holden james austen

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HOLDEN JAMES AUSTEN

Name: Holden James Austen
Nicknames: Austen, if anything.
Age: Thirty five.
Date of Birth: September 9th.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Nationality: English
Home Town: Ipswich, England
Subject Taught: Film: acting, directing, editing.
Play by: Johnny Depp.

--- HARSH: Being a teacher for more than a decade Austen has gotten more and more harsh with each passing year. If a student does something wrong he doesn't hesitate to jump in their face. If they think they're the best thing that has happened since sliced bread he'll bring them down harder than they've ever been brought down before. He has no patience for idiocy and his students have become quite accustomed to his seemingly random outbursts of rage. Just like everyone, he has good days and horridly terrible ones, people just learn to stay out of his warpath either way.
--- CRITICAL: He is his own worst critic just like anyone else. When presented with any piece of work he immediately picks out the worst of it before he sees the better parts. He would rather tear something apart and start over than to quickly skip through because he's short on time. When it comes to his work he has to do his best or he becomes a raging wreck of a teacher.
--- BRILLIANT: Though he seems to simply always be a raging film crazed lunatic Austen at times can be quite the genius. He always has a way out of a tight spot or the perfect piece of information to give to a student to help them in their performance. His intelligence goes well beyond the class he teaches and when he's not teaching he can turn into quite the evil mastermind, plotting the wildest of ideas and putting them into action. Social experiments are a favorite when he has time to waste on the campus grounds.
--- CHARMING: It may seem that a polite and charming side of Holden Austen simply doesn't exist but that assumption would be false. He has a way about him that, when he wants to, can make him into the most interesting and charismatic man under the sun. His brilliance plays into his persuasion technique and, though he doesn't do it too often, he finds getting his way to be a fairly simple task.
--- ARROGANT: Austen doesn't have many friends, for obvious reasons that are quite easily noted. He doesn't wish to get to know anyone and is likely to blow anyone that tries it on him off. The man doesn't necessarily see himself as better than everyone else but when it comes to his students, he does. Austen has never been hesitant to make sure they know that he's the teacher and they are to listen to everything he has to say. He doesn't care what anyone under himself in the Emerson hierarchy else thinks, he just cares about what he's doing.
--- METHODICAL: Luckily for the students at Emerson, Austen takes his job very seriously and nothing can hold him back from the way he works. He enjoys what he does though while he's doing it may look to be a strenuous chore. What matters most to him is being professional.
--- MYSTERIOUS: From the beginning, at first meeting him, it is obvious that Holden Austen is a man who is very hard to figure out. There's something about him no one knows but they can only assume. He keeps his personal life to himself and has no desire of divulging any sensitive information to anyone at Emerson.

LIKES: Traveling. Observing. Acting. Dark clothes. Black and white films. Sunflowers. Smoking. Painting once in a while. Large dogs. Ballroom dancing. Playing guitar. Journaling. Trinkets/necklaces/bracelets.
DISLIKES: Anything unimportant bothering him. Most students. Rubberneckers. Ignorance. Stress. Insects. Liars. Giddiness. Uncleanliness. Disorganization.

Holden Austen was born thirty five years ago to James and Matilda Austen in Ipswich, England. They were a mid-upper class income family living in the lovely portside city just across the channel from France. Holden grew up as the middle child, having an older brother named Andrew and a younger sister named Evelyn. They were a beautiful, picturesque family that had everything they could dream of. Anything Holden wanted, he most certainly got, and so when it came time for him to go to school he went to only the best.

Boarding school was where he got his start and where he realized that money couldn't buy him everything. Holden quickly learned the values of having a good work ethic and he put his mind to use. He proved himself to be dedicated and graduated his high school with highest honors.

The hard work paid off when he was accepted into Emerson college as a film major, all the way in America. It wasn't hard for him to say goodbye to his family, he had a new adventure, something new to work at. It was during his years as a student that he began to get more inward, until he met Kate. He'd never actually liked anyone but she was so real he couldn't resist. She was mysterious and secretive but she liked him, they liked each other, they were alike. Two days after he learned her middle name it was all over. The news of her death shot through him like a syringe full of CO₂ being stabbed into his heart, but he hardly knew her in the first place. Holden did his best to be unaffected but in the end he changed into the man he is even now.

After graduating he went out to the west coast to try his hand at acting and managed to get himself into a few indie films- not anything that would get him noticed on the street. The young actor soon found that the unpredictability of being able to make next month's rent wasn't his cup of tea quite quickly though. Another Kerouac-like cross country trip ensued. Then he was back at Emerson, applying to be a professor.

Why Emerson?
Being a graduate of the college himself, after his acting career flopped he came back to see if he could secure a job. The college has many resources that he finds immensely valuable, though the students are less than pleasant, he needs the money and he believes that he can and will eventually mold them into greatness. Austen considers himself lucky though he would also say that the school is lucky to have him. He believes fully that one day Emerson will be just as famous as Harvard or Dartmouth, and with his help, it is that much more possible.

whatever had happened to marjorie sinclair was a huge mystery to heath. sure he'd talked to her a few times lately but he'd hardly seen her at all in the last three weeks or so. it was torture. suddenly she was really busy and suddenly she didn't try as hard to make plans to see him. what could he do about it though? she had a life and her role in the immortal society of dallas was a little more important and demanding than his own. he supposed all he would be able to do was wait it out.

that state of mind had changed this morning though. he couldn't deal with not seeing her for another week straight. he missed her. he loved her. they'd come to terms with that a while ago, so why was this happening now? did she grow bored of him? he refused to think that could be the truth of the matter and thus decided that he would surprise her. just... stop by, say 'hi' and hope that the feeling was still mutual. even with their differences and their predispositions he had to think that they could still be together, even if they had to be so in secret. he could deal with it as long as she could. that was another thing he refused to believe. that she'd rather end their relationship than love in fear. this situation had him denying many possibilities and only wanting to believe one- that she was just busy.

it was risky to show up at the lycan's house unannounced but he had no other choice. he couldn't have her tell him that she had a meeting to go to in a few minutes over the phone again. even if he showed up just as she was leaving a minute standing by her would be better than imagining her next to him as he talked to her over the phone. he'd stopped by the store on the way and picked up some flowers, thinking that she'd appreciate them and they'd remind her of him for at least another couple of weeks. heath hated to think that he was 'out of sight and out of mind.' this loneliness has gotten to him. some of the other members of torchia were beginning to wonder what the hell was wrong with him lately. the vampire was known to have random bouts of depression but to them this one seemed very abrupt considering how happy he'd been leading up to it.

he was still doing alright though. he was keeping himself together, partly because he refused to think of the bad possibilities and the other reason because he had found other things to do with his time aside from thinking about her. going to the shooting range, watching the food channel once in a while... he found things to keep himself occupied when he wasn't busy keeping all the other vampires of dallas in line. there was always a void though. the last few weeks he did all these things without the hope of seeing her on the weekend because she'd denied having time over the phone whenever he asked. he wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, he was having a hard tome admitting it to himself, but she was starting to scare him. he hadn't lost someone important to him since Anouk... and he didn't want to go through something like that again.

it wasn't long before he arrived at her house and was very pleased to find her new vehicle under the carport. he picked up the bouquet from the passenger side seat and started to the front door... after he made sure to park directly behind her car so that she couldn't leave without him going first (just so he could dawdle around if she had to go right away). he looked around the front porch after ascending the steps, he didn't pause to knock and instead let himself in. pleased he didn't have to use his key she'd given him a few months ago.

heath didn't bother calling out, he could hear the shower across the house from the bathroom that was attached to her bedroom. smiling to himself the vampire then made his way to the kitchen, glad that he'd have some time with her. he decided to go put the flowers in a vase to pass the time between now and when she was done showering. as he filled up a crystal vase he looked over to her calendar, noting how it did indeed have a few things on it. half of them were hastily scribbled out though. he took a closer look, deciphering the word "clinic" and a time underneath the words. what would marjorie need with a clinic? multiple times? and who bothered to scribble things off a calendar?

unless they were appointments- but, once again, why would a lycan ever need to go to a clinic? he looked to today's date and the word stood out quite well. obstetrician. he cocked his head to the side and then turned to put the flowers in the vase, arranging them as he thought over this whole thing. obstetrics was the medical field that pregnancy was associated with, he knew that much. but it didn't make sense. why would...- "Oh, fuck." his jaw hung open after the last syllable left his mouth and he looked back at the calendar trying to piece it all together. the next thing he said escaped as only a whisper,

"She's pregnant..."

Hi, I'm HADEN and I'm SEVENTEEN old. I'm AWESOMESAUCE. This is my FIRST application. I found Failure's Not Flattering from SOME AD ON ANOTHER SITE.

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