Austin pushed through the paparazzi, pulling Ephraim with him as they climbed into their car. “I’m over being famous. It’s Broadway after all.” Austin told the driver to take them home, pulling Ephraim to sit as close as possible. “Well, you shouldn’t have sang in that Disney movie. You know what happens when you’re part of a Disney movie.” Eph looked up at Austin, as if he should have already figured it out. “Okay, smartass, you weren’t having such a problem when you got to see the movie before it was even released in theaters.” Eph chuckled, pecking Austin’s lips. “The best part is that our son or daughter will get to say his or her daddy was a Disney Prince.” Austin shrugged, leaning his head on Eph’s. “He or she will also learn that sometimes the prince falls for the, uh, I guess another prince.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss Eph’s lips, eliciting a soft moan from the shorter man. “I can’t wait until we’re parents.” Eph said brightly, linking his fingers with Austin’s. “Neither can I. So did Cam still want us to name her Camilla? Or Cam for a boy?” Eph chuckled, but looked up with bright eyes. “Weeellll….”
Goodness, I had to have read through your application multiple times, but each time I read through it, the more I loved how realistic Jeremy was. I really love how you referred to his online personality almost as completely different person, something used to feel with my alter-ego. As our first male OC, it was such a pleasure to have read and I think that he's going to be one of the most relatable characters here.
Name/Age: Samantha, 20
Time Zone: EST
Activity Level: Moderate. I can definitely meet the requirement.
IC Info:
Name: Ephraim Lasseter. (Goes by his online alias, Jeremy, or Eph.)
Age/Birthday: 21. January 26, 1991.
Background: Ephraim lived the almost painfully clichéd "normal", sheltered life of any other man-child. His father had been granted full custody after divorcing Mrs. Lasseter – who was less of the great artist she claimed to be and more of a lesson in how money and vanity, in excess, can destroy a person. Mr. Lasseter returned to his hometown in New Mexico, taking Eph with him – a far cry from the New York streets he had spent the first few years of his life walking. Shortly after Eph’s 10th birthday, his father was re-married, and he grew up in simultaneous spite and awe of his older stepbrother Liam, a significantly cooler boy than he would ever be. Eph’s academic years were fairly successful, but ultimately forgettable, as he wasn’t one for sports (hah) nor for performance art (even if he wasn’t shy, drama club always reminded him of his mother.)
Personality: Ephraim’s personality is a mystery even to himself. If one were to pass him on the street, or sit in the same class, one might not even detect his presence. He is silent, observant, an expert in people-watching, and occasionally, people-reading (if he stared at them long enough, he could tell you what the teary-eyed girl and her sullen boyfriend had been fighting over just an hour before that same day, without ever having witnessed the incident itself.) On the whole, he is the epitome of the nerdy loner – the boy who doesn’t speak unless spoken to, who keeps his feelings folded up as tightly as a paper fan. Jeremy, however, says whatever is on his mind, especially if it’ll get a rise out of others. He wouldn’t consider himself a troll, per se, but his witty, snarky posts are just as frequent as his ridiculous ramblings on par with a professional nightblogger.
Para sample: The rush started as soon as he was awake. Sometimes he would place the laptop beside him in bed, despite the obvious hazard of it falling and crashing to the floor in his sleep, just so that there would be no delay. He needed it, more than the first sip of coffee, more than he needed to brush his teeth – the prospects that this little box of wonders brought him was more intoxicating than he could explain.
50 new followers. Slow day. But then, it was only 8 AM.
His askbox, once opened, had never been empty. Messages of praise, of love, of spiteful anon hate, piled on top of one another like puppies in a basket, and every day he promised he’d reply to each and every one of them. But he never would. There was something quite satisfying in not giving them just what they wanted.
“wut up nerdz” was all he had to write, with the hashtag “only fifty followers” “we can do better than that”. Only 15 more until the giveaway – his entire collection of Doctor Who on DVD, including a few of Classic Who he was almost pained to part with. But Ephraim was always giving Jeremy gifts like that. For the good of his followers, sometimes sacrifices had to be made. For a boy who lived his life online, there was no sacrifice too big.
