ROUSSEAU, keegan carter

[keegan]

*KEEGAN CARTER ROUSSEAU,

“life isn't about finding yourself, life is about creating yourself”

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*step into the spotlight,
» FULL NAME: keegan carter rousseau
» NICKNAMES: keeg
» AGE/BIRTHDAY: twenty-one / january 12, 1990
» GENDER: male
» ORIENTATION: straight
» CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
» GROUP/GRADE: local

*let them see who you are,
» HAIR: chestnut-brown hair with a natural curl and wave that is sometimes tamed.
» EYES: a beautiful green-brown that change color intensity often and never seem to stay the same hue for longer than an hour.
» HEIGHT/WEIGHT: a little on the taller side at 6'2, and has a slender/athletic build.
» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: an array of freckles all over his body and a small tattoo of an anchor on his foot for remembrance of his father, other than that keegan considers himself pretty plain.
» STYLE: comfort is the first thing that keegan thinks of when picking out his style choices. he doesn't aim to impress, and never worries if he "matches" or not. laidback choices of jeans and a t-shirt are a go-to for him, and dominate his everyday wardrobe. however, it is necessary for him to wear suits for his job, so he can often be seen in a dapper looking outfit from the beginning of work to the end, but don't expect him to stay in it longer than is expect of him. he isn't the monkey suit type-- although he looks quite dashing--but more of a simple "whatever's clean is good enough for me" kind of style.
» OVERALL: keegan considers himself pretty normal looking, nothing special, but girls seem to fawn over his looks. he thinks he looks like any other scrawny kid around town, but he considers his personality the real attraction factor... along with his million-watt, infectious smile often paired with a scruffy five-o'clock shadow. besides the occasional scruff upon his cheek his complexion has always been pretty clear and a soft flush upon his cheeks. sometimes keegan is self conscious of his pallor, since it's easy to detect if he's embarrassed or blushing, but accepts it anyways instead of going tanning or something equally as embarrassing.

*shine through the darkness,
» LIKES:
movies
theatre
frozen yogurt
acting
basketball
broadway
reading
puzzles
playing guitar
dancing

» DISLIKES:
crossing over bridges
cats
public swimming pools
smoking
broken guitar strings
blueberries
lying
ferris wheels
biting nails
snoring

» STRENGTHS:
acting
playing guitar
public speaking
communication
problem solving

» WEAKNESSES:
red heads
musicals
too trusting
hopeless romantic
frozen yogurt

» SECRETS:
keegan is a trust fund baby, but hates to let anyone know he's from a wealthy family
he hates his job, but does it anyway to show his mother and step-father he doesn't need their money
he's dyslexic

» GOALS:
make it to broadway someday
find the girl of his dreams
write a book one day

» OVERALL PERSONALITY: keegan is a ball of pure fun and energy. he always tries to have a good time, and likes to make the people around him have a good time as well. his positive disposition he inherited from his father, and he always tries to stay optimistic and positive if not for him, but in memory of his father. although he has his "down days" keegan makes sure that it's hidden well, and no one knows, which isn't always a positive trait. it takes a bit of an emotional toll inside of him to always try and portray the happy, quirky keegan when things in his life can just suck, or he's overall not happy. however, being a stubborn guy and seeing too many pessimistic people around him he tries to be the one guy you can always rely on to be the "rock" for others. keegan could spend all day listening to people's problems and dole out advice if he wanted to, he's just that kind of guy.

in high school keegan was even rumored to be gay, just because of his affinity for singing, dancing, acting, and openness. in his college years keegan did experiment, but he knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life in a loft in new york with a beautiful girl by his side and working on broadway. theatre is the biggest thing in keegan's life, and he can't get enough of it. if he could he could just live, eat, breathe it. he knows one day he'll make it big though. keegan has great aspirations and is big on keeping his goals in mind. he also has good morals and knows what he does and doesn't believe in. you could say that keegan isn't a guy who is confused. he knows who he is, who he will be, and is happy with his life for the most part.

to sum keegan up he is quite the happy gentleman. he was raised with a great family structure, and is very respectful. he's every girl's dream for a perfect husband, but keegan doesn't have the best track record. he's dated numerous women, but things never end up working out. girls either cheat on him, things fizzle out, or the two end up being friends. he can't help but wonder if there is something wrong with him, and he is a little insecure of his looks because of it. it's nothing that puts him in an inferiority complex though, he still keeps his head up high. he just wishes that the romance department would work out sometime or later. maybe he just reads too many romance novels, or is in touch with his feminine side more than other guys. all keegan knows is that he can only be himself, except for when he's acting...

*dive into your past,
» PARENTS: evelyn desiree rousseau-steele - mother
jonathon marco rousseau - father, deceased
wyatt leonard steele - stepfather
» SIBLINGS: jacqueline leihanne rousseau - sister, 18
otis matthew steele - halfbrother, 15
bartholomew wyatt steele - halfbrother, 11
louise riley steele - halfsister, 5
» PETS: slinky - dachshund
» SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none.
» OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: none.
» HISTORY: keegan carter rousseau was born on a chilly january day to evelyn and jonathon rousseau. being the first born child his parents spent every second with keegan. as he grew into a young child keegan had the strongest family system he knew of. all of his friends parents were either divorced or nonexistent. keegan loved the fact that he went to the movies with his parents every week, or got to go to work with his father constantly. keegan loved going to work with his father who worked the docks. the smell of the salty air, the fish being pulled in, everything about it keegan couldn't get enough of. however, keegan's time was cut short with his father after a boating accident left his father critically injured. by the time the ambulance got his father to the hospital he was brain dead. the impact of the death was nothing like keegan has ever experienced before. he felt abandoned and didn't understand why this had to happen. it was just keegan, his mother and his newly born little sister. with a major part of his life missing keegan suffered major depression for most of his childhood after that, but things started to change when his mother met another man, wyatt.

keegan was still young and impresionable at this time, and still didn't understand how anyone could get over such a death. it didn't help that the new man in their life was trying to buy them over with gifts. wyatt was beyond rich and thought you could buy love with money, and it worked. a year after meeting evelyn wyatt and she married, and soon got to conceiving children. keegan knew that his father, his real father, would never approve of the behavior he was expressing now. keegan had become overly disrespectful to wyatt and his mother, had nothing to do with his half-sibling and was doing poorly in school. one day he just realized this sort of behavior wasn't going to result in anything positive, and his father wouldn't have liked it either. from that day on keegan started to try and adjust to his new life.

by the time keegan reached high school he had developed a new outlook on life. he was going to be a happy person and life every day like his last. this is the time keegan also discovered theatre and immediately fell in love. he forgot all about the problems he had, and just got to be someone else for a little while. he completely immersed himself in the roles, and felt like things were going to get better and better. his stepfather even wanted to take keegan out of private school and put him into a performing arts school, but keegan hated that he could get anything he wanted because his family was all of a sudden wealthy. keegan wanted to work and achieve things on his own terms, and out of pure hard work and talent. that's why at eighteen he denied going to the college of his choice to prove his point. he attended NYU as a double major of business and theatre and flew through his years in college. now, finally graduated keegan has a job at an advertising firm that he doesn't really enjoy, but it's a job. in his spare time keegan auditions for every gig he can musical, theatre, and so on hoping for his big break.

every day he lives hoping and dreaming. he dreams of making it big, finding the love of his life, and walking in his father's steps by being the best man he could be. he hopes that one day his stepfather will realize that money isn't everything, and that his little brother and sisters won't follow that path either. he just has the best in mind for himself and others, and wants to live his life in the fullest because he doesn't know when it'll be his last. he also thinks maybe one day he could write a book along with being on broadway, but for now he's trying to take one day at a time and not get too carried away by his active imagination and many hopes and dreams

*behind the scenes,
» NAME/ALIAS: megan
» AGE: 18
» ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: five years
» HOW YOU FOUND US: an ad
» CODE PHRASE: ADMIN EDIT
» RP SAMPLE:

The hallway was dark; pitch black, to be exact. The floors were carpeted with deep, dark velvety red carpet that looked like you were walking on a sea of blood, and it went on and on as far as the eye could see. Colors blended together, making the room look longer than it really was and the walls were bare with blackness. Not a sound could be heard, and no one spoke. Were there other people in the room? There may have been, or maybe it had just been a mouse or cockroach.

Suddenly, a light! It was one of those old-fashioned oil lamps and it cast a morbid shadow on the floor, making the ugly color of red even more protruding and unwelcoming. Where was this place? Simple, a manor, the basement of a manor to be exact and at the end of the hallway there was a boy. One lone, little child hugging a one-eyed dirty teddy bear to his chest was all there was in the room, or was he? The boy screamed of loneliness and sadness and as he began to shuffle his little bare feet across the carpeted the floor, he began to tremble.

The room’s light flickered slightly as the boy walked along the hallway, scared of what might be in store for him, he was scared of the light going out, scared of being alone again, scared of being left to die. He felt the wall next to him and shivered. The wall was frighteningly cold and the paint seemed to have chipped off as he brushed his fingers against it. As the flakes floated down to the floor, like winter’s snowflakes, and landed on the carpet the light flickered dangerously and it suddenly went out, just as it came on.

The boy froze, stuck to the spot as if the carpet was quicksand and he knew he mustn’t move. He knew something was terribly wrong with this room and he needed to get out, quick as he could. A bead of sweat trickled down the little child’s forehead as he wrung his hands tighter around the teddy’s fur, as if a security blanket. Then, he ran, he ran back from where he had came in, but it was no use, the room seemed as if it was a treadmill, never getting any closer to his destination, and further away from where he was.

Without warning something hit the boy in the back of his head and he fell to the floor, nearly conscience. His artic blue eyes began to droop slightly from exhaustion as he made out a human figure in front of him, but it was veiled by the darkness of the room, and he could only make an outline of the body. It was a man’s, he must have been an adult because his body was well-defined, and strong as the figure bent down and grabbed the boy’s wrists as he began to drag the boy’s body somewhere, the boy himself didn’t know where he was going, and his wrists hurt badly but he was just to tired to fight back. The back of his head throbbed from whatever had hit him, and his eyes began to close, close just in time to miss centuries worth of nightmares and anxiety, just in time to miss…

Theodore Kingsley Malfoy woke up with a start as he gasped from the dream. His hands, and body, began to tremble and shake uncontrollably as he recollected the things he witnessed in the dream. What did it mean? He ran a hand shakily threw his sweat-soaked hair as he threw the covers off of his sweat-adorned body. He flung his legs over to the side of the bed and brought his hands to his head as he tried to reorient himself.

A wave of nausea passed over him as vomit rose up into his chest and he had to practically sprint to the bathroom before the nausea passed him and he slumped up against the toilet and began to shake his head back and forth. He had that dream countless times; so many times he had lost count. He willed himself not to sob as he glanced down at his wrists, noticing the unusual redness of them, like he had been drug across a room.

Flushing the toilet, TK peered out of the bathroom to spot his roommate still fast asleep. Good, he thought to himself as he glanced over to the clock on his own nightstand, seeing the red numbers flash 2:25 A.M. at him as he tried to calm himself down. It wouldn’t be any use of going back to sleep now because he had gone threw this routine one too many times. Whenever he had this dream, he would never get back to sleep, because when he closed his eyes all he could picture was this heartless figure dragging the boy across the room.

Water pelted down on TK’s body as he leaned against the shower wall, trying to think of why he had that dream so frequently, and so suddenly. Last year he had never had this dream, but all of a sudden, this year he had been having it twice a week, or something like that. But he shook all of the negative thoughts away from his mind as he washed his hair, and finished the rest of his shower.

After TK had came out of the bathroom, all dressed and looking refreshed, the clock blinked back 3:00 A.M. at him. He stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he slipped out of the dorm room, in search for something to do. He slipped quietly out of the Ravenclaw Common Room without a peep and began to walk down a passageway, still pondering what to do, or where to go.

As he wondered down the hallways, and passageways TK fell upon a door. A lone door in the hallway, all by itself. He raised an eyebrow, wondering why he had never noticed this door before he put his hand on the doorknob. He didn’t think the room would be open but he he slowly twisted the knob, it clicked open and he opened the door enough so he could peek inside of it.

What his eyes uncovered was an empty classroom, but instead of desks or tables there were many couches and pillows adorning the floors. Curtains hung from the ceiling, giving the room a very bohemian feeling. There was a chalkboard on the other side of the room, looking like a piece of chalk had never touched its black surface. He opened the door a bit wider, so his body could slip threw the doorway, and he left it open a slight tad, because he knew it was foolish to shut oneself inside an unknown room.

The room was surprisingly free of dust and it seemed as if was a product of display, like part of a museum piece that had to be kept perfect. Slowly, but surely, TK lowered himself down unto one of them many couches and situated his body so he could stare up at the ceiling. He concentrated on the many luxurious and royal purples as his thoughts began to wonder, wonder back to the dream, and who that boy was…

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