Post by Danny Hawkson on Jan 26, 2010 15:17:20 GMT -5
( DANIEL GREGORY HAWKSON )
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
The Basic Info
FULL NAME: Daniel Gregory Hawkson
NICKNAME(S): Danny
AGE: 21
GENDER: Male
I LIKE: Females
SPECIES: Shape-Shifter
SPECIAL POWER: rapid healing, strength, speed, wolf telepathy... typical shifter abilities
The Looks
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Dark Brown
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 201 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Due to a round-shaped face, Danny’s facial features take a slightly different perspective than the often angular faces of his ancestors
PLAY BY: Adam Beach
The Personality
LIKES:running, blondes, football, home-made meals, chocolate-covered strawberries, classical cars, monster trucks, nature, dogs, pine trees, dancing, bonfires, kids, irony, snow, swimming, building houses, playing pool
DISLIKES: laziness, vampires, betrayal, excuses, pastel colors, arrogance, heights, loneliness, waiting, bossiness, cats, littering, burned food
STRENGTHS: loyal, helpful, humorous
WEAKNESSES: indecisive, impulsive, impatient
FULL LENGTH PERSONALITY:
Danny doesn’t like being singled out and would rather blend into the crowd. He enjoys the comradeship of others while being content with a low profile, however, his physical appearance makes this difficult when not in LaPush. Danny is a hard worker, content to stay busy and quick to become bored if not. He likes to be doing something versus lounging around and if there’s not any immediately pressing job or task then he can often be found down at the beach swimming laps or running through the many nearby wooded paths. It’s that ability to keep his physical body always in motion that enables him to let his mind rest for without such physical exertion, his conscious is full of endless pondering. He’s a dreamer in some ways; a philosopher in others but one thing for certain is the fact that he purposely avoids such deep thoughts when he can, hence keeping himself too tired to think.
When it comes down to business decisions, Danny is confident and quick but when it regards a more personal choice, he often finds himself wavering between options. He can sometimes feel as if he has a chip on his shoulder, especially after an intense argument with his father, and is most often hesitant then. He knows what the right path is but doesn’t always feel like taking it.
Pent-up emotions periodically overflow and his generally easy-going manner can suddenly become flammable. This short-tempered personality can be totally unexpected and leave as rapidly as it appears. He can harshly criticize someone for clumsily tripping over a tree root at the same time as he is helping them up and visually checking for any injury.
Overall though, he usually has a friendly air about him and is prone to light mischief or gently teasing others. His lack of self confidence with social relationships can often lead him to succumb to peer pressure or other such impulsive decisions. Due to his father’s resistance to show affection, Danny grew up understanding such behavior was kept reserved even while he whole-heartedly desired to feel wanted. This strange mixture of emotion created a man who has difficulties demonstrating certain feelings yet lined with a fierce loyalty and protectiveness amongst those fortunate enough to be considered friends. His loyalty towards his pack remains unwavering and he is quite dependable once he gives his word to commit to something.
The History
DATE OF BIRTH: April 23
PLACE OF BIRTH: LaPush, Washington
CURRENT HOME: LaPush
PARENTS: Stanley “Stan” Hawkson & Shirley Marie Gray-Hawkson (deceased)
SIBLINGS: AnnaMarie (sister, 17 yrs)
IMPORTANT PEOPLE: None
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: None
PETS: None
FULL LENGTH HISTORY:
"The name’s Hawkson, you know, as in Hawkson contracting. Yeah that’s me but my friends all call me Danny. Actually pretty much everyone calls me Danny. It was the nickname my mom had given me when I was just a little brat so it sort of just stuck over the years. I was born on April 23rd. My mom was wonderful. She died though when I was eight. But I guess we have to go back even before then for this to make much sense. You see, my family used to be happy. When my little sister AnnaMarie was born, I don’t think you could find a happier family. My dad was fun back then. I used to love trailing after him like some puppy dog as he worked. Heck, I was hammering nails before I was out of diapers. Life was good back then. AnnaMarie somehow completed the family and it was a great time. Then Mom died.
She was on her way back to LaPush when the car hydroplaned and she crashed. They said she didn’t feel anything. They said she probably didn’t even know what happened. “They” didn’t have to live with my dad. We were all heartbroken. I was eight, AnnaMarie was just four, and Dad couldn’t deal with us anymore. For awhile I’m not even sure he knew if we were home or not, fed or bathed. I took care of my kid sister because I had to. And then a few months after our mom’s death, Stan, er Dad that is, suddenly came crashing back into our lives. It felt like crashing. For the first time ever, he hit me. It was like I became the punching bag for his misery. He’d treat AnnaMarie like gold and never spare a kind word towards me. At first I tried to please him. I’d complete jobs he was hired to do just to save him face. That didn’t help any. Sometimes it even made the situation worse. I got to admit I grew to hate him...still do. When I was old enough, I hit back. We’d really get into outright brawls while AnnaMarie screamed and shouted. I do feel bad she had to be in the middle of it. She can be real annoying sometimes but I love her. I mean she is my kid sister after all. Plus she makes a mess out of her life and someone’s gotta bail her out. Skipping school, even getting caught stealing a candy bar for heaven’s sake; she’d be in a real mess if I wasn’t there to clean it up for her. I think she uses me sometimes, takes it for granted I’ll always be there to help her, you know?
Well anyhow, when I turned sixteen, none of that mattered anymore. You see, that’s when I first shifted. I didn’t have many friends. Okay I didn’t have any. I needed AnnaMarie maybe as much as she needed me. When I shifted that very first time, I was terrified. I didn’t know what was wrong with me and so I hid out at first. Then I showed AnnaMarie one night after making her swear to secrecy repeatedly. I thought she’d run off and never talk to me again but it was she who pointed out all of the Old Stories. She was the one who helped me stay sane in a time when nothing made sense.
Sam introduced himself to me the next day. I never did tell him AnnaMarie knew but he probably already figured that out. It gets rather difficult keeping secrets when you’re a shifter if you know what I mean. So Sam set things straight. At least I got it then. I mean, I understood what was happening but I still didn’t like it much. I hadn’t thought life could get any worse and then suddenly your whole ability to freely choose is stripped away without any notice and certainly no damn apology. Here, be a wolf and protect the people. By the way, the people have no clue and can’t and oh yeah, you might even imprint someday and then even if you’re happily in a relationship with someone, well you just won’t care anymore. Imprinting is messed up if you ask me. I hope it never happens to me. Maybe I’ll just freaking live forever and say screw it all.
I left out the best part about shifting, note the sarcasm here. I guess I got even more withdrawn and moody and my dad figured I was doing drugs. Alright so maybe I didn’t help the situation either. I don’t think it mattered much how well I did in school. It was like my future had already been chosen for me. I quit trying. I even turned in blank tests and just shrugged despondently when someone pointed that out. My grades, which were pretty darn decent, plummeted down the drain and I didn’t care. It made things worse and my dad barely talked to me until I graduated high school and then went on to finish trade school. Hey I was good in trade school. I enjoy working with my hands and I’m good at it. I love building and remodeling, seeing the difference between start and finish. It makes me feel like I’m actually accomplishing something in life that I chose to do on my own. I’m twenty-one now but who knows if that really counts since all of us shifters sort of look the same regardless of age. I figure I’ll be in this early twenties appearance stage for quite awhile.
I started working alongside my dad last year. If I hadn’t, he would have lost the business and we’d have lost the house. Now I pretty much run things but don’t ever tell him that. We call ourselves Hawkson & Hawkson Contracting, or just HHC for short. We argue a lot and things get heated but the final result is always far superior than any competitors and the prices are fair so business isn’t hurting any. I pay the majority of the bills here though since I get most of the jobs myself and now I have to pay AnnaMarie’s way through college so I’m stuck until she graduates. She starts next year. She’s a senior in high school currently. I want her to have the ability to get the heck out of here. At least one of us can have a life somewhere.
Being a shifter ain’t all bad. I mean I sort of like the role of protector. I’m good at it and used to it. And okay yeah, I feel wanted too which didn’t happen too often in my daily life beforehand. I like being part of the pack. I like not having to think sometimes and just doing what I’m told."
The Person Behind The Character
NAME/NICKNAME: heather
AGE: adult
HOW YOU FOUND US: friend
A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF: team jacob
SAMPLE POST:
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
The Basic Info
FULL NAME: Daniel Gregory Hawkson
NICKNAME(S): Danny
AGE: 21
GENDER: Male
I LIKE: Females
SPECIES: Shape-Shifter
SPECIAL POWER: rapid healing, strength, speed, wolf telepathy... typical shifter abilities
The Looks
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Dark Brown
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 201 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Due to a round-shaped face, Danny’s facial features take a slightly different perspective than the often angular faces of his ancestors
PLAY BY: Adam Beach
The Personality
LIKES:running, blondes, football, home-made meals, chocolate-covered strawberries, classical cars, monster trucks, nature, dogs, pine trees, dancing, bonfires, kids, irony, snow, swimming, building houses, playing pool
DISLIKES: laziness, vampires, betrayal, excuses, pastel colors, arrogance, heights, loneliness, waiting, bossiness, cats, littering, burned food
STRENGTHS: loyal, helpful, humorous
WEAKNESSES: indecisive, impulsive, impatient
FULL LENGTH PERSONALITY:
Danny doesn’t like being singled out and would rather blend into the crowd. He enjoys the comradeship of others while being content with a low profile, however, his physical appearance makes this difficult when not in LaPush. Danny is a hard worker, content to stay busy and quick to become bored if not. He likes to be doing something versus lounging around and if there’s not any immediately pressing job or task then he can often be found down at the beach swimming laps or running through the many nearby wooded paths. It’s that ability to keep his physical body always in motion that enables him to let his mind rest for without such physical exertion, his conscious is full of endless pondering. He’s a dreamer in some ways; a philosopher in others but one thing for certain is the fact that he purposely avoids such deep thoughts when he can, hence keeping himself too tired to think.
When it comes down to business decisions, Danny is confident and quick but when it regards a more personal choice, he often finds himself wavering between options. He can sometimes feel as if he has a chip on his shoulder, especially after an intense argument with his father, and is most often hesitant then. He knows what the right path is but doesn’t always feel like taking it.
Pent-up emotions periodically overflow and his generally easy-going manner can suddenly become flammable. This short-tempered personality can be totally unexpected and leave as rapidly as it appears. He can harshly criticize someone for clumsily tripping over a tree root at the same time as he is helping them up and visually checking for any injury.
Overall though, he usually has a friendly air about him and is prone to light mischief or gently teasing others. His lack of self confidence with social relationships can often lead him to succumb to peer pressure or other such impulsive decisions. Due to his father’s resistance to show affection, Danny grew up understanding such behavior was kept reserved even while he whole-heartedly desired to feel wanted. This strange mixture of emotion created a man who has difficulties demonstrating certain feelings yet lined with a fierce loyalty and protectiveness amongst those fortunate enough to be considered friends. His loyalty towards his pack remains unwavering and he is quite dependable once he gives his word to commit to something.
The History
DATE OF BIRTH: April 23
PLACE OF BIRTH: LaPush, Washington
CURRENT HOME: LaPush
PARENTS: Stanley “Stan” Hawkson & Shirley Marie Gray-Hawkson (deceased)
SIBLINGS: AnnaMarie (sister, 17 yrs)
IMPORTANT PEOPLE: None
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: None
PETS: None
FULL LENGTH HISTORY:
"The name’s Hawkson, you know, as in Hawkson contracting. Yeah that’s me but my friends all call me Danny. Actually pretty much everyone calls me Danny. It was the nickname my mom had given me when I was just a little brat so it sort of just stuck over the years. I was born on April 23rd. My mom was wonderful. She died though when I was eight. But I guess we have to go back even before then for this to make much sense. You see, my family used to be happy. When my little sister AnnaMarie was born, I don’t think you could find a happier family. My dad was fun back then. I used to love trailing after him like some puppy dog as he worked. Heck, I was hammering nails before I was out of diapers. Life was good back then. AnnaMarie somehow completed the family and it was a great time. Then Mom died.
She was on her way back to LaPush when the car hydroplaned and she crashed. They said she didn’t feel anything. They said she probably didn’t even know what happened. “They” didn’t have to live with my dad. We were all heartbroken. I was eight, AnnaMarie was just four, and Dad couldn’t deal with us anymore. For awhile I’m not even sure he knew if we were home or not, fed or bathed. I took care of my kid sister because I had to. And then a few months after our mom’s death, Stan, er Dad that is, suddenly came crashing back into our lives. It felt like crashing. For the first time ever, he hit me. It was like I became the punching bag for his misery. He’d treat AnnaMarie like gold and never spare a kind word towards me. At first I tried to please him. I’d complete jobs he was hired to do just to save him face. That didn’t help any. Sometimes it even made the situation worse. I got to admit I grew to hate him...still do. When I was old enough, I hit back. We’d really get into outright brawls while AnnaMarie screamed and shouted. I do feel bad she had to be in the middle of it. She can be real annoying sometimes but I love her. I mean she is my kid sister after all. Plus she makes a mess out of her life and someone’s gotta bail her out. Skipping school, even getting caught stealing a candy bar for heaven’s sake; she’d be in a real mess if I wasn’t there to clean it up for her. I think she uses me sometimes, takes it for granted I’ll always be there to help her, you know?
Well anyhow, when I turned sixteen, none of that mattered anymore. You see, that’s when I first shifted. I didn’t have many friends. Okay I didn’t have any. I needed AnnaMarie maybe as much as she needed me. When I shifted that very first time, I was terrified. I didn’t know what was wrong with me and so I hid out at first. Then I showed AnnaMarie one night after making her swear to secrecy repeatedly. I thought she’d run off and never talk to me again but it was she who pointed out all of the Old Stories. She was the one who helped me stay sane in a time when nothing made sense.
Sam introduced himself to me the next day. I never did tell him AnnaMarie knew but he probably already figured that out. It gets rather difficult keeping secrets when you’re a shifter if you know what I mean. So Sam set things straight. At least I got it then. I mean, I understood what was happening but I still didn’t like it much. I hadn’t thought life could get any worse and then suddenly your whole ability to freely choose is stripped away without any notice and certainly no damn apology. Here, be a wolf and protect the people. By the way, the people have no clue and can’t and oh yeah, you might even imprint someday and then even if you’re happily in a relationship with someone, well you just won’t care anymore. Imprinting is messed up if you ask me. I hope it never happens to me. Maybe I’ll just freaking live forever and say screw it all.
I left out the best part about shifting, note the sarcasm here. I guess I got even more withdrawn and moody and my dad figured I was doing drugs. Alright so maybe I didn’t help the situation either. I don’t think it mattered much how well I did in school. It was like my future had already been chosen for me. I quit trying. I even turned in blank tests and just shrugged despondently when someone pointed that out. My grades, which were pretty darn decent, plummeted down the drain and I didn’t care. It made things worse and my dad barely talked to me until I graduated high school and then went on to finish trade school. Hey I was good in trade school. I enjoy working with my hands and I’m good at it. I love building and remodeling, seeing the difference between start and finish. It makes me feel like I’m actually accomplishing something in life that I chose to do on my own. I’m twenty-one now but who knows if that really counts since all of us shifters sort of look the same regardless of age. I figure I’ll be in this early twenties appearance stage for quite awhile.
I started working alongside my dad last year. If I hadn’t, he would have lost the business and we’d have lost the house. Now I pretty much run things but don’t ever tell him that. We call ourselves Hawkson & Hawkson Contracting, or just HHC for short. We argue a lot and things get heated but the final result is always far superior than any competitors and the prices are fair so business isn’t hurting any. I pay the majority of the bills here though since I get most of the jobs myself and now I have to pay AnnaMarie’s way through college so I’m stuck until she graduates. She starts next year. She’s a senior in high school currently. I want her to have the ability to get the heck out of here. At least one of us can have a life somewhere.
Being a shifter ain’t all bad. I mean I sort of like the role of protector. I’m good at it and used to it. And okay yeah, I feel wanted too which didn’t happen too often in my daily life beforehand. I like being part of the pack. I like not having to think sometimes and just doing what I’m told."
The Person Behind The Character
NAME/NICKNAME: heather
AGE: adult
HOW YOU FOUND US: friend
A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF: team jacob
SAMPLE POST:
Danny had been looking down, his eyes watching the black mutt as she continued her nasal exploration. He had no sooner patted his thigh as signal for Dottie to follow him than a body struck him unexpectedly and smacked against his chest before falling backward. A curse rang out before Danny could stop the verbal lashing, not so much directed towards this newcomer but as a reprimand to himself. What was he thinking, poking around the woods and not even paying attention to someone else approaching? That behavior would go over well with the pack, he thought sarcastically, as he then stared at the female before him. Her apology was answered with a grin but a look of concern was apparent within his gaze as well. She was pretty (okay, very pretty) and if his senses were accurate, she wasn’t human either. Danny supported the lycans and offered his aid of protection willingly. If it were up to him, they’d just kill off the vampires. Every single one.
Squatting down, Danny offered a hand to help her up again. He briefly wondered what in the world she was doing out here alone... did she not realize the blood-suckers could be nearby? This was neutral territory after all. The fact that Danny hadn’t cared about such detail concerning himself was missed. Instead he smiled again, his eyes trailing over her form with the intent to look for injuries. He cleared his throat, peering away then before his sight would linger where it wasn’t exactly common courtesy.
“You alright?” he asked, a bit incredulously. It wasn’t everyday he was caught so off-guard. To make matters worse, Dottie had also sensed something about this girl and was bouncing around like a maniac trying desperately to land a kiss against her cheek. “Dottie, quit it,” he said a bit harshly to the medium sized dog. She at least had the decency to hang her head and aim those sorrowful eyes towards him before sighing and sitting down... right up against the lycan.
“Hey, sorry about that,” Danny continued. “I’m Danny, don’t think we’ve met?” He left the statement ending as a question. They could have previously attended some pack meeting or some other type get-together previously but Danny couldn’t recall at the moment. He did know there were only a couple female lycans, and one of those was Kahlan. He should have known her name then and felt a fool for not remembering. Resorting to a change of subject as his saving grace, Danny waved his hand in the direction of the reservation. “You heading to the beach?” he asked, a passive inquiry as to why she was out here alone.
Squatting down, Danny offered a hand to help her up again. He briefly wondered what in the world she was doing out here alone... did she not realize the blood-suckers could be nearby? This was neutral territory after all. The fact that Danny hadn’t cared about such detail concerning himself was missed. Instead he smiled again, his eyes trailing over her form with the intent to look for injuries. He cleared his throat, peering away then before his sight would linger where it wasn’t exactly common courtesy.
“You alright?” he asked, a bit incredulously. It wasn’t everyday he was caught so off-guard. To make matters worse, Dottie had also sensed something about this girl and was bouncing around like a maniac trying desperately to land a kiss against her cheek. “Dottie, quit it,” he said a bit harshly to the medium sized dog. She at least had the decency to hang her head and aim those sorrowful eyes towards him before sighing and sitting down... right up against the lycan.
“Hey, sorry about that,” Danny continued. “I’m Danny, don’t think we’ve met?” He left the statement ending as a question. They could have previously attended some pack meeting or some other type get-together previously but Danny couldn’t recall at the moment. He did know there were only a couple female lycans, and one of those was Kahlan. He should have known her name then and felt a fool for not remembering. Resorting to a change of subject as his saving grace, Danny waved his hand in the direction of the reservation. “You heading to the beach?” he asked, a passive inquiry as to why she was out here alone.
