BENTLY , eric the kid

[Eric Bently]

[/i]e Sandman's coming in his train of cars[/size]

* OOC Info*

Name : Zee.
Age : 13. so.. close...
Experience : I can BS with the top dogs when I feel like it.
Characters : Karlee and Riss. I needed some testosterone in that list.

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With moonbeam windows

Name : Eric Calvin Bently
Age : Seventeen
D.O.B : February the Eighth
Playby : After much debating.. Paul Griffiths!
Occupation/Grade : the twelfth.

And with wheels of stars *

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[li] Oi, this kid's something to look at. He's got some really rough facial features. His head is square and his face is squat -- that is to say it's not the largest of the bunch. It might be a lot larger, if the boy would part his hair like a normal person. But we'll get into that later. To start, Eric has large, defined cheekbones, an odd combination in and of itself. Most cheekbones are one or the other. On top of that, his chin is so defined, it looks like it ends in a near perfect straight line. For about an inch, anyway. His nose is definitely the predominant feature of his face. From the front, it looks thin as hell, but if you look at it from the side, you'll see it extends far enough away from his face to stick a truck up his nostril. Heehee, I tease. The thick base extends into a rather bulbus end, which is slightly turned up. Hiding (or at least trying to) beneath the foreign obstruction is his mouth. His bottom lip is significantly fuller than the top lip -- it's at least twice the top lip's size. As far as his eyebrows go.. well, no one really knows if they exist. They're said to be a myth. Beneath where the story says the eyebrows lie are Eric's peepers. They're chocolate brown, and almost aways open wide as can go. This gives him a look or perpetual innocence.

[/li][li] Eric's got some mad shiny hair. I'm warning you now, so you don't look too closely when the light catches it and end up blind. It's jet black, and because nobody can see his eyebrows, no one can tell whether it's natural or dyed. It's cut in choppy layers, 'cause that's the skater style he prefers, the longest of which falls less than half an inch short of his chin. Eric's also a fan of that emo/scene/punk/whatever you want to call it hairstyle where he brushes all his hair forward and sprays it in place. He's got long bangs that sweep across his forhead, burying any trace of his alleged "eyebrows", which he has to constantly toss out of his eyes. His epidermis remains the same light peach hue the whole year round. Eric doesn't like to bother himself with outward appearance much beyond his clothing selection and hair, so he doesn't really "tan." That means he doesn't care much for working out, either. He's exactly 5' 10'', and weighs in around 156 pounds. Everything about him looks thin but his face. Thin fingers, thin forearms, thin legs, barely-visible abs... you name it. He's even got thin arm hairs. They're so thin, they're barely visible. No, that's not because they're blond. You'd be able to tell if they were.[/size][/blockquote]

So hush you little ones and have no fear

Likes : watching sunsets, children's movies, bold colors, skinny jeans, long hair he can hide behind, coloring and sketching, Tim Burton movies, keeping a journal
Dislikes : Eric and Wallace, making up his mind, small children, being called a liar, being called "crazy" (despite the fact that he is), his therapist, being prejuded, taking his meds
Habbits : shouting random movie quotes, curling up into a ball for no apparent reason, stuttering, tossing his bangs out of his eyes, taking apart his sandwiches and eating all the ingredients individually, reciting the alphabet song backwards under his breath
Flaws : insane, seclusive, low self-esteem, insane, stubborn, shy, and insane. Did I mention insane?
Pet Peeves : butter on pancakes, the nosy staff at restaurants, people who claim to be noncomformists when they're really just conforming to a party with the opposite views of the original, and over-used cliches. Seriously. Any meaning they had has been beaten out of them.
Strengths : anything academic, strong memory, always completely honest, loving, gentle
Weaknesses : people skills, using common sense, branching out of his comfort zone, confrontation, sitting still, anything physical

[/li][li] Just to get one thing straight, Eric is absolutely nuts. Crazy. Pyscho. Not straight in his boots. A couple clicks off center. The whole freakin' shabang. He may... say some things to you that worry your or make you uncomfortable. They will always be random, completely off-topic, and strange. To name a few that he's used in the past, we have, "the french fries in my mind whisper me things in Chinese," "the weasles keep ice-skating on my toothpaste," and "the lawyer sang Euclidian geometry." At first, it seems kind of cute. Maybe funny, even. But after a while, everyone quirks and eyebrow and walks away slowly. Either that, or they get really pissed at him because the kid just won't shut up. Once you let him get going, anyway. Even when he's scared half to death, something keeps him babbling like the psychopath he is. If asked, he will swear on all that is right and holy that Eric and Wallace, the voices in his head, told him to. Trust him when he says this, people. He's not kidding.

Obviously, not he's not going to walk right up to you and start talking about random things. Sometimes he will, but that's only on the days the voices feel especially cranky. Most of the time, Eric keeps his head bent, hands in his pockets, and stares at his shoes. He's incredibly shy. There comes a time in every psychopath's life when they realize they don't fit with everybody else, and they, to an extent, detach themselves. Eric realizes he's different, and he learned the hard way that distancing yourself from people is the easiest way to avoid being teased. If anyone triest to strike up a conversation with him, he'll be so surprised and unsure of himself that he'll stutter. Which usually ends in the person who was kind enough to talk to him laughing their head off because he can't get a word out without tripping over his tongue. Due to lack of emotional support (from friends, parents, teachers, etc.), he's too shy to stand up for himself when it comes to bullies. Most people can get away with walking all over him. He won't utter a word or swing a fist in self-defense.

Seclusion, lack of self-esteem, and voices in any lesser man's head would probably make said man a very, very bitter person. With Eric, it's different. He finds ways to make his own fun. Sometimes, if he happens across a kid who seems just as shy as he is, he'll let his goofball half shine through. Eric loves to use the random things that pop into his brain to make other people laugh, or freak them out. He also likes to watch little kid movies or webshows, which he quotes to himself whenever he's in need of a pick-me-up. Anyone who actually takes the time to get to know him knows that Eric is probably one of the sweetest people on the face of the planet. He would never call another human being a name, he'd never tell inappropriate stories about himself and a girl, and he's always pulling out chairs and holding doors for people. Eric is the sweetest thing if you let him show you his true colors. Everyone else will label him as weird and be done with it. They have no idea what they're missing.[/size][/blockquote]

The man in the moon he is the engineer

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[/li][li]In the immortal words of doctor Emmet Brown, "That's the Florence Nightingale effect. It happens all the time in hospitals when nurses fall in love with their patients." Mavric was the best man in his unit, Mercedes was on her death bed with a premature heart attack. Somehow Mavric, a lowly nurse, figured out to save her life. The two of them flirted every day after that when Mavric came to check up on Mercedes, and when she was released from the hospital, it lead to the two of them going on a formal date. One thing lead to another, and eventually, they were married in a tiny church on a hill. It seemd like real fairy tale dream-come-true, but the heart attack that had nearly cost Mercedes her life had ruptured a couple blood vessels in multiple places, including her mind. Remember these ruptures.. they come into play a little father down the road.

Nine months after M & Ms' honeymoon, they received a little bundle of joy all wrapped up in blue. In the beginning, everything seemed fine. They were a normal family -- a healthy baby, a getting-back-in-shape wife, and a happy husband. Then the ruptures starting causing problems. Mercedes kept saying she saw things that weren't really there. She started hearing things no one was saying, claiming someone in her head told her they were true. She was written off as a nut and thrown in the local asylum. Which they refused to call an asylum because it sounded too ominous, but it was what it was. Eric grew up without a mother, despite his father's best efforts to convince the medical community that he could take care of Meredith at his house. He had, after all, received medical training. They almost labeled him a loony too.

Right from the off, it was apparent that Eric wasn't right in the head. As soon as he was old enough to talk, he was always babbling incoherently. Or at least, it didn't sound coherent. Most people blamed the fact that he didn't have a nuturing maternal figure in his life. A couple of the old women in town offered to baby-sit him when his father was still at work. They all left in a huff, talking about a psychotic child who was going nowhere but the loony bin, to be with his mother. So Maveric stuck him in daycare. If he was thinking this would help develope Eric's social skills and force him to relate to kids his own age, Maveric was sorely mistaken. All of the other kids either sat on the opposite side of the room, as far away from Eric as humanly possible, or they called him names and shoved his face into his lunch.

Maveric managed to convince himself the craziness was just a phase. That one day, Eric would grow out of it and start acting like a normal kid. He never did. As Eric got older, his condition worsened. The babling became more coherent, but made even less sense. It was normal for a small child to babble about nothing in particular, but Eric's babbling didn't sound like nothing. He said things - things that concerned bystanders beyond belief. Eric even went as far as giving names to the voices in his head. He named one after himself, because he said it sounded like him when he spoke. The other one he named Wallace, for no apparent reason. All the kids at school feared him. After a while, they got over their fear and decided he should be hated instead. They ragged on him, shoving him into lockers and dunking his head in the toilet. Eric was constantly being ridiculed for things beyond his control. It wasn't his fault he was born with a mental dysfunction. [/size][/blockquote]

*The railroad track it is a moonbeam bright*

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Family [black];;[/black]

Mavric Portland Bently, 57, male nurse (no laughing)

Mercedes (xP) America Bently, 53, was admitted to the Chigaco Institute for Mental Rehabilitation

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Eric and Wallace, also 17, voices in his head

That leads right up into the starry night

RolePlay sample :

As he stood there, huddled under the eave, Haden saw a brightly colored figure dart from her car up to the theater. If the bright colors weren't enough, the pale white shock of hair betrayed her. Haden knew of only one person who had enough nerve and quirkiness to dress like that. Ny must have noticed him, too. She came skipping up to him, proving that there was quirkiness in there somewhere. She didn't stop to say "hi"; only to comment on how stuck he seemed and flit off to the ticket booth. She mentioned something about helping him. True to her word, Ny returned a few seconds later. There were two tickets in her hands, one of which she was holding out for him to take. Take it he did, while Ny chided him in teasing tones. Haden didn't balk at her words; he was used to this kind of banter passing between them. Ny finished off her tease by inquiring as to whether or not he had come for the same movie as she. Haden took one glance at the ticket. It read Public Enemies at the top. Glancing back at his companion, he nodded. "Ny, you know me too well."

It was common knowledge that Ny was called Ny-Ny, but Haden had always thought that saying it twice made it seem too much of a pet name. As hot as Ny was, he couldn't think of her like that. She was more like the wild, uncontrollable sister he never had. "You didn't have to do that," he continued. "I'm perfectly at home in the rain, and I have a cell phone." A hint of mischief glinted in his eye. "Although, if you want the money for that ticket, you'll have to steal it from me." Haden enjoyed teasing Ny about her criminal nature. Both of them knew she wouldn't grow up to be a superhero. Haden wasn't sure that was the path he would choose for himself, either. He was still up in the air about things, which suited him fine. After all, he had two good years before he would have to make the choice.

Another turrential downpour started. Haden could hear the raindrops beating against the eave. It was a pity he couldn't control the rainclouds over his head. All he could do was make it rain over other people. He noticed the way Ny was holing herself up, as far away from the rain as humanly possible. "Now that we have our tickets, why don't we get out of this rain?" he suggested. Slipping an arm around her waist, Haden lead her into the theater. The temperature change was apparent. As soon as he stepped through the door, Haden was hit by a wave of warm, dry air. Bowing his head, he shook the water from his hair again. Haden was careful to shake himself away from Ny. He had noticed that she shied away from water, whenever the opportunity presented itself. "There," he said conversationally once he'd straightened up. "That's much better, isn't it?" Haden released Ny from his hold.

The air inside the theater reeked with the stench of buttered popcorn. Haden titled his head back and took a hearty sniff. His stomach emitted a growl that would have stopped a charging lion in its tracks. Scowling down at his tummy, Haden muttered, "You shut it. I fed you good and proper at lunch." Then he remembered. He hadn't spent all his money buying his way inside... he still had seven dollars burning a hole in his pocket. Haden fished them out and turned to Ny. "Since you bought the tickets -- I think it's only fair I pay for the snacks." He didn't know if Ny wanted snacks or not. She was pale, which suggested she was malnourished. Either that, or freakishly albino. Whatever. It was up to her. Haden was getting a snack. If Ny didn't want anything, she could go find herself a seat.

So come you little ones and run up the stairs

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[William Radfield]

Welcome back with a guy, Zee! Eric is just too adorable. I want to hug him so bad. Anywho, you know the drill.