Post by angie on Mar 6, 2010 23:22:00 GMT -5
JACK GEOFFREY STOPPARD
Name: Jack Geoffrey Stoppard
Nicknames: Jackie, J
Age: Nineteen
Date of Birth: July 9
Grade: Sophomore
Orientation: He likes keeping his private life private, but it's blatantly obvious that he's not straight.
Nationality: American
Home Town: Bear Creek Village, PA
Degree: Design
- Minor: Graphic design[/ul]
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--- CONFIDENT
Jack is completely, one-hundred-percent comfortable with who he is, and that shows in the way carries himself. He's not the type of person to shy away from a conflict (well, verbal conflict, at any rate), and he's perfectly willing to let people know that he's okay with himself. Growing up in a (very) small town, he had to endure a lot of teasing, and eventually he just learned how to accept it.
--- INDIVIDUALISTIC
He's also very much his own person. Even when he was a child, he never went with what everyone else was doing. When he was still dancing, his routines were different, and his designs are different as well. his old teacher used to call it an "artistic vision", but his younger brother just has a tendency to call it "weirdness". Jack's not the type of person to fit into a crowd, stylistically or otherwise.
--- OUTGOING
If there's one thing Jack loves, it's meeting new people. Though he can be a bit two-faced sometimes, when he first meets most people he's friendly as can be. He has no issues whatsoever with walking up to someone he's never met before and starting a conversation with them.
--- BLUNT
The more correct word might be bitchy, to be completely honest. Jack's perfectly used to telling people things that they don't want to hear. In fact, depending on the person, he occasionally takes a bit of vindictive pleasure in it. He doesn't believe in telling people things that they want to hear just because it's the nice, politically correct thing to do.
--- OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE
Whenever Jack's nervous, he cleans. Whenever he's bored, he cleans. His vacuum is the second most-used appliance he owns, behind his laptop. He can't go to sleep at night until he's vacuumed (and dusted), which obviously causes some issues. It soothes him, for whatever reasons.
LIKES: fashion, fur, dancing, karaoke, bright colors, late nights, early mornings, project runway, people, bad jokes, vinyl records
DISLIKES: being judged, cats, dirt/mud/&c., when people mess with his system, public bathrooms, tv commercials, football, math/science/virtually anything technical, driving
At first glance, Jack's personality and his upbringing completely contrast with each other. To most of Jack's childhood friends, college - much less an art school - wasn't even an option. Bear Creek Village, a small, small town in Pennsylvania, didn't have many opportunities for getting away from it. In that respect, Jack was lucky. His father, Geoffrey Stoppard, was one of the richer members in the town, the town banker and his mother, Michelle Stoppard, was the daughter of the town mayor. They had been sweethearts all throughout high school, and since neither of them went to college, marriage was the obvious next step. Their oldest child, Jack, came three years later. Jack grew up relatively privileged. Obviously, all of his needs weren't met - even as a child, Jack had some rather expensive interests - but he was a happy enough only child until his younger sister, Lucy, was born. By that time, Jack was five years old and just starting kindergarten. His elementary school years were uneventful and not noteworthy. In fact, his progress reports from the time said nothing more that he was an unusually loud but tidy child. It wasn't until his sister turned five that things became a bit more exciting for Jack.
When he was ten and Lucy was five, she was enrolled in classes at the local ballet school. Lucy hated the classes - she thought they were boring, hard and frustrating. Jack, on the other hand, who was forced to go one day, thought it was absolutely beautiful. After weeks and weeks of begging, his father finally relented, and Jack was signed up for ballet lessons. For someone who had never had a dance lesson before in his life, he showed a natural talent, and his teacher suggested signing him up for the Youth America Grand Prix in New York in a few years. They did, and, for quite a while, dance dominated Jack's life. He was offered several scholarships and performed with the New York City Ballet for a year, but as time passed, he realized that he was more interested in the costumes the dancers were wearing than the dancing itself. He still loved ballet, of course, but - as his father so pointedly reminded him - what was he going to do when he was too old and "fragile" to dance anymore? So, Jack quit the NYC Ballet and went back to school, deciding that he wanted to go to school to be a fashion designer.
This was still not quite the path that Geoffrey Stoppard had imagined for his first and only son, but because the world of fashion didn't place an expiration date on him the way that dance did, he was more willing to support this line of thought than dance. As it turned out, Jack's experience with all of the costumes he'd had to wear as a dancer gave him an advantage, even though he had very little formal training. Spending his last few years in high school learning how to sketch, sew and construct garments, it was fairly confidently that he applied to Emerson College of Arts, one of the most prestigious schools in the state. His first dance teacher had attended the school and absolutely loved every second of it, and since the school was in Pennsylvania it wasn't exorbitantly expensive the way everywhere else was. When the acceptance letter came in the mail, Jack was ecstatic, and since then he's been a very happy student at Emerson. He adjusted well to college life - he'd already been living on his own while performing with the ballet, and he was closer to home than a lot of the other students regardless. His grades his first year weren't exemplary, per se, but his professors did compliment his obvious vision and taste.
Why Emerson?
As a Pennsylvania native, Jack grew up hearing about Emerson. In fact, the second he started dancing, his teacher told him that the school would, hands down, be the best place for him. When he decided to stop dancing a year ago, the last words of advice that his teacher said to him were that he should remember that Emerson had a fashion program too (and to keep in touch).
Sirius couldn’t help but laugh at Remus’s reaction; it was just perfect. This was part of the reason he loved talking to and being with Moony so much. He could pretend like he disapproved, and he certainly did a good job of it, but deep down Sirius knew that he enjoyed it. Remus’s life would be boring without the rest of them, and he knew it. Sirius didn’t bother to sit on the bench, however, he crossed his legs and stared up at Remus as he attempted to explain his absence—it seemed like Remus had had the same things on his mind that Sirius did. Then again, it was kind of hard not to—this whole time-warp-whatsit was just too weird. Why did it have to happen to them? Why couldn’t have happened next year or the year after that or just not at all? It was just stupid. There was no other way to put it than sheer stupidity. He hated it, just hated it. He couldn’t quite understand what Remus was going through—he didn’t have a kid (or any relatives, actually) to avoid any more than he normally did. Regardless, even the thought of Moony and Prongs having kids was absolutely ridiculous. Who was the kid with, anyway? Had anyone bothered to figure that out? That would have been the first question Sirius had had. Luckily, he didn’t have to worry about it—what he had to worry about was why he didn’t have any kids. “Did you ever bother to find out who you got busy with? I mean, isn’t that kind of a really important thing? I know that if I had a kid I’d be all over that question. I mean, what if you ended up married to some…I don’t know.” He paused for a moment, trying to figure out if anything that he just said made sense before deciding it didn’t matter and moving on.“I’m sure your kid’s a good kid. He’s got you for a father, hasn’t he? Look at how well you’ve done with James and me,” he teased, grinning mischievously up at him. “And he’s only got the coolest uncles to ever exist. Which, by the way, is obviously the reason I don’t have any kids, right? I’m too busy being the cool uncle that gives the kids free stuff and takes them to cool places you never would.”
Yes, it was painfully obvious that Sirius had been avoiding the thought of his future self. He didn’t even want to think about what his future was going to be like—he didn’t have kids, so that said something, didn’t it? Did he not want to have kids or something? Sure, he didn’t now but James certainly didn’t want kids now either, and he ended up with a son that seemed like he was some sort of hero or something. So who knew what was going to happen to him? Honestly, he didn’t even want to know—wouldn’t knowing screw things up somehow? He sighed, glad that Remus had changed the subject. “No, you most certainly could not ask me the same question because if I had been avoiding you I wouldn’t have tackled you the way I did, I would have just kept on walking. But it’s definitely been way too long which is ridiculous because we live in the same bleeding dormitories and there’s no reason whatsoever for us to not see each other everyday. But anyway.” He began to fake his own death, clutching at his chest and making gagging noises. “Why in the world would I possibly try studying?!” he asked, pretending to be offended. “Why would I study when I have you to ask for the answers? Books might make you obsolete, you know, and where would you be then?” He was about to go on, but immediately felt guilty when he said he ended things with Emmeline. Again. “Sweet Merlin, Moony, what was it this time? You guys have more problems than James and Lily, and they just found out that they’re going to die. But really, though, I am sorry. It’s just that…well, you know what it is. Even if I don’t. It’s a shame, too—you guys are kind of adorable together.” He shrugged. “But on the bright side, now you have more time with to spend with me! Isn’t that just wonderful? Haven’t you missed these deep, intellectual conversations? I know that I have. Instead of late nights cuddling with Emmy-poo, you can spend them helping me to avoid my homework! What an excellent trade-off, right?” He grinned in what he liked to pretend was a winning way, trying to make Moony feel better, but he was never sure what to say in a situation like that.
Sirius couldn’t keep himself from frowning when Remus asked him how he felt about this whole time-warp situation. “I…I don’t know. It’s just so bloody weird. There are all these questions that keep on coming up and I don’t really want to know the answer but at the same time I do and I don’t want to see what I’m like in the future but that’s kind of a lie because I do but I don’t want to if I’m actually some creepy loser that’s childless because people actually hate him and there’s that whole matter of Prongs and Lils dying for God’s sake.! How am I going to even function without them?! And you’re going to get married and have kids and leave me with Wormtail who’s all right and all but that’s not the point!!” He paused for a moment to take a breath before continuing. “And the fact that there are three times the amount of people at Hogwarts sucks. This is not my ideal last year at Hogwarts, if you know what I mean.” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “What do you think of it all? Other than the whole kid-avoiding thing. I could talk to him if you wanted me too, you know.”
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