Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Jul 17, 2004 14:59:15 GMT -5
( Couldn't help but have another charrie! And since there seems to be so many ladies....)
Name: Christopher Hughes ( Chris)
Age: 20
Appearance: Curly brown hair, blue-grey eyes, good build, stands 5'11".
looks like this..
www.ashton-kutcher.net/gallery/details.php?image_id=11808
History: Chris was born in London England into a high-class family. He had a Welsh father, David, who would work within the Queens palace. Though he hadn't worked directly with the Queen, suprisingly he was paid high wages. His English mother, Patricia, worked at a nearby tavern, tending tables. He hadn't a brother nor a sister for company and because of his parent's hours Chris was often left alone, to tend to the household. With no one to watch or nobody to watch him, as a child Chris would often get into trouble throughout the city. His family was get aggrivated of having to bail him out of jail every other day and sometimes would leave him in there for days.
One day, when Chris was 15, he had gotten caught along with his friends stealing pistols from a local shop. He once again got thrown into jail. He waited to get bailed out by his family but they never showed up. First it had been days then weeks. One morning as Chris hoped today would be the day, the officers came along and let him out. He supposed it had been his parents but if they had why hadn't they come in person. Chris questioned the officers. They gave him no answers instead they handed him a note. It read:
My dear son,
We are sorry to inform you that we have left London. We are sending you this letter from our current residence in the Caribbean. The fact that you had been put away for so many times, me and your mother could not handle. But even with the distance we couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving you in jail. We had sent the money for your bail. So enjoy your freedom while you can. I hope you unterstand.
All my love,
Your father
Chris wrapped the note up and put it in his pocket. He couldn't believe is parents would do something so careless. Chris was angered by their words and their lack of thought. From that day foreward, Chris would drink heavily. One night as he sat at the bar, Chris removed the note from his pocket and read it over. He decided he would go to the Caribbean, whether they had cared for him or not, he would travel to the Caribbean in search of a new life.
The next day he managed to sneaked into a cargo hold of one of the ships. Its destination was Port Royal. The Trading port of the Caribbean.
At his arrival, he didn't care for looking for his parents. After all they hadn't cared for him.... He now resides in Port Royal living off his weekly wages as a bartender and the occasional steal...
Name: Christopher Hughes ( Chris)
Age: 20
Appearance: Curly brown hair, blue-grey eyes, good build, stands 5'11".
looks like this..
www.ashton-kutcher.net/gallery/details.php?image_id=11808
History: Chris was born in London England into a high-class family. He had a Welsh father, David, who would work within the Queens palace. Though he hadn't worked directly with the Queen, suprisingly he was paid high wages. His English mother, Patricia, worked at a nearby tavern, tending tables. He hadn't a brother nor a sister for company and because of his parent's hours Chris was often left alone, to tend to the household. With no one to watch or nobody to watch him, as a child Chris would often get into trouble throughout the city. His family was get aggrivated of having to bail him out of jail every other day and sometimes would leave him in there for days.
One day, when Chris was 15, he had gotten caught along with his friends stealing pistols from a local shop. He once again got thrown into jail. He waited to get bailed out by his family but they never showed up. First it had been days then weeks. One morning as Chris hoped today would be the day, the officers came along and let him out. He supposed it had been his parents but if they had why hadn't they come in person. Chris questioned the officers. They gave him no answers instead they handed him a note. It read:
My dear son,
We are sorry to inform you that we have left London. We are sending you this letter from our current residence in the Caribbean. The fact that you had been put away for so many times, me and your mother could not handle. But even with the distance we couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving you in jail. We had sent the money for your bail. So enjoy your freedom while you can. I hope you unterstand.
All my love,
Your father
Chris wrapped the note up and put it in his pocket. He couldn't believe is parents would do something so careless. Chris was angered by their words and their lack of thought. From that day foreward, Chris would drink heavily. One night as he sat at the bar, Chris removed the note from his pocket and read it over. He decided he would go to the Caribbean, whether they had cared for him or not, he would travel to the Caribbean in search of a new life.
The next day he managed to sneaked into a cargo hold of one of the ships. Its destination was Port Royal. The Trading port of the Caribbean.
At his arrival, he didn't care for looking for his parents. After all they hadn't cared for him.... He now resides in Port Royal living off his weekly wages as a bartender and the occasional steal...