PORTER, clyde jonah

[CLYDE JONAH PORTER]

( CLYDE JONAH PORTER )

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full name: “What kind of parents name their child Clyde? Mine, I guess? It’s a remarkably rednecky invention. Clyde Jonah Porter. God, man, what were they thinking?”
nicknames: “I don’t have nicknames really. I mean, what you gunna make of ‘Clyde?’ Cly? Right.”
gender: “Last I checked, I’m pretty sure that I’m a guy.”
age && birth date: “Twenty years old. I was born on February twenty-ninth and I’m twenty years old. Shit, where did the years go?”
member group: “I graduated high school and well, I just didn’t bother with college. It wasn’t my thing. So now I’m just concentrating on work.”
sexuality: “I’m into women. Nothing against gays. I mean, they can do their thing. But I won’t deny that I’m not a little uncomfortable with it. This is just me being honest.”
occupation: “Uh, I’m a busser at some itlian joint and a retail salesman at a store in the mall. Nothing extravagant.”
play-by: aubrey graham.

loves: sports, parties, exercise, clubbing, girls, laughing loudly, video games, mary jane, summer, energy drinks, coffee, music, just driving, cooking, his ipod, sarcasm
despises: cigarettes, lack of self-control in himself or anyone else, needless confrontation, desperation, materialism, obnoxious people, sexism, cheaters, asparagus, dependence
goal(s) for the future: simply live life. there’s nothing extraordinary to be done here. he lost his chance at excellence. survival is the only goal worth keeping at this point.
fear(s): water. unfortunately, poor clyde never learned to swim.
the overall: Clyde is an extremely laid back individual, so much so, that many people find him unreadable. It’s tough to really get what he’s feeling. He’s one of those that always seems to have something on his mind, even when he doesn’t. This could be attributed to the fact that he’s quite often very silent. What can he say? He’s a listener. A damn good one. He’s a fabulous Dr. Phil. But despite his cool demeanor, when he gets around more than one or two people, he livens up considerably. A huge fan of laughter, he loves contributing his own wry and subtle brand of comedy. Pump him full of drinks and the guy becomes the life of the party. Then again, pump him full of drinks and he’s ten times more likely to lose his cool. Clyde has himself a bit of an anger issue. It’s easier to control sober, but intoxicated, it becomes almost impossible. So most people know to keep him away from the drama at parties. Those that didn’t know, well, they know now.

So he’s thrown a few temper tantrums. It doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy. In fact, he has a ton of friends. That’s all he really has, to be honest. Women and he have never really hit it off. He’s a bit too insecure to really hold on to a relationship. He’s not a terrible looking guy but let’s not kid ourselves. The boy’s no George Clooney. So naturally, his insecurities have ruined many a relationship. He becomes over-protective, clingy. As a result, he hasn’t had a girlfriend for three years. He’s no Casanova. But as was aforementioned, he’s an okay guy. Honest, loyal, trustworthy. Clyde’s a guy that you want to keep around.

mother: pamela joan porter, forty-eight, realtor
father: grant joseph porter, fifty, business owner
siblings: none
pets: cat, cat
the overall history: His birth was planned, his nursery was huge. Clyde was raised primarily by a nanny and played every sport possible as a small child. His parents were there for him as often as they could be but both considered Clyde little more than a necessity brought on by their marriage. All marriages should, traditionally, lead to children, right? Someone to carry on the family name. They lucked out with Clyde. First born and he was male. Perfect. As long as he turned out heterosexual, the Porters would continue to walk this Earth for yet another cycle. Being treated like this small token of their union, he turned out to be a fairly introverted child. Although he played soccer, hockey, baseball and football all during the respective seasons, he just never clicked very well with his teammates. It wasn’t until he reached middle school that he really started making friends. At this point, he played only football and baseball.

The change in him was subtle but promising. He had a family that was well off, an athletic ability that was unmatched by many of his peers and grades that were above average, even if they weren’t all straight A’s. At some point during his eighth grade year, his parents, for some reason or another, were home much more often. His mother began to coach her slightly socially awkward son in how to behave in most situations and his dad even took the time to play catch with the boy. It was a huge year of growth for the child but life can be entirely unpredictable. By the time he was a high school freshman, it was back to the way it had been, with his parents always out and about, family dinners limited to once, maybe twice, a week. But thank god for that one year that they had given him. His high school career took off. He made quite a few friends, among them a younger girl named Alexis whom he and his friends grew rather close with. With her help he was introduced to marijuana which became only a small part of his life. For a boy with so little control over his anger, he had remarkable control over many other aspects of his life.

Throughout his high school career he continued to follow only football and baseball and excelled in both. However, baseball was simply a thing that came so incredibly natural to him. He was a superb catcher and there was no one on the team that would pretend otherwise. His batting was absolutely incredible. One of his few ex’s explained it best when she said that he was “a thrill to watch.” Clyde loved the sport and put so much into it. By the time graduation came around he had several offers from schools all over the state, some out of state. But something happened. No one knows the real reason why Clyde didn’t pursue college and he wouldn’t tell them if they asked. He was scared. Scared out of his mind. He barely had a proper upbringing. He didn’t feel grown up. And now he was expected to stand out on his own? Out rival everyone that opposed him? He couldn’t take the pressure. In a couple months, he acquired two jobs. In the next year, he had moved out into a place with a roommate. He was just like any other average Joe now. There was no way for him to fall now. In order for there to be failure, there has to be an attempt. He took that attempt out of the equation entirely.

your alias: steezy, steez, steezilicious? bwahaha.
how you found us: oh, shoot, i don’t know. sorry. :x
time zone: pacific
other characters: nope
how we can contact you: pm, please. if you need other contacts, pm me for them? haha
rp sample: (This is less an introduction and more a reply. I’m too lazy to type more. D: It’s from some gifted, boarding school type site that I just couldn’t keep up with. So if there’s something you don’t understand, that would be why.</3)

Oh, these two. There wasn’t a person in the world that would escape their sharp tongues and tones. The day they met surely the earth should have imploded, collapsing in on itself due to the fusion of two intensely sarcastic and hard-hearted youths. But as luck would have it, the world withstood the seemingly fatal blow and nature did not rebel and give way to an untimely apocalypse. All was good and their friendship, though odd and by no means considering ‘normal,’ thrived. It had meant hell for some of the kids at Devereaux but for these two it was simply the sweetest of alliances. There was really only one major difference between them and that was the underlying motive. Emma was bitter and distrusting. Ozzy was guarded and mischievous. Emma’s past, the people who screwed her over and the one who left her, was traumatizing, to say the least, although she would probably never admit it. Her cruelty was based on a past that she had no control over. But Ozzy, oh, he was a different kind. His bitchiness was playful and silly and though it was meant to sting, he did it for no reason except to get a rise out of people. It was a game. See, Ozzy’s problems, all of the hardship in his life; that was all self-inflicted. He ran away, he became poor, he killed, he raped and pillaged and all those sorts of things. It was all his fault. So really, there wasn’t too much to be traumatized about. It was the reason why he was the one that sort of kept Emma grounded when she was only slightly angry—but when she was in a terrible rage, no one, not even Oz, could bring her down. They were like, water and ice. Essentially the same but a bit different in texture.

He watched her, almost lovingly. She had become something of a sibling, to him, the only child he was. Even the swatting away of his hand did little to wipe that stupid smile off of his face. She was uncomfortable and he knew it. Ozzy reveled in peoples’ discomfort. It was too much fun. Emma was just one of those that wasn’t too used to being coddled anymore. The words out of her mouth, tough and typical Emma, only made him laugh. He wrapped his arms around her, sliding down a bit in the seat and leaning back, drawing her down with him. This wouldn’t help her uneasiness much but, of course, that’s what he was banking on. Poor thing. “All right, it’s always a bit unusually high but you tend to dull it down quite a lot around me. When we hang out you’re like... An ornery bunny rabbit.” He held tight to her body lest she decide to escape after he most likely had insulted her to some degree in her mind. “And I know you didn’t need help, crazy. I just feel like I haven’t seen you in awhile and I wanted to get some time with you so I shooed her away until next time you sink your teeth into her. Is that a crime?” It was a silly lie and she would know it was a lie. But she would forgive him for the moment because, Ozzy believed, deep down there, she was rather open to being cared about. Deep, deep down.

Relinquishing his hold on the poor girl, he just let her lay there, giving her the opportunity to move if she’d very well like. Maybe punch him in the arm for calling her a bunny. She’d do something like that, he was so sure. “Sorry I haven’t snuck in to visit very often anymore. They’ve somehow made the connection that that blue-haired, girl-looking child was actually me. Whoops. Maybe you could use your super speed once in awhile to come visit me in the boy’s dormitories, hm? What do you say, Speedy Gonsalez? We can stay up and have pillow fights and you can tell me some more about how you’re going to torch this place to the ground and how I should join la resistance, blah, blah, blah.” He had that taunting glint in his eye again. She tried to recruit him every once and awhile but he always claimed neutrality.

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