[hider=Ender][center][h1][color=7d1c7f]Erick James Anderson [/color][/h1] [IMG]http://67.media.tumblr.com/00a98e36b396804c24593abf4da561d1/tumblr_inline_n2x6iwtepj1rjpy1t.gif[/IMG] [i]"I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin’ pussy"[/i] -[b]Makaveli the Don[/b][hr] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Name:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Erick James Anderson Jr.[/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Nickname:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Ender Don’t call him Erick if you aren’t looking to get your fucking ass beat.[/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Birth Date:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]10/16[/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]17[/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Male[/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Sexuality:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Bisexual[/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Relationship Status:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Engaged to the game[/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Nope.[/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Classification:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Senior[/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Role:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Jock[/indent] [img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/cb966e054f1f9b7f2ff178bbc8970486/tumblr_inline_n2x6kwg8at1rjpy1t.gif[/img] [sub][sup][color=7d1c7f][i]”You should see the other guy…”[/i][/color][/sup][/sub] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]In Depth Appearance:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Ender is [i]far and away[/i] the best dressed of his friends. He knows when things match, when they don’t, and what to wear. He’s fancy, it’s really that simple. Button up shirts, ties, slacks. That’s what he wears on a day to day. Being well dressed is fucking easy and frankly, there’s no excuse. He can always be found wearing a small chain around his neck, with a small, smooth, circular piece of metal hanging from it. He has a soft face, framed by short brown hair, with dark brown eyes. Like the rest of his friend group, Ender is fit and attractive. The only issue Ender has is nine out of ten times, he has a fight mark on his face: black eye, crooked nose, bruised cheek. Some people are into it, some people think it makes him look gross. C’est la vie.[/indent] [img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/89ddfd428a60cae51a46942994f46c33/tumblr_inline_n2x6h5HmA21rjpy1t.gif[/img] [h1][color=7d1c7f][u]M Y Q U I R K S[/u][/color][/h1] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Habits | Quirks | Oddities[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Slaps the wall of a doorway twice whenever he walks into a room. [*]Despite having pin-straight, knot free hair, always carries a comb [*]Listens to Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi entirely too often [*]Randomly shows up at Connor’s house in the dead of the night to sleep over (to the point that he has a key to the front door)[/list][/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Hobbies:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Airsoft/paintball [*]Basketball [*]Ending things[/list] [/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Likes:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]The Elite [*]Ending things [*]The way the emos dress. /fa/ as fuck [*]The crisp crunch of a pringle. [*]The smooth, refreshing taste of Sprite [*]The nice crinkly noise paper makes when you tear it out of a binder[/list][/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Dislikes:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Ty’s accent [*]The way his homies dress. Not /fa/. At all. [*]Kettle corn [*]Stuff getting in his teeth [*]The way dollar bills smell [*]Pretty much everyone that’s not directly a member of the Elite[/list][/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Fears:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Big ass [*]motherfucking [*]snakes[/list][/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/color] [img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/59b74cb61eb9db55a6b6827c6bb7018b/tumblr_inline_n2sw4aVhXp1rjpy1t.gif [/img] [u]♦ Cocky ♦ Short Fused ♦ Fashionable ♦ Distant ♦[/u] [indent]Ender is a product of his upbringing, first and foremost. If his relationship with his father was better, or if his mother was alive, maybe he’d be a nicer person. But, his relationship with his father is fucking terrible, and his mother has been dead for just over a decade. As a result, Ender is an emotionally short, distant young man with far fewer redeeming traits than his downsides. He’s good at football, and he knows that. In fact, most of his personality can be found in what he does at the beginning of each play: Ender will walk to the line and raise his hand, pointing a finger gun at the opponent’s quarter back, then fire. Bam. Ended. He’s an alright dude to hang out with, once you get over his general abrasive and aggressiveness. He’s been described as a ‘nail-file of a person’ (Ty’s doing. Never again). He’s extremely close with his friends, not with other people, though even the rest of his group will admit that Ender is the most distant of the lot. He disappears randomly for long periods of time and can be hard to get ahold of, despite thousands of texts and hundreds of phone calls.[/indent][hr] [h1][color=7d1c7f][u]D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T[/u][/color][/h1] [img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/a56407e5440d4a0ead3c63dfefa485ce/tumblr_inline_mfajbfH54a1qlyey2.gif[/img] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Irish and Italian. Same name as his father. His father used to be a professional football player, for the San Francisco 49ers, and won four Super Bowl rings before sustaining an injury that kept him out for just over a half a season. When he came back, he couldn’t perform quite as well as he did before- due to a variety of reasons, and, like any self-respecting Irishman would, he took out his frustration on the bottle of alcohol, his wife, and his then 5 year old son. Suddenly second string, his rage was beyond what Ender and his mother had seen in the past. He beat Ender’s mom. She died, and so did their unborn child. Quietly covered up by an excellent legal team and Ender’s father’s friends in high places as a fall down a flight of stairs, the son and father moved out of SF, heading south while receiving pay from the Niners, thankful for the good championships they’d won under his father’s initial run and leadership. They wound up in Beverly Hills. Ender had just freshly turned seven, and hit it off quite well with his next-door neighbor: Connor. The two became fast friends, a friendship that went beyond that--they were brothers, and they would ride together die together for life. Though it stopped for a little while after they moved, by the time Ender was 10, his father was back on the bottle again, and Ender found himself escaping the home (really, it was more of a prison) that he lived in by running off and staying the night at Connor’s. When he turned fourteen, he’d spent so much time at Connor’s, that Connor’s parents chose to just give him a house key. He basically lived there anyway, and showed up at random, awful times in the middle of the night--and to be honest, they were getting sick of being woken up by the door bell. His father thrashed him constantly. In fact, one could go so far as to say that Erick James Anderson Senior blamed his injury, the loss of his wife, and the loss of his unborn child on Ender. Connor would often question the bruises and cuts on his friend’s body, but Ender would shrug it off and say [color=7d1c7f]”You should see the other guy,”[/color] because… Ender wasn’t weak. And he wouldn’t let anyone know what happened to him. He didn’t need help. Didn’t want it. At thirteen, Connor decided that Ender wasn’t an Erick. He was… an Ender. After all, he was the second best football player (behind Connor himself) that Connor had ever seen, and a play with Ender was a game winner. So… Ender he became. The young teen latched onto the nickname obsessively, going so far as to get physical with people who called him Erick instead. He wasn’t like his father. He didn’t want to share the same name as him, and he hated that people [i]insisted[/i] on reminding him that he did. So, Ender he was. And Ender he would stay. By the time they reached high school, and their group of friends grew, even the teachers just called him Ender. It was nice. He liked it, appreciated it. To this day, Ender honors his mother--a woman he only has bright memories of, and the only person he knows for sure has ever cared about him--by listening to her favorite song ‘[i]Wanted, Dead or Alive[/i]’ by Bon Jovi, and by wearing a chain with a piece of steel hanging from it. Pressed into the steel is his mother’s fingerprint. Since he received it at the funeral, Ender has never taken it off, and likely never will.[/indent][hr][center][h1][color=7d1c7f][u]M I S C .[/u][/color][/h1][/center] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Extracurricular Activities:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Football.[/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Extra:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]get off my dick like anyone who’s irish [i]and[/i] italian, ender is catholic. He drives a 2016 Dodge Viper. A present from his deluded father meant to make up for all the torment he’s caused Ender to suffer. It didn’t work, and, even beyond that, the torment continues. Still, rides nice.[/indent] [color=7d1c7f][b][u]Anything Else:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]ender’s aight[/indent][hr] [img]http://65.media.tumblr.com/f9bb685cf635dfd75f6c796d3d2731a0/tumblr_inline_n2svzpMOfe1rjpy1t.gif[/img][/center][/hider]