Post by CARTER JOEL ASHBY on Jan 17, 2013 15:07:52 GMT -5
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CIVILIAN. ERIN. KELLAN LUTZ. TEACHING ASSISTANT/BODYGUARD. TWENTY-SIX. LOGICAL. ROMANTIC. RUTHLESS.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,386,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width:130px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://dfquahprf1i3f.cloudfront.net/public/system/posters/17711/medium/z1cRJdwZdXys7CbjlU7sWT1uvVL.jpg);][/style] | [style=height: 180px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px;] with an english mother and a slavic father, the values that were instilled in carter were strick and known for his entire life. family was never to be taken for granted, he was a strong individual male and that women were never to be treated with anything less than respect—those were the core lessons that the male learned at an early age when he had taken back to his mother and got a belt and a tongue lashing at the same time for it. carter, a beloved child, was born in rome but very little of that time is remembered because the family packed up and left when his father got into too much heat with the police force there. his father was never a man to tell his secrets and that trait has been passed on to carter as he has always admired his father for everything but his life choices. currently, the two are feuding as carter has taken the position of a bodyguard and his father’s less than angelic profession collides with the two of them—but the girl is beautiful and interesting and carter cannot resist the job, besides, he needs to get back into action. at the age of thirteen, carter had decided that the airforce was his calling after visiting the training facility after his London school dictated the field trip to help get some kind of military interest for the army and navy. the air force was a noble job, the sounds of the jet’s engines whirring, the proud look that every single pilot wore on their face—carter wanted to be that person. at that point, his studies became something of interest to him and he pursued the idea of being an air force pilot became more of a passion and less of a dream. when the male was eighteen, he was able to enlist and with solid grades that had kept him afloat for much of his education, he was able to go into the training program almost instantly. he graduated from high school and then went right into the training program that he had applied for and carter was thrilled for his dream to come true. his childhood dream was unraveling right before his very eyes as his dream slowly began to become a reality and he was able to see that it was going to take a lot of work but carter always had the passion for it. his father could not have been more proud and it was around the time of his second year of training that his mother grew ill and did not recover, she never got to see him graduate but carter knows that she was there, always with him through every step of the way. the process was long and brutal, mentally and physically draining but this is where carter grew from an immature boy into a man. he was forced to be back in his bunks by a certain time and the consequences were severe if broken, and so, carter never broke them. he became a man of the law instead of the reckless teenager that he had been with spray painting graffiti and even dealing with drugs in grade eleven—and yet, his grades never slipped. the male was physically fit, he was rather book smart but his street smarts had always been lacking and it showed with how many thoughtless acts that he performed with his friends. the amount of strength that the male built during his training was substantial and it was crucial to his actual performance which would come only days after graduation. carter was called into duty, though he did not graduate at the top of his class, he was above average and had one of the best aims of his class. called onto a special mission, three men were meant to perform a supply drop for troops that were in a small african country. ”boys, you have a duty to the country and to yourself to drop this cargo and not enter enemy air space. they will not hesitate to shoot down. two planes will be given, each with four packages that are required to be dropped here!”[/i[, the commander’s finger dropping onto a location that was on the map. “sir, yes sir!” the five men replied in unison, as they had always been during their bonding time in the barracks and in training, going through all of it from start to finish and developing a solid friendship in the process. the males saluted to the commander before turning on their heels and heading out of the office with a plan set and two planes waiting for them. carter was the pilot of one of them while his best friend, john, was the other pilot. the five men were in charge of a good chunk of their graduating class and carter was excited, reared to go and anxious to get onto the field and put his training to the test. practice flights and flight simulation was hardly anything that would be compared to the actual execution of a field job, a top secret job no less. he was amazed that they had given the five friends a rather difficult and dangerous task for their first one. carter should have been suspicious but instead, he was pride and exhilarated. the last time that the boys would see each other alive was when they broke apart and headed off to their separate planes to perform what should have been a simple task. keeping in contact, they called each other vulgar names such as “pussy” and “bitch” because that was the kind of relationship that had developed between the boys. it was one that was filled with jokes and laughs and even though the situation was dire, carter was not going to change that—if anything, it helped to lighten the heavy load on their shoulders. they had only been over the airspace for two minutes before the radar picked up a heat seeking kind of missile. “what the fuck!?” carter yelled loudly, steering the plane further into enemy territory and further away from home. the two planes split up, having been flying close to each for the majority of the journey from england to the small african country. the airspace was meant to be occupied and they had gotten clearance by the airport, so who was shooting at them? dodging one of the missiles turned out to be easy and carter with sweat filled palms and narrowing eyes began to concentrate, speaking more formally to his partner who was in the other plane, “drop it. I don’t care, just fucking drop it!”, speaking about the load which was about ten miles off course. carter needed to get the job done but he needed to get the men out of the danger zone as well. hitting the cargo button, he allowed his load to fall out from the back and watched as his partner did the same and confirmed it. carter urged his partner to go ahead of them as one of the loads had gotten stuck on the platform and was now idling sitting there. john, his best friend, tried to convince carter to leave the load but he refused to as it was the misson to empty it all. missles were flying past them and with agile, he avoided most of them but suddenly, carter’s left engine failed and the plane began to spiral. he initiated an evacuation and It was performed with ease, all of the men were left with minor injuries such as broken bones and a few concussions to go around but overwell—they were well and carter was considered a hero. but with a glance to the sky, carter’s mouth fell open and his knees gave out underneath him to both physical and emotional pain as he watched the second plane go up in flames. he was told that john had been trying to call the radio that was strapped to the hip of the weapons expert. while waiting for a reply, he had not seen the missile that came for him and the passengers on the plane and carter watched the pieces of the plane fall from the sky. help was granted easily and only a few weeks later was carter returned back to england, broken and defeated. he was given a medal that he believed was undeserving at the age of twenty two for an act of bravery. a few more missions passed by and the dream of being a pilot was starting to fade, it was not the glory that interested him in the first place but he had glory attached to his uniform—one that was undeserving and unneeded. carter never thought of himself as a hero, he had gotten his best friend and sixteen other close friends killed due to his stupidity. after that day, carter stayed for another two years until he was twenty four years old. the guilt was too much for him and he turned to alcohol, obviously losing his reputation of being the best pilot in the air force. his aim became sloppy and he just stopped caring. a one on one conversation with the prime minister when he was on the cusp of turning twenty five had his head spinning with the new possibility of actually doing something that was worth the medal. sobering up took some time, nearly a full year, but eventually he weaned himself from needing alcohol to actually feel anything and he turned to working out and getting back into shape. he was given an honored discharge from his position as a pilot and began to train in the gym, learning the new techniques that he would have to use for the upcoming career that was offered to him. carter, at the same time, returned back to school for english literature, a passion that he always had as a book is always in his possession, even to this day, he was able to earn his degree while still working to becoming a bodyguard. the use of a gun was re-taught to him in more detail and his fighting skills were put up to par with a personal trainer. he was forced to learn how to speak manipulatively as well, be more of a diplomat but the violence would be used if the situation called for it. the need to hit the target came back in full swing and he was in the shooting range for hours every single day, a way to blow off steam and when he was not physically exhausting himself, he was mentally. his studies were an importance to him once more, becoming a priority, and he felt good again for the first time in a long time. carter actually felt as though he was worth something. now at twenty six, the male has been in his position since his subject has been attending the university. he is not a professor but the male is working his way up as a teaching assistant at the moment, a favorite who even lectures when the professor will permit it. he’s become a stable to the year though, now being his second year in such a high position and enjoying every second of it. secretly, he has another duty as well but that cannot not and will not be known until the time is dire and it’s called for. being a bodyguard for a young, rambunctious kind of girl who likes to let her hair down is tough but carter is hanging in there, he has had a lot worse in his life anyway—or so he thinks. personality adjectives: coy, aggressive, caring, passionate, logical, remorseful, regretful, haunted, skilled, resourceful, intelligent, sweet, romantic, abrasive, blunt, selfless in dire situations, protective, defensive, emotionally weak, sarcastic, bit egotistical, rational, trigger fingered, charming, searching for a meaning, youthful, respectful, leader, outgoing, dogmatic, gullible, self-critical, family-oriented, morally sound, charismatic |
