Jared Hollyingsworth - down with the wild horses

[Jared Hollyingsworth]

Application


{ you know you could've been a wonder


character’s name
Jared Hollyingsworth
gender
Male
discipline
Acting: Stage
age
Seventeen
sexuality
Straight


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


history
Ah, young Jared. Jared Levenworth Corin Hollyingsworth. Son of Levenworth Hollyingsworth and Arianne Hollyingsworth seventeen years, four month, two weeks and six days exactly ago. Brother to Corin Hollyingsworth and Arianne-Jane Hollyingsworth. He was born in Manchester, but moved away before he picked up an accent. Neither of his parents had an accent, so he never developed one. Corin, his older brother, had one but only a sligh Manchester accent. Jared's family moved to Norwich, pronounced without the 'w'. Norich, not nor-wich. He's always been annoyed when they pronounce the 'w'. He lived in Norwich until he was seven, going to the local school: Larkrise. As has been guessed, his family were never rolling in cash, nor did they ever wish to. They managed alright on the salery they were given, with Jared's father as a doctor and his mother as the hospital receptionist, they scraped along. AJ got a job, as did Corin, just working part-time at shops and such. Jared was only eight, therefore not being able to get a job, helped around the house.

Mostly the family grew up fast. Jared was the youngest by far, being ten whilst AJ was seventeen and Corin was sixteen. A large age-gap. Though that never really mattered. AJ looked after the family most of the time. Corin and Jared did housework and such, the family chipped in. They couldn't really pay for anyone to go off to college, so AJ applied for a job up North. A job as a farm worker. She got the job, even though she only had her A Levels and GCSE marks. You don't exactly need to be qualified to work on a farm. She was a strong lass and took to the work easily, not going to be outdone by the lads. She lived on the farm, in a sort of dormitory. It was a large house more than a farm so there were servants quarters and maids that she shared rooms with. She sent money home each month that helped.

At eleven, Corin quit school and got a full time job at a shop in the city centre. It didn't pay well, but it was enough to keep him going, even when he lived at home. AJ sent news once every couple of months, and Corin worked and came home each day, so it was only slightly lonely without AJ. However, Jared didn't particually mind solidarity. He'd been the youngest all his life and it wasn't any different now. He only felt slightly differently six years on.

He only ever reavealed his love of acting when he was twelve. He was picked for the part in the school play, just because he looked right and had been up for doing it. It was the part of Romeo in, guess what. He was probably a bit young for the part, and the Juliet was older than him, but he was still mature and tall for his age, so he passed it off. He was given four encoures and a ten minute long applause. Not bad for an first timer. After this he was picked for more parts for school plays. When he was thirteen he was Danny in Grease, Napoleon in Animal Farm and Jack in Disco Inferno.

His biggest part came when a man from the audience caught him at the after party. He was a tall man, in his late thirties. He had a serious expression, but not an unkind one. He took Jared aside and asked if he'd like to audition for the national youth production of Copacabana. He'd never heard of the play, and wasn't really that keen on singing, but he agreed to go to an audition.

On the seventeenth of August, when Jared was fourteen, he caught the bus into the centre of Norwich. There wasn't a line outside the Royal Play House so he walked straight in. The man he'd met at the after-party welcomed him and ushered him through the large double doors and across the seats to the stage. Two other men and a woman were sitting in the front three rows, clipboards in hand. They were all perfectly pleasent and welcomed Jared onto the stage. He read for the part and even managed to pluck up the courage for a singing solo. The most embarressing moment of his life so far. He was given the part of Tony.

On one of the nights of the show, the second man came up and asked him if he'd heard of The Hoffman Academy. He said, truthfully that he hadn't. He was given a card and a leaflet telling him about Acting scholarships. Scholarships. Jared Hollyingsworth from downtown Norwich? A performing arts academy in London? Really? But he wasn't going to give up this chance, so he called up and accepted. The taxi picked him up and brought him in for the new term. A new fresh Seventeen year old with nothing else in his life excepting a new acting chance.

parents
Levenworth Hollyingsworth - 47, alive, Doctor
Arianne Hollyingsworth - 45, alive, Receptionist
siblings
Corin Hollyingsworth - 23, alive, shop assistant
Arianne-Jane Hollyingsworth - 24, alive, farm labourer

{ am I losin' way too much


personality
Jared, our living confusion.

He's resentful and can hold a grudge for a long time. Which isn't a bad thing under the circumstances, but then it isn't a good thing either. He keeps his opinions in the open and isn't scared to voice his opinion, but he also speaks the blunt truth to you. Or exactly what you don't wish to hear. He's nice that that. Cough,cough. Get my drift!

He had a vendetta. Against most people really. You have to make an incredibly good impression on Charlie to gain his trust, friendship and just about anything. He can be a miserable git sometimes. He is a miserable git all the time actually, but he hides it well. He's a good actor.

He's a slippery bloke. He can talk his way out of most things, or just talk people to sleep then walk strait out the front door. Its the best way to get out, or just annoy people by what you say so much that they just can't wait to let you go.
He's an actor really, but he does let his life slip through, he can try to hide himself, his real self, from the public but being someone you're not can be hard.

He's always been good at fighting for his cause. He does, however, know his own mind. He doesn't battle with himself and ethical dilemas never seem to bother him, he'll do what he thinks is right. And that would usually be for the good of everyone, not just him. He's a good bloke at heart, if a little excentric.

He's confident in his own abilities and won't easily give up on something he's set his mind on. He won't leave something half finished, he will finish it. He does take risks, but not as oftern as other people. He's just an adventurous guy. He can play it safe, not oftern and he is growing to be more daring. He may start a fight with you, and he'll carry it through, unless he wants to stop it, then he will. If he doesn't think your worth his effort, he'll just leave you. He'll keep his thoughts to himself and leave it to you to find out thinkgs he may not wish to tell you.

I suppose, you could describe him as complicated, maybe, yes. Very complicated, but only if you care to look carefully, otherwise he's just your commen English Garden laddy.

likes

dislikes

ambitions
To star in broadway
win a nobel prize
Be alive in twenty years, or ten years, or tomorrow
For fill a dream, whatever dream it may be.
To go home with bundles of cash that would never run out
fears
Being hit by a moving car - or just hit and run
The royal family - they just creep him out
Horses - too big for him
Meeting Natasha Bedingfield

{ my darling you look lovely


portrayed by?
Chase Crawford

eyes
Blue/grey
hair
Light brown
height
Six one
style
Casual, as usual. He doesn't really like smart, it isn't his forte. He just doesn't like being smart. He owns a total of one suit and probably two white shirts. They're really only costume, though. He doesn't like dressing up, or having to keep himself up with fashion. Jeans and a tee are perfectly adiquate for him. He would go around in his pijamas if that was considered appropriate, unfortunatly its not, so he doesn't. His style is to go around like nothing's happening, as if he is the only person in his universe anything wrong with that? He can be a rather private guy, and even if he likes to get out every now and then, he's perfectly comfortable staying where he is. His hair really didn't get any attention what so ever. It's a mess whatever you do with it.


{ and I'm telling you why


your name
Poppy
age
...
years of roleplay
Probably too many
code sentence
if you like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.
other
Is ther personification of a coat against the law or not?
sample post

What seems so strong

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Has been and gone

Blonde hair whipped around her neck as she turned away from the window. Her pale eyes scanned across the empty dorm. This wasn't the first time the dorm had been completely empty when she'd been in there. No-one else seemed to be around, or she was just the only Sixteen year old. Well, only sixteen for a few more days. Two and three hours to be exact. So, two days until she was seventeen. What was so special about being seventeen? What was the great power in being a year older? Nothing she could see, she was just a year older, another candle on the cake. She'd never seen the great thrill in another birthday, her parents never celebrated them, so she didn't see the enjoyment. Being brought up without them made it almost impossible for her to see the point. So she didn't try.


Ilandra turned back to the window. It over looked the great emerald expanse of Hyde Park. There weren't any people she could see, not yet, on the grass below. No doubt there would be soon, and she would be one of them. She just wanted to go for a run. Even if curfew refused to allow the young lassy to go for a midnight run. She didn't have any time for it, not with her damned harp always in the way. She was a daring lass, one that didn't mind the risk of getting caught for the thrill of getting away. Her icy blue eyes were just waiting for the wind to pick up a bit, to see the moon's silver beating down on the grass to indicate a good time to start, or at least to run. She tossed back her pony-tail, leaning on the window sill. This could be a while. The lightd were still flicking in the office buildings.

It was a while. Ilandra had almost fallen asleep on the window sill, her chin resting on her hand. Wow this was boring. Her icy eyes were half closed as she straightened up to stretch. The last dwindling light in the office building flickered and went out as the hard worker left to go home to whatever family they had waiting, if any. Ilandra herself didn't have any, none in the near proximity. Her parents had died two years ago and her brother was an air host, always flying off to exotic parts. Her sister was married and living in Australia, leaving Ilandra lass on her own in sunny London with the bloody harp! She'd been pushed all her life to learn, and now she had and she still hated it. Her parents had never let her indulge in the activities she adored. Cross country running, surfing and horse riding. Her parents had a vendetta against all sports. But they weren't around any more, she could keep up running but where was the nearest wave in London? And how could she afford riding lessons on a will and her performance cash. Not likely.

Ilandra turned, shook back her pony-tail and walked over to the door. She opened it slowly enough so it didn't creak and peeked out, blue eyes shining. She slipped out and closed the door behind her. She didn't have a room-mate and didn't have to worry about them finding out anything. She took the stairs two at a time, jumping the last three as she crept across the landing and out towards the doors. Alright so far. No-one seemed to be around, the staircase to the lads dorms was silent, as was the one she'd just come up from. She breathed out, realising she'd been holding her breath. What was there to worry about? No-one was coming.

The streetlamp light flashed dark as the shadow passed under it. The next streetlamp up the road did the same as Ilandra jogged passed glancing around her. Each streetlamp only threw a very small glow on the pavement, leaving the rest in darkness. Even the florescent lights only lit up a few square metres. Ilandra slowed to a walk, glancing back over her shoulder. The entrance to Hyde park was ahead and she entered without a second thought, slipping into shadow and darkness. It would be quite hard to hide Ilandra, she wasn't exactly in camo gear. The blond hair didn't help either, but she wasn't hiding, just out when she shouldn't. But where was the law forbidding her from breaking curfew, stupid there wasn't one really.

A stray dog barked as Ilandra walked passed, arms crossed tight. She hadn't brought out a jumper, just shorts and a tee-shirt. She'd forgotten how cold London could be a night. Her teeth chattered as she glanced around. It was cold, it really was. Actually, no, it was sub zero freezing. She shivered, seating herself at the base of one of the huge trees lining the paths. The young musician pulled her knees up to her chest, closing her bare arms around her equally bare legs (from just above the knees down). Her head rested on her knnes. Well, it was one lessons she wouldn't forget. When running in London, run with a jumper or three. Ilandra closed her eyes, shivering with her back against the rough bark of the tree

I would call you up every Sunday Night

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And we'd stay up 'till the morning light

[Carter Garret]

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