Post by dougie chase sturridge on Feb 11, 2010 20:25:50 GMT -5
credit to foliedeux @ caution 2.0
DOUG- CHASE - STURRIDGE ,
nicknames ,
- - - dougie, that's mainly what he goes by
age ,
- - - eighteen.
occupation ,
- - - works part time as a lifeguard at the beach.
member group ,
- - - senior
personality ,
- - - sweet, outgoing, sarcastic, funny, optimistic, dependable, loyal, carefree, good friend, oblivious
family ,
- - -jonathan richards(father) thomas sturridge(adoptive father) elena sturridge(mother) chaske sturridge(half-brother, 10)
history ,
- - - Dougie was born by accident, really. His mom, Elena had always been the 'it' girl in high school. She was a smug, snobbish sophomore, but she was gorgeous, popular, and all of the guys wanted to be with her. She was just a little too self-righteous and didn't care much for anyone's feelings but her own. One night, as she was walking away from a party, alone, which was pretty stupid, when a guy approached. It wasn’t just any guy; it was Jonathan Richards, a senior. He was gorgeous and every girl wanted to be with him. It was obvious that he was drunk, but she seemed to overlook that fact. He had chosen to approach her! Oh, how happy she was, she was sure to rub it into all of the other girl's faces.
The two had flirted shamelessly, and suddenly he was on top of her and they were under the trees, lying in the grass in a park not too far away from the party. She had started to freak out, and become hysterical, she was only fifteen! This had angered Jonathan, and in a blind fit of rage, he knocked her unconscious. She had been raped that night. And when she finally regained her consciousness in the morning, she was a changed girl. She saw things from a different perspective, and now she found herself as stupid, and undeserving of life. A guy had found her, Thomas Sturridge, or rather, Tommy back then. He was the sweetest guy and he had always had the biggest crush on her, but she never noticed him. But, that day she finally noticed him. He had walked her home and made sure that she was okay. He even called the police to report the raping. Tommy and Elena had grown close, and she had actually made a friend that she cared about, and he cared about her as well, much to her own disbelief. They had fallen in love quickly, and were soon dating.
A few months after her sixteenth birthday, she wasn't feeling too good, she had started gaining weight and soon found out that she was pregnant, not with Tommy's baby, but with Jonathan's. When she had told Tommy, he wasn't mad at all, just disappointed. He took care of her the whole time, even when her mother kicked her out of the house. Elena stayed with Tommy and he promised to take care of her and the baby for as long as he could. When said baby was born, Elena couldn't believe her eyes, he looked just like his mother, except her had Jonathan's big, blue eyes. She cried at the sight, but soon learned to accept him. He wasn't at all evil like his father, he was a rather sweet baby, rarely crying, and always laughing and playing. When Tommy and Elena were eighteen, Tommy adopted Dougie when he was two and Elena andTommy got married the following year. Things were going great for Dougie, he had the best parents and he had all that he had ever wanted, well almost. He'd always wanted a little brother, so when Dougie was eight, his half-brother was born, his parents named him Chaske. He looked a lot like Dougie and he couldn't be any happier. He taught Chaske all that he knew, and was very protective of him.
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Today was starting out to be a pretty good day; Dakota had woken up to the smell of blueberry pancakes that Gramps had made. Cody had jumped out of bed fast as lightning when he smelled his favorite breakfast dish. He ran down the stairs, two at a time and ran into the small, dimly lit kitchen, nearly knocking over the kitchen table. "Whoa, there boy. Excited now, are we?" Gramps asked with a sly grin. His face was mostly unlined except for the wrinkles around his eyes, from always smiling and laughing. Other than that, he looked ageless. "Sorry Gramps, you know me, I love your blueberry pancakes!" Cody said and rubbed his hands together, his stomach growling in agreement. He sat down and grabbed a stack of pancakes and ate them slowly, savoring each and every bite. "This is great!" He said but it came out as. "Shmish fris grashte!" The old Quileute chuckled and shook his head, “Oh yeah, your mother called.”
Cody grumbled a response, he loved his mom to death but she left him, she could’ve raised him, but she decided not to. Ever since his father’s death, she has called him every day, ten times a day for the next, give or take twelve years. Most of the time he called back, but he was almost an adult and he had to live his life, she just didn’t get that. “Just tell her I’m busy.” He told Gramps after he gulped down a cup of orange juice. “I’m going to head by the store to grab some snack food before I go to school.” He called out to the older man before running up to his room and doing all of his normal morning rituals. He got dressed, brushed his teeth, made his bed (Kind of, if you count throwing everything onto your bed.) He grabbed his backpack from underneath his bed and ran down the stairs, and out the door. He found his grandpa in their little garage, working on his ’67 baby blue Mustang convertible that he was giving to Cody. “See ya Gramps!” He called out and started walking away before his grandpa could say bye. The good thing about living in La Push was that everything was in walking distance, and everyone knew each other.
Dakota waved to a few friends and neighbors as he walked along the familiar street to the small shop on the corner. He’s been coming to this place to grab some food since he was just a young kid, so he knew everyone that worked there. He was always there because he just loved food, although his body doesn’t show it, he eats a lot. Many Quileute’s are big eaters; he guesses that it runs in the blood. Although he doesn’t look fully Quileute, he considers himself to be seeing as he was born and raised here and he was raised by two Quileute men. His looks come mostly from his mother though, she’s Irish and Italian; that explains the blue eyes and olive toned skin. But, he gets his personality and everything else from his dad. Dakota Sr. was a great guy, and anyone who knew him would agree. Just the thought of his father made Dakota smile widely.
Without even noticing it, Cody had made it to the shop and he was about five away from entering when he collided into someone. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t even see her coming. “Oh crap.” Slipped out of his mouth as the person he collided with, a girl, started falling. She was inches away from hitting the asphalt when Dakota quickly grabbed her falling bag and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her up gingerly and set her on her feet, keeping one hand on her shoulder, steadying her before she could fall again. “Sorry about that, I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing.” He shrugged and smiled sheepishly. He got a good look at her and realized that he had never seen her before. He definitely would’ve remembered if he had, she was probably from out of town. Remembering that he was still holding her bag, he held it out for her. “Oh, here’s your bag, sorry if it got squished.” He said and a light blush heated his cheeks, which is what happens whenever he gets embarrassed. He wanted to smack himself in the face for blushing, how stupid was he?
Cody grumbled a response, he loved his mom to death but she left him, she could’ve raised him, but she decided not to. Ever since his father’s death, she has called him every day, ten times a day for the next, give or take twelve years. Most of the time he called back, but he was almost an adult and he had to live his life, she just didn’t get that. “Just tell her I’m busy.” He told Gramps after he gulped down a cup of orange juice. “I’m going to head by the store to grab some snack food before I go to school.” He called out to the older man before running up to his room and doing all of his normal morning rituals. He got dressed, brushed his teeth, made his bed (Kind of, if you count throwing everything onto your bed.) He grabbed his backpack from underneath his bed and ran down the stairs, and out the door. He found his grandpa in their little garage, working on his ’67 baby blue Mustang convertible that he was giving to Cody. “See ya Gramps!” He called out and started walking away before his grandpa could say bye. The good thing about living in La Push was that everything was in walking distance, and everyone knew each other.
Dakota waved to a few friends and neighbors as he walked along the familiar street to the small shop on the corner. He’s been coming to this place to grab some food since he was just a young kid, so he knew everyone that worked there. He was always there because he just loved food, although his body doesn’t show it, he eats a lot. Many Quileute’s are big eaters; he guesses that it runs in the blood. Although he doesn’t look fully Quileute, he considers himself to be seeing as he was born and raised here and he was raised by two Quileute men. His looks come mostly from his mother though, she’s Irish and Italian; that explains the blue eyes and olive toned skin. But, he gets his personality and everything else from his dad. Dakota Sr. was a great guy, and anyone who knew him would agree. Just the thought of his father made Dakota smile widely.
Without even noticing it, Cody had made it to the shop and he was about five away from entering when he collided into someone. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t even see her coming. “Oh crap.” Slipped out of his mouth as the person he collided with, a girl, started falling. She was inches away from hitting the asphalt when Dakota quickly grabbed her falling bag and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her up gingerly and set her on her feet, keeping one hand on her shoulder, steadying her before she could fall again. “Sorry about that, I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing.” He shrugged and smiled sheepishly. He got a good look at her and realized that he had never seen her before. He definitely would’ve remembered if he had, she was probably from out of town. Remembering that he was still holding her bag, he held it out for her. “Oh, here’s your bag, sorry if it got squished.” He said and a light blush heated his cheeks, which is what happens whenever he gets embarrassed. He wanted to smack himself in the face for blushing, how stupid was he?
