Egan Robert Monroe
Sept 23, 2011 16:05:42 GMT -5
Post by Egan Monroe on Sept 23, 2011 16:05:42 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Egan Robert Monroe
Nickname: His older brother calls him Eggy, but no one else is allowed to. Sometimes people call him Egghead when they pick on him, but for the most part, it’s just Egan.
Age: Fifteen
Member Group: Student
Power: Animation
Play By: Cody LinleyLet it F L O W . . .So, Egan, welcome. We just want to ask you a few questions about you and school if that’s okay? It is? Good. First things first then. What’s your full name?
“My full name is Egan Robert Monroe, sir.”
Is there anything that you'd prefer to be called, or that your friends call you?
"Well, I suppose nicknames for a name like mine are a bit hard to come by. Some o’the kids would call me Egghead back when they thought it was witty and clever, but it’s been a few years now since I’ve had to tolerate that."
Hmm, interesting. So how old are you, and when is your birthday?
"I am 15 years old, and I was born on May 4th."
Okay, on to school. Do you enjoy school? What kind of lessons are you interested in and which are your least favourites?
"I like it well enough. I do like music class, though I’m not as good as my brother is. That’s okay, though. He’s brilliant. Gym is a good one too, and English Literature. I’ve always had a fondness for Shakespeare’s works. I hate math, though, and science. I’m very bad at those."
I see. Now, onto getting to know you. What are some of your interests and likes?
"I like my sports, sir, especially soccer. I think my mother liked that she could be the classic soccer mom and take me to my games. I greatly enjoyed her being there for me and cheering me on. It really brought us together. But um…Macbeth is my favorite Shakespearean play, if that counts as an interest. Music is important to me, too, and it was a big factor in the relationship between my older brother and me. I wouldn’t be where I am with my guitar if it wasn’t for him. I know this probably sounds silly, coming from a sporty musician and whatnot, but I do love kids, and I adore cooking dinner with my mother. There’s just something about both of those things that makes me feel utterly peaceful. I mean…there’s nothing better than the feeling of a child sleeping on your chest and holding onto your finger as they sleep, right, sir?"
I suppose so. And what about the things you absolutely hate?
"Oh, I have far too many of these. It’s very unhealthy to hate things. I am not fond of vegetables, though I think I get that from my mother. I never did eat my broccoli as a kid, and I’m certain I’ll regret that one day. Um, Macs, too, I’m afraid I dislike. The Apple company just cuts so many corners all the time with their products and then charges far too much. But anyway, I’m sure you don’t want to hear about the faux pas of a computer company. I am not a fan of worms, though I do love fishing, so I guess that’s a bit of an oxymoron. I don’t like needles, either, though I’m not exactly afraid of them. They are just a bit intimidating as you’re being stuck. In fact, hospitals and doctors in general are pretty intimidating…"
Really? Wow. Well, I don't blame you. I'm sure you have some things you’re really good at, correct? What would they be, Egan?
"I’m not sure, sir. My siblings and parents always said I was far too modest…. I suppose I’m decent at soccer. Mama says I’m a good cook, too, and good with children. My brother says I play the guitar well, but not nearly as well as him."
What about the things you’re perhaps not so good at?
"I’m not masculine enough, apparently. Dad is a bit strict when it comes to sexual orientation and such. I’m straight, but I know I’m not as manly as he’d like me to be. A lot of people seem to get the impression that I’m gay, and I know he doesn’t like that much at all. I’m also not very good with numbers, and science really gets me. Long division, too, I could never figure out. Oh, and I’m not good at sticking up for myself, and when I was a kid, talking to strangers or in front of a large group was really, really hard for me. I was held back in first grade because I was so quiet and the teachers thought I might be autistic or something, and they wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be left behind. Luckily I’m not autistic, and I think the repeat helped me out in the long run, at least academically. Mama was upset, though. Not with me, of course. With the school. She didn’t like that they so strongly recommended it, and I think she took calling me autistic as a personal insult or something. I felt very bad for her, and I still feel bad that she had to tolerate their messy work and such."
So, what are some of your fears?
"I suppose these are pretty common ones, but public speaking and spiders are my two biggest fears. I’m sure you can tell, but I have a pretty soft voice. I don’t mind talking one-on-one, like I am now, but if I’m addressing more than four people, even if they are close friends, I freeze up. My hands shake and my throat tightens, and I find myself unable to breathe, and I actually passed out once in the middle of my English class when my teacher asked me to read Annabelle Lee. Spiders, too, have always gotten me, but it’s not one of those pointless fears without reason. I didn’t used to mind them at all, really. I wouldn’t go looking for them like other boys my age, but until I was five or six, I wouldn’t avoid them. But then when I was about seven, I had a really bad nightmare that one was eating me, and then when I woke up, there was a huge spider sitting right next to my face. I think Mama said it was a brown recluse, and they are poisonous. So of course I got very upset, and ever since then, the sight of them makes me quiver."
I'm sure you have some kind of plan for yourself in the future right? Want to let me in on some of your hopes and dreams?
"Well, I would very much like to raise a family, like Mama and my real father wanted. They wanted to have at least four kids, and I want at least four kids too. I think I would like to be writer, or better yet, a speech therapist. I would love nothing more than to spend my day with kids and help them excel in life and feel confident in what they do and say. Whatever I wind up doing, I want to stay close to home, so if Mama ever needs me, I’ll be right there for her."
How about you tell me five positive points about your personality?
"Um…I try to be as supportive as possible. My family says I am very comforting, and I hear that I give good hugs. I’m a very tactile person, though I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. I don’t go hugging random strangers, but it is much easier for me to hug people than it is to talk to them. I guess being quiet is a good thing, since I’ve learned to keep from saying mean things to people even when they really upset me. And people say I’m very naïve, but I don’t think I am. I like to think I’m quite well-read, and I know what is going on around me, I just don’t say much about it."
And what about five negative ones?
"I guess the soft spoken thing can go here, too. I am very shy, which makes it hard for me to stand up for myself when I’m getting picked on, and I know I’ll have trouble with job interviews in the future. I can be a bit clingy, too. I know I’m a Mama’s boy, and she and my brother are my two heroes, but I can also be a huge teacher’s pet and it’s always hard for me at the end of the year when I have to leave them. I know this is probably going to be shocking, but I have quite a temper as well. Not with people, mind you. I can tolerate people to the ends of the earth. Or…I like to think so. Anyway, it’s with inanimate things that I have a problem. If I’m trying to work a homework problem and I can’t figure it out, I’m prone to throwing the calculator across the room. Once I broke Mama’s vase when I threw my history book after getting a date wrong over and over. I refuse to play video games because I know I’ll break the controller and/or console rather quickly. Um…how many points is that? Three? Okay. I am very picky when it comes to eating. Each meal I have must have some sort of meat substance or I won’t eat it. I’m not sure why, I just need to have meat. And I hate most vegetables. Canned carrots and mashed potatoes are basically the only veggies I will eat. Basically every single food has some sort of restriction or requirement that must be filled, and I know Dad hates that. Oh, and I’ve gotten better about this, but I have a bad habit of bringing stray or injured animals home. Whenever I see an animal on the side of the road – be it cat, dog, injured bird, turtle – I have to chase after it until I catch it and then bring it home with me. I get scolded a lot for it, but I’ve stopped bringing in wild animals for the most part. At least once a month, though, I’ll try to convince my parents to let me take a new dog or cat or something under my wing."
Now, I promise that it won't leave this room, but how about you tell me one of your dirty little secrets?
"I um…sir…I don’t…I don’t want to tell any secrets…then they wouldn’t be secret. I guess the only one I’m willing to share with a person is the fact that I’m still a virgin, and haven’t even had my first kiss yet."
Hate to pry, and this might sound a tad personal, but I've got to ask anyway. What’s your sexuality?
"I think I said it earlier, but I apologize if I didn’t. I’m straight, sir."
Like I said, I had to ask. Now, not that I'm asking for my benefit, but does that mean you’re single? Or are you in a relationship? If so, with whom?
"I’ve never had a girlfriend. I’m single right now and I think I like it that way, at least for the moment. I don’t see a point in dating during the teen years."
And in a partner, what are some of the things you might look for or would classify as your 'turn ons'?
"Well sir, I…I can’t say I know, really. I’ve never quite thought about it, you see. I always thought that, when the right woman came along, I’d just…know. I guess I do like ones who love children and cooking as much as I do, though."
What about things that are your 'turn offs'?
"Just the general preppy girls who dress like they are going to work the corner later…I don’t like it when girls show too much skin for no reason."
So, onto your background now. Your parents; who are they and what do they do?
"My Mama is Ember Monroe, and she is a large animal veterinarian. I’m very proud of her and love her dearly. My father is Will Fox and he’s…well…I’ve been told his job title a hundred times, but I just can’t seem to remember what it is exactly. It takes him out of city and state a lot, though, but I think he likes it."
Do you have any siblings? If so, who are they?
"I have an older brother named Elijah. Most people call him Eli, but I like to call him Jaja. When I would say his name as a kid, I’d be really quiet, and would only really pronounce the last syllable, so I just started calling him that to save time and it stuck."
What about any other significant people in your life that we might need to know about?
"I guess my teachers have always played a big role in my life, though I can’t really think of anyone specific."
So, where are you originally from?
"From here, sir. I was born and raised in Vermont, though my Mama and Papa were from Tennessee."
Hmmn. Well, how about you tell me a really good memory from your past?
"I don’t know…picking things like this is difficult for me. Um…maybe the time I brought home my first animal. It was a little kitten who had been abandoned on the street. He was a ratty, scrawny ball of black, and he was so scared and trembling, and I don’t know, just…feeling this thing in my hands, knowing that its entire life depended on me…that was huge. I had never felt so responsible, so life changing, so…meaningful, you know? I mean…that beautiful, innocent thing…purring in my hands even though it was half starved…I get butterflies just thinking about it. I was overjoyed when Mama and Dad let me keep him. I named him Lester, and he lived to be twelve years old before he died of cancer."
And how about a bad one?
"Wow, this one is hard too. Um, I guess I would have to say that time I broke Mama’s vase. It was a very old vase, and it meant a lot to her. I think it was the first time she actually yelled at me. I felt so unfathomably guilty and upset that I had hurt my mother so deeply. I mean, of course I’ve been through scarier things than a scolding, but that memory impacted me the most, since, at the time, and even now, it breaks my heart into a million pieces to hurt Mama."
Alright, on to the questions I can tell you’ve been dreading. How old were you when you first discovered your ability of Animation?
“Um, well sir, I was thirteen years old. Thirteen years, two months, and eighteen days, to be exact.”
Pretty young then, huh? Care to tell me what happened?
“I was having a bad dream, like I sometimes do, and when I woke up, I scrambled to try and find the light switch. Only, while asleep, I had moved around enough that I was at the end of the bed, so I couldn’t find it. I kept panicking and wishing more than ever that I could find the light switch, and then, all by itself, the light turned on. At first I thought maybe I had hit the switch and not realized it, but then I saw the switch way out of my reach. Then I heard Mama running down the hall ‘cause she must have heard my screaming. I looked at my door and wished I didn’t have to get up to open it for her, since it was locked, and then it opened all by itself.”
That sounds like it must have been pretty surprising. How did you feel when you found out you were gifted?
“Well, sir, to tell you the truth, I was very upset. No one at school was different like me, I didn’t think, and I don’t like being different. My brother had a power, but it wasn’t the same as mine. Mama and my brother were wonderful in helping me feel better, but I was still very scared and I was afraid I might accidentally hurt someone.”
Were you scared when a recruiter came to take you away?
“Oh yes sir. It had only been a few days since that night…I guess they could sense it or something real quick since I was in the same state as the school. But I didn’t know what was happening. They tried to explain it to me, and how I had to go with them and they’d take good care of me and teach me to control it, but all I heard was that I would have to leave Mama and I didn’t want to go. But they said I had to, and the government was making me, and you’re not supposed to mess with the government, are you? That’s a very bad idea.”
Well, what do you think of Hammel?
“It’s…okay I guess, sir. I’m very scared of the people, since they all have different things and some are very mean and scary, but some are also very nice as well. I just really miss Mama and my friends, but I’m glad my brother is here with me. He keeps me safe, and he always helps me feel better when I’m especially scared.”
So, tell us a bit more about your powers. What happens when you use it, and what are the side effects?
“Oh, um, well I guess it’s pretty simple. It’s kinda like telekinesis, where I make stuff move, but it’s not just that. It’s like…it’s kinda like personification, I guess. They don’t just move, it’s like they can think. Like, if I make a toy horse move, it can look at me, and blink, and make noises, and it still does what I want, but it’s like it chooses to do it. I’m not doing such a good job at this, am I? Um…I guess in simplest terms, I make stuff come alive, but that’s not really right. I don’t know…. But side effects…oh dear. Those can get bad. Right now I can only move light stuff, like toys and dishes and little things. I think my limit is, like, ten pounds. Even that gets kinda sketchy. But anyway, sometimes I lose control of the things, and they do things I don’t want, and a lot of the times if I try to animate stuff that’s more than ten pounds or I do it for too long, I get real tired. I don’t know what happens if I push it…I’m too scared to try. But I heard I might freeze up or fall into a coma or something. I don’t know…still too scared to figure it out myself.”
Oh dear. Well, on a lighter note, I think that’s everything I wanted to ask you. Oh before you go, has anyone ever told you look a lot like Cody Linley. No? Really? Well, you really do. Thanks again Egan.
Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Pariah
Age:Twenty
RP Experience:Eight or more years, I lost count
How did you find us?: Advertisement surfing is a wonderful thing.Show your S K I L L S . . .What was he doing? What was he thinking? Egan had to be insane. Then again, with his brother missing since the night before, that was a perfectly plausible idea. Before Lael came along, Eli used to tell Egan, or someone in the family, where he was going and how long he had been gone. He was very vigilant, and even on the very rare occasions when he forgot, he would always answer his phone and be happy to tell whoever called that he was safe and would be back soon.
Sure, there had been that one year in high school where he had changed radically. Egan would never tell anyone, but Eli had scared him that year. Even before he had gotten in the fight, he had frightened his little brother. Egan had had to watch, helplessly from the sidelines, as Eli turned into something he hated. He wore clothes he had never worn before. He had an attitude with everyone. He tried to be tough, and hard, and “cool”, and it was horrible. Egan wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box, he knew, but he wasn’t as innocent and naïve as people seemed to believe. He had been able to smell the alcohol on Eli every now and then, but luckily Eli didn’t possess an “Egan Sense”, and if he did, he never acted on it. No one knew that, every night Eli had come home late, Egan had hid in his room and cried into his pillow.
He had thought he was losing his best friend, his favorite sibling, the one person who had stuck by his side through everything. When Eli left to go traveling abroad, that only strengthened Egan’s beliefs. He was certain that Eli was gone for good, or, at least, the Eli he knew and loved.
But then Eli came home, and he seemed to be happy again, and he was almost like he was before that horrible year of high school. He had learned so much, and had had such a wonderful time, and he said he had missed Egan desperately and Egan believed him. He had no reason not to. Things seemed like they were going to be back to normal. Then Lael came. Lael came, Lael saw, and Lael destroyed.
He had made Egan nervous at first. Egan was easily intimidated as it was, but something about Lael really scared him. The man was clearly much older than Egan, but he insisted on flirting with him and his mother. Eli had told him to stop, and he had listened, sort of, and Egan had hoped that would be the end of it. It wasn’t. Lael came over for dinner and spoke like a perfect gentleman, but Egan had sharp eyes. He saw more than what most people thought, and he saw Lael check out every single one of the Monroe’s. Things only got worse from there. Lael suddenly started harassing Egan. He threatened him, mocked him, yelled at him, insulted him, dragged him down as low as he possibly could, and he swore that if Egan ever told a single soul, that he would come and hurt, drug, and rape him. Egan was terrified. He had no one to turn to, no one to save him. He had plenty of people who wanted to, but he couldn’t tell them what had happened. It wasn’t just the fear that drove him, either, but his desire to not destroy his favorite sibling’s friendships.
Recently, however, Lael and Eli had stopped being friends. Eli didn’t say why, but that was okay. Eli didn’t tell Egan a lot of things about his social life. In conversations, Egan pretended to be naïve and just forget that Eli never answered. In his head, he remembered that the question had been avoided, and a whole slew of reasons would come up. That didn’t matter, though. If Eli didn’t want to tell his little brother, Egan wasn’t going to force him. Everyone had a right to secrets, and Egan wasn’t going to get upset just because Eli didn’t talk to him. He would worry, but he wouldn’t be offended or anything. Anyway, when Egan asked why Lael and Eli were no longer friends, Eli simply said that the other man wasn’t the person he thought he was, and they left it at that.
That scared Egan more than he let on.
And then, just a couple of days later, Eli went missing. Egan thought it was his fault. He should have told Eli about what Lael had said to him. He should have told him how dangerous he was. Now it was too late. Now his brother could be hurt, or drugged, or…Egan couldn’t finish the thought. What was he supposed to do? Lael had seemed fond of Eli…he wouldn’t hurt him like that, would he? Eli could defend himself…Eli would stay away…Eli…oh Eli…
And here was where the insanity took root. Egan hadn’t told anyone yet what Lael had said. What if he was wrong? He would have destroyed a reputation, possibly a life, just on a whim. Besides, Lael liked Eli…he didn’t like Egan. He wouldn’t hurt Eli if he liked him, right? No…even if Lael was the drugging, raping, traumatizing type, he wouldn’t kidnap...he couldn’t…
Egan was mostly out of it as he walked down the lonely street in the dark, his hands in his pockets, tears running down his cheeks, and his eyes scanning every house for any sign of Lael or his brother.
