GRAY, beckham nicholas

[becks]

"Curiosity is not a sin.... But we should exercise caution with our curiosity.”

BECKHAM NICHOLAS GRAY
Becks. Twenty Six. Male. Bisexual. Fire Tamer. Neutral. Hayden Christensen. Rue.

I

in•tel•li•gent adj. having good understanding or a high mental capacity; quick to comprehend

If there is one thing a person should understand about Beckham, it should be his love of numbers and science; he is quick to comprehend what is happening around him, yet some may say he may lack a bit of common sense in some areas. Sometimes he likes to wrap himself up in a book because it can understand him more than people can.

awk•ward adj. lacking social graces or manners.

Now whether or not he wants to admit it or not, Beckham is perhaps one of the most awkward – and loneliest – person you could hope to meet. Although book smart, sometimes he just can’t stop himself from saying something before he fully thinks it through, thus can unintentionally insult a person. In the outside world away from his string of numbers and formulas, he is clueless. Sometimes it seems that he gets so caught up in his own world that everything becomes a blur, and he doesn’t notice things he should be; talking to a person is a hassle, and the conversation fizzles out and dies, but then again, he has been a social outcast since his school years, leaving him with few ‘real’ friends that he could trust without thinking. Beckham finds it hard to work within teams, although, considering his career path, he’s working on changing that.

dork noun. A silly, out-of-touch person who tends to look odd or behave ridiculously around others; a social misfit:

Being a dork comes with the idea of being a scientist; he enjoys reading the dictionary for fun, and he’s probably one of the few who enjoyed math class all throughout school. In college he majored in Biology because it dealt with both; he takes great pride in being a dork, because really, it’s the dorks that people rarely suspect when something bad happens.

ex•cit•a•ble adj. stirred emotionally; agitated.

Regardless of such loner tendencies, Beckham is remarkably excitable, especially when people happen to express any small amount of interest in his projects. He’s got the energy of a toddler, and often enough has a ball showing off his blueprints or newest formula. He wants to be a scientist, to cure the common cold, but until then, he’s on the back burner.<p>


dis•trust verb. to regard with doubt or suspicion; have no trust in.

On a more distasteful note, Beckham, over the years, has become a very distrusting person of those around him. Having a history of abandonment of people who have left her for something else has hardened his soft side towards people, when it comes to trusting them. Sure he can be sympathetic and compassionate towards others, but when it’s shown towards him, he’s very skeptical about it. He doesn’t mean to be standoffish, but when people try to open him up, sometimes he seems that way; surely he knows how to hold a grudge against others who have wronged him, and he’s certainly not going to forgive you unless you make amends right. Maybe with time, he’ll learn to open up a little bit more.

faith•ful adj. true to one's word, promises, vows, etc.

To end on a positive note, Beckham is faithful to those who have managed to gain his trust; secrets are well kept with him, and he’d rather be tortured than release any information; of course, this could mean that he’s head strong and won’t back down from a challenge, but it’s easier to think that he’s faithful to those around him. His temper is hard to course out of him, and it’s his odd sense of humor at the wrong time that confuses people. He’s honestly a nice person, but perhaps he just needs a little shove in the right direction of a crowd to become a little less antisocial.


II

Things Beckham Has Come to Enjoy;

[+]His Life
Something Beckham can’t complain about his life; while he felt sad and abandoned when he was a young child, he’s come to the conclusion that it can’t be changed, and the only thing he can do is keep moving forward. Since then, he truly hasn’t felt sorry for himself at all.

[+]Books
Give him a good book and some space, and Beckham will be content with life. By no means does he look deeply into the meaning of each word, but it does give him an escape from the world. Even better, is having someone to discuss it with. Why else would he tolerate other people?

[+]Science
Beckham, for all his shortcomings, has pretty decent IQ with a massive inclination towards the art of science and math. His apartment is stuffed with as many quirky books and formulas, scattered throughout the floor and on his coffee table. Hell, he reads the math book for fun. His life goal is to cure the common cold, or to at least find a cure for the dreaded fire in his blood.

[+]Coffee
A like, an addiction, same difference. Without coffee, how else would Beckham make it through the long nights at the lab? The lady at the coffee probably knows his order by heart now, because he’s in there multiple times a day. Hey, he can count her as a friend, right?

Things Beckham Has Come to Not Enjoy

[-]Being Referred To As "Little"
He's short! Okay! He gets it! He also happens to be quite smart and a successful scientist. He’s big where it counts, and it’s best to remember that.

[-]Foster Care
While he’s gotten over his traumatic childhood, he’s come to say he doesn’t enjoy foster care, or their programs. He was never abused or anything, but it got a rather… lonely. Nevertheless, he really can't say he's fond of the establishment. So crowded. So... disgusting.

[-]Fire
It runs through his veins and makes him feel a little less… human. If he could accomplish one thing in his life, it would be cure himself of the disease that flows through his veins.

[-]Confusion
It. Drives. Him. Insane. Beckham would rather beat his head against a brick wall than be riddled with this; he’ll go to the nearest library or Google it if he must. Perhaps if he spent a little less time with a nose in his book, and a little more time watching the real world, little things would make a little more sense.


III

Beckham Nicholas Gray was named by his parents, eight days before their house caught ablaze and tumbled to the ground. No, he doesn't remember that bit. He used to believe that he remembered what his parents looked like, leaning over his crib as they attempted to carry him to safety, but that was all his head. His mother gave him his eyes, the light brown hues that shimmered with curiously, pink lips curved into a smile, while his father gave him the tussle of brown hair on his head.

Anyway... right. He was saved by his ill-fated parents when they ingeniously hooked his baby blanket to a line which had been lowered and tied off by a fireman. The line could support his light weight, but naturally his parents were left to suffer as the two-story house collapsed onto their heads. The cause of the fire was never determined, although speculation broke out that his mother had left a candle burning, or the stove on by accident; truly, Beckham’s cries of discomfort had brought forth something he wish he could rid himself of. He was a fire tamer.

However, his life turned for an odd twist of events when it was discovered that his parents held no real records of any kind; no birth certificates, driver license’s, passports, the works. Witness protection program? Possibly. Anyway, there were no relatives to claim the young child, and he was placed into state care

As a child, Beckham surpassed many expectations from the homes he lived in. When he lived in them. Oh yes, he was tossed around quite a lot, especially after he blew up the Jones’s new kitchen with a chemistry set. Yet, he was always told, at first, that it was just because none of the homes could handle a child like him It was determined very quickly that Beckham wasn’t a normal child. There was something odd about him. Special.

At the age of seven, Beckham was officially placed inside a group home, which he determined was more or less a sign that they were running out of places to put him; he wasn’t, after all, what most families were looking for. He was smart, mischievous, and some unexplained events followed him. Of course by that time he had learned that he could create fire from thin air in times of distress, although running off to show mommy and daddy never fit very well. They could never explain what they saw him do, which turned out to work in Beckham’s favor. Who knew what would have happened had someone been able to pinpoint his little gift?

So he lived contently enough in the group home, a few more families in between, although at that point he had little interest in creating a family bond. Friends disinterested him, because he was teased and tormented for his bad luck. After all, every family before him had abandoned him. His story doesn’t come to a conclusion when he meets the perfect family and fall in love, but rather, when he was kicked out of the system at eighteen because he was a legal adult.

By that time, thankfully, he had his high school diploma with a love on formulas and numbers, and with help from a teacher at his school, he was able to receive a full scholarship to a small town college that no one had ever heard of. People say the friends you make in college remain your friends forever, yet Beckham made very few. Of course he made the friends to go out with for a drink, or for food, but no one he would lay his life down for. He still felt like a freak because of the fire in his blood from being passed around as a child. He threw himself into his school work from day one, which paid off. Four years later, diploma in hand, he walked across the stage with no one cheering his name. He landed an internship at a scientific community in Manuka, and within a few years, a job. After he received his piece of paper, he packed up his things from his college dorm and drove nonstop to his new home; he rented a small apartment, something affordable with a few bucks left in his pocket after rent was due, in which he filled with his work. Papers, formulas, markers, the works.

While he worked on what he was supposed to here (something about finding a cure for diseases with other seasoned scientists), he did his own work. He mixed cures and blood, and other things to try and rid himself of the fire tamer that coursed through his blood.He routinely takes blood from his veins, or scraps little skin cells from himself to place under the microscope and watch as they mix in with little cures he’d blended in the lab. He was cursed, but it sure as hell didn’t mean he couldn’t do a damn thing to break it.


IV


TEN FAVORITES
COLOR: navy blue
FLOWER: frost flower
SCENT: pine
DRINK" mind eraser
HOLIDAY: thanksgiving
TV SHOW: the big bang theory
SUBJECT IN SCHOOL: science
FLAVOR OF ICE CREAM: rocky road
FRUIT: dragon fruit
GAME: scrattergories

NINE THINGS HE LOATHES
.09 wet grass
.08 spray tans
.07 twitter
.06 when food touches
.05 fog on a mirror
.04 odd numbers
.03 public restrooms
.02 people who chew gum like a cow
.01 olives

EIGHT FLAWS
.08 his lack of social skills
.07 his trust issues
.06 his impatience
.05 his hard-headedness
.04 his childishness
.03 his overzealousness to find a ‘cure’
.02 his timid behavior
.01 his withdrawal from society

SEVEN THINGS HE NEVER LEAVES HOME WITHOUT
.07 a notebook
.06 a pen
.05 gum
.04 his wallet
.03 a book
.02 socks
.01 his glasses

SIX GUILTY PLEASURES
.06 big brother
.05 bubble baths
.04 raw cookie dough
.03 coffee
.02 wearing sweat pants
.01 collecting mugs

FIVE FAVORITE MUSICAL ARTISTS
.05 nickelback
.04 green day
.03 barenaked ladies
.02 the beatles
.01 pitbull

FOUR OF THE BEST THINGS HE HAS EVER READ
.04 The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
.03 The Picture of Dorian Gray
.02 Harry Potter
.01 Frankenstein

THREE THINGS HE IS THANKFUL FOR
.03 coffee
.02 books
.01 fridges & freezers

TWO THINGS HE FEARS
.02 never curing himself
.01 dying alone

ONE THING IN WHICH HE TRUSTS
.01 his mind

rp sample

Beckham pushed the paper away from him and sighed heavily, running his fingers through his thick brown hair. He was alone in his apartment. For the past few days, it had been like this: sitting alone, in the apartment, the dim light he kept on in the corner straining his eyes as he furiously scribbled away on a sheet of people, making red marks on a formula that again proved itself useless; he hated the fire that burned in his blood, yet it seemed that there was nothing he could do to pause it, even for a moment. He had taken time away from work, yet it seemed that it’s all he could ever do with his time. He had to get out of the apartment, to clear his head, to enjoy himself and forget about the negative things. He was not going to let work damper on his vacation. He had the world at his fingertips and he was old enough to do whatever the hell he wanted. Well, within reason and the law, of course.

Beckham grabbed his jacket and headed out. He walked briskly down the hallway and trotted to the elevator where he jabbed his finger repeatedly into the button. He gave a sigh of relief when it opened and it was empty. Beautiful. No one needed to know about this impromptu panic attack. Beckham would most likely look back on that later on and laugh about, because really, he was twenty six years old and going through a mid-life crisis of sorts. As long as he got out of the apartment, it would pass, and he’d be fine. The elevator dinged at the ground floor, and Beckham found himself practically sprinting from within the box; the security guard at the desk cast him an odd look, but he paid no mind to it. He relished the feel of the crisp air as he finally found himself outside. He took deep breaths, and suddenly his mind felt more steady. Refreshed. That’s all he needed. Fresh air. He sure as hell wasn’t going back inside any time soon. Surely scampering from the building like it was on fire didn’t make him look suspicious, but it didn’t matter. It helped him to clear his head, and that’s all that mattered.

Beckham didn’t know where he was headed, but what he could fathom was that he was going to let his legs carry him where they wanted to go. After a rather long, eye-opening and head clearing stroll, he found himself on the outskirts of a rather looming forest, the sidewalk he had been walking on ending; no birds chirped, no bugs fluttered about. Just dark and looming. Something that he shouldn’t enter while his head was clear, yet he decided to do it any. He found a small smile against his lips as he took a step off the path and into the forest, leaves crunching underneath his feet.

Smiling to himself and fighting the urge to skip off into the darkness, Beckham took to settling against the trunk of a tree, pressing his back against the bark as he slid down; he had merely walked down the sidewalk, straight from his apartment, yet there was little action around him. He heard a car in the distance, perhaps the laughter of a couple, yet it seemed no one dared to venture towards the forest he found so…enchanting He sighed softly and pressed his head against the tree; his head was clear, and he could breathe freely. Why didn’t he come out more often?

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