Post by hayley on Jul 2, 2012 2:18:41 GMT -5
RANDALL CRAWFORD
full name Randall Owen Crawford
nicknames Randie
type original
gender male
age twenty-four
birthday January, first
group local
clique N/A
grade not applicable
sexuality bisexual
occupation bookshop owner
face claim Justin Chatwin
alias hayley
persona
Paternal. Protective. Considerate. Studious. Inquisitive. Poetic. Sarcastic. Receptive. Easily Amused. Intelligent. Opinionated. Indecisive. Adventerous. Quiet. Stubborn. Shy. Thinker. Romantic.
life
Randall Crawford had always dreamed of becoming a doctor, or at least the man hoped to pursue a career within the medical field. He had grown up in a broken home on the outskirts of Philadelphia, consisting of many step parents and half siblings, and not to mention the constant physical arguments. Although, despite his disfunctional family, Randall had coped with his background in a positive manner. He was very serious about his studies, and indulged himself in many things he found interesting; such as poetry and writing. He mainly used these things as an escape in his adolescent years, and grew to enjoy them even more once he reached adulthood. Frequently, he also considered becoming an author if his primary goals failed.
After graduating high school, Randie attended his state university, and joined one of the pre-med programs. It was during college where he met the love of his life. He had never taken much interest in the girls at his school, more to the fact he thought of himself to be awkward, and was usually at a loss for words since he was prone to shyness around the opposite sex. Her name was Sarah O'Riley, a Biology major, who attended a few of his classes and fortunately took the same train home as he did. It had been down pouring one afternoon once they had finished their noon classes, and they both ended up bolting for their ride home. That day was the day Sarah had first spoken to him, raindrop lets running down her face and hair in beads, her blue eyes shining, and dimpled cheeks spread in an exhausted smile as she grabbed a seat next to him. They spoke of each other's families on the ride home, and talked about their future goals and desires.
Before her stop, Sarah had jotted down her number for Randie, and from that day on the rest was history. Much like all relationships, Randall and Sarah's took it's course, and the odds actually worked out in their favor. They dated for two years and shortly after Sarah was pregnant. The following nine months, the couple was blessed with a baby boy, and decided on naming him Brandon after Sarah's father who had died from cancer. Once Brandon turned three, Randall and Sarah planned on living together, and wanted to get an apartment somewhere decent in the city. While driving around the neighborhood house searching, a series of accidents occurred. Randall took a wrong turn up a one way street, tried avoiding a small child on a bike, and collided with another vehicle heading down the street. The last thing he heard was a scream, screeching of tires, and the windshield glass shattering. Randall awoke moments latter with a persistent ringing in his ears, a pounding in his head, and he felt clammy and numb throughout his body. Flashes and sirens could be heard all around him, and paramedics helped him up onto a stretcher.
He was drifting in and our of consciousness, and finally awakened in the hospital the next day. A doctor notified him about the terrible news that his fiancee died during the night. Although he was broken and felt dead inside, Randie had no time for grief, since he still had Brandon to care for. Randall dropped out of school in order to provide for his three year old son, considering his family wasn't able to help him, and he was usually never in contact with any of them. Instead, Randall trained to be an electrican a year later, and in his free time worked even more to expand his writing hobby. Eventually, he got in contact with an old friend who owned a bookshop in Maryland, and figured he'd manage it along with them. Today, he resides in Maryland, trying to make a fresh start with his life and his son. He still helps run the bookshop, and hopes to go back to school once Brandon's older to become a nurse. As of now, he's still trying to put the pieces of himself back together, even though he's attempted to stay strong for his boy.
roleplaying sample
Buisness had been slow that fine Tuesday morning, and Randie was succumbed to boredom. Running the shop by himself tended to get lonely, and considering he was the co-owner, he had no other employee to take over. The guy had made a mental note to himself nearly a week ago to place a hiring sign near the store window, but as always he was easily distracted with his interests. Gandering absently out of the shop window, he watched the minimal hustle and bustle throughout his location in the area, and sighed. Of course, it wasn't uncommon for people to have visiting a bookstore at the bottom of their agenda. Puckering his lips sideward, Randall noncommitaly shrugged to himself, and attached his attention back to his book. His features were relaxed and thoughtful as he scanned the pages. A teacup rested near him upon the front desk where he had his feet up, which he mechanically reached for every so often while reading. He was skimming through one of his favorite poetry books, turning the pages at intervals, until he found one he liked and hated simultaneously. It was, The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe. Grinning to himself, was surprise this was even in this book. It hadn't been a poem he had read since high school, and he hastily slammed the book shut once he finished reading. He was doing it again. Thinking. The accident wasn't something Randall enjoyed thinking about. His eyes became glossy, and his throat tightened with a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. No. He wouldn't break down during work. That was ridiculous. He was being ridiculous, and with those thoughts being pushed to the back of his mind for the umpteenth time, Randie went back to the shop to find a box of books he could hopefully stack on the shelves. Usually, he despised doing this, but he knew it'd at least take his mind off the melancholy thought-provoking demons.
other characters N/A
