DARLING, Lanny James
Lanny Darling
Posted: Aug 20 2008, 03:17 PM


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LANNY JAMES DARLING
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I'm the owner, i go by HEIDI.
you know you love me, don't deny it.
my hook-up's at FOX 2686, so stay in touch
my little family consists of ALEX ATWOOD, ALLIE STRIKER & MIKA FIERRO
i came across this dandy little place at ...
am i under fourteen? NO sir!




I M A G I N E D . I D E N T I T Y



...EVERY STORY HAS A START...


FULL NAME: Lanny James Darling
NICKNAMES: Lan, LJ. Usually just Lanny.
AGE: 30
DATE OF BIRTH: April 1st, 1980
OCCUPATION: Struggling author slash waiter
LOCATION: South End



...JUST A MAP OF THE WORLD...


EYES: Blue
HAIR: Dirty blond
HEIGHT: 6'5"
BUILD: He's tall and stocky. Not fat, but definitely has a little padding
ANYTHING ELSE:
- Scar on the back of his neck from being hit by fireworks
- His knees and elbows are have an array of crisscrossing scars from various accidents
- Scar on left forearm from falling on broken glass
PB: Benjamin McKenzie


...WITH THE POWER TO BE...


GENERAL PERSONALITY:
The first thing that has to be mentioned when speaking of Lanny Darling is his sense of humor. He was definitely not hiding in corner when those babies were being handed out. He can see the funny in almost anything, and he often employs this talent. It can get to be a little bit too much though: a lot of the time, he doesn't know when to stop, so he gets annoying. He has also hurt a few people with his jokes, though he never sets out to do so. At times, it seems like he doesn't have a filter that tells him when joking around is acceptable, but in his opinion, there should be room for fun in every situation, and he quite frequently uses humor to avoid uncomfortable situations.

Another thing is that he talks non stop, about everything and nothing. No topic is too lofty, or too trivial for him to address. He has absolutely no qualms about speaking in public, and isn't afraid to share his views with you. His views might not always be something to listen to though: he doesn't always think before he speaks, and he has said some incredibly stupid things as a result of this. He will, however, be the first one to point his mistake out, and laugh at himself for making it. The direct-connection between his thoughts and his mouth also makes for a few awkward situations, usually because he's said something weird that just randomly popped into his head. He is, however, definitely not easily embarrassed and can shrug off just about anything without too much of a fuss. He rarely blushes, and he's generally a hard person to make uncomfortable.

Despite what the verbal diarrhoea indicates, he's actually quite intelligent when it comes down to it. Nothing special, of course, but he does have a brain and has been known to use it from time to time, just for kicks. In school, he got decent grades in most subjects, mostly B's and C's with the occasional D and the occasional A thrown in, just for good measure. His favorite subject in school was English, which happens to be the subject that his mother teaches, and also what his father majored in when he was in college. He has inherited his father's love for words and writing, and always has a notebook with him that. He can often be seen scribbling away in this notebook, but he is very self-conscious about what he writes, and doesn't show it to anyone. He also keeps a journal, but makes damn sure that no one knows about it, and he hides it in a desk drawer, which he keeps locked at all times, more as a habit than out of any necessity for hiding it.

One of the reasons why Lanny didn't do better than he did in school, is his inability to sit still. He's always moving around, to the great annoyance of many other people. When you do manage to get him to sit on his butt in a chair, he'll still move around, doing some for of movement, like jiggling his foot or clicking his pen on and off. In keeping with his inability to sit still, is the fact that he always gesticulates a lot when he's talking. He's liable to smack innocent passers by, or even himself at times, but it's a habit he can't get rid of.

Organization is not exactly Lanny's forté: his apartment, and especially his bedroom, is always littered with clothing and other random items, and his bed is always unmade. It takes ballerina-like skills to navigate over his bedroom floor if you don't want to break anything. There are, however, two spots at his place that are subject to religious tidiness: his bookshelf and his desk. His bookshelf is organised alphabetically by author, and he hates it when people pull out books and put them back in the wrong place. His desk is also meticulous: however much junk is carelessly deposited on the floor, he never leaves things on his desk.

If there is one thing that Lanny hates, it has to be seriousness. He's a very lighthearted guy, and likes to keep things... well, light. For him, it's a requirement that you have a sense of humor if you want to be his friend. If you don't laugh at his jokes - forget it. Even if you're the sweetest person in the world, Lanny won't like you. Actually, he's not that into people who are considered to be 'sweet'. He feels that they are more likely to tell on him when he's pulled some kind of prank, and more likely to judge him for his tricks. He dislikes being judged, but doesn't realize that when he suspects people of judging him, he's ultimately judging them.

When it comes to the opposite sex, Lanny has made up his mind - he loves every last one of them. He's prone to having crushes on a lot of different girls at the same time, but never getting serious with any of them. He might flirt excessively every time he meets a girl, but his attention is fickle, and might be taken the wrong way if you meet him for the first time.

LIKES:
    - Girls
    - His family
    - flirting
    - pranks
    - paintball
    - video games
    - jigsaw puzzles
    - crossword puzzles
    - reading
    - cheesy pick-up lines
    - baseball
    - soccer
    - his friends
    - New York
    - Bandera
    - duct tape
    - lame jokes
    - action movies
    - scuba diving
    - English class
    - pancakes
    - blueberries
    - matches (don't ask)
    - cheeseburgers
    - French fries
    - Chocolate chip milkshakes
    - fresh air
    - his mom's cupcakes
    - sleeping in
    - hiking
    - things that go 'boom'
    - cheese dip
    - tortilla chips
DISLIKES:
    - serious conversations
    - writer's block
    - letting people read his work
    - rude people
    - people with no sense of humor
    - stupidity
    - holy socks
    - fish
    - green beans
    - wearing a suit
    - ketchup
    - restrictive clothing
    - techno music
    - wet socks
    - wet shoes
    - people messing up his bookshelf
STRENGTHS/TALENTS:
    - picking locks (don't ask)
    - English
    - soccer
    - baseball
    - pulling pranks
    - getting into trouble
    - getting out of trouble
    - telling jokes
    - making people laugh
    - saving money
    - procrastination
    - writing
    - working hard
    - speaking in public
    - being creative
    - drawing
WEAKNESSES/BAD-ATS:
    - being serious
    - behaving
    - sitting still
    - math
    - physics
    - chemistry
    - shutting up
    - planning anything other than pranks
    - keeping his pant legs whole
    - staying out of trouble
    - keeping his room tidy
    - writing legibly
    - being on time
    - going to bed at a decent time

...BORN IN BLACK AND WHITE...


PARENTS:
Kurt Darling - father - 52 - real estate agent
Evette [Blake] Darling - 52 - teacher
SIBLINGS:
Cassidy Darling - sister - 32 - journalist
Aiden Darling - brother - 30 - doctor
OTHER SIGNIFICANT FAMILY:
Alexander Darling - paternal grandfather - 81 - retired teacher
Calleigh Kidd - paternal grandmother - deceased
Irina Darling - paternal stepgrandmother - retire hairdresser
Jonathan Blake - maternal grandfather - deceased
Olivia Blake - maternal grandmother - deceased
Davy Darling - uncle - 50 - architect
Simone Darling - aunt - 47 - architect
Brandon Blake - uncle - 71 - retired police officer
Caroline Burke - aunt - 67 - stay-at-home wife
Jeannie Darling - cousin - 28 - teacher
Lindsay Darling - cousin - 26 - architect
Tyler Darling - cousin - 26 - lawyer
Lynette Blake - cousin - 28 - entrepreneur
PLACE OF BIRTH: Bandera, Texas
HISTORY:
Lanny Darling was born on April 1st, 1979, as the last child of Kurt and Evette Darling. His parents were thrilled to have him, though he gave them a little scare by arriving five weeks early. His mother, Evette wasn't due until May, but they had been prepared to deal with complications in connection with the birth, seeing as neither of his older siblings, Aiden and Cassidy, had been brought into the world without some kind of trouble. He spent the first days of his life in an incubator, and his low body weight forced the doctors to tube-feed him if they felt that he hadn't eaten enough. He did, however, pull through it quite easily and his parents were allowed to take him home once he was outside of danger.

The first years of little Lanny's life were absolute bliss. He was close to both his siblings in age, so the three of them could play nicely together, with only the occasional squabble. He did, however, start being a troublemaker at a very early age. Nothing bad, or anything, but he always seemed to have a trick up his sleeve or a prank to pull off. He was also quite the energy bomb, and was always all over the place. His parents watched him as well as they could, but they couldn't put him under constant supervision, so he ended up hurting himself a lot when he was a child. Many of his accidents warranted trips to the emergency room. He's broken both arms a number of times: at one point, he managed to break both at once. He's also broken a few fingers, and sprained his ankle several times. Most would call him unlucky to have broken so many bones, but the fact is that he's been pretty lucky, considering how many times he didn't injure himself seriously. Actually, everything considered, he's been lucky to never really have been in grave medical danger due to his many stunts.

Starting school was an interesting experience for Lanny and his energy. Though his parents had been diligent about watching him, he had been allowed to do pretty much anything he wanted within certain limits. His academic career held a lot of more limits for him, and though he didn't exactly like it, he did rise to the challenge, and came to regard school as somewhat enjoyable, due to all the new friends that he was making.

High school was much the same for him, and he quickly became known as a prankster, but he had a group of friends who liked him, and he never aimed for being well liked by everyone, although he never really made any real enemies either. In fact, he was nothing special in terms of popularity when he was in high school. He wasn't one of the cool kids, and he wasn't one of the nerds: mostly, he was just there.

Upon graduating from high school, he had already made up his mind what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to follow in his father's footsteps, and become a writer. He decided to go to San Antonio College and study English like his father had done, but his college days were more about partying than studying, although he did manage to scrape together a decent, though certainly not impressive, collection of grades. When he graduated, he was eager to get his writing career started, and he moved to Bishop City because he felt that Bandera wasn't a suited environment to write his book in, and, unlike his father, he dreamed rather big and wanted to write the next great American novel. So far, it has been an unsuccessful endeavour though, and at 29, Lanny is getting rather panicked. His father was already published by the end of his college days, and Lanny himself has gotten nowhere near publication, despite it being seven years since he graduated from college. He has long since been forced to take on a job as a waiter at a local diner to get by, which he is worried is interfering with his writing, and his worries are not diminished by all the rejection letters that keep piling up in his mailbox.


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Lanny had no idea what to do. It was Friday night, and he was bored. Very bored. For him, boredom was a rare occurence, but when it hit, it hit him bad. Having always been quite the energy bomb, and in possession of a very creative mind, he could usually find something to keep him occupied. It could be planning a prank, executing a prank, driving Aiden crazy, whatever. Tonight was another story though. He was feeling slightly off color, and was in no mood to plan or execute pranks, and driving Aiden crazy would be difficult tonight, seeing as his older brother was not at home. He could, of course, try driving his sister insane, but it never gave the same satisfaction, because he liked his older sister much better than his older brother, because... well, she was much nicer, for starters.

Staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom, he contemplated his possibilities, letting his gaze wander all over the ceiling, and then around the rest of the room, until it landed on his bookshelf. Pulling himself off the bed, he tiptoed across the room, semi-gracefully avoiding all the items that littered the floor. Both his parents were amazed at his ability to do that: if they tried, they usually ended up stepping on something and breaking it. Needless to say, he got a lot of reprimands from them about keeping his room tidy, but he'd ignored those commands for the better part of fifteen years, so he figured he'd ignore it for a little while longer. Of course, there were areas of his life that were subject to religious organzation: his locker at school, his desk and his bookshelf. He came to a halt in front of the latter, and scanned the titles, which were organized alphabetically by author and title, almost like a miniature library. The collection of books was rather eclectic: Lanny could never make up his mind about what sort of genre he preferred, so he read a little bit of everything. There were biographies, history books, classics, crime novels... pretty much everything you could think of. And yet, amongst all that, he couldn't find a single book he wanted to reread. Sighing, he patted his back pocket, checking to see whether the money he'd put in there earlier were still there. They were, and he headed out of the room, rushing down the stairs. "Hey mom! I'm heading down to Walmart!" His mother replied, somewhat distractedly, from the living room, asking him to pick up some twizzlers for her, which he readily agreed to.

As he walked out the front door, he cursed the fact that he was not yet allowed to drive a car, which he did on a very regular basis. He had a lot of older friends who already had their licences, but it wasn't like he could call them up at nine pm on a Friday and ask them to take him to Walmart. He sighed, longing for his next birthday, which seemed ages away, but was, in fact, not so far off: only a few months, and he'd be able to take the test, and then all he'd need was a car. Lanny wasn't much of a car person: he was definitely not the type of guy that thought much about what kind of car he wanted after he'd finally gotten that covetted licence. For him, cars were for getting from point A to point B, nothing more. Sure, some cars looked nicer than others, but as long as it did what it was supposed to do, he didn't care much.

Arriving at Walmart, he headed straight for the book section, knowing perfectly well where it was, having spent many hours browsing through the selection. He picked his way through the crowd, which wasn't all that big, because everyone else probably had better things to do on a Friday night than go to Walmart. Reaching the book section, he immediately started looking at the titles, quickly picking out ones he hadn't read, and picking up some of the more interesting looking ones to read the blurb on the back. Walking slowly, he traced a finger along the spines of the books, until suddenly he hit something, or rather someone. He quickly turned around, already uttering an apology, then he saw who it was he had bumped into and he started blushing slightly. "Christen, hi." There was a time when she would have been greeted with a big Lanny smile™, and quite possibly a hug, because Lanny liked hugging his gal pals. Now, however, he was feeling more than awkward. Ever since he'd found out about her... syndrome thingy, he'd been feeling weird around him, and that, in turn, made her feel weird around him. He couldn't blame her for that, but he couldn't quite make himself accept that new aspect of her either, even though he sometimes missed the companionship that they had shared. "So... how you been?"


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