NAME: Christopher "Shep" Shepherd
AGE: 18
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5'11 / 189lbs
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Green
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Currently sporting a black eye from a hockey fight he was involved in during the game the other night (should see the other guy)
BEST KNOWN FOR: Only player currently being scouted by top hockey colleges.
PLANS: Hoping to land a scholarship to Boston College for hockey.
DREAMS: To play professional level (NHL) hockey.
CAR: None, its not that his family doesn't have any, just his parents use them for work. Occasionally he'll borrow his moms old stick shift Honda. Yet that's rare, otherwise he walks everywhere or bums a ride in bad weather.
PARENTS: Larry Shepherd and Emilia Shepherd. Chris's father, Larry is a traveling business man so he's often over seas meeting clients for his company. Emilia, Christopher's mother, works at the local Walmart normally during the late shift (any time from 3pm onward). They're good people, but not active in Chris's life other then to occasionally see him at his games, well his mother anyways.
HOME: Green Acres, closer to the trailer park side though.
HOBBIES: Hockey. When not mesmerized by the ice sport, he likes to read and loves to sing. The thing with singing is, he's pretty good, just wont do it in front of people. Listening to his music loudly.
ABOUT: Originally from the good city of Pittsburgh, Chris moved to the middle of nowhere halfway through his 9th grade year. Going from an established school, and established friend group and even an amazing relationship he watched it all fall apart as he left. Losing the girl, losing his friends, and leaving a great hockey program. The only thing he was able to keep in the new place was his hockey skills, which he quickly put to use on the make shift hockey team he found himself on. It took him a good year before he began to fit in with the crowds of bodies just trying to survive the days of school. He made a few new friends, yet playing a sport with the rival school wasn't cool, so he was picked on quiet a few times. The schools hockey program wasn't large enough, so through teaming up with the rival Glenn's Hill High School, they had a pretty decent program.
Chris got used to the routine of fight threats, and often after the Perkiski incident he was targeted for that as well. However, he was smart and level headed knowing that his only opportunity in life was on the ice, he brushed the incidents off. He still had gotten into fights, yet most of them were ended quickly before they even started. Never the less as the next years came on he was almost forgotten as he continued his routine. His grades were ok throughout school mainly a B student, a few A's here and even a D in bio.
Thankfully he had the Foxy Roxy, the smartest girl in the school, offering to tutor him. With her help he was able to raise that D to a C, just like the recruiters asked him to. Soon the fist of the scholarship info would be coming in and he would be golden.
Yet as his senior year ended, realization of the things uncheck hit him. How far Will the scholarship go? Will she go to Boston college with me? Can we work this out long distance? Should I have done better in school so the scholarship was guaranteed? If I don't get this college, where I am going to go? what will I study?
The anxiety is hitting him hard.
MOMENTS OF GLORY: His junior year when he stopped the opposing team from scoring the game winning goal that sent his team into the high school level playoffs. It was that game he was awarded the "A" currently on his jersey. Yet he is a defensemen after all.
MOMENTS OF SHAME: The time he "sucker punched" the teacher after falling asleep. It was a late night of practice for him as it had been raining so he stayed at the rink as long as he could before it let up. During his first period class he passed out in his arms and began to snore. When Mr. Perkiski shook him to wake him, instinctively Chris shot up and swung at the older man. From certain angles it seemed he hit him. However, Mr. Perkiski just stumbled backwards over a table and fell. He was even back in school the next day. Yet the rumors of the "broken jaw" never stopped.
BIGGEST REGRET: Not securing a back up plan if hockey doesn't work out. Not figuring things out with her (open to whomever would like to be "her") about their next steps in life.
STORY ARCS: Open to all. I do wish for romance. Yet pregnancy fears are fun, aren't they? Also, for hockey being his main goal in life, a career or near career ending injury would destroy him, so I'm definitely game for this option as well.