Post by pierce on Oct 6, 2016 18:02:10 GMT
Name: Daniel Martin "Marty" Rivers Jr.
Age: 36
Birthday: May 28th 1981
Birthchart
Occupation: Shop Teacher
Appearance: With his strong build, it is only fitting that Marty teaches a subject dealing in activity and heavy lifting. He is top heavy but does quite a lot to work out his lower half as well, jogging and hitting the gym on a regular basis. Marty keeps his dark hair relatively short and tends to sweep and style it back as to not get in the way of his vision. He likes to keep a clean face but when he's feeling particularly masculine (or lazy) he will let his stubble grow out for a few days and trim it accordingly. Marty's features are quite manly, his strong chin and jawline as well as rigid brow definitely not the traits of a boyish face. He has some very captivating blue-green eyes that he uses to his advantage at the right times, along with his charming smile.
Personality: Though he is a fun-loving guy, Marty also prefers the old fashioned way of life. He likes to balance out a Saturday on the town with a long drive out to the countryside in his truck. He is always more drawn to working with his hands and learning things the hard way first than taking more convenient routes, but he doesn't deny the help of such things when he isn't feeling up to breaking a sweat. It isn't often that he'll take that route, but when the world gets him down he just likes to keep away from strenuous activities. The fact that his life pretty much revolves around such activities means that when he's in the dumps he just breaks from contact and veges out. It takes a lot of stress to break him down, but when he does he finds it hard to get himself out of the slump. In these cases he'll either push himself to work out, get out of town or he'll seek the help and comfort of friends whom he trusts.
Likes:
-Wood and metalworking
-Long scenic drives
-Rainy nights
-Fishing
-Learning new skills
-Working out
Dislikes:
-Feeling overwhelmed
-Thinking about his past
-Taking advantage of people
-Vulgar music
-Airplanes
History: Daniel was born in the town of New Alresford in England, raised by his mother and grandmother as his father served in the armed forces. He didn't often see him and when he did the man was distant and cold. His mother assured him that was just how he was and that he shouldn't take it to heart, but deep down he did. He grew to dislike being the man's namesake and soon began to go by Marty instead of his father's name. Grade school in the town passed smoothly, with much time spent on the banks of the River Itchen, swimming and fishing with his schoolmates. He became skilled in carpentry by watching his best mate Colin's father at work. He invited the young boys to help him with small jobs until they proved to be knowledgeable enough to work for him. It paid decently, and with the help of this as well as the money set aside for his schooling by his father, Marty was welcomed to attend a well regarded institute by the age of 14.
He was very distraught to leave the town he'd grown up in, but it was a chance to learn more about the world beyond New Alresford and the river it shared - so he did not put up much of a fuss when he boarded the train and left to get a higher education. No matter what he learned though, could persuade him from practicing his already sharp skill at the building and maintenance of furniture and structures in general. He convinced the old headmaster there to let him work on the needed repairs in that area, to which the skeptical man in the eve of his retirement eventually agreed to. He was so impressed by the boy's work ethic enough that he enlisted him with plenty of work afterwards, paying him generously. Along with his classwork and carpentry, Marty didn't have much time for sports or horseplay like the other boys which made him in to a black sheep of sorts. He used his free time exercising and jogging about the grounds, already strong enough to fight back any teasing they had to dish out to him.
The headmaster soon noticed that he wasn't getting along with the other boys, much to his disappointment. He took much more interest in the boy, who was indeed much more capable and growing more handsome with each year than he'd ever been in his youth. The man took it upon himself to write to Marty's mother, who was overjoyed to hear that her son would be employed to the man personally once he graduated from the institute. She'd already been so proud of her child as he would send her generous amounts of money every month, so she did not question the man's motives at all. Neither did Marty for that matter.
The first year at the Hollsman Manor was full of busy work. Marty learned early on how to restore antiques thanks to all the home attendants who were grateful to have someone else to take the job and responsibility if things weren't done the 'right' way. Luckily for Marty though, Maynard Hollsman had a soft spot for him and wouldn't punish him even if he had ruined any of the priceless objects he repaired. He didn't take advantage of this kindness, however, Marty just continued to do his very best around the place - picking up all sorts of new skills from each member of the help there. He soon had the title of plumber, electrician, mechanic, landscaper, and roofer under his belt.
That Winter, instead of going home Marty opted to stay at the Manor after hearing about the damage the place would always get during the blistery season. This was when he met Beatrice Hollsman, Maynard's seventeen year old granddaughter. It was the first time he'd been acquainted with such a pretty girl since he had left New Alresford and it was the first time she'd met such a charming and staggeringly handsome young man. They began a whirlwind romance almost right away. Beatrice would hang around and watch him at work, always trying to distract him in a number of ways during her stay. Though he didn't allow her to disrupt her work, Marty did disrupt her studies all too easily. She left for another year of a prestigious ladies academy by the end of the break - only to be kicked out and sent back after a number of months with the news that she was undoubtedly pregnant.
Things began to go downhill from there. Marty, barely 19 and was now about to be a father. The whole Hollsman family apart from Maynard was absolutely devastated by Marty's lack of breeding and social graces. They decided it was best that he not be in his baby daughter's life and that he need never see Beatrice again. He wanted to escape from all of it but he couldn't. He was trapped and the only person he could trust now was Maynard. The elder man used the boy's new found vulnerabilities to display the affection he'd been hiding so long for him, in small ways at first, but it was soon that Marty clued in. He really didn't know where to turn now. The manor was so remote that it wasn't like he could just run off. He tolerated the attention, little by little becoming accustomed to the lingering looks and brushes against him until he grew to expect them. It was shameful, but Marty planned on biding his time until the right moment came to leave.
That was when a call came for him, telling him of his mother's illness and how she didn't have long. He couldn't believe she hadn't told him in her occasional calls and letters - but he was so relieved to have a way out. Maynard couldn't hold him back from seeing her and they both knew it, so the night before his departure Marty was wracked with nerves. He was all packed and ready but it took so long for his sleep to come, feeling deep inside of him that something wicked was to come during the night. He wasn't wrong in the slightest. Before daybreak Marty woke to find the man in his bed, breathing hard, with his hand in his boxers. He froze in shock. Instead of fighting what was happening he forced his eyes closed, letting the man who had provided for him for so long to have his way. He imagined the hand as someone else, convincing his mind to imagine Beatrice and to enjoy the weak grappling under the covers - enough to please Maynard with his hardening. All the older man wanted was this, Marty's virility there in the palm of his hand. Now that he had it he was ready to let go of the lusty thoughts that had plagued his mind for so long. Marty felt so dirty and used the moment he climaxed, as the man whispered how good of a job he'd done and snaked out of the room as quietly as he'd entered.
Marty couldn't sleep for the rest of the night, ashamed as he washed and let his tears mix with the stream of his shower. He tried to wash everything away, the past years, the atrociousness of what had just happened. He didn't want to take any of it away with him. It all had to stay here and die with the old man. He avoided Maynard the best he could, which was easy enough as he kept in his quarters that entire morning. Marty said his goodbyes to every member of the help who had taught him practically everything he needed to know, relieved as he counted the hours down until the car service came to take him from Hollsman Manor. It came right on time and Marty almost rushed to get his bags packed in the trunk, turning from the task to the sight of Maynard there - holding out his hand to him. He swallowed his pride and shook the very same hand that had molested him, averting his eyes and not meeting the man's gaze until he felt an envelope in his grasp. Marty could only guess what it contained and there was no way he could say no to it. He had a savings, but most of his earnings had gone to his mother. He thanked Maynard through his teeth, for everything and left - not once looking back.
He arrived back to his hometown in time to say goodbye to his mother and see how happy he'd made her even though he hadn't been there to help her through her sickness. Marty cried hard at her deathbed while his aged father could only stare stoically at his son, ashamed that he hadn't become man enough to hide his emotions away like he'd learned in the military. Her funeral was full of silence and well wishes from strangers, it was something Marty decided to never forget, the sadness of the event something that could rival the traumatic moment back at the Manor. Daniel asked his son if he wanted to join him and move to the States where his next big client lived in Los Angeles. At first Marty wasn't sure. He never respected his father and he'd considered just staying in New Alresford for the rest of his days but after a long thought Marty accepted. It meant that his past wouldn't ever catch back up to him, or if it did it would be discouraged to cross an entire ocean to find him.
Once they settled Daniel was off again. Marty wasn't surprised at all. He just focused on getting his teaching degree and finished by the age of 23, doing a few years of public school in different California districts before realizing he wanted something a little more specialized, with pupils that were actually somewhat interested in making things instead of taking his class for an easy credit. He found Metric through a teacher friend of his that he'd made over social media and applied. It was pretty miraculous that the high school was in need of such a teacher, so Marty saw this as a very promising sign that he was on the right track. His first year there was very different from his prior teaching stints, which is to say it was so enjoyable that he began to make a home for himself there in Salem. It had every nuance of solitude yet it was still populated by such a variety of people that he knew it was the right fit, that he finally found somewhere other than New Alresford that he could see himself growing old in.
Playby: Henry Cavill
Age: 36
Birthday: May 28th 1981
Birthchart
Occupation: Shop Teacher
Appearance: With his strong build, it is only fitting that Marty teaches a subject dealing in activity and heavy lifting. He is top heavy but does quite a lot to work out his lower half as well, jogging and hitting the gym on a regular basis. Marty keeps his dark hair relatively short and tends to sweep and style it back as to not get in the way of his vision. He likes to keep a clean face but when he's feeling particularly masculine (or lazy) he will let his stubble grow out for a few days and trim it accordingly. Marty's features are quite manly, his strong chin and jawline as well as rigid brow definitely not the traits of a boyish face. He has some very captivating blue-green eyes that he uses to his advantage at the right times, along with his charming smile.
Personality: Though he is a fun-loving guy, Marty also prefers the old fashioned way of life. He likes to balance out a Saturday on the town with a long drive out to the countryside in his truck. He is always more drawn to working with his hands and learning things the hard way first than taking more convenient routes, but he doesn't deny the help of such things when he isn't feeling up to breaking a sweat. It isn't often that he'll take that route, but when the world gets him down he just likes to keep away from strenuous activities. The fact that his life pretty much revolves around such activities means that when he's in the dumps he just breaks from contact and veges out. It takes a lot of stress to break him down, but when he does he finds it hard to get himself out of the slump. In these cases he'll either push himself to work out, get out of town or he'll seek the help and comfort of friends whom he trusts.
Likes:
-Wood and metalworking
-Long scenic drives
-Rainy nights
-Fishing
-Learning new skills
-Working out
Dislikes:
-Feeling overwhelmed
-Thinking about his past
-Taking advantage of people
-Vulgar music
-Airplanes
History: Daniel was born in the town of New Alresford in England, raised by his mother and grandmother as his father served in the armed forces. He didn't often see him and when he did the man was distant and cold. His mother assured him that was just how he was and that he shouldn't take it to heart, but deep down he did. He grew to dislike being the man's namesake and soon began to go by Marty instead of his father's name. Grade school in the town passed smoothly, with much time spent on the banks of the River Itchen, swimming and fishing with his schoolmates. He became skilled in carpentry by watching his best mate Colin's father at work. He invited the young boys to help him with small jobs until they proved to be knowledgeable enough to work for him. It paid decently, and with the help of this as well as the money set aside for his schooling by his father, Marty was welcomed to attend a well regarded institute by the age of 14.
He was very distraught to leave the town he'd grown up in, but it was a chance to learn more about the world beyond New Alresford and the river it shared - so he did not put up much of a fuss when he boarded the train and left to get a higher education. No matter what he learned though, could persuade him from practicing his already sharp skill at the building and maintenance of furniture and structures in general. He convinced the old headmaster there to let him work on the needed repairs in that area, to which the skeptical man in the eve of his retirement eventually agreed to. He was so impressed by the boy's work ethic enough that he enlisted him with plenty of work afterwards, paying him generously. Along with his classwork and carpentry, Marty didn't have much time for sports or horseplay like the other boys which made him in to a black sheep of sorts. He used his free time exercising and jogging about the grounds, already strong enough to fight back any teasing they had to dish out to him.
The headmaster soon noticed that he wasn't getting along with the other boys, much to his disappointment. He took much more interest in the boy, who was indeed much more capable and growing more handsome with each year than he'd ever been in his youth. The man took it upon himself to write to Marty's mother, who was overjoyed to hear that her son would be employed to the man personally once he graduated from the institute. She'd already been so proud of her child as he would send her generous amounts of money every month, so she did not question the man's motives at all. Neither did Marty for that matter.
The first year at the Hollsman Manor was full of busy work. Marty learned early on how to restore antiques thanks to all the home attendants who were grateful to have someone else to take the job and responsibility if things weren't done the 'right' way. Luckily for Marty though, Maynard Hollsman had a soft spot for him and wouldn't punish him even if he had ruined any of the priceless objects he repaired. He didn't take advantage of this kindness, however, Marty just continued to do his very best around the place - picking up all sorts of new skills from each member of the help there. He soon had the title of plumber, electrician, mechanic, landscaper, and roofer under his belt.
That Winter, instead of going home Marty opted to stay at the Manor after hearing about the damage the place would always get during the blistery season. This was when he met Beatrice Hollsman, Maynard's seventeen year old granddaughter. It was the first time he'd been acquainted with such a pretty girl since he had left New Alresford and it was the first time she'd met such a charming and staggeringly handsome young man. They began a whirlwind romance almost right away. Beatrice would hang around and watch him at work, always trying to distract him in a number of ways during her stay. Though he didn't allow her to disrupt her work, Marty did disrupt her studies all too easily. She left for another year of a prestigious ladies academy by the end of the break - only to be kicked out and sent back after a number of months with the news that she was undoubtedly pregnant.
Things began to go downhill from there. Marty, barely 19 and was now about to be a father. The whole Hollsman family apart from Maynard was absolutely devastated by Marty's lack of breeding and social graces. They decided it was best that he not be in his baby daughter's life and that he need never see Beatrice again. He wanted to escape from all of it but he couldn't. He was trapped and the only person he could trust now was Maynard. The elder man used the boy's new found vulnerabilities to display the affection he'd been hiding so long for him, in small ways at first, but it was soon that Marty clued in. He really didn't know where to turn now. The manor was so remote that it wasn't like he could just run off. He tolerated the attention, little by little becoming accustomed to the lingering looks and brushes against him until he grew to expect them. It was shameful, but Marty planned on biding his time until the right moment came to leave.
That was when a call came for him, telling him of his mother's illness and how she didn't have long. He couldn't believe she hadn't told him in her occasional calls and letters - but he was so relieved to have a way out. Maynard couldn't hold him back from seeing her and they both knew it, so the night before his departure Marty was wracked with nerves. He was all packed and ready but it took so long for his sleep to come, feeling deep inside of him that something wicked was to come during the night. He wasn't wrong in the slightest. Before daybreak Marty woke to find the man in his bed, breathing hard, with his hand in his boxers. He froze in shock. Instead of fighting what was happening he forced his eyes closed, letting the man who had provided for him for so long to have his way. He imagined the hand as someone else, convincing his mind to imagine Beatrice and to enjoy the weak grappling under the covers - enough to please Maynard with his hardening. All the older man wanted was this, Marty's virility there in the palm of his hand. Now that he had it he was ready to let go of the lusty thoughts that had plagued his mind for so long. Marty felt so dirty and used the moment he climaxed, as the man whispered how good of a job he'd done and snaked out of the room as quietly as he'd entered.
Marty couldn't sleep for the rest of the night, ashamed as he washed and let his tears mix with the stream of his shower. He tried to wash everything away, the past years, the atrociousness of what had just happened. He didn't want to take any of it away with him. It all had to stay here and die with the old man. He avoided Maynard the best he could, which was easy enough as he kept in his quarters that entire morning. Marty said his goodbyes to every member of the help who had taught him practically everything he needed to know, relieved as he counted the hours down until the car service came to take him from Hollsman Manor. It came right on time and Marty almost rushed to get his bags packed in the trunk, turning from the task to the sight of Maynard there - holding out his hand to him. He swallowed his pride and shook the very same hand that had molested him, averting his eyes and not meeting the man's gaze until he felt an envelope in his grasp. Marty could only guess what it contained and there was no way he could say no to it. He had a savings, but most of his earnings had gone to his mother. He thanked Maynard through his teeth, for everything and left - not once looking back.
He arrived back to his hometown in time to say goodbye to his mother and see how happy he'd made her even though he hadn't been there to help her through her sickness. Marty cried hard at her deathbed while his aged father could only stare stoically at his son, ashamed that he hadn't become man enough to hide his emotions away like he'd learned in the military. Her funeral was full of silence and well wishes from strangers, it was something Marty decided to never forget, the sadness of the event something that could rival the traumatic moment back at the Manor. Daniel asked his son if he wanted to join him and move to the States where his next big client lived in Los Angeles. At first Marty wasn't sure. He never respected his father and he'd considered just staying in New Alresford for the rest of his days but after a long thought Marty accepted. It meant that his past wouldn't ever catch back up to him, or if it did it would be discouraged to cross an entire ocean to find him.
Once they settled Daniel was off again. Marty wasn't surprised at all. He just focused on getting his teaching degree and finished by the age of 23, doing a few years of public school in different California districts before realizing he wanted something a little more specialized, with pupils that were actually somewhat interested in making things instead of taking his class for an easy credit. He found Metric through a teacher friend of his that he'd made over social media and applied. It was pretty miraculous that the high school was in need of such a teacher, so Marty saw this as a very promising sign that he was on the right track. His first year there was very different from his prior teaching stints, which is to say it was so enjoyable that he began to make a home for himself there in Salem. It had every nuance of solitude yet it was still populated by such a variety of people that he knew it was the right fit, that he finally found somewhere other than New Alresford that he could see himself growing old in.
Playby: Henry Cavill