Post by Raine Douglas McGuire on Aug 19, 2012 9:54:19 GMT -6
``This is the part of me
Full Name::
Alternate or Nicknames:: Bearr. Don't call him anything else
Birthday:: July 8th, 1980
Hometown:: Denver, CO
Age:: Thirty Two
Ethnic Background:: Caucasion, German, Italian
Sexuality:: Heterosexual
Marks:: Oh boy, where to begin... huge scars on chin and cheeks, but beard covers it up, large tattoo on back: cross. It covers up a huge scar running down his spine. He also has a tattoo on the right side of his chest: skull.
``That you’re never gonna ever take away from me
Personality:: Bearr is...well, Bearr. If that means anything so far. He can appear rather gruff and dark, and mysterious when people first meet him. It's almost like a trap, that draws women to him. He can be devious, and has been known to use things to get what he wants, including women. He might be called selfish, uncaring, an unruly brute... but, everyone has their dark side. At this point in his life, Bearr is just simply expressing his more.
There is another side to him. A side, that, oh, if it was seen, how the world would shine. But it stays hidden. It stays in the deepest, darkest part of the man's heart. All that can be done, is hope that that side will show again. It might take the magical touch of that one, right woman.. but something just has to bring it back. Bearr wasn't really meant to be like this, or live this way. He couldn't have been...
While a gentle teddy bear should be in his place, a rather loud, and sometimes violent drunkard can get in the way. When he chooses to drink. Other than that, Bearr's temper is non-exsistant.
Likes::
- Women
- Smoking
- Drinking
- Money
- Animals
- Storms
Dislikes::
- Being around children ((not really))
- Beach
- Hot sunny days
- Most people's company
- Anything to do with show jumping
Dreams::
- Become rich
Qualify for the show jumping equestrian Olympics
Secrets::
- Had to have plastic surgery on his nose and forehead, and his hair had to be re-implanted.
- Those tattoos. No one knows the true meanings of them.
- Got drunk and basically strangled and took advantage of a girl, almost killing her. She had an abortion.
Eye Color:: Hypnotizing blue colored hazel, with specks of golden wheat.
Hair Color:: Glossy and soft dark brown
Height and Weight:: Six' Four",, Two hundred and five pounds.
Appearance:: Bearr easily looks like a menacing man. He has a large, masculine face, broad shoulders, huge biceps, and a rather fit waist. He stands fairly tall, with a well defined buttocks and thighs.
He hardly ever wears any kind of hats, they are uncomfortable on his head since... well, no need to get into that story right now. T-shirts, preferably v-neck are a prime choice, or a long sleeve button down shirt, always have the first couple undone to reveal his rather attractive chest. For pants, mostly relaxed fit jeans, of any shade of light or dark wash denim. The average tennis shoe will do. Or of course, dress shoes, and even if the occasion fits, cowboy boots.
Only when he has to wear one, does he wear a suit, but the same conditions as above apply to this as well. He doesn't usually wear a tie either.
Blank n White Now:: In that emergency room, is was easy for everyone to gather that the woman about to give birth, wasn't ready to care for a child. Her blood levels had been high with alcohol before she had been brought in. But never the less, the baby, whom the doctor's clarified was a boy, was still named Raine. The woman insisted it. She did call him Douglas, after his father, well, as far as it is known, that guy was the father. And, the baby kept the mother's maiden name only. It was said, for more health care benefits.
Bearr grew up in the suburbs of Denver, CO. His mother, Sara, and his father Douglas, which everyone called 'Dougie' lived in a one bedroom rent house with no running water. The place was infested with bugs and rats. A neighbor, it was assumed, called the police, constantly hearing a baby crying out through the night. DHS services got involved, and just before he turned two years old, Bearr was seized from the house hold, and sent to live with his grandparents in Old Castle, Pennsylvania. Mema and Papa were angels in themselves. They never spoke of their messed up daughter, and cherished Bearr like he was their own. Bearr attended elementary and middle school in the small town. The McGuire's lived near an Amish community, and Bearr got his first love for horses at age eight. He loved riding in the carriage that a family went into town with. In exchange. Mema and Papa would buy Amish jellies and bread to pay for the boy's rides. They then decided to get him his own pony, and the horse was kept in the three acre backyard.
Bearr taught himself to ride bareback at first in just the halter the pony came with. One day, on a drive to the large city, they passed by a jumping farm. The young boy stared in amazement as the horses leaped over the jumps in a arena, and he knew that was what he wanted to do. He made his pony jump over logs, chairs, anything he could find would do. His grandparents saw this passion and almost natural talent he had, and they signed him up for lessons once a week. From then on, Bearr's success only grew. In high school, the boy dedicated his spare time to jumping, training, riding, and showing for a stable. He made it to national shows, and he was in the Kentucky Rolex at seventeen years old, one of the youngest to ever compete.
Yes, it was true, Bearr was good. He was leasing the horse that took him all the way to the top. But, as the fame and years went on, so did aging. Bearr was twenty-seven years old. His trusted steed was now a mere ten. There was nothing unusual for that age of a horse to be competing the high jumps that the pair were. The five foot hurdles were a piece of cake. The stadium was packed full, and Papa and Meaw had flown from PA, all the way to Florida, to watch their 'son' qualify for the Olympics. His number was called, the ring fell silent. Bearr galloped out gracefully with a wide, confident grin. The bay gelding glistened, his mane in buttons, and tail braided with a ribbon. What a fantastic sight they were. Lights flashed from cameras, the announcer's voice boomed over the ring... and it began. Bearr and Leo cleared the first two jumps with ease, the crowd cheering in joy. Bearr had a lot of fans voting on him. He had waited so long for this day, and he just knew he was going to the Olympics. The next jump came, and it was a breeze, but something odd had happened to Leo, and he suddenly lunged forward, towards the tall brick wall jump. Bearr couldn't hold him back and set his stride, and before he knew it, the horse leaped. Gasps of horror escaped the crowd as the bay's chest caught the jump and the horse fell, breaking his leg, and landing on top of his rider, as they skidded across the ground.
Bearr woke up in a hospital room. He couldn't feel his legs, and he had been told, even though he was wearing a helmet, which, did save his life, he was going to have to have reconstructive surgery. He was hideous! The scars! The marks.. his face! That wasn't his face... it.. just wasn't. His fears turned to Leo, and what became of the equine. When he heard the bay had to be put down, he wept, right there, in that hospital room. If anyone was asked, they might say Bearr's dreams, hopes, maybe even soul, were left in that place, some believed, to never return.
Needless to say, after a year, Bearr was walking again. But he had changed. He left Pennsylvania, family, horses, everything behind and ran away. And, that's what he has been doing, ever since.
``Throw your sticks and your stones
Occupation:: Stable Hand
Housing:: Riverside Apartments
Playby:: Gerard Butler
``But you're not gonna break my soul
Alias:: Kris!!
Experience:: Enough.
credit to ``Kris of White Bison. lyrics 'Part of Me' sung by Katy Perry.
