Post by Dan Humphrey on Aug 17, 2008 20:48:44 GMT -5
` run Dan Humphrey, run
"Somehow, everything's gonna fall, right in to place"
` are you with me,
Age19 .
Experience7 years of RP experience, 3 years as a vbulletin moderator/administrator .
contact inforubberduckette@hotmail.com .
How you found usFound you through GGonline .[/size][/ul]
` there's no turning back,
NICKNAMES .Dan
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH .17 [April 17th, 1991]
SEXUALITY . Straight Arrow.
FACE CLAIM . Penn Badgley[/size][/ul]
` i'll be waiting,
WEIGHT 175 lbs.
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS None .
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES His brown eyes, short haircut .
PHYSICAL FLAWS . Disproportionate ears, mole on his arm, second toe longer than his big toe.
PERSONAL STYLE . Dan's personal style is comfortable chic. He isn't afraid of layering, as is often seen through his checkered shirts over his polos. He frequently wears jeans and cords. And of course, during the school week, he is in the trademark St. Jude's uniform, of a yellow shirt, blue pants and jacket and the yellow and red striped tie.[/size][/ul]
` lace up your shoes,
DISLIKES . Fakes, most Upper East Siders, being caught in difficult situations, dishonesty, waking up early, the icecapades, masquerade balls, prepster-style clothing, scene bands, wearing expensive clothes
STRENGTHS . He's extremely smart. He's loyal to his family. He is good at sticking to his dreams.
WEAKNESSES . He tends to be overly self-righteous. He can often be judgemental without cause. He often jumps to conclusions before finding out the real story.
GOALS . He wants to make it into Dartmouth. He wants to become a writer after school.
FEARS . Disappointing his parents. That his lack of legacy-status will prevent him from getting into Dartmouth. He fears most of all the strange realationship that he and Serena has. He doesn't like how complex she is.
SECRETS .He reads Gossip Girl's Blog. He is still in love with Vanessa, although he is not ready to admit it.
OVERALL . As much as Dan Humphrey might like to believe that he's not complicated, in truth, he is probably more complex than his girlfriend [or ex-girlfriend], Serena van Der Woodsen. But he can be more than a little confusing at times. In truth, more times than not. Dan Humphrey tends to have a rambling problem, where he just talks and talks and talks, so much that it can get exhaustive at times [although it is what makes Dan-Dan-his inability to just keep quiet]. He tends to jump to conclusions a lot, and this can hurt the people that care about him, Serena tending to receive the biggest part of that [although in truth, she does play him hot and cold at times, so she deserves what she gets, to an extent]. He also tends to have his father's sense of humor which can be more than a little embarassing at times. Like his Dartmouth joke in his usher audtition.
In addition, Dan Humphrey can be extremely self-righteous. Like Gossip Girl has said, he is the 'moral compass' of the group of St. Jude's students, and if he has a problem, he's certainly not going to be quiet about it. He tends to hold himself in high esteem [not to the point of being conceited, but he definitely sees himself as morally superior to the vast majority of Upper East Siders] and is rarely willing to compromise himself for anything. In fact, the only time we've ever seen him really compromise himself is with Georgina Sparks, and we know from his demeanor that he hated every second of it. But as Blair Waldorf has said, "It was nice to see him get his hands dirty for a change." Because it's the first time where we see Dan Humphrey really feel compromised about himself, and we see the ramifications of it afterwards, in his breakup with Serena. As much as Dan tries to pin most of the breakup on Serena, at the end of the day, he can't forgive the fact that he 'might as well have' slept with Georgina, and Serena is a reminder of that for him.
In addition, Dan Humphrey can also be brutally sarcastic at times. We see this coming out most often when he is upset or angry. He tends to be a brooder, and can be a bit melodramatic about things, but that is probably the creative in him [after all, he does want to be a writer]. He can't just let anything go. He has to absolutely make a big deal about everything. And he often makes it known that something is a big deal through sarcasm, like when Alison was eating waffles with Rufus and Jenny at the breakfast table.
And, although he will never admit it, as much as he says that he hates Blair Waldorf, a large of part of him is Blair Waldorf. While Blair goes through binges of self-doubt and feeling like she isn't good enough, Dan goes through the same thing in regards to his social status. He has made it clear that he worries that his smarts won't be enough to get him in when he is competing against legacies from Upper East Side families. They can also share the same train when it comes to messed up families. Blair's dad cheated on her mother with a man [and ultimately left her], and Dan's mom cheated with a guy in Hudson and ultimately divorced his father. Oh yes, perhaps Dan loathes Blair so much because Blair reminds him a lot of himself. And maybe he's not willing to deal with that.[/size][/ul]
` don't tell a soul goodbye,
FATHER . Rufus Humphrey :: Early 40s :: Art Gallery owner/former Rockstar
MOTHER . Allison Humphrey::Early 40s :: Artist
SIBLINGS . Jenny Humphrey:: 15 :: Student at Constance Billard School for Girls::
OTHER FAMILY . N/A
HISTORY . Daniel Humphrey was born to Rufus and Alison Humphrey in the spring of 1990. The son of an artist and a 'one hit wonder' [as his father prefers to be called], he grew up with modest upbringings, living in the humble yet quaint Humphrey loft. As a child, he was always the creative, and clearly smart. While Rufus was out on the road a lot, Alison made sure that Dan was ready for school, even from a young age, and it was clear that Dan was intelligent. He was already reading simple books by the age of four, and he loved to make up stories to tell his mother.
It was also in these earlier years that his sister Jenny was born. Dan took the job of being a big brother extremely seriously. Although he did not want to help change Jenny's stinky diapers, if she was crying, he was usually the first person to check on her in her crib, making sure that his mother was going to come in and give her everything that she needed. He understood that he had to do everything he could to protect her, and even today a big part of Dan's life involves looking out for his sister [even if he does it in outlandish methods like sending pictures of her gay boyfriend to Gossip Girl].
For elementary school, Dan attended a public school, and it was clear that he was intelligent. One of the top students in his class, he was always prepared and ready to go, and he always did his homework. While this made him popular with the teachers, with the kids, not so much. In fact, Dan Humphrey was viewed as quite the nerd and he was generally picked on by the other students. But he never really paid much mind. As long as he made his parents proud, and he had his family, then he was alright.
When it was time for Middle school, Dan's academic excellence in his classes was certainly noted, especially by the St. Jude's School for Boys, and he earned a partial scholarship to the school. Although they didn't have the best salaries in the world, the partial scholarship was enough to send Dan to the school. By this time Rufus had settled down and was now the owner of a small gallery in Brooklyn, where he displayed works from local artists for sale.
Again, Dan didn't really fit in with his other classmates. Unlike the other boys who basically used to sit around class doing nothing, Dan worked and paid attention in class. And it was frustrating when Nate Archibald, who couldn't memorize his way out of a paper bag, got the same mark you did on an oral presentation, just because he was an Archibald. Dan just didn't fit in with these Upper East Side kids and their fancy ways. Not at all. He was the kid from the other side of the tracks.
Until he met Serena van der Woodsen. At a ninth grade party, she was the only person to say hi to him, and from that moment on, he was completely smitten with her. Every day he looked for her just to watch her, see how pretty he was, although he was convinced she was waaaay out of his league. So he went for the next best option, his best friend since childhood, Vanessa Abrams.
Except there was one problem. He told her that he loved her, and she told him to take it back [because she was moving from New York]. And she left. Dan was back again alone, and in that time, Serena had left as well, so he was completely alone, except for his family.
Except Serena came back. And a perchance encounter brought them together. Serena finally noticed Dan, and although the path leading up to it was difficult, they eventually went out on a date and became an official couple, much to the chagrin and mystery of their friends. [Oh, we should also mention that Jenny became a freshman that year too]. But then Vanessa came back. Looking for Dan. But Dan had moved on. So that just made things weird between them. Caught between a rock and a hard place was a pretty good description for Dan's current state.
Except he chose Serena, because in his eyes, that was the only option. And sure, no relationship was perfect, but it was pretty solid for them-until of course Georgina Sparks [Serena's psycho ex-best friend] waltzed into the picture. Posing as a girl called Sarah, she managed to work Dan and earn his trust and hang out with him. Then when she was busted she formed some drab story about an abusive boyfriend. But of course, in waltz Blair Waldorf and well, in crazy psycho, she could have a doctorate. So she took care of Georgie [for now at least].
But that still left Serena and Dan. Dan just couldn't get over what Serena had done/said, and he couldn't get over his own guilt. So he ended things. Except now he wants her back. But the question is...will Serena want him after a whole summer? [/size][/ul]
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So, along with being high and getting herself into trouble, Virginie also had another passion: food. When she wasn't hanging around with Allegra or causing mischief, she was out eating and drinking, sometimes alone, sometimes not. Today, she would not be alone. In fact, she would be in the company of a friend, Maxwell, whom she hadn't seen in a while. She was trying to do the rounds of her phone this summer in the hangout, and was attempting to spend time with each person in her phone at least once [which was proving to be a formidable challenge, since she had over 300]. Some were just more cause she didn't have the energy to delete them, but Max wasn't the case. She actually quite liked him, and so she didn't mind spending time with him, doing one of her favorite things. Eating. Although it would probably come with a lot of drinking too, since there was a 'lounge' at the Araxi, which she knew was just a fancy way of saying bar. And when the words bar and Virginie weren't attached, there was major trouble in Whistler. She knew she should probably kick her habits [her liver would certainly thank her]. But every day she always said she'd stop 'tomorrow', and that's how it had been for the last erm...fiveish years. She could probably be classified an alcoholic by nature, but she didn't really see that. As far as she was concerned, she was just 'living life' and as long as she was smart and didn't end up pregnant, then it was all good, as far as she was concerned. And well, she'd been on the pill since she was 15, so she had the strange feeling it would be 'all good' for a while. And that was exactly how she liked it. She'd never been a fan of the whole 'growing up' thing in life. The most she'd ever grown up was long enough to make it through college and university to get her degree, and even then, if she wasn't the one who had started passing out the party invites, she was the one crashing the party. She had a feeling her parents' status was always what had kept her in her teacher's classrooms, rather than her 'naturally alluring' personality and good looks. Cause other than that, she knew she didn't have much to offer.
Which was why her job was extremely good for her. See, working as a radio DJ for 99.9 the buzz meant that Virginie was put into contact every day with her kind of people. People who were immature, plastered or high, and who didn't really give a fuck about what was going on in the outside world, so long as their little bubble was full of fresh air. Well, maybe not the cigarette smokers, but so long as no one clouded their vision. And that was good, because it was a public she could identify with, and it made her relatable. Which was probably why the executives at the station hadn't fired her yet. That and she tended to go to work sometimes wearing short shorts, so if she had to bend over for whatever reason, she was giving away a pretty nice free show, and well, at the end of the day, it was good for office morale, considering mostly guys worked there. Horny, perverted guys her age or just slightly older. So yeah, they kept her around. And so what if she may have showed up late to work every now and then? She had long since learned that her looks could get her by in extreme situations, and the minute you mentioned 'date' or you said something in the slightest dirty way, then you were back in people's good graces. Yup, she loved her job, and well, her job loved her. They were a match made in heaven, and if they even tried to fire her, hell hath no fury like teenage boy fans scorned.
So it was okay for her to do a lot of these random 'soirees' with people that she had in her phone. Maxwell was no exception. She'd already seen him before during the summer, but well, Mercy Meadows was next on her list, and Mercy was a bit of a whiner, so she decided that she wouldn't waste a perfectly good evening on her. She'd have to stick her in in one of her group outings, where she could pack in several annoying people at a movie with limited conversation all at once. And then she could sight having to work the next day as an excuse to leave, and then make a run for a bar somewhere. Or go meet up with Allegra. Whichever was closer. But Max was cool, so he got special one on one time with her. In truth, that honor was reserved for only a select few, so he should feel honored, but she wasn't that conceited, or that much of a bitch to actually tell him that. Plus if she ever decided to invite him to something in groups, she didn't want him feeling weird and getting the false impression that she thought he was annoying. Nope, cause that wasn't at all the case.
She'd chosen the Araxi as per a suggestion from a friend. Whistler didn't have a ton of restaurants, but it had a good selection, and well, she'd never been here before. Admittedly, she was curious and wanted to see what the fuss was all about. It had to be good if it had been open for 20 years, right? Pulling her car into the parking lot, she chose a spot and slammed her door behind her as she got out. She had an automatic locking system so she waited for the 'click-click' that came after every time she closed her door, and then rushed inside. She was very shockingly on time for her reservation, and was actually a little early. Walking up to the waitress desk, she told her she had a reservation for two, and the girl ushered her over to her table. Admittedly, the atmosphere was nice, and on the terrace where they were to be seated, there was a nice breeze. Letting her hair out of the loose bun it'd been in before, Virginie set down her purse and sat down. Taking one of her feet slightly out of its shoe, she swung it gently beneath the table, crossing her legs and placing one arm on her lap lazily. Her hair rustling gently in the wind, she looked like some modern-day Greek goddess, looking out at the sun, which was just starting to set beyond the mountains that made Whistler home.
She loved the night because of that. No matter how plastered or high she might be, nothing could stop the amazement of watching the sun go down in the sky, covering the mountains slowly in a thick, dark shadow, making them slightly ominous yet entirely beautiful at the same time. She was glad she had moved to Whistler from Quebec, mostly because of this. At heart, for a person as complicated as she liked to sometimes pretend that she was, she was really simple, and enjoyed the same things as everyone else. And that was okay, as long as she was the only one that knew that. Well, her and a select few. Mostly the people she had trouble swearing at or telling off. Her friends. The people that really made Whistler feel like home when it was a whole country away basically, from where she'd grown up and learned to live life. The place where she'd formed he habits and found her own identity.
Which was why her job was extremely good for her. See, working as a radio DJ for 99.9 the buzz meant that Virginie was put into contact every day with her kind of people. People who were immature, plastered or high, and who didn't really give a fuck about what was going on in the outside world, so long as their little bubble was full of fresh air. Well, maybe not the cigarette smokers, but so long as no one clouded their vision. And that was good, because it was a public she could identify with, and it made her relatable. Which was probably why the executives at the station hadn't fired her yet. That and she tended to go to work sometimes wearing short shorts, so if she had to bend over for whatever reason, she was giving away a pretty nice free show, and well, at the end of the day, it was good for office morale, considering mostly guys worked there. Horny, perverted guys her age or just slightly older. So yeah, they kept her around. And so what if she may have showed up late to work every now and then? She had long since learned that her looks could get her by in extreme situations, and the minute you mentioned 'date' or you said something in the slightest dirty way, then you were back in people's good graces. Yup, she loved her job, and well, her job loved her. They were a match made in heaven, and if they even tried to fire her, hell hath no fury like teenage boy fans scorned.
So it was okay for her to do a lot of these random 'soirees' with people that she had in her phone. Maxwell was no exception. She'd already seen him before during the summer, but well, Mercy Meadows was next on her list, and Mercy was a bit of a whiner, so she decided that she wouldn't waste a perfectly good evening on her. She'd have to stick her in in one of her group outings, where she could pack in several annoying people at a movie with limited conversation all at once. And then she could sight having to work the next day as an excuse to leave, and then make a run for a bar somewhere. Or go meet up with Allegra. Whichever was closer. But Max was cool, so he got special one on one time with her. In truth, that honor was reserved for only a select few, so he should feel honored, but she wasn't that conceited, or that much of a bitch to actually tell him that. Plus if she ever decided to invite him to something in groups, she didn't want him feeling weird and getting the false impression that she thought he was annoying. Nope, cause that wasn't at all the case.
She'd chosen the Araxi as per a suggestion from a friend. Whistler didn't have a ton of restaurants, but it had a good selection, and well, she'd never been here before. Admittedly, she was curious and wanted to see what the fuss was all about. It had to be good if it had been open for 20 years, right? Pulling her car into the parking lot, she chose a spot and slammed her door behind her as she got out. She had an automatic locking system so she waited for the 'click-click' that came after every time she closed her door, and then rushed inside. She was very shockingly on time for her reservation, and was actually a little early. Walking up to the waitress desk, she told her she had a reservation for two, and the girl ushered her over to her table. Admittedly, the atmosphere was nice, and on the terrace where they were to be seated, there was a nice breeze. Letting her hair out of the loose bun it'd been in before, Virginie set down her purse and sat down. Taking one of her feet slightly out of its shoe, she swung it gently beneath the table, crossing her legs and placing one arm on her lap lazily. Her hair rustling gently in the wind, she looked like some modern-day Greek goddess, looking out at the sun, which was just starting to set beyond the mountains that made Whistler home.
She loved the night because of that. No matter how plastered or high she might be, nothing could stop the amazement of watching the sun go down in the sky, covering the mountains slowly in a thick, dark shadow, making them slightly ominous yet entirely beautiful at the same time. She was glad she had moved to Whistler from Quebec, mostly because of this. At heart, for a person as complicated as she liked to sometimes pretend that she was, she was really simple, and enjoyed the same things as everyone else. And that was okay, as long as she was the only one that knew that. Well, her and a select few. Mostly the people she had trouble swearing at or telling off. Her friends. The people that really made Whistler feel like home when it was a whole country away basically, from where she'd grown up and learned to live life. The place where she'd formed he habits and found her own identity.
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