Post by Artie Abrams on Sept 24, 2011 18:18:30 GMT -5
ARTHUR JOHN ABRAMS
[/color][/b][/font]Only yesterday was the time of our lives[/center]
NICK NAMES[/color] Artie, Wheels, Legs, Cripple...
AGE[/color] Seventeen, November 14th 1994
GENDER[/color] Male
SEXUALITY[/color] Heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP[/color] actor, musician, dancer
CANON[/color] Canon Abrams - Kevin McHale
PLAY-BY[/color] Kevin McHale
[/ul]OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?[/color]
He's stronger than he looks like. Yes, he looks like (and am, to be honest) a real nerd, but he's been in a wheelchair since he was eight. Trust him, you get a tough skin from that. Though not tough enough - he doubts that'll ever happen. And now we're mentioning the ways being in this has an impact on his personality. Of course he feels bitter at times about this, but generally he has accepted his situation and tends to make the best of it - he's surprisingly optimistic, about many things. He doesn't want to let his disability define him, but it has done so in more than one way, he guessed. He tried not to let that wear him down, though. When people get under his skin, he tends to react harshly. That, basically, means you (hopefully accidentally) hurt him. Also... Self-esteem issues much? He doesn't often show it, but on occasion his accepting exterior cracks and the bitter remarks can sound even more bitter then they were intended.
He's fairly independent: of course there are things he cannot do, but he comes along pretty good. Most of the time. Asking help isn't something he particularly likes, but what needs to be done needs to be done. So if that means he has to ask someone for a hand (or two, or four), he will. Begrudgingly.
With that in mind, he doesn't like pity. At all. He thoroughly despises that. Artie doesn't really like unasked help either, or people who suddenly start to push him. See it as some kind of privilege - not everyone's allowed to push his chair.Maybe because of that, he tends to feel better around people who have some sort of disability as well (like Tina's stutter), as it's easier to relate to them - and the other way around. When hurt (for example being lied to) he will lash out, often in a rash and mean way. It's not that he is mean, he's just hurt then.
[/ul]INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?[/color]
EXPRIENCE[/color] Somewhere between six and eight years, I think. Not sure xD Lost count a long time ago
CONTACT[/color] PM to start with - but if you want, you can ask my MSN/AIM through that
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Of course, the first thing people noticed about Artie Abrams was... Well, actually it was a close tie between his obviously lacking fashion sense, his big glasses and, usually number one; his wheelchair. However, even if he thoroughly disliked the staring and the obvious pity most people gave him, he was at ease in his chair. He was used to it now, having spent more or less the last nine years in it. Yes, he had his moment where he despised it, where he so much wished to walk and dance and ride a bike and whatnot. But that didn't change the hard facts of life. And he had adapted to it, accepted it. He was paralyzed from the waist down, but that didn't make him any less of a person. In a way, he even was glad it had happened so early. Adapting was easier when you were still small, and sometimes he couldn't imagine how his life would be if it hadn't happened.
Not that that was what on his mind right now, wheeling through the nearly deserted hallways of the school. He usually was allowed to leave class a few minutes early and/or arrive a few minutes late, as it was easy to see that it took him a bit longer to navigate the masses of students crowding the hallways (and, frankly, posing a danger to his health at times, given the fact that purses and bags hung at the same height as his head was). It also was a good excuse to escape annoying classes a bit earlier, which was exactly what he had done now. Next up was glee rehearsels, and while he often tried very hard to be in time for glee rehearsels, he'd be late today. For one simple, unfortunate reason; he had been slushied again - before the previous class, and he had cleaned up a bit, but he wanted to at least get on some clean and more importantly, dry clothes. Well, shirt, mainly. Pants and shoes were both a bit difficult and, although there were quite a few reasons why he should change them, he just didn't feel like it. So what he could catch a cold or worse? Well, that wasn't really true, but he was pretty sure he'd survive this.
Letting go of his wheels for a moment to push himself up a bit more in his chair, he sighed. Another annoying part of the whole slushie-ing thing was that it was actually not that good for his wheelchair. Other than an oddly sweet smell and incredibly stickyness, the thing just wasn't designed to get wet. And it got wet twice after these things - once the slushie(s), then not long after that the cleaning. With a practiced ease he pulled on one of the wheels, taking the corner perfectly so he ended up in front of the mens room. Muttering something fairly unfriendly under his breath, he went in, put his chair on brakes once it was in position and started to strip his (also sticky) gloves off, only to deposit them in the wash basin in front of him, which was already filling up with water.
Not that that was what on his mind right now, wheeling through the nearly deserted hallways of the school. He usually was allowed to leave class a few minutes early and/or arrive a few minutes late, as it was easy to see that it took him a bit longer to navigate the masses of students crowding the hallways (and, frankly, posing a danger to his health at times, given the fact that purses and bags hung at the same height as his head was). It also was a good excuse to escape annoying classes a bit earlier, which was exactly what he had done now. Next up was glee rehearsels, and while he often tried very hard to be in time for glee rehearsels, he'd be late today. For one simple, unfortunate reason; he had been slushied again - before the previous class, and he had cleaned up a bit, but he wanted to at least get on some clean and more importantly, dry clothes. Well, shirt, mainly. Pants and shoes were both a bit difficult and, although there were quite a few reasons why he should change them, he just didn't feel like it. So what he could catch a cold or worse? Well, that wasn't really true, but he was pretty sure he'd survive this.
Letting go of his wheels for a moment to push himself up a bit more in his chair, he sighed. Another annoying part of the whole slushie-ing thing was that it was actually not that good for his wheelchair. Other than an oddly sweet smell and incredibly stickyness, the thing just wasn't designed to get wet. And it got wet twice after these things - once the slushie(s), then not long after that the cleaning. With a practiced ease he pulled on one of the wheels, taking the corner perfectly so he ended up in front of the mens room. Muttering something fairly unfriendly under his breath, he went in, put his chair on brakes once it was in position and started to strip his (also sticky) gloves off, only to deposit them in the wash basin in front of him, which was already filling up with water.
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CARLEE BARLEY !? OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS AND I SHOULDN'T STEAL IT OR TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF BECAUSE IF I DO, SHE'LL EAT ME WITH ONE OF THOSE MELON SCOOPERS!