Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2014 0:13:13 GMT
Eric Manion Ford At the center of the Earth In the parking lot Of the 7-11 where I was taught The motto was just a lie It says home is where your heart is But what a shame Cause everyone's heart Doesn't beat the same It's beating out of time Beta Werewolf  Full Name: Eric Manion Ford Nicknames:N/A Age: 35 Birthday: August 10, 1979 Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Face Claim: Aaron Diaz Appearance: Tall, roughly 6', broad, and well built. Dark brown/black hair and dark eyes with the occasional scruff. Personality: Strong willed and occasionally stubborn. Extremely loyal and protective. Natural born leader and soon to be alpha. Mother: Sydney Ford Father: Mario Alexander Ford Children: None Pets: None Others: Younger brother, two younger sisters. History: Eric Ford is the oldest of four children, born to Sydney Ford and Mario Alexander Ford. As the oldest son, he is to take over the role of alpha once his father dies. When Eric was in his early teens, his father began drinking, becoming frighteningly unstable and illogical. Soon after his father began drinking, his mother left, leaving her four children behind. With his delusional father and absent mother, Eric began taking care of his younger siblings, making sure they were fed, went to school, and had as good a life as they possibly could given the situation. In his later teenage years, as the pack began to fall apart, his father made a desperate attempt to repair it. He planned to marry Kimberly, Eric's youngest, and favorite, sister off to an alpha of another pack that was ten years her senior. When Kimberly found out about the plan, she ran off, leaving Eric and his two other siblings to care for their father. Eric still harbors feelings of resentment towards Kimberly for leaving them in such a desperate time, but is devoted to finding her, despite these dark feelings. RP Sample: Hot California sun beat down on Eric's face, reflecting off the dark sunglasses that covered his eyes. Waves of heat rolled off of the asphalt as it sped underneath him, the 1969 Dodge Charger racing down the street towards the next town. Eric had left his home in Washington to look for probably the most important thing he could ever know: Kimberly. Sheer instinct told him that she was somewhere in California, and he had been searching for weeks to find her, with absolutely no luck. Every city and every town he looked through had been hopeless, and there was only one place he could think of to go to, and that was Beacon Hills. Why there, who knows? Despite his skepticism, he turned onto the exit that would lead him to the small town, silently praying despite his lack of faith that she would be there. Eric glared at the road ahead, music blaring through the stereo in an attempt to drown out the doubtful thoughts inside his head. He had to find his sister, even if it meant crawling through Hell to find her. |
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