Post by ari j. morphis on Jun 18, 2012 17:47:29 GMT -5
[/justify]ARI J. MORPHIS
A miracle is born. All it is missing is a heart.
| B A S I C S |
Name Ari J. Morphis (It’s pronounced Are-ee).
Nicknames N/A
PB Simon Kjaer (I always use the most off-beat PBs).
Age Nineteen
Sex Male
Year Sophomore
Major Business
Minor His sport scholarship for soccer
Occupation None
Hometown Decanto, Minnesota| P E R S O N A L I T Y |
On the field, nineteen-year-old Ari is so unflinching, so nearly unbeatable as the Orange Island University’s soccer team’s Striker, that he grinds his opponents in to the ground and killing them as ruthlessly as if he had been standing over them stomping on their throats. His ferocity on the field is borderline violent and he runs the field without ever seeming to tire. To play against Ari in soccer is to suffer a prolonged agony for Ari on turf is a horrible, cruel person, and his opponents are well aware that they are his prey. This certain barbarity and skill on the playing field has earned him the nickname “The Butcher” as he has been known to come at other players so hard he has broken their ribs. Ari is the first to pick a fight on the field if anyone tries to fowl one of his teammates and has a notorious reputation for getting a yellow card warning from the referee for causing skirmish. His emotionality and grit in a game is both entertaining and absorbing to watch.
A little later, after a game, after he is given the chance to shower away the mud and dust from his skin and hair, Ari suddenly becomes someone entirely different. With the venom washing away with the grit, he becomes reserved and reluctant to accept praise and decoration for his performances as a soccer player. It’s not that he’s humble, no, Ari knows his greatness in the sport and it’s rather he doesn’t feel the need to be bothered with the praise. To him, he is his greatest critic and his greatest disciple, which drives him to be incredibly hard on himself. He trains five hours a day Monday through Saturday and only gives himself repose on Sunday because his coach demanded for him to take a day off. This workhorse mentality is so indomitable that he has put himself in to the hospital on numerous occasions from fatigue, excessive injury, and acute dehydration. Unfortunately, this drive does not apply to his schoolwork. The only way he managed to make it in to University at all was because of his athletic scholarship and he barely manages to scrape along with a mid-range average to maintain his scholarship.
Having grown up as a homeschooled kid, Ari has a big sense of entitlement and a very petite sense of humility. Everything he does isn’t even for his own benefit, but for the benefit of his sport and gameplay. Pushed and scrutinized by his father, coaches, and national team investors that look at him as a prospect for the future, he is obsessed with his athletics. But this consuming passion has taken its toll on the young man and, in many ways, he has a very broken spirit and for him, life holds little joy. Everything in his life is preconceived from his six thousand calorie diet to sleeping schedule. He goes out and parties because he has to, not because he particularly wants to, and more often than not finds himself annoyed with people as opposed to enjoying their drunken company. This coldness, mixed with extreme sense of self-worth, can come off as quite pretentious and self-absorbed, which is an entirely correct judgment of his character.
Still, even with all these quite obnoxiously large character flaws, there is a certain benevolence that has been bred in to him. Although very few get to see this muzzy, subdued side of him, it does exist. He is strongly devout to his friends and family and will protect them at all costs to his own health and safety. Although he values his relationships, he puts very little value in objects. He doesn’t have anything physical that is important to him. There is nothing sentimental about him, which explains his near entirely bare frat room. He doesn’t surround himself with photos or comforts from home, and it makes some wonder if he is mildly sociopathic as a result. Sociopath or not, he can never turn down a good double-dog-dare. So dare him, I dare you.
Although Ari can definitely be the quiet sorts, he does enjoy sitting around with his close friends and enjoying a pint or participating in general roughhousing and shenanigans. His bold headed nature has made him a natural leader and he has this cunning ability to get people to do stupid things by sweet-talking them into it. Because he is so much younger than many of his friends, he’s often viewed as the “innocent child” of the group, and his rather mean-spirited, chilly actions are overlooked as child’s play. This youthfulness has allowed him to get away with lots of things many others could not. He does kind of have this small tendency of being an asshole from time to time and has never had anyone who laid down the law and made him get his shit together. Ari could really use some serious structure in his life, structure that wasn’t soccer, to make him in to a well-rounded person. At nineteen, he has a lot of growing left to do, both as an athlete and as a human being. There is no doubt in anyone's mind that he is an ace athlete, but if only there was someone bold enough to slap him around a little bit when he needed it.
Talents & Skills:
. Playing the position of Striker for the Orange Island University's soccer team, Ari is a prodigy in the soccer world. As a dedicated, hard-working athlete, he has made himself quite a name in the college soccer world. His ferocious and
. Ari's persistence is like anything that most have ever seen. Coaches that have taught him in the past that he is a workhorse and would work himself to death if given the chance. He trains more hours a week than an Olympic athlete would in his sport and never complains about being tired or injured. Not only is he talented in his sport, but he is passionate about his success.
. His sense of leadership is very strong and he seems to have this inner-ability to get people to follow him. Although he can be cocky, he just isn't capable of betraying people.
Weaknesses:
. Ari is aloof and distant. Growing up entirely homeschooled, he never really learned how to communicate with others. As such, he can have a temper and can often time come off as unmindful or tactless, even if that isn't his intention.
. Having gotten a free ride to OIU for his prodigious soccer playing, he isn't much of an intellectual. He is only studying business in order to fulfill requirements for his scholarship so he can continue playing soccer and, hopefully, get picked up as a first-line draft pick for an official team. He's definitely more brawn than brain, because he never really applied himself to school.
. Being only nineteen-years-old and having been nationally recognized for his athletic performances, Ari has let some of the praise go to his head. He can be a little conceited and overly self-respecting at times. However, many seem to think that he will grow out of this the older he gets.
Likes:
. Soccer
. Raspberry-lemonade twisted fruit leathers
. Chiropractors
. Pizza with exceeding amounts of chili sauce
. Big dogs
. Plain yogurt with a splash of honey
. Beer
. The ladies
. Eskimo kisses
. Loooong hot baths and showers
. His dad
Dislikes:
. Business
. Reality television
. American Football
. Being treated as a "youth"
. Candy
. Wine
. Yellow cards
. Waking up late
. People who have their head rammed too far up their asses
. Animal abuse
. Needles
| H I S T O R Y |
December, indeed, was a blessed month for a certain family living in the rolling foothills of Decanto, Minnesota. It was a cold time of year and the horse farm was crisp and plagued in beautiful white drifts. The family-owned horseracing barn, Iron Springs Racing Stable, had already been blessed with their beautiful, one-year-old daughter Harper, and now they were taken aback with a second child, a darling baby boy named Ari. At that moment, everything in the family was true and entirely correct. The young couple, Lucius and Angelina, had two beautiful children and life had finally come down to a perfect, blissful stop, or so Lucius had thought. Back then, Angelina, the woman who birthed the two children, was just in much love with Lucius as he was with her and, to Lucius, the young couple was perfectly enclosed in their own world.
Goodness, how very wrong he had been.
Angelina had been once a very beautiful woman, drawn to by many men. Lucius had been one of the men that, of course, had captured her attention more than the other. The handsome, blonde haired man had everything she could wish for: a fancy home, an established racing stable, and an edgy passion for the horses that was both admirable and raw. She hadn’t, however, planned to get stuck with a child though, and the stretch marks she found on her ruined figure weren’t as charming as she thought they might have been. Although she raised her two children quite like any doting mother would, there were tensions in the family air. The beginning of the end commenced with Angelina’s third, and final, pregnancy. With a third child on the way and a respective one and a half year old and a six-month year old, Angelina was a bit beside herself. She had very little to worry about: the family farm was doing well enough to support them, Harper had begun to speak and show signs of being a blossoming artist, Ari was a bouncing, healthy, and adventurous young boy.
She gave birth to Brant, a charming, dark-haired baby boy and for three days, she tried to convince herself to stay with her children. But on the third day, while Lucius was out working the horses, she left all three of her children with snide kisses on their forehead. The three orphans and their father never heard from their mother or wife again. She didn’t request to have child visitation and, seeing as Lucius and Angelina had never married, she didn’t have to bother with divorce. Heartbreak came rushing in in its finest form, right in to the unwilling, yet forcibly open, arms of Lucius Morphis. He had three young children: a two year old, a one year old, and an infant he now had to provide for without help. He managed to get himself together quickly so he could turn towards crafting his children. Lucius doted for them beyond the reaches of a loving father.
The siblings grew up on the horse farm and lead productive, exciting childhoods. The oldest, Harper, found a passion in ballet from a young age and spent hours twirling around the horse fields in her little, pink shoes. Ari, the middle child, was the subject of most of Lucius’ attention as he was constantly getting himself in to trouble and, with the nearly endless lot of stable yard, there was plenty of space for him to cause ruckus. And lastly, the youngest, Brant, was painfully shy and reserved. He enjoyed much more sitting in his room and reading than going outside like his older siblings. The children were a handful, but they were a family, no matter how interestingly composed. It was actually for Brant that Lucius decided to hire a private tutor and homeschool his children. He thought, as a Father trying to look out for the welfare of his children, that putting Brant in to public school would get him bullied and pushed around and, not wanting to make Brant feel like he had to be treated differently, he decided to homeschool all of his children.
They spent hours together, at night, sitting around the big kitchen table—eating corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, and loafs of beef as they studied anything and everything: writing, reading, colours, and numbers. Harper seemed to lead their discussions and blossomed in to quite the intellectual, where Ari often struggled to maintain attention to his schoolwork. In an attempt to get him to try and focus, Lucius began to take him out in to one of the big horse fields and teach him good old American football. Already four years old and with much more spirit, charisma, and independence as a kid twice his age, Ari needed something to occupy his time. When football wasn’t working out and Ari would spend more time picking daisies than throwing the ball back to his dad, Lucius tried a new tactic: kicking the ball. Suddenly, Lucius had Ari’s full attention.
What started as a hobby to burn some extra energy quickly became a daily exercise between father and son, and soccer was the name of the game. For an hour before dinner, every evening without fail, the two would go out to the horse field and play. These nightly practices happened for two years, until Ari was six, and was finally old enough to join Decanto’s little league soccer team. Lucius began to volunteer coach the little league team known as the Panthers. Suddenly, more and more time was spent with the little allstar Ari and less with the ballerina Harper and the artist Brant. Even as a six-year-old, Ari captured the attention of his coaches at his playing. As he grew older, Ari found he was spending more time with his father practicing soccer than studying his schoolwork. He was allowed to join the middleschool soccer team and his rise to soccer star had only just begun.
Wearing number thirty-two, Ari trained relentless hours while his schoolwork fell by the waste side. At fifteen, he began to represent the country at nearly every junior level thus far possible. There were many days he can remember his father getting up at four in the morning to drive him all over the Midwest to go to competitions and to audition for various clubs and university coaches. After winning an award for Best Talent Under Twenty at sixteen, the Orange Island University coach swiftly picked him up and the university extended to him a completely paid athletic scholarship.
Now nineteen, Ari still plays under the number thirty-two and is quickly becoming targeted by the major English clubs already, but wouldn’t be able to make first draft until he graduates.| E X T R A S |
. His jersey number is 32.
. He has a tattoo on his right side near the bottom of his ribcage that reads: "Without dedication there is no passion."
. The Morphis family is very close and Ari is particularly close with his dad and two siblings, but goes home frequently during breaks for visits.
| S K I L L S |
No, thank you. XD| P L A Y E R |
Name Viva
Age Twenty
Gender Female
How you found us ....XD
Who else do you play? The trifecta of Rafi, Chai, and Orion.
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