Ethan Sherlock

[:: maddox]

OOC Information
:: OOC Name Maddox
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Character Information

:: Name Ethan Sherlock.
:: Age Nineteen. (19)
:: Gender Male.
:: Student Status Sophomore. Physics Major. History and Journalism Double Minor. In Excellent Academic Standing
:: Sexual Orientation Straight.
:: Appearance Ethan has a medium build. It is muscularly toned and defined but it isn't because he goes to the gym on any semblance of a regular basis. He has sun-kissed skin -- but that is primarily due to his Irish heritage. Just walking from his car to the school gives him a bit of a tan (after the burn subsides.) He has light brown hair with subtle natural blonde highlights. It is constantly falling into his eyes, and despite the annoyances that causes while boring over a physics exam, he refuses to cut it. His best feature though is his eyes. Bright and welcoming, they switch from a pale sea green to hazel towards more inviting brown depending on how he is feeling. Depending on the proximity to exam time, or even a big test, there is a short but well kept beard on his face. Despite having a small mouth, Ethan has a winning smile, which he shows on a regular basis when surrounded by friends. It utters an odd mix of an Irish and Boston accent, and while most commonly speaks kindly and calmly -- the Irish are known for their tempers. The only surprising thing about him is that he stands at 6'2" -- a full five inches over his father. Maybe something a bit fishy about that.

:: Personality Complicated. Not in an entirely awful way -- but complicated none the less. Ethan suffers from an incredible war between his head and his heart. His brain -- filled with physics equations and numbers, is the more dominant one. Left to his own devices, he would sit in his room by himself, scribbling away in his notebook. His mind his logical, cool, and calculating. He has a hard time showing emotions around those who are not his close friends, and would rather analyze anything before acting irrationally. He's also horribly elitist and enjoys making friends with people who are as smart if not smarter than he is. This comes to conflict with his firey irish heritage. He feels a fierce devotion to friends and family, and has gotten into a fight or two over them. He has a large and compassionate heart, that hides behind his intellect. This is also where his minors come in: history and journalism. His love for his heritage and the past of people around the world, combined with an ethics of accountability he expects everyone to hold true to.

:: History
Mum: Patricia - receptionist
Dad: Kyle - foreman, shipping co.
Brother (1): Patrick - assistant foreman, same shipping co. Older.
Sister (1): Leila - housewife, horrible jerk of a husband. Younger.

Ethan was born on June 8, 1989 in Boston, Massachusetts. In a high rise apartment with no air conditioning, a bouncing baby boy was brought home. His family wasn't too out of the ordinary. They didn't make a significant amount of money but they were comfortable enough, except in the god awful summer months. His brother was older, larger ( though not taller) and not as smart with a firey patch of red hair on top of his head. Ethan looked nothing like either of his siblings -- but any doubts his father had about Ethan's ancestry were kept between Patricia and Kyle. Ethan fit right in with his family -- escaping being lost as the middle child by showing high intelligence from a young age. His brother was the sports prodigy, who now works with his father at a shipping yard, and is developing quite the drinking problem for being 23 and unmarried. His sister, born two years later was coddled as the youngest and was just recently married to a husband she doesn't love -- Ethan expects there is a bun in the oven there.

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In his dark dorm room there were two lights. The desk lamp which poured light over a thick physics book and his notepad and the news which was on mute behind him, which added light to the walls. Finishing one of two problems with multiple pages of work he put his pencil down on the desk and reached his arms up in the air to stretch as he looked over at his clock. 3 am? God damn it... he thought as he ran his hands through his hair. His 8 am class was going to be more dull than usual if he didn't get to bed soon. He heard a girl squeal in the hall and rolled his eyes before deftly cracking his knuckles and getting back to work. He read over the problem again and again -- and despite his love for learning new things, he couldn't help thinking back nostalgically to physics during freshman year of high school. Would it kill the professor to just give ONE simple velocity problem? Apparently so. After several more lines of intense derivations of formulas, he heard the door nextdoor to his dorm slam shut. It jolted him to the point that he closed his book in frustration and brought the book with him over to his bed.

Setting the book down on his night stand, he quickly unbuckled the belt that was wrapped around his waist. With one hand, he pulled it from the belt loops of his jeans and hung it in his closet. Unbuttoning his jeans, he slid them off his body and let them fall to a heap on the floor before stepping out of them. He looked down lazily at them, but couldn't find the energy to pick them up tonight. Ethan made a mental promise to pick them up tomorrow -- so that his room could be one step less close to the abyss of clothes it would be by the end of the semester. Pulling off his shirt to add to the growing pile, he climbed into bed, pulling his sheets around him and gazing dreary eyed at the television. Still on. Still muted. His eyes slowly drifted closed for a few moments until he heard the unmistakable noise of a wooden headboard hitting the smooth concrete walls of the dormitory. Hitting the wall that his head was resting just a few inches from. Ethan grabbed the book and threw it at the wall before screaming. Really Phil? It's exam week, can't you keep it in your pants until the end of the semester? The noise ebbed -- whether it was because they heeded his words or because Phil was a shoddy lay, Ethan didn't know or care. He curled up into his covers yet again and was asleep within a matter of moments.

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