Eddard Falkenberg
Aug 28, 2010 12:20:08 GMT -5
Post by Eddard Falkenberg on Aug 28, 2010 12:20:08 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Eddard Isaac Falkenberg
Nickname: Ice, Ned
Age: twenty-eight
Member Group: Trainer / English teacher
Power(s): Precognition
Play By: Jensen AcklesLet it F L O W . . .GOVERNMENT
Axel had always been a show-off. Anastasia'd always known this to be true, from the moment she first laid eyes on him in Government with Mr Johnson back in high school. He was a player, and looking the way he did helped quite a lot. Sandy blond hair, green eyes, athletic build - which girl could ignore or not want him? He flirted with anyone and everyone of the opposite sex, and some guys (mostly jealous) said he was bi. Anastasia didn't buy that, but then it was because she sort of had a crush on him ever since Government. Of course he never so much as looked at her twice after making sure that she was a skinny, bookwormish type of girl with huge nerdy glasses and straight, boring hair. She also always had her books stacked by subject and then alphabetically within that frame. Alex rocked junior prom which Anastasia missed, then something happened - sort of like Cinderella style. About a week before senior prom, a girl walked through the doors of Government class. Axel was miffed - without the glasses, some tighter-fitting clothes and a short pixie cut, Anastasia was a bombshell. Naturally, she was a conquest. Being thrilled that she had a date for prom, Anastasia could soon turn Alex around her little finger, though no one knew exactly why - she was just weird to most people. Axel, who got to know her a little better, was mostly amused and genuinely sensitive towards her.
WORK IT OUT
Pregnancy wasn't something she'd planned, not with the way she had things organised. Axel hadn't really thought about it either, so when the news hit it felt like a meteor had just crashed on top of his head. Anastasia suddenly had all these new demands, and with a baby on the way he didn't think Yale was an option any more. Especially when Anastasia's weirdness just kept getting weirder and weirder. She seemed to be OCD all the time, but Axel generally thought it was just the pregnancy making her paranoid. And once his mother got wind of the situation AND the fact that he was thinking of getting out of it somehow, he was more or least toasted. His parents were strict to say the least and they wanted their son to be a man and face his mistakes like a man. Hence, Anastasia was accepted into the Falkenberg family with open arms. Axel's father Simon took her under his wing and Axel started getting suspicious, because a) his dad was a doctor and b) he was acting funny. Anastasia acting weird was already in the equation. Something was going on and he was going to find out. But the baby beat him to it on the anniversary of Shakespeare's death, and little baby Eddard was born. While apprehensive at first, Axel's love for the boy developed almost the second he was given the bundle, the hazel-green eyes blinking up at him furiously. Yale could most definitely wait at least for a couple more years until baby Eddard was old enough.
RIP
Holding the hand of two-year Eddard, Axel made his way home slowly from the baby sitter he'd found to watch over his son because his mother couldn't. Simon, after numerous arguments and pleadings, had come clean: Anastasia had an odd form of schizoprenia, incredibly mild in the first stages of her life, almost non-existent, but post-natal depression had intensified it and made her dangerous. Since Simon Falkenberg was a psychiatrist, he knew things and Axel trusted him ... he just didn't know what to do with Eddard in the picture. The boy would hopefully not have the same mental illness as his mother, but all the same he couldn't be with her for longer periods of time unsupervised, which was painful considering the fact she had given birth to him. All in all it was a no-go and Axel was starting to really worry. But his father made sure Anastasia was taken care off, that she had medication, and everything was well for a couple of years. When Eddard turned seven, however, Anastasia turned from bad to worse, as she kept "forgetting" medication, therefore allowing her illness to take control. Axel got a frantic call to one of his evening classes and dashed home after hearing the sobbing from his mother. He feared the worst - Simon had diagnosed that during her schizophrenia, Anastasia had two selves, the bookworm and the seductress. She knew Eddard was her son in one, but didn't in the other. Upon arriving home, Simon confirmed what'd happened: due to lack of medication and slackened control, Anastasia had slipped again and mistaken Eddard for a burglar, tossing one of her large volumes at the boy who barely managed to dodge it, earning a couple of bruises. She herself was nowhere to be found, and with a massive storm hitting town that night it was impossible to find her. Axel nursed Eddard into a relative feeling of safety while contacting the police once the weather cleared. Anastasia was found soaked to the bones and mortally sick, without even the hope to get better again from the lung infection she'd caught. She passed away a month before Eddard turned eight, and the two men buried her solemnly in the family tomb.
SORT OF CINDERELLA
Once Eddard was in school, Axel took to Yale and finished with honours, becoming employed with the local business so he could stay with his son, with whom he had a close bond. Eddard adored his father completely and loved fishing with grandpa Simon, but was always wary of grandma Eden for some reason. Axel was worried when his mother mentioned this more than one time, and spoke to the boy, but Eddard held his own counsels on this one. Simon's verdict was not so encouraging when he tried mentioning Anastasia. Axel balked from the topic but it did get him thinking, so he tentatively tried to see what his son's reaction would be if there was another woman around. Eddard didn't really take it too well at that point, and Axel dropped it, although he'd been in a relationship with a woman for a while now. When puberty hit it got worse ... and better, because Eddard looked at his dad seriously and decided maybe it would be good for his 'old man' to have a woman. So Axel brought Nadine home, a cute brunette with a sunny smile. Eddard accepted her grudgingly enough, especially when she announced she was pregnant and that she'd be a Falkenberg soon. But it was just something that had to be, he supposed, and helped choosing the rings. Once his half sister was born, things changed - like his father before him, Eddard fell completely in love with the baby. She had Axel's hair but Nadine's warm brown eyes, and Eddard melted every time he was with her. The Falkenbergs were a family again.
FREAK
That was until Eddard woke one night to a dream far more vivid than any he'd had before. Vaguely, he could remember dreaming as a young boy and sometimes those dreams would come true, but as infrequent as they were he'd never given them much thought. But now, at seventeen, he was frightened. Reason a) in his dream Anastasia (his sister, honourably named after his mother) had woken very ill. Reason b) Nadine and his dad had gotten into a bad fight over that. Reason c) he'd woken with the sound of sirens flaring in his ears. He didn't say a word to anyone, but glued himself to Anna's side, no one really figuring out anything was up since the two were practically inseparable. The dream kept coming back - sometimes things would be more defined, sometimes it was blurry. Always, he had a splitting headache afterwards during the day. And he constantly tried guessing whether he was going crazy or not. Then the dreams suddenly stopped after Anna's birthday and Eddard could finally get some sleep ... until he woke to find Anna shivering in the doorway to his room, looking paler than the walls. The chasm before his feet - closed after the dream stopped - reopened when Axel and Nadine fought later that day and Anna was taken to the ER. Eddard was terrified after accidentally bumping into a troley and feeling like someone flashed a photograph in front of him of Anastasia being wheeled out. Once this happened too, and her hair fell over her shoulder in the exact same way as he'd seen it, Eddard was more or less convinced that he was a mental case. With hurried excuses he left the hospital and assumed vigil in his own room at home, barely brave enough to stretch an arm out to turn the light on. It didn't help when Anna got home from the hospital and Axel and Nadine made up; things just started getting weirder, and people noticed. He was a huge fan of Top Gun - his friends called him 'Ice' and his father sometimes did too - but when he saw an F-14 crash during a testing maneouver on a festival, and saw the thing on the news, he freaked. Nadine noticed the circles under his eyes; Axel noticed the way his firstborn would look over his shoulder for no apparent reason. Anna noticed how he'd curl up in bed and just stay there, hands over his head, like trying to keep pain out. What were dreams during his youth, infrequent and inconsequential, now turned to nightmares.
VERMONT
Axel asked Simon to take a look at his grandson, but apart from being tired he couldn't see what was wrong with Eddard. Though when Axel was woken one night by a frantic Anna saying something about Eddard and Eden, his mother, he was sure schizophrenia had finally caught up with the boy - who was nowhere to be found for a while. Eden didn't understand it, and she never knew anything else because Eddard's other vision came true a couple of days later when she was crossing the street and someone cut through a red light, hitting her. She was dead on the spot from a cracked skull. A day after Eddard dragged himself home, and Axel was both furious and relieved. But Eddard's reasoning that he'd seen his grandmother's death was as illogical as it came; Simon suggested they go to a younger psychiatrist just in case. By some chance, there was a passer-by in that day that overheard some of the conversation in the hallway, and when Eddard looked over his shoulder next there was actually someone standing there. Mistrusting the man at first, Eddard shut up once the intruder described the exact same things that were happening to him. Did this man know? Could he help? Could he make the pain go away, at least? That was to be found out in Vermont, he said. The Hammel Institute. He could either tell his family or not - Eddard opted not to, thinking he was a freak. Instead he went with some boarding school nonsense to appease the thirst for knowing with his father and Nadine. Anna cried when he left, but promised she'd write soon. Eddard's smile was way too bland for anything really, but he was willing to do just about everything to get his mind back under control.
THEN AND NOW
That had been about ten years ago, and while still considering himself a freak Eddard sort of got over it a little. He'd been home only once after graduating from the institute, then travelled for a year before returning to Vermont. It was as close to home as e could ever find, especially with his constant sense of paranoia, something he'd learned was a side effect of being able to see the future. Well, at least he'd gotten that one under control, more or less. Sometimes - especially if he had caffeine in his system - it was still slightly unreliable to act like he wanted it to. But whereas once he'd have gone bike riding with his friends or surfing, or partying wildly, he turned to books this time around. Since he applied for the position of English professor, it wasn't that hard either, even though hitting the gym was always a good thing for him. It let his mind rest a bit. Missing Anna was the least of his problems now, especially since he could meet her at any time he wanted, without fear of seeing her dead or something. Well, mostly. Like someone had said to him, it wasn't an exact science. You could read all about precognition in a month, and yet in a hundred years it would still chuck you into deep water without a life vest. It was one of the main reasons why he stayed away from women mostly - and out of the deep, raised fear that Anastasia had left with him. She'd endangered herself and her son and left a profound mental mark on the then boy - now man. Women were not to be trusted. And while he considered men as friends he didn't go that way. He was just single, doing his job and keeping tabs on not seeing much of the future. If he could help it that is.Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Ami
Age: twenty-one
RP Experience: about seven years now
How did you find us?: Larnie directed me here <3Show your S K I L L S . . .He really hated waking up from dreams like this - since he thought he'd gotten them under control already. Growling and grumbling, Ice rolled out of bed and yawned, stretching before rubbing his neck and putting his feet down. The floor was cold - testimony to the changing weather, and he flinched lightly before quickly padding over to find some socks. He'd need to get some clothes cleaned soon enough, otherwise he'd be the perfect example of an unkept professor. Not that the students wouldn't have a ball either way, seeing as he tried to make English fun for them. Sort of. They still had to do homework and yes, writing essays was a norm. He just didn't like doing the books the traditional way, so he hoped the boys and girls enjoyed it. Finally getting the socks on, he sighed and rubbed the last of sleep from his eyes - he'd never rest anymore tonight anyway.
Finding the trainers he'd left somewhere at the bottom of the bed the previous night, he surveyed his bedroom a little bit before sighing and deciding he might as well do something useful. Like, clean. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand (and shuddering when he saw the blaring 2:30) he grabbed a T-shirt and went to make himself some mint tea. That usually helped with the calming down process. While the leaves soaked he gathered the strewn clothing and straightened the bed covers before thinking 'what the heck' and pulled them off as well. He might as well be thorough about it if he was at it. Jabbing his foot on the bed leg, Ice swore under his breath and stumbled, dropping the basket and snorting at himself. Perfect. Now he had to do it all over again. Quickly as to not waste any more time of his already abnormal schedule, he regathered everything and went into the bathroom to find the washing machine gathering cobwebs. Well, wasn't his fault Nadine and Anna wanted him to stay longer and his holidays had meant not using his own things. Soon enough the rhythmic hum of the machine could be heard while he washed his face and resumed his trek across the small apartment, back to the kitchen and living area. He had no TV - never really watched it - but his laptop was still on. Moving his mouse a little while carefully placing the cup down, he eyed the notifier that kept telling him he had one new mail message.
Million to one it was from Anna or Nadine. He'd win the lottery if he kept at this, since it really was from his baby sister. Annoying, obnoxious, puberty-stricken baby sister whom he adored. It would seem she had a crush on the local heartthrob now. Trying not to roll his eyes, he typed out: Anna, our dad was a heartthrob back in the day. Trust me, they're more trouble than they're worth. Then he paused and tapped his nose a little bit, thinking how to explain to his sister that he really didn't like details about her love life. Seriously. But before he could do anything else he heard a sputtering sound that accelerated his heartbeat and launched him to the bathroom again. Stupid thing. He glared at the washing machine that had died on him - again. Inspecting what was up would take hours - and he DID want to sleep again at some point. Not be woken every five minutes by a machine coughing on socks. Two hours later, he was still no closer to the solution or the mail to Anna, so Ice decided he had enough. Kicking the washing machine, he went to change into training clothes. Running would help him out. As he was leaving the apartment he could hear the rhythm of washing again, and smirked to himself. Sometimes, brawn did win over brains.
