Post by Lets_Eat_Paste on Dec 11, 2011 4:06:52 GMT -6
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Character: Kenneth Jude Dahl
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Occupation: Librarian
AI: Rupert Grint
Personality: Kenneth simply doesn’t like to be sad, although his quiet nature might make you think otherwise. Kenneth is shy, but has a soft wit about him and a perpetually warm, inviting smile that can’t help but to shine through. Although it would seem he prefers the company of books to people, this is not the case. He’s actually incredibly social once he opens up and gets past the initial flub-ups of social graces.
History: Kenneth was born in Tottenham, England (or so he assumes) to nameless, feckless parents who left him shortly after his birth in a hospital carport.
Gary Hemingway, a salesman, was visiting his brother-in-law, who was in the hospital after he broke his leg horseback riding. When Gary got out of his car, he heard an awful crying sound somewhere in the carport. Concerned, he looked around, expecting to see a mother carrying a fussy child. But there was no seen source of the sound. He searched and walked until the sound grew louder. He found, finally, a small baby sandwiched between a pillar and a dustbin. Gary didn’t hesitate to pick up the baby and carry him into the hospital for immediate medical care. His brother-in-law would have to wait. Surely he’d understand.
After investigation, doctors realized that this was a baby they had just delivered the previous week. Once they were certain Kenneth was healthy, Gary Hemingway took him to the local orphanage where he lived under Samuel Barker’s care for the next three and a half years.
Samuel Barker owned the orphanage and treated the children well. Especially Kenneth. His story really touched Samuel, so he named the baby after his son who had passed away the previous year in a mugging in London.
Kenneth was a rather reserved child at the orphanage, who played with his toys alone whilst the other kids ran about together. Samuel was really his only friend at the orphanage, but that didn’t seem to bother him. He saw the other kids get into fights, throw sticks at each other, and spit. He decided it was scary away from his toys and books and Samuel.
Which is why when Deidre and Josef Dahl wanted to adopt him, he didn’t want to leave. But there was no denying that instant connection between the three of them, a connection even the shy, three year-old Kenneth could feel. He left with them, but, as required, got frequent check-ups from Samuel until he was adapted well enough in his new environment in his new family. When he was five, his parents adopted a four year old girl named Violet from the same orphanage, and she immediately became not only his sister, but his best friend.
Deidre was a school teacher who taught social studies, and Josef was a civil engineer. So, as expected, Kenneth grew up very educated and very serious about his academics. That’s not to say he didn’t have fun. His parent’s introduced him to classic rock and jazz music and they frequented live performances of underground musicians. Kenneth loved it and was constantly engrossed in it. Often times, in school, he’d find himself humming or singing to himself mid-lesson, mindlessly staring out the window when he got bored (because the subject matter was always far too easy for him), a habit which quickly and frequently got him made fun of.
Kenneth was constantly made fun of throughout primary school, but honestly wasn’t aware of it. He would read his books, listen to his music, play his soccer games and study whilst his sister stood up for him. It wasn’t until Violet was given detention and a busted lip for fighting on the playground did he realize just what was going on. And he retreated even further into his shell.
Eventually, the name calling came to an end and he survived the rest of primary school, making a circle of friends and a bit of a name for himself (that wasn’t “songbird”) on the soccer team.
Secondary school came and he continued his studious, soccer playing ways, but it wasn’t the name “songbird” that was being tossed around. Soon, he was being called a slew of names, “uphill gardener” being amongst the nicest. Kenneth looked them all up and found they all meant the same thing: gay.
It was true. He did like boys, but the accusations his peers made were far from reality. He wasn’t eyeing the other blokes on his soccer team, he wasn’t writing love notes to them in class. He really didn’t like the boys in his class. They were rude and vulgar and their words hurt; why would he fancy a boy like that?
He confided in Violet, who accepted it and supported him as always, but promised not to tell anyone, a promise she kept.
Kenneth didn’t know why it mattered who or what he liked. He thought it was gross Robert Olsen liked that weird girl who ate dirt, but he didn’t judge. Why would anyone judge him for liking Cedric Momsen, the boy in his Biology class who smelled like raspberries and hair gel, with those soft green eyes and dissected his frog with his left hand, but wrote with his right. And there were times when he caught Cedric looking back at him, and he hoped he fancied him back.
But his hopes became reality when Cedric stopped him after school, grabbing him lightly by the hand. “Hey.” He said simply in a shaking, but beautiful voice, “I’m having some trouble with that Biology sheet. Could you maybe come to my house this week and help me with it?”
Cedric didn’t have to ask twice. Kenneth was there that night and they sat in Cedric’s sitting room, the sound of silence filling the air. Kenneth broke it. “What… um… what are we talking about in Biology again?”
“Hormones. Like how mine are going crazy.”
“That’s probably puberty. But, no. I’m pretty sure it was circulatory system.”
“Alright, the heart, then.”
“Okay, well the heart is really interesting. My dad said he was born with a hole in his.”
“No offense, but I don’t want to hear about your dad’s heart. I’d rather hear about yours, Kenneth.”
“Mine?” Kenneth felt his hands go sweaty and his pulse like a machine gun through his veins. “Mine, um… is pumping really fast right now which means that, um… my blood is…”
But Kenneth never finished his sentence because Cedric kissed him full on the lips.
Kenneth was diagnosed with mono later that week, but it was worth it.
He and Cedric would meet after school and walk to Cedric’s house together to work on homework , and kiss on his couch while his parents weren’t home.
Kenneth was happy. He told Violet. He told his parents everything. About his sexuality, they didn’t mind. It didn’t change who he was, it didn’t change their love for them. But about his choice in boyfriend, they weren’t thrilled.
“Cedric Momsen? Really, Kenneth? Of everybody, you pick Cedric Momsen? That good for nothing rat? His parents are noting but horrible wastes of human being, and I don’t think much better of their son. Be careful Kenneth.” His father warned. But Kenneth blew it off, insisting he was fine and that Cedric was a great guy.
Until Kenneth told him that he told his parents.
“You did what?”
“I told my parents. They were really very cool about it. They love me. Did you tell yours?”
“Of course not! They’d kill me! Once one parent knows, they all know!” Cedric turned to run off.
“Cedric, wait, let’s talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about because, because… I’m… I’m breaking up with you!”
It wasn’t long until Cedric joined in the taunts.
It was then Deidre and Josef decided it was time to move school districts.
Kenneth made a new start and made new friends. Not everyone was accepting of his sexuality, but no one gave him a hard time about it, either. There a few boys here and there that got his fancy or whose fancies he caught, but with his heart broken, he couldn’t think to deal with that.
That year, Samuel called, saying that his birth mother wanted to see him. “Why would I want to meet someone who would leave a baby in a carport? I’m perfectly happy with my REAL parents, thanks.” It was hardly a difficult decision to make. He loved his parents and they loved him. He loved his sister more than anything, and she reciprocated that. Life was looking up.
Through the remainder of his secondary schooling, he became more confident in who he was and though still shy made a nice circle of friends, some of which he still keeps in contact with.
Kenneth went to Bristol University as a Literature Major and fell head over heels with a Theatre Major named Timothy Stauton, a young man he dated his first year of university. He had dark black hair, a perpetually scruffy chin, and grey eyes that made him melt. They dated in secret because Timothy had yet to come out to his family, but were very happy. When Timothy finally did tell his loved ones, they cut him off and out of his life. He hung himself in the bathroom stall at Starbucks. Kenneth hasn’t dated since, but doesn’t let the death of Timothy haunt him anymore. Now, it’s just about finding the right guy, and not so much about getting over it.
Currently, Kenneth is studying abroad in Paris as a Literature Major, working in a library, which he loves. The smell of books everywhere, free check-outs. As of now, Kenneth Dahl couldn’t be happier, and his family couldn’t be happier for him.
Character: Kenneth Jude Dahl
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Occupation: Librarian
AI: Rupert Grint
Personality: Kenneth simply doesn’t like to be sad, although his quiet nature might make you think otherwise. Kenneth is shy, but has a soft wit about him and a perpetually warm, inviting smile that can’t help but to shine through. Although it would seem he prefers the company of books to people, this is not the case. He’s actually incredibly social once he opens up and gets past the initial flub-ups of social graces.
History: Kenneth was born in Tottenham, England (or so he assumes) to nameless, feckless parents who left him shortly after his birth in a hospital carport.
Gary Hemingway, a salesman, was visiting his brother-in-law, who was in the hospital after he broke his leg horseback riding. When Gary got out of his car, he heard an awful crying sound somewhere in the carport. Concerned, he looked around, expecting to see a mother carrying a fussy child. But there was no seen source of the sound. He searched and walked until the sound grew louder. He found, finally, a small baby sandwiched between a pillar and a dustbin. Gary didn’t hesitate to pick up the baby and carry him into the hospital for immediate medical care. His brother-in-law would have to wait. Surely he’d understand.
After investigation, doctors realized that this was a baby they had just delivered the previous week. Once they were certain Kenneth was healthy, Gary Hemingway took him to the local orphanage where he lived under Samuel Barker’s care for the next three and a half years.
Samuel Barker owned the orphanage and treated the children well. Especially Kenneth. His story really touched Samuel, so he named the baby after his son who had passed away the previous year in a mugging in London.
Kenneth was a rather reserved child at the orphanage, who played with his toys alone whilst the other kids ran about together. Samuel was really his only friend at the orphanage, but that didn’t seem to bother him. He saw the other kids get into fights, throw sticks at each other, and spit. He decided it was scary away from his toys and books and Samuel.
Which is why when Deidre and Josef Dahl wanted to adopt him, he didn’t want to leave. But there was no denying that instant connection between the three of them, a connection even the shy, three year-old Kenneth could feel. He left with them, but, as required, got frequent check-ups from Samuel until he was adapted well enough in his new environment in his new family. When he was five, his parents adopted a four year old girl named Violet from the same orphanage, and she immediately became not only his sister, but his best friend.
Deidre was a school teacher who taught social studies, and Josef was a civil engineer. So, as expected, Kenneth grew up very educated and very serious about his academics. That’s not to say he didn’t have fun. His parent’s introduced him to classic rock and jazz music and they frequented live performances of underground musicians. Kenneth loved it and was constantly engrossed in it. Often times, in school, he’d find himself humming or singing to himself mid-lesson, mindlessly staring out the window when he got bored (because the subject matter was always far too easy for him), a habit which quickly and frequently got him made fun of.
Kenneth was constantly made fun of throughout primary school, but honestly wasn’t aware of it. He would read his books, listen to his music, play his soccer games and study whilst his sister stood up for him. It wasn’t until Violet was given detention and a busted lip for fighting on the playground did he realize just what was going on. And he retreated even further into his shell.
Eventually, the name calling came to an end and he survived the rest of primary school, making a circle of friends and a bit of a name for himself (that wasn’t “songbird”) on the soccer team.
Secondary school came and he continued his studious, soccer playing ways, but it wasn’t the name “songbird” that was being tossed around. Soon, he was being called a slew of names, “uphill gardener” being amongst the nicest. Kenneth looked them all up and found they all meant the same thing: gay.
It was true. He did like boys, but the accusations his peers made were far from reality. He wasn’t eyeing the other blokes on his soccer team, he wasn’t writing love notes to them in class. He really didn’t like the boys in his class. They were rude and vulgar and their words hurt; why would he fancy a boy like that?
He confided in Violet, who accepted it and supported him as always, but promised not to tell anyone, a promise she kept.
Kenneth didn’t know why it mattered who or what he liked. He thought it was gross Robert Olsen liked that weird girl who ate dirt, but he didn’t judge. Why would anyone judge him for liking Cedric Momsen, the boy in his Biology class who smelled like raspberries and hair gel, with those soft green eyes and dissected his frog with his left hand, but wrote with his right. And there were times when he caught Cedric looking back at him, and he hoped he fancied him back.
But his hopes became reality when Cedric stopped him after school, grabbing him lightly by the hand. “Hey.” He said simply in a shaking, but beautiful voice, “I’m having some trouble with that Biology sheet. Could you maybe come to my house this week and help me with it?”
Cedric didn’t have to ask twice. Kenneth was there that night and they sat in Cedric’s sitting room, the sound of silence filling the air. Kenneth broke it. “What… um… what are we talking about in Biology again?”
“Hormones. Like how mine are going crazy.”
“That’s probably puberty. But, no. I’m pretty sure it was circulatory system.”
“Alright, the heart, then.”
“Okay, well the heart is really interesting. My dad said he was born with a hole in his.”
“No offense, but I don’t want to hear about your dad’s heart. I’d rather hear about yours, Kenneth.”
“Mine?” Kenneth felt his hands go sweaty and his pulse like a machine gun through his veins. “Mine, um… is pumping really fast right now which means that, um… my blood is…”
But Kenneth never finished his sentence because Cedric kissed him full on the lips.
Kenneth was diagnosed with mono later that week, but it was worth it.
He and Cedric would meet after school and walk to Cedric’s house together to work on homework , and kiss on his couch while his parents weren’t home.
Kenneth was happy. He told Violet. He told his parents everything. About his sexuality, they didn’t mind. It didn’t change who he was, it didn’t change their love for them. But about his choice in boyfriend, they weren’t thrilled.
“Cedric Momsen? Really, Kenneth? Of everybody, you pick Cedric Momsen? That good for nothing rat? His parents are noting but horrible wastes of human being, and I don’t think much better of their son. Be careful Kenneth.” His father warned. But Kenneth blew it off, insisting he was fine and that Cedric was a great guy.
Until Kenneth told him that he told his parents.
“You did what?”
“I told my parents. They were really very cool about it. They love me. Did you tell yours?”
“Of course not! They’d kill me! Once one parent knows, they all know!” Cedric turned to run off.
“Cedric, wait, let’s talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about because, because… I’m… I’m breaking up with you!”
It wasn’t long until Cedric joined in the taunts.
It was then Deidre and Josef decided it was time to move school districts.
Kenneth made a new start and made new friends. Not everyone was accepting of his sexuality, but no one gave him a hard time about it, either. There a few boys here and there that got his fancy or whose fancies he caught, but with his heart broken, he couldn’t think to deal with that.
That year, Samuel called, saying that his birth mother wanted to see him. “Why would I want to meet someone who would leave a baby in a carport? I’m perfectly happy with my REAL parents, thanks.” It was hardly a difficult decision to make. He loved his parents and they loved him. He loved his sister more than anything, and she reciprocated that. Life was looking up.
Through the remainder of his secondary schooling, he became more confident in who he was and though still shy made a nice circle of friends, some of which he still keeps in contact with.
Kenneth went to Bristol University as a Literature Major and fell head over heels with a Theatre Major named Timothy Stauton, a young man he dated his first year of university. He had dark black hair, a perpetually scruffy chin, and grey eyes that made him melt. They dated in secret because Timothy had yet to come out to his family, but were very happy. When Timothy finally did tell his loved ones, they cut him off and out of his life. He hung himself in the bathroom stall at Starbucks. Kenneth hasn’t dated since, but doesn’t let the death of Timothy haunt him anymore. Now, it’s just about finding the right guy, and not so much about getting over it.
Currently, Kenneth is studying abroad in Paris as a Literature Major, working in a library, which he loves. The smell of books everywhere, free check-outs. As of now, Kenneth Dahl couldn’t be happier, and his family couldn’t be happier for him.
