Carter Garret

[Carter Garret]

{ you know you could've been a wonder

Character’s Name: Carter Garret
Gender: Male
Discipline: Voice: Rock
Age: 17
Sexuality: Straight

{ comes home on call, isn't that peace,

History:

August 7th was a rather rainy and dreary day for most of Brighton, England. Though, it was a bit more happy for the young Garret couple who welcomed their first child into the world. Carter William Garret was born into loving arms at 4:17 in the afternoon. For the next several months the couple lived the perfect life in the small apartment they'd rented. Things began to take a turn for the worse when the two began spending time with a local band, leabing Carter with his grandparents. The two would come home at all hours of the night strung out on any drug thy could get their hands on. It started out as pot, like it always does and soon it developed in to harder things like cocaine and heroine. Before long Carter was living with his grandparents full time while his parents spent all of their time and money on their drug addiction.

Three days before Carter's 4th birthday his father showed up to pick him up. This was the first time he'd seen his father in several months and the last time hadn't been pretty. Fortunately, James had cleaned himself up. The unfortunate part was the fact that it had taken meeting another woman to get him to do that. James had filed for divorce and he and his soon to be new wife, Sarah had taken custody of Carter. It didn't take long for the divorce to go final and the wedding to take place. Living with his father again was exciting for the young boy, but he soon found that living with his step mother was not all that great. She didn't seem to like the idea that James had a son from a previous marriage. All she wanted was to have their own kids, so she didn't pay much attention to the four year old boy.

That certainly didn't get better when his half sister was born. little Emily seemed to steal all of the attention away from him. Sure, he knew that a baby needed alot of love and care, but honestly his family seemed to forget he existed. Then before he knew it they where shipping him off to boarding school, at Sarah request of course. 'It would be better for him.' she had said, and James seemed to agree. Plus, it was Sarah's trust fund that would pay for it, so why not? The next week Carter was on a plane for the U.S. There he was enrolled in an elite catholic grade school. He had allways been a decent student up until this point. Now he no longer cared to try because it wasn't going to get anyone's attention, obviously. So, he resorted to messing around. He'd play poker in the school yar during recess, and pretty much clean the other students out. This is how he saved up to buy his first guitar at the end of 5th grade.

When he started middle school he was shipped off to yet another catholic school in Vermont. Here he continued his careless atitutde, but instead of majorly acting out he spent his time teaching himself to play the guitar. It seemed he was a natural because before long he was writing his own songs for a small band he'd managed to put together. They even got a gig at another student's house. His parents had gone out of town and he decided to throw a party, which was typical. That night was the first time Carter had a cigarette. From then on he was hooked. Oh, and the band was a sucess too. In fact they played pretty much every party for the next three years. This is how he delevoped his addiction to alcoholk and girls,but it was the last middle school gig that he got involved with pills. He was getting shipped back to England for high school the next day so he intended to go all out. He'd had several beers and a couple shots when someone passed him a few pills, lortabs to be exact. From that point on it became his drug of choice.

When he came to Hoffman it was the same idea, drugs, parties and guitars. Thats what he lived for. Oh, and girls of course. Over the past few years here he's accumulated a few friends but not very many. He's had more hangovers and one night stands than he has friends. So, is that going to change during his junior year or is he going to reamin the brooding, addicted musician? We'll have to see won't we?


Parents:
James Andrew Garret - Father - 43 - Upper Management at Lyon's Ink.
Sarah Garret - Step Mother - 38 - Lyon's Ink Heiress

Lillian Garrer - Mother - 41 - Drug Addict

Siblings:
Emily - Half Sister - 12

{ am I losin' way too much

Personality:

QUIET;;
Carter lives the majority of his life inside his head. It's not that he's shy or afraid to talk, it's the fact that he spends most of his time thinking that he doesn't really engage in much conversation. This makes a lot of people assume that he's a broody musician who, if her ever talked, would be rude and sarcastic. Thats not neccesarily an accurate assumption. When Carter does open his mouth he's nothing short of polite and quite sweet really. Yes, he uses sarcasm every now and then but nothing exceptionally horrible. It's all used in fun to give the people around him a good laugh. So, don't assume that this kid is strange just becasue he lives for his thoughts. He's really a great guy once you get to know him, that is if you give him the chance and treat him with respect. If not he might just turn into that brooding, rude musician you expected.

INDEPENDANT;;
Since he was a young boy Carter has been quite the independant person. After his parents divorced and his father shipped him away to boarding school at the age of eight, Carter hasn't seen much of his family. It wasn't long after they sne thim away that he heard his mother died of an overdose. After the depression wore off this lead him to become as self sufficient as possible. The money he has doesn't come from his father it comes from playing gigs around town or working as a session guitarist at local studios. At one point he even bussed tables to come up with extra cash. The only thing his father pays is the school tuaition and if Carter could swing it he'd pay that too. Thats a bit farfetched and he knows it, but it's something to strive for. Being independant doesn't mean that Carter is a complete loner. He has a few friends that he's aquired in his three years here, but her has more aquaintences than real friends seeing as he really is carefull about getting close to someone. He tell himself over and over again not to be too trusting or accepting of people because they may just stab him in the back.

ADDICTED;;
Of all the things Carter could have goten from her mother he had to inherit her addictive personality. This doesn't mean he's addicted to drugs neccesarily. He could become adicted to just about anything he comes in contact with. Over the years he has become addicted to Cigarettes, Alcohol, Sex, and pain pills. This past year he's attempted to kick the pill addiction, but everytime he gets stressed he pops the first pill he comes in contact with. Does it actually kill his pain? No, but it's a psychological thing and for some reason the action of taking a pill calms him down. His mind has him convinced that he needs them to handle the preassures of daily life. He's not nearly as bad as he use to be, but Carter is not anywhere close to becoming clean. Now, the other vices are a different story. Why try to kick something that is so redily available? All you have to do to get good booze is attend parties and here a John Maddison theres one almost every night. Where theres a party there are girls most of whom are quite willing to jump in bed with the next person they talk to. Don't worry he doesn't become violent when he's drunk, just horny, which doesn't bother most girls. The smoking habit is most certianly his favorite though. He adopted that when he was twelve and has since become a chain smoker who inahles almost 4 packs a day. Why do you think he needed that extra job? He has to pay for his rather expensive addiction.

INTELLIGENT;;
Carter's grades may not reflect his level of intelligence but his compositions certainly do. This boy is not only a great musician he's also an amazing writer. His lyrics only show off a bit of his talent. You really need to see his short stories to get a real idea of what he can do. For the kid who is barely passing English He spends an awfull lot of his time in the library scribbling in a spiral notebook. Most people have no idea what he does, some just assume he's a good student. The ones that know better assume it's lyrics. There are actually very few people who know about his short stories. One or two at the most. He keeps his creativity to himself because he considers it to be the most intimate form of expression he has, even more so than his music. So, unless you're his best friend or a real love interest don't expect to see them, or eve n be told about them. To you they don't exist. Oh, and as far as the teachers here know Carter is an unintelligent slacker who spends too much of his time out partying and the only reason he's still here is the fact that his father donates to the school. He's a waste of their time, so they usually pretend he doesn't exist and let him sleep, or doodle through their classes.

ROMANTIC;;
So, Carter hasn't ever had a real realtionship. Sure, he's had girlfriends for a month at a time max, but they never really last. Why? Well, Carter happens to be looking for one of those sotry book romances. You know, something that makes your heart flutter. He's looking for someone to inspire every song her writes for the rest of his life, and so far he's been un lucky. But, if where ever to find that special girl he'd do absolutely anything she asked. It really wouldn't matter to him what it was she'd get it. The only other thing he wants besides being a musician, is unconditional love. So far all he's found are groupies and every musician knows they are good for certain things, but they don't make good girlfriends. In Carter seems to think that when he meets this special girl he'll just know. Yeah, it's a childish fanatasy for a seventeen year old boy, but it's really rather sweet. Romantic guys are pretty hard to find these days. So, really, it makes him a catch, right?

likes

• Pills
  
• Alcohol
  
• Cigarettes
  
• Girls
  
• Sex
  
• His Guitar
  
• Music
  
• Session work
  
• The occasional joint
  
• Indie music
  
• Old punk bands
  
• Composing music
  
• Harmonica
  
• Keyboards
  
• Writing
  

dislikes

• Straight Edge
  
• People who are mighter-than-thou
  
• Religion
  
• New punk bands
  
• Emo
  
• Shit musicians
  
• Smoking bans
  
• Chick beer
  
• light cigarettes
  
• Uptight people
  
• Pseudo intellectual people
  

ambitions

• Graduate
  
• Move back to Brighton
  
• Have a well established band
  

fears

• Fathering a child
  
• Loss on limb
  
• Hearing his mother has died
  

{ my darling you look lovely

portrayed by? Luke Pritchard
eyes: Brown
hair: Brown
height: 5'8"
style:
Carter's sense of style is odd, yes. You can expect to see him in skinny jeans, T shirts, and sweaters. He doesn't spend a whole lot of timeplanning what he wears. In fact he usually just walks to his closet and pulls something out in the hopes that it matches. Of course, that is if he can make it to the closet. Now, his taste is shoes are odd too. He owns several pair of vintage shoes that he wears often, and of course a pair of converse, like every other guy here. Overall, Carter is not like the rest of the guys here. His appreance isn't absolutely perfect. He's actually quite rough around the edges, but what musician isn't? Look pas tht e sweaters and odd shoes if you really want to get to know the boy. He's not all pretty hair you know. Thats just a common misconception.

{ and I'm telling you why

your name: Elle
age: 19
years of roleplay: 8
code sentence: -Admin Edit-
other: Nothing
sample post:

The parking lot wasn't the most interesting place to hang out seeing as it is well... a parking lot. Filthy, disgusting, and full of imported cars that someone's filthy rich rather bought and paid for. Brody found himself here at least twice a week, on the hood of a different car each time, never his own. Today he was sprawled out on the hood of a red mini cooper, hands behind his head and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. As he smoked he didn't even bother to remove the cigarette from it's resting place on his lips. He simply let the ashes fall on to the hood of the car. It didn't matter that the car wasn't his and it didn't bother him that some unsuspecting student would have to spend their time washing and waxing his mess away.

When the cherry reached the filter Brody opened the pack of Turkish royals that lay beside him and lit another cigarette off the smoldering butt that still hung between his lips. He resisted the urge to put the butt out on the cold metal of the car and tossed it on to the asphalt. It would have been nice to hear the sizzle and watch the smoke rise from the small burn the embers would have made in the paint. This car would not have been the first with his mark on it, but for some reason Brody was being slightly considerate. Well, as considerate as he possibly could be. It wasn't much but it more than people usually saw from Brody. That may have been it. There was no one here to see his act of destruction, so why bother? It wasn't very bad ass if none was there to see it, right?

The chain smoker then began to blow lopsided smoke rings. Not the coolest trick Brody had up his sleeves, but for some reason he had been practicing. It was much easier to do with a pipe, but that wasn't really his thing. His rings had gotten better over the past few weeks. They went from unidentifiable blobs to having the definite circular shape. He wouldn't move on to another strange habit until he had perfected this one, then it would be an interesting to show off, but nothing more. Who knows what he'd try to perfect then. Maybe he'd take up magic. Not likely, but it's an interesting visual.