Post by declan on Dec 21, 2011 0:08:25 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #EEEEEE, border: #59b1ba 5px solid; width: 400px; height: 500px;] hey there. the name's declan cadence harding! i go by dec or dex, or even deccy if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am twenty three & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm straight? & that I'm from manchester, connecticut? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, shootin' up bad guys is calling. see ya'! bee tee dubs, i'm a local. history, "i was born in manchester, to the amazing parents of eloise and mark harding. my mother and father met after they graduated high school, at sort of a tough time in my father's life. he was going through struggles with student loans and the risk of not being able to go to college, and my mom was sort of a saving grace for him. that's what made their relationship so special, and what made them so in love. when i was a little boy, i loved hearing stories about their first dates and what made my dad fall so in love with my mother. that's what made me want to grow up and fall in love with an amazing girl. anyway, my dad did get to go to college, with the support of my mom. he eventually got through school and became a trauma surgeon after a lot of hard work and financial issues. my mom had a passion for making people happy, so ever since high school, she worked to become a social worker. she went to college to be one as well, and after both of my parents were out of school- about twenty four for my mom and twenty seven for my dad- they got married. my mother didn't get a job right away, but my father did. they agreed that it would be a good thing to wait until they had me before eloise got a job. it would be easier that way, and it was. it only took about a year before i came along, though. they were ecstatic about my birth, as well as my grandparents. as soon as she could, mom immediately went job searching, and it wasn't long before she became a social worker in manchester. however it wasn't long before my parents decided to have another child, but this time, it was a girl. she was born, named alessandra, and mom went back to work, just like she had before. sometimes i believed that she loved that job more than she loved us, but then i came back to earth and realized how riduclous that sounded. we went through life as a normal family, and i as a normal child. i had a best friend named titan, but just like all boys, friendship dies due to pity arguments. my family had a dog named alex, who was a red labrador and possibly the best animal a person could imagine. she was loyal, obedient, friendly, playful, and she never hurt anyone. that was until i was walking her, i was around thirteen years old. we took our normal route, but we ran into a little bit of trouble that day. there was a runner, who we had never encountered in our neighborhood. we taught alex people skills but i guess something seemed off with this guy to her. the man was taunting her, and she had enough. she snapped at him, and broke the flesh on his hand, exposing a tendon. it was the worst possible day of my life. the man pressed charges, and we had the choice to put alex down or send her away. i couldn't stand to see her killed for something that wasn't her fault, so we sent her to a farm in the rural area of connecticut. since then, i haven't had another animal- not even a fish. i feel like if i had, i would be cheating on her. high school was always an easy thing for me. i stayed away from making enemies, and i was never considered a 'loner' to my peers. i played high school football, and i became the quarter back my senior year. life was great. i was a pretty intelligent kid, as well, but i didn't know what i wanted to be after college. my parents always knew- it was either a surgeon or a social worker for them or nothing at all. i wasn't like that. my football coach told me to go for the NFL, but that scenario didn't seem that attractive to me. i wanted to be something that mattered, like what my parents were. for some reason, though, nothing came to me. near the end of my senior year, though, about a month before graduation, i experienced something that changed my life forever. my mother worked in the child protective services department as a social worker. when she was required to be escorted by an officer to let a parent know about removal of their child from their home, things went from a bright, sunny day to a blue and gloomy one. the father of the child didn't want to hear what my mother had to say, so when my mother rang the doorbell, the man opened the door with a gun in hand. a shot in the stomach and another one in the chest was all it took. fortunately for the officer, he was wearing a bulletproof vest. my mother wasn't as lucky. that day forward, i knew what i wanted to be. not a social worker, not a surgeon, but a police officer. i didn't want to let what happened to my mother happen to someone else, all due to a careless officer's mistake. thats exactly what i did, too. i graduated high school, and instead of going to a four year college i took only classes. i went straight to the police academy after i believed i was ready, and advanced in my career quite quickly, eventually getting to the point of working in the k9 unit. i figured this was something that alex wouldn't blame me for. it's a decision in my life that i'll never, never regret." personality, "for starters, being a police officer has made me a stronger, braver person than i wished or even thought i was capable of being. on a daily basis, i see terrible things, and things that i would rather not. that's my job, though, and i endure it. i've grown a thick skin thanks to my career, as well as i learned how to go with my gut feeling. i don't second guess myself. there's no second chances when it comes to my line of work, so there's no second chances in my life either. there's also no thinking you're right, there's only knowing you're right, even if you're not. that's another trait that i've picked up in my last three and a half years. never think twice, but don't jump to conclusions either. having common sense is the key. like i said, having common sense is the key. this can only be acquired through trial and error, though, and that's exactly how i gained it. believe me- i've messed up on the job lots of times, but luckily, there's been someone there to cover my ass every time. i don't make assumptions or accusations until i've weighed down everything. sure, i don't think twice, i go with my gut feeling, but that's after i've considered it. it's made me more open and accepting of people's excuses, because i've found that the most ridiculous excuses can be the honest truth. at the same time though, i've learned to see through people's bullshit. i've become a very protective person. not just of myself, not just of my family, and it's not even limited to only my friends, while they are included. it's to everyone around me. i wouldn't say i have some sort of hero complex, but i would agree if someone said i was somewhat of a good samaritan. seeing people around me being abused in any way, physically, emotionally, or verbally, hurts. it pains me to see those sorts of things, and my nature has become to react instantly. i'm more defensive of my friends, though, especially close ones. while i don't have many of those, i have a couple, and those couple i defend the shit out of. there's nothing i can't stand more than seeing the people i love suffering. obviously i've learned to care about the people that need caring for and that i encounter on duty, but it's my really close friends that i really would do anything for. i've developed people skills. i've learned the right way to talk to someone, like how to not piss off a guy with a gun or a psycho wielding a knife. it's an ability that not many people can perfect, believe it or not. it's not impossible, but it's not easy. it's sort of like kissing someone's ass, but not as extreme. it's a toned down version. that doesn't mean i'm a push over, because believe me, i'm definitely not. i wouldn't say i'm friendly, though. i know how to talk to people and uphold a conversation, but i'd rather not, in all honesty. i'm laid back, and reserved, and i really couldn't give a shit about what people think about me. it may be fun to listen to, but doesn't it matter? in the end, it doesn't. one more thing. experiences that i went through as a child to an eighteen year old boy have made me a better person, as well as a stronger one. my career has helped me become the man i am today, as well as what happened to my mother six years ago." appearance, as a police officer, i've got to stay in fact, and i would say i do. i hit the gym whenever is possible, and i drink lots and lots of protein shakes as well as eat lots of protein. swoll is the way to be. i'm five feet and ten inches, which i guess you could say is short, compared to a lot of the men in connecticut. what is it about people these days? they're giants! like everyone else, i like to dress to impress, and when i'm not at work, i do just that. i'd be lying if i told you i don't sport some new haven PD apparel every now and then as well. the roleplayer, L O L i'm hannah that's all you need to know. i've done enough of this things ~ |
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