Post by Wes Aspen on Feb 20, 2010 10:11:37 GMT -5
(I realize his pigments do not match what I described below. I can’t get the edit to work correctly.)
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.:Full Name of Character:.Wesley Michael Aspen
.:Nick Name:. Wes
.:Age:. 16
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[/u][/center][/size][/font].:Look:. Wes has albinism, so his skin and hair have a ghostlike pallor, being both white. His eyes are almost always covered by the shaded glasses he wears because of his astigmatism and photophobia, but if you ever see him without glasses on or contacts in, his eyes are a hazel-pink color. (Click here if you can’t picture what I mean)
.:Height:. 5’8”
.:Portrayed by:. Logan Lerman (Again, sorry I couldn’t get the pic to look right)
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[/u][/center][/size][/font].:Basic Personality:. Wes has a pretty laid-back personality. The motto “go with the flow” would go with him nicely. He won’t lose his head very easily, that’s for sure. If someone came up to him, panicking about a problem they have, he’d most likely just grin and do his best to help them out instead of joining in on the hysterics. Wes normally acts with an unworried air, like he’s done it a million times before, or has seen it happen previously.
Sometimes Wes does things that are a bit odd. Having lived with an artist his entire life, sometimes he forgets that different rules apply with other people. Normally the only weird thing he’ll do is go up to a stranger and ask if they mind if he sketches them (his mom sculpts, but his passion is in drawing), with the exception of the time he grabbed someone’s chin to make the girl face him so that he could finish his sketch of her.
Wes can be a bit standoffish from his peers. When he was younger, he was made fun of because of his skin tone and hair color, and the fact that he also wore glasses didn’t help. Living pretty much by himself when his mother has a deadline as well has made a lack of companionship easily tolerated. That’s not to say he’s antisocial, he’s nothing of the sort, but he can be by himself without feeling lonely. Company is welcome in his book, even though he unintentionally gives off a “don’t talk to me” air due to the fact that he sketches so much. Some people read when they aren’t doing anything of importance, Wes draws.
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[/u][/center][/size][/font].:Species:. Mortal Human
.:Transportation:. Ford Ranger Pickup, but he prefers walking
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[/u][/center][/size][/font].:Birthplace & Date:. Chicago Illinois; March 4, 1993
.:Family:. Mother: Parker Aspen
.:History:. Wes lives only with his mother nowadays, but a father used to be in the picture. Mortimer “Morty” Aspen lived with his family up to the day he died. The night before Morty died (Wes was almost seven at the time), Wes’s vision got all fuzzy. When the blurriness went away, instead of seeing the kitchen window that he had been looking out of, he saw his father leaning the fire escape rail. He noticed that his father looked tired, like he had just gotten up, and the sky showed dawn. Then the railing gave. The vision faded before Wes could see his father hit the ground. Not knowing what had happened, Wes went to bed without mentioning a thing to either of his parents. Though he doesn’t blame himself for what had happened, Wes wonders what could have happened if he had said something, and why he imagined his father’s death in the first place.
Two weeks after his seventh birthday, Wes was having trouble at school. After being teased all morning about how he looked by the other boys his age, Wes was climbing the jungle gym on the playground. He sat atop the structure after reaching the top for a bit, and then moved to climb back down. He didn’t actually start climbing, however, because the bars closest to his face had started to blur. To be exact, everything had started to turn into a big blur of light and colors. Gripping the jungle gym in fear of seeing something similar to what had happened a few months ago, Wes waited for the blurriness to pass. And he did, but it didn’t go away. When he refused to come down on the grounds that he couldn’t see the teacher whose head was only about a foot and a half below him, Parker was called. Unlike the teachers, she realized that her son wasn’t playing games, and took him to an optometrist. Since then, Wes has been wearing glasses.
Climbing at school was very fun for Wes. At age eight, he had started doodling in his free time at school, but at recess he took a break and climbed the playground structures. That day’s challenge: the old oak tree. It was tall and sturdy, and Wes was confident he wouldn’t fall. Inside the cover of the tree branches, he was hard to see, but the teachers hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t in view yet. Up, up he went. Up, until the limbs showed a way to one of the windows. The window had a rather large sill that had various plants enjoying the sunlight on it. Defiantly wide enough for a second grader to climb onto. And the fact that it was close enough to the roof that he could climb up there as well was a plus. Wes spent the rest of recess, and a good chunk of his science class before the teachers finally found him.
Five years later, Wes’s talent for drawing had grown immensely. If he could see it, he could draw it, and Parker couldn’t be any more proud of her artistic son. Parker was known for being a bit odd (when she talked about “her sweet Wesley” people had trouble determining that she was talking about her son sometimes and not her boyfriend. Not to mention that her days and nights reversed on a regular basis and her reactions could prove unpredictable), but even she thought that Wes’s sleeping habits were not ok. Wes had been having trouble falling asleep lately. He’d lie awake for a long while before sleep claimed him. But as he grew accustomed to it, he didn’t feel tired anymore. But when he started pulling all-nighters, Wes decided he needed something to do that wouldn’t let his mother know he was awake. So on sleepless night number four, Wes started sketching. He started about midnight, and continued to draw all night. Noon the next day, Parker came in to tell Wes some news, thinking that her son was sleeping in because it was Saturday. To her immense surprise, she came into a room with random drawing taped all over the walls and Wes on the bed, still sketching. At Parker’s demand, Wes explained his sleeping problem. His news made Parker sure that moving to Forks was the best thing to do at the moment. Her brother who had lived in Forks had died in a car crash, and had willed his property to his only living family: her. Parker believed the change in scenery would be good for both of them.
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