Eden Simmons || D6 || Complete
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Post by Death on Aug 11, 2014 13:57:12 GMT -5
E D E N M A C A L L S I M M O N S
M A L E , 2 2
D I S T R I C T S I X
M A L E , 2 2
D I S T R I C T S I X
I t ' s a n o t h e r b a d d r e a m .
P o i s o n i n m y b l o o d s t r e a m .
I ' m d y i n g b u t I c a n ' t s c r e a m .
W i l l y o u s h o w m e t h e w a y ?
P o i s o n i n m y b l o o d s t r e a m .
I ' m d y i n g b u t I c a n ' t s c r e a m .
W i l l y o u s h o w m e t h e w a y ?
Tall is the one word most people use when they describe Eden Simmons. Someone would ask, “Eden? Who’s Eden?” and someone who knew him would say, “Oh, you know. Eden. The tall one?” And the person’s eyes would widen knowingly and they’d nod, seeming to say, “Oh. Him.”
Eden didn’t mind that he had to duck to go through a door. Or that he’d been banging his head on hanging light fixtures since he was sixteen years old and had reached the stellar height of 6’ 8”. He was twenty-two now. He’d given up hope of the world suddenly becoming made to fit his height.
Besides his height, Eden couldn’t think of anything else to recommend himself to other people. He was average build—not a beanpole or a broad-shouldered superhero hunk. His hair fit his personality perfectly; it couldn’t quite make up its mind. It enjoyed being a brown that had tangled with the wrong ginger and had stolen some color from that blonde chick he’d made it to third base with back in high school. Eyes? To him, a forgettable green (that girls liked to whisper about behind their boyfriends’ backs…).
He thought his skin color was okay. Not really pale. Not dark. Just kinda pinkish, yellowish, tanish, peachish. White person skin color, you know? Nothing too special. The kind that tanned slowly in the sun and went pale when his work required him to be inside all the time. He didn’t mind that, though. The sun wasn’t too important to him.
Eden’s face was like an hourglass: wide at the cheekbones, curving inward at the cheeks, with a wider jawline. Shallow-and-wide-set eyes. His nose was at that awkward stage between not long enough to be called long, but too long to be called small. The bridge of it was thin, but the tip and nostrils were wide. He had a long neck, reaching into a pair of shoulders that displayed muscle better than his abdomen or chest did.
Eden didn’t mind that he had to duck to go through a door. Or that he’d been banging his head on hanging light fixtures since he was sixteen years old and had reached the stellar height of 6’ 8”. He was twenty-two now. He’d given up hope of the world suddenly becoming made to fit his height.
Besides his height, Eden couldn’t think of anything else to recommend himself to other people. He was average build—not a beanpole or a broad-shouldered superhero hunk. His hair fit his personality perfectly; it couldn’t quite make up its mind. It enjoyed being a brown that had tangled with the wrong ginger and had stolen some color from that blonde chick he’d made it to third base with back in high school. Eyes? To him, a forgettable green (that girls liked to whisper about behind their boyfriends’ backs…).
He thought his skin color was okay. Not really pale. Not dark. Just kinda pinkish, yellowish, tanish, peachish. White person skin color, you know? Nothing too special. The kind that tanned slowly in the sun and went pale when his work required him to be inside all the time. He didn’t mind that, though. The sun wasn’t too important to him.
Eden’s face was like an hourglass: wide at the cheekbones, curving inward at the cheeks, with a wider jawline. Shallow-and-wide-set eyes. His nose was at that awkward stage between not long enough to be called long, but too long to be called small. The bridge of it was thin, but the tip and nostrils were wide. He had a long neck, reaching into a pair of shoulders that displayed muscle better than his abdomen or chest did.
I t ' s a n o t h e r w o l f b i t e .
H o w l i n ' i n t h e m o o n l i g h t .
I w a n n a g e t m y l i f e r i g h t !
W i l l y o u s h o w m e t h e w a y t o n i g h t ?
W i l l y o u b e t h e r e t o n i g h t ?
O h w o h o . . .
H o w l i n ' i n t h e m o o n l i g h t .
I w a n n a g e t m y l i f e r i g h t !
W i l l y o u s h o w m e t h e w a y t o n i g h t ?
W i l l y o u b e t h e r e t o n i g h t ?
O h w o h o . . .
Eden likes to draw blueprints and sketches-- not attention. For all his height, he comes up short in the confidence department. It's not like he views himself badly. He doesn't mind himself. He just doesn't think he's anything special and doesn't want the kind of treatment that comes with it. He'd rather be manning or making the spotlight than performing under it. He is not a very good public speaker for that very reason.
Timely and efficient, Eden is a dependable person. That is, once he's made his mind up! It takes forever for him to make a decision on anything. It takes a lot of stress (or a lot of comfort with something) for him to think and act in the moment and make up his mind quickly. This is why he's so good at his job. He's still learning and making mistakes, but when you give him a task he's comfortable with, he gets it done very quickly. Although he's generally quiet and seems easy-going, he has little patience for people who are stupid, slow or both. He would never voice those opinions, though. He wants everyone to like him, even if he acts like he doesn't care. He's like a gentle giant, or a well-behaved draft horse.
Sometimes Eden gets fed up with how much of a push-over he feels that he is. When he gets ticked off, he just simmers under the surfaces for days, months-- even years-- before he explodes into a mushroom cloud of rage that forces his friends to mutate into back stabbers and run away. It's like starting over from scratch. Since it happened half-way through high school and he lost most of his friends, Eden tries to keep himself tightly controlled and under wraps. You can tell he's pissed when he goes blank and you can no longer read his facial expressions.
Eden lives by the principle of "Do all the things and do them right the first time." He does everything he's told to do, follows the rules and, at the end of the day, is perfectly okay with having a life that people would call boring. He avoids things that would be "frivolous" or "expensive," even if it's just a night out getting drinks with friends. He dresses conservatively, acts conservatively and ends up seeming much older than he actually is. He is surprised that people are surprised he's only in his twenties.
In the words of Kitty's character, Cherry, "...he seems a bit different with his quick one word comments, but I think I [understand] him. A gentle giant in lay-men's terms. You would not think that looking at him. "
He likes animals, isn't too crazy about kids, but will deal with them and enjoys the color gray. Myers-Briggs' wise, Eden is an INTP and his "spirit animal" is a elephant. He's an only-child.
I f t h e d a r k n e s s f a l l s , a n d m y a n g e l c a l l s
I n m y d e s p a i r ,
W i l l y o u b e t h e r e ?
I n t h e d a r k e s t n i g h t ,
W h e n I n e e d y o u r l i g h t ,
W i l l y o u s h o w m e t h e w a y ?
W i l l y o u s h o w m e t h e w a y ?
Eden was born September 28th to Aspen and Joel Simmons in a District Six hospital. He was their first and only child. Technically, his birth mother is Carmen Joyce Bowman, a young woman in need of money and willing to be a surrogate mother for the two desperate parents. Eden is the result of Aspen's egg, but Carmen's body. He has never met his birth mother, nor has the desire to meet her. He views the parents who raised him very firmly as his parents, especially since he bears both of their DNA.
He was a good baby and a good toddler. He didn't start speaking until he was nearly five, initially forcing his parents into thinking he had autism. He began reading shortly before that and hasn't stopped since. As a child, he was quiet and reserved. His best friend was a girl named Ladybug Jensen, or just Bugs. They enjoyed each other's company immensely but drifted apart as time went on. They have since lost track of each other.
Although he didn't much talk about his inner life, Eden admitted to his parents that he was struggling with depression when he was about fifteen years old. They quickly got him the help he needed and he stabilized until the medication he was on gave him mood swings. This is what was ultimately responsible for his explosion during high school, but rather than blame the medication, he took the blame onto himself and accepted the consequences that came with his decisions. He blamed himself for not having more self-control and became reclusive until he trusted himself enough to curb his own emotional impulses. By that time, high school was coming to a close. He met a nice girl who's name he no longer remembers and dated her for several months before he dumped her in favor of getting some training for his work.
While his mother and father worked as botanists, Eden had an interest in technology, specifically electronics and aeronautics. He tested into the field and worked as a vehicle mechanic for a while before beginning his training in design and engineering. He currently does a blend of the two work fields.
I f m y t i m e r u n s o u t ,
A n d t h e s k y f a l l s d o w n ,
D e s p i t e m y f e a r ,
W i l l y o u a p p e a r ?
I f t h e w o r l d g o e s b l i n d ,
A n d I l o s e m y m i n d
W i l l y o u s h o w m e t h e w a y ?
Personality: 438
History: 364
Total: 1143 words
Codeword: o D a i r