her head to what she was drinking. She made an odd face taking another sip of it, confused on the taste of the drink before she turned to Hunter with a questioning look at his laughter. Finally after he was able to control himself he looked her right in the eye his mischievous smirk on his face. "Hope urine tastes as good as that Chartreuse." he then laughed again as her face paled and sickened. "Who am I kidding, revenge tastes sweeter then anything." he then gave a tut before turning on his heels watching as she threw up all over herself and the sheets. "I got what I needed from you Jessica, Have a nice life." he exited to the room leaving the door open as she screamed after him. He quickly made his exit and banged on the wall trying to bring some attention to the area where she was screaming. He was lucky to have gotten back to his dorm without getting caught. But he was glad to find out she wasn't so lucky, the next day at school people were buzzing that the former queen bee had gotten caught past curfew with a bottle of alcohol and vomit all over her shirt, and had ultimately been expelled. Even though he got his revenge in the end Hunter learned his lesson from the story, Don't chase girls, let them chase him.[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-II-[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-III- Sophomore Year:[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] Hunter had finally gotten the leading role in the school play. He would be playing Icarus in the newly written adaption of the old Greek tale. He remembered opening day, it wasn't like one of his little middle school plays where a couple of parents showed up. No. The seats were filled to the brim and all eyes were on him. That was okay though, he lived for the spotlight. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-III-[/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-IV-[/COLOR] [COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]Junior Year:[/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(179, 0, 0)] The year his grandma passed away. The woman that had been the best caretaker for his whole life. and he wasn't even in the same country as her. He had just gotten the leading role in yet another huge school play and was going to have to miss it. The woman that gave birth to him, or what some people would call a mom had given him money for a ticket back to America for the funeral. When he returned to Arlington it was clear he had changed. Even though he hid how depressed he was with endless partying and drinking, anyone could tell he wasn't the same Hunter anymore. And no one knew if that Hunter would ever return. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(102, 0, 102)]-IV-[/COLOR]
[SIZE= 20px]A N D I L A U G H[/SIZE]
The Life of Hunter McAllen:
Hunter was born on Halloween to Jamie Mcallen and Jeremy McAllen in Beverly Hills California. His grandmother Anne Mcallen, used to always joke about how he was the son of the devil because of it. And some people would believe that joke, while the others, including his grandma despite her jokes would believe that he's the son of an angel.
Growing up in a fairly wealthy family. Hunter could get just about anything he dreamed of, except for the love and attention of his parents. Both of his parents spent just about every waking moment away from him. Even when they were in the same houses, whichever very large house it would me. They were always too busy for him. His father doing some sort of business bull shit for the families major oil company Allen Energy, whilst his mother, the little gold digging whore mooched off of him and lived the glamorous life. Always out somewhere traveling and buying new useless, expensive things.
The most time he ever spent with those two was probably in the hospital when he was born and even his grand mother told him that his mother wanted him to be taken away because his crying was too loud. That being said his grandmother was the one who spent the most time with him, and was the only thing keeping him from being a spoiled brat. She would always say before his grandfather had created Allen Energy, and established itself as one of the largest oil and gas companies in the world. That they had to work for the things they wanted and didn't have a butler to come wipe their ass for them. Hunter loved his Grandmother more then anything, she was by far one of the funniest people he had ever met and she told him the most amazing stories. And she didn't live by the rules of the rich, caring not for any sort of manners. But most of all, she cared for Hunter like she had given birth to him herself.
She often scolded Jeremy for never being there for the kid. But what his father and mother didn't do, she stepped in and did her self. She practically raised the kid, told him not to live for material things and not to just accept what people handed to him. She told him that even though this money would last him for a lifetime, he had to work on his own and become his own man and gain the money his own way. And as he grew, his grandmothers words began to make more sense. He began working his hardest to perfect everything he did. He took an interest into three major things at a young age which he spent most of his time on. Acting, Music and sports.
His grandmother who was once a theater woman herself, had taken Hunter to some major Broadway plays. This only sparked his dream of wanting to be on the stage, all of the attention all of the eyes on him. And maybe even one day being on the TV screen, with all of the world to watch him. His next love for music came naturally. He always loved the way so many different little sounds could blend together to make one ultimate, beautiful sound. And whenever he did feel lonely he would grab some headphones and an I pod and blast music until he fell asleep. His grandmother seeing how much the boy loved music had bought him a guitar for his birthday and a couple of how-to guitar books and told him to learn on his own. Finally giving Hunter something to work for. He practiced day and night, perfecting his knowledge of the strings from the books and learning to play songs he liked simply from ear. And finally his love for sports, mainly football came easily through his talent on the field.
Though no matter how much he excelled at these three things, everyone payed him attention accept for the two people he wanted. His parents. He suddenly came to realize no matter how good he did they wouldn't care, so he resulted to doing bad. He began causing as much trouble as possibly he could in the private school. Drinking on the campus, Swearing at the teachers and fighting with anyone he could. Mind you, this was still middle school. Yet still, his parents failed to acknowledge him, not even reprimand him. Some sort of interaction would mean anything to him, though he never received. Only from his grandmother who saw what was going on and saw she needed to do something. His youth was being destroyed, and by himself. She knew he was not that kind of kid, and knew he had the potential of doing big things.
So after his second expulsion from yet another private school. She knew to send him off to Arlington. A school where he could hone his talents and be given only a small monthly allowance where he would learn to live on his own. On his last day before going off to begin his freshman year, he walked past his mother on the couch his father no where to be found on his last day there. Typical. He had his bags in hand and on his shoulders. He stopped, looking at the back of the head of the woman that some would call a mother. A mom that most people would dream for. She had given him anything money could buy, except for love. "I'm leaving Jamie." he said coldly to the woman who didn't even recognize his voice. "Ah, Jeoffry dearie.. Bring me a cold beverage. Surprise me, I'm parched." she said waving him off. He snorted, he couldn't believe this, she thought he was one of the butlers. "It's not Jeoffry.. It's Hunter, your son. The boy that lives under the same roof as you that you gave birth to!" he said, all the anger in his heart spilling into his words. His mother turned around slightly before turning back to the large TV that spanned across the wall. "Ah, Hunter dearie, tell Jeoffry to bring me a cold beverage, tell him to surprise me, I'm parched." he dropped his bags in frustration and took a step towards her, she wouldn't even look him in the eye. He wanted to grab her head and force her to look at him and as he took a step closer all of the pain he went through just to get the attention of this bitch. It wasn't worth it. "I'm going off to school, all the way in England I'm leaving and I'm not coming back." he said walking back over to the bags and picking them up. "Lord, please hurry and get Jeoffry, Hunter. Didn't I already say my throat is parched, and you continue chatting my ear off." she said with a sigh "Go on get my drink." she said with the wave of her hand, still not even turning back to him. "Fuck you and your beverage." he snarled as he stormed out of the mansion.
Anger boiled his blood and clawed at his heart. He felt a tear drop from his eye. Outside waiting for him was the one person who cared, ready to send him off into the real world. They drove to the airport silently. The plan was for him to work hard every day at Arlington and get his education, with only a small monthly allowance for him to live day to day away from home. Tears were really falling now, he was leaving everything behind. And the worst part was he didn't know if these were tears of joy or of sorrow. As they arrived and went through the whole long airport process, they finally arrived at their last stop. The plane.
His grandmother hugged him as tightly as she ever did. The brittle lady whispered in his ear "Toughen up." though she said it ever so gently. Pulling back from the hug, she had in her hand a golden necklace. The necklace had a M and an A stacked on top of each other to represent McAllen. "With this you will know you are never alone, and that the genuine McAllen family is counting on you to give us pride again." she smiled brightly and wiped the tears from his eyes as he stood their holding the necklace. "And remember, McAllen men never cry, boy." was her last words before she patted his chest and turned and left without another word. He knew on that plane ride to London that he wouldn't have to say thank you to her. That he would say thank you by becoming his own damn man and making her proud. But first.. He would have to get through exams.
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