lane ERICHSON

[LANE ERICHSON]

lane ERICHSON

hollywood god*

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»the basics

NAME:

lane wynn erichson

NICK NAMES:

farmboy

CLASS:

other (hesperide)

REINCARNATE:

Aegle

AGE:

seventeen

GRADE:

Junior

ORIENTATION:

closeted bisexual

FACE CLAIM:

Dustin Milligan

»the image

EYE COLOR:

blue

HAIR:

medium length, curly and brown

HEIGHT:

5'11"

WEIGHT:

155

CLOTHING STYLE:

Lane doesn't have much in the way of fashionable clothing. He usually wears the jeans and flannel shirts or t-shirts that he's kept from back in Georgia, mucht o the chagrin of the various and sundry record companies, and

»the story

FAMILY:

Cooper Erichson-father-48
Louise Erichson- Mother-45
Rhonda Erichson- Younger Sister- 14

HOMETOWN:

Rutledge, Georgia

PERSONALITY:

Unsure of himself - lane is always undermining his own decisions. He rarely thinks he is right, and is frightened of his own lingering feeligns of attraction to men.
Easily Persuaded - Because he is loathe to make his own decisions, he will easily be persuaded to follow the crowd or go off and do something with someone else.
Eager to Please - lane lives off of the approval of others. he doesn't like going against the crowd or really doing anything that would let anyone down.

PAST:

Lane was born into an agricultural family who made their living off the orange tree business in Georgia. He started working on his parent's orchard at the age of 4 and just kept working on the farm for the rest of his short life. Sure he went to school, but he could hardly be expected to add or memorize spellings when he was worrying about the health of his poor trees back at the farm.

Although Lane's family raised a number of different trees and crops, lane was always a bit nuerotic about the oranges. every day he would go to each and every tree to check on all the fruit, just to make sure none had been damaged. Unlike farms nearby, who's fruit sometimes rotted or died from neglect, the Erichson family never had a single orange go bad, a county wide boast that no one could top.

After a while, Lane started to go out for the numerous school musicals, putting to use a beautiful voice that had been resting bottled up inside of him. Every note he hit as golden, every pitch was perfect. It wasn't surprising that soon, Lane was being begged by record companies to follow them down the rabbit hole and out to Hollywood for recordings. They gave him numerous offers. At first, his family refused...but they changed their minds when they saw the highest bid for his talents.

Lane and his family moved away from the trees of Georgia to the sunny and urban Hollywood, California.

PRESENT:

Lane flits from recorder to recorder, always looking for a microphone. It doesn't matter where,or for who. he just loves singing. The money he makes easily keeps his family afloat financially although there are some tough times in between jobs. At first his family attempted to reorganize their lives around him and the new urban world they were living in, but eventually gave up. They were farm people! What were they doing trying to wear ties to work??? With the surplus money they still had laying around they bought a large tract of land upon which to rebuild an orchard and farm. Although their orange and apple trees are still just saplings, hardly big enough to be called trees yet, they are mainly relying on the other crops and Lane's talents to bring in the income.

Lane is in his Senior year at high school. He and his family have been living in the hollywood vicinity for 2 years now, and they have adjusted to the best of their ability. Lane is considered by many people in school to be just some stupid farm kid. Since he doesn't get good grades he isn't redeemed of this fact in any way.

It wasn't until Junior year that he convinced himself what he wanted was a girlfriend, and that lucky girl was Mitchie Morgan. Although their relationship was off to a rocky start when he managed to ignore her for a few weeks after a hot and steamy get together in Burger King. Despite the evident pissed off rage Mitchie held against lane, he thought that the relationship still might work out.

That was before he got the most points in a school football game. Unknown to lane, Carly Grant had instituted some sort of contest with the other guys on the football team, where the player who scores the most points in a game would then spend the night performing sexual gymnastics with Carly.

Unwillingly roped into it, Lane was effectively kidnapped and brought to the grant mansion. While he was at first reviled by the entire encounter, he was starting to get turned on by the whole thing (dispelling many of his questions about his sexuality) when Mitchie burst through the door in tears... ruining any moment that may have been happening.

Reviled by his actions, lane immediately dropped Carly like a hot potato and ran to Mitchie, but it was too late. the damage was done.

»the extra

LIKES:

Football
Oranges and citrus fruit
Singing
New and improved things
That new car smell
Clean and Shiny anything

DISLIKES:

The potential of him being gay
Homophobics (for obvious reasons)
Thieves
Cold/frost
Rotting fruit

OTHER INFO:

Lane is a Hesperide. in greek myth, the hesperides were nymphs that were positioned on the island of hesperides, where hera's golden apple orcahrds grew. There wee different accounts which disputed their numbers, but for the most part they were considered to be three nymphs turned goddesses that guarded and pruned the Golden Apple Trees. they were also Sunset Goddesses. Aegle, the goddss I chose for lane, is the Nymph who polishes the apples to perfection. her name means "Brilliant" or "Radiant"

»the writer

NAME:

BECKET

AGE:

FIFTEEN

GENDER:

MALE

RP EXPERIENCE:

LOTS!(just kidding. Michael, lauren, hillary, and Rory should do, but I also have Annie, Christie, Drake, Garrett, Becky and Tyler on OUAC as well as Danny on TTB

HOW YOU FOUND STS:

lots of hard work

RP SAMPLE:

Michael didn't know what to think. here was this amazing, towering, enigmatic creature standing right in front of him...and yet Michael didn't feel scared or even that frightened. in fact, he was spending more time thinking about how unimpressed he was with the apparition than on the appearance itself. he felt...deeply connected with the, the...the thing.

" Michael, I'm Pan: God of shepherds, the wilds, wild beasts and inventor of EVERYONE'S favorite activity." it said.

Michael merely looked at it... he didn't really know WHY he spoke next, but the words seemed to simply tumble out of his mouth.

"...I know."

The God smiled. " Well of course you do. You see, i've been living inside you ever since you were born, cosmically chained to your body for all eternity...well, until death do us part. Your death, specifically. But that's beside the point." He trailed off, merely smiling at Michael, appraising him with his eyes.

Michael didn't know what to do. The only thing that really made sense was to try and keep the conversation flowing, and even THAT seemed like it was putting a stretch on reality.

" So...what exactly IS your point?"

Pan stopped his analytic stares and snapped back to the moment. " Michael, my point IS that now I'm finally out and about! My power runs through your veins. If we were to cut you open, you would bleed sap." Seeing Michael's face display shock for the first time he added, " metaphorically, of course. But what i'm really saying is...now you've got two people to care for in that little body of yours. And already you're doing a sucky job of keeping even ONE of us happy."

Michael looked down at this point, trying t avoid what he assumed was a red-hot glare pointed directly at him. While he was looking down, another cold chill washed over him. When he looked up, Pan was gone.

"You see, I'm a God who likes his girls up front...y'know, sex is a pretty big thing for us gods, but I pride myself on being hornier than most and lately, well, you haven't been getting much action. In fact, if memory serves, you haven't gotten ANY action EVER. You and your stupid virginity are INCREDIBLY distressing to me."

When Michael wheeled around, he saw Pan lazily reclining in a soft bed of needles, still on a branch high above ground. he was lazily staring down at Michael, eying him with a mixture of disgust and bemusement.

" The real kicker here is you HAD a girl who you KNEW put out, and then you just let her get away, over a freaking TEXT. What the HELL is wrong with you? If i had chosen to get up and about a little earlier, i can tell you that i would have taken that little bitch's text as a SIGN that the girl was in the mood for sex and just taken her right then and there."

The breeze whistled again and Pan was once more vanished.

" Sadly, I was incapable and had to leave you and your...skewed priorities to handle the situation. I suppose no harm's done. I mean, the girl is still alive. In fact, she was read to KILL herself just to be with you. THERES something generally reserved for Zeus. "

Pan was this time sitting calmly on a weathered old stump just barely in sight of the path. Michael kept his eye trained on him just as the wind blew again, this time putting the God's face only inches away from Michael's. They were eye to eye, the god sitting on his haunches, squatting to talk with the boy right in his face.

" Let me tell you something RIGHT now though. If you do not go to that girl and fix this mess and lose your virginity to her, I will make your life so miserable that you will not be able to bear it. I don't really care, I'm just here for the ride, but I have my needs and one of them is sex. So let me make it INCREDIBLY clear, that if our ass isn't in that hospital tonight, BEGGING her for mercy, you will have a VERY angry god on your hands."

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