Zachary Cortes

[Zach Cortes]

~Josh Hartnett~

About the RolePlayer
~Tell us about yourself~

~Name: Daze. Call me Daze
~ Age: Fourteen
~ Gender: Female
~How did you find us: Advertisement on Proboards Support
~Other Characters: N/A

The Star of the Show: The Character

~Name: Zachary Cortes
~Nicknames: Zach
~Age: 17
~Gender: Male
~Birthday: 3/15
~Grade: Senior
~Sexual Orientation: Straight

Appearance

~Eyes: Dark brown, almost black.
~Hair: Medium-Brown
~Height: 6’1’’
~Weight: 171 lbs.
~Body Type: Stocky
~Skin Color: Caucasian
~Wing Description: Zach carries a full pair of a multi-brown bird wings. They’re about 14 feet from tip to tip, and they vary from a medium brown, to an almost black.
~Tattoos/piercings/scars: N/A
~Dress style: Zach doesn’t really care what he wears, as long as he gets to wear his oversized sweatshirt overtopped. On a typical day, he’ll throw on jeans, a random t-shirt—and sneakers. He wears his gray sweatshirt almost all the time, due to the huge slits in the back that allow his wings to snap out straight at the highest efficiency. Other than that—Zach doesn’t really care, as long as it’s comfortable, cheap, and looks relatively okay.
~Short Description: Tall, stocky and not bad with the looks—Zach couldn’t care less. He’s muscled from hours of flying, not from working out till he drops to look ripped. He’s tan from the sun on his back, not from hours on the beach swooning the ladies. His unconcern for looks, (unless it’s a pretty lady, that is) gives him a somewhat scruffy aura, if you will.

Personality

~Likes:

• Music. He’d never been good himself at playing it, but listening to others play has always been a favorite thing of his to do. Zach typically admires those who spend time learning to play, or practicing—something he could never do himself.
  
• Chocolate! ^^
  
• Joking around. He appreciates people who know when to stop, but also know when not to be too serious.
  
• Diving from huge heights. The thing is, with wings—it’s almost impossible to get hurt, and yet you still get the awesome adrenaline rush.
  

~Dislikes:

• Arrogance
  
• The hawk eat mouse stereotype. In fact, if it came down to it—Zach would put money on the mouse. It ticks him off, slightly, to see others underestimating the little guy or girl. Or mouse.
  
• Mechanical pencils that squeak. It really annoys him.
  
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~Hobbies:

• He’s not a master or whatnot, but Zach doesn’t mind sitting down for a while and drawing. It’s not the manliest thing in the world, sure—but being a visual person, he likes to draw things he sees, and people, so he remembers them more clearly later on.
  
• Zach’s fairly physically fit. He played soccer for a while, up till the early years of high-school—where it became nearly impossible due to discrimination. He still plays from time to time, and enjoys it.
  
• Mexican Food
  

~Quirks:

• Zach tends to look at things once, then never again unless it really catches his attention. He’ll stare at a person he’s just met for slightly longer than average—then not again unless talking to them head on.
  
• After doing something particularly stupid, Zach tends to labor over it for several weeks after. He often thinks about what he could have done better, or how to have avoided the situation in the first place. Never speaks about the event though, unless in a playful manner.
  
• Idealist
  

~Flaws:

• Zach’s instinctive. Perhaps a little too instinctive. His motto is usually act first, think later. This has gotten him in trouble more than once.
  
• Moody. He can go from laughing to in a blind rage in seconds. The only plus about that is Zach can never remain sullen for too long—but then he can just as easily return.
  
• Can’t do algebra to save his life.

~Power: N/A that he knows of.

~Personality: Overall, Zach’s a carefree kid—who acts on impulses and gut feelings. His mood changes often, but usually leaves him as a playful and totally unserious guy, who loves to fly. He can be loyal and protective, or vengeful and unforgiving—it depends on the day, and, well, you. His imagination often gets the better of him, and throws him and others around him into bad situations—but he always pulls through.

History

~Mom: Emily Cortes, forty-four, stay-at-home mother—she’s the one who taught Zach to fly, so—yes, they’re pretty close.
~Dad: Bruce Cortes, forty-six, works in marketing, fairly good relationship with Zach, they don’t argue much—and when they do, it’s mostly about stupid things like the color of the new family car.
~Sibling: Airael Cortes, fourteen, eighth-grade, the younger sister to Zach—the fight like normal siblings due, but have an almost different type of bond. She writes/calls Zach often at the school—and when he returns home for holidays—the first thing they do is sit down, lock themselves in a room, and talk for an hour.
~Pet(s): A female dog named Hero. Cheesy name, and it was Airael that gave it to her—so don’t you laugh. Mind you, the girl was eleven when she bestowed the name on the dog.
~Other: n/a

~Background: When you’re born with wings, that usually leads to a slightly unpredictable life. Hey, Zach thought he was normal until his first day of kindergarten. When some of the kids started to scream and run away when he decided to fly onto the school roof—it suddenly clicked that he may have been a bit different. Sure, there were a few others that displayed their winged beauties—but even then when all the ‘freaks’ banded together, catcalls, jeers, and people flinching when you came near were quite common.

Other than that, though—Zach grew up in the way an average kid might. School, grades, soccer—making that one little group of friends that you stuck with through school—it was all the same. There was that occasional girl that admired you, or shyly asked if she could feel your wings—and that moment where everyone seemed to forget you were different (when the teacher was in the room).

High-School came along, and Zach hung out with the same group of ‘freaks’ who, like him, struggled to fit in. Free time was spent in the sky, or anxiously trying to teach his younger sister (with not fully grown wings) to fly. Finally, through the streams of bullies, typical high-school drama, and life as a winged boy—came the call of Galaxium Academy—and as a junior, Zach traveled to this new school to hopefully live peacefully among those like him. Er, or—not so peacefully if push came to shove, but for the first time in his life—Zach felt normal. Maybe he could score a girlfriend, or have time to make friends of his own choosing.

Yeah. Wouldn’t that be something.

~Role Play Sample:

Date: 9/15/11
Time: 3:36 pm

Keiko Ushai

Location: Small 'all-american'
resturant in New-York
And Reason: Rendezvous

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Keiko Ushai sat in the wood chair of the cafe, eyes fleetingly glancing around the room. It was pretty quiet-- though not too quiet, as there were several American couples fawning over each other in some tables on the other-side of the room by the large glass window. The woman reached down onto her plate blindly and retrieved a french-fry, gnawing on it without letting her eyes leave the people in the room. Seated far away from any group of people and the windows, but also fairly close to the kitchen in the back-- Keiko was rendered uneasy.

“Can I get you anything else?”

Keiko's head jerked up and her fingers instinctively flew nervously to her high brown boots, where she had been resting her knee on. However, quickly noticing that the person who had spoken was a familiar brunette waitress-- Keiko quickly sat up and shook her head, not saying anything else. Still, they waitress was quiet-- I'll have to keep my eyes on her--

“Are you sure?” The waitress piped, throwing her a smile. “We have some excellent chocolate cake in the back, if you'd like.”

The woman swallowed a scowl. Last time she had been in America was when she was finishing up high-school. People that had called her their friend, or rather were just being nice to her so she wouldn't have to sit alone at lunch again, had called her 'Cake'. Keiko, cake-- they sounded the same, so the at-the-time sophomore thought nothing of it. Until she figured out what cake was-- as she was just starting to learn English at that time.

Keiko did not appreciate being called a sugary dessert.

“Thank you, but I am no longer hungry,” she replied formally, voice slightly choppy with the remains of an Chinese-accent. “If I could receive the bill now...?”

“Suit yourself,” The waitress shrugged-- smiling slightly at the other's formality. “I'll go get the bill now.”

Watching the woman saunter away back toward the bar where the cash-register was, Keiko glanced down at her watch for a moment. She was supposed to meet someone from the Mockingbird intelligence soon, but whoever they were-- they must've been held up, as their rendezvous time was over fifteen minutes ago. I'll give them five more minutes, maybe ten-- She pondered, dipping another fry into a small amount of ketchup on her plate. She had finished her meal about ten minutes ago, and was rendered to staring out the window, and at the guests in the restaurant-- wondering if maybe she had missed the person and they were actually already here.

Caught up in her thoughts, Keiko almost missed the sound of the cafe door swinging open.

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OCC
Muse: Awesome.
Notes: n/a
Song: n/a-- yet.
Words: 450

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