PITTMAN, douglas

[dougie lee pittman]

Character Name: Douglas Lee Pittman
Nickname(s): Dougie
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
Former School: Lincoln
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clique: Druggie
Weight: 142
Height: 5'10"
Appearence:

Dougie doesn't try to be different, he just is somehow. He's always changing his hair in color and length, mainly because he gets bored with it easily. It goes back and forth from blonde to brown to blonde with brown. Even though he loves people to see his ever-changing locks, he sometimes wears hats to cover it.

Going downward on his body, his chest is actually very strong despite what he may seem. He actually likes going shirtless because of all the eyes he gets on him. Even though he doesn't need or ask for it, Dougie likes attention. He has a tattoo on his right shoulder of a space scene, complete with himself in a rocket and a lizard alien. He's a good weight for his height and most of his body is muscle, but he doesn't look like a steroid-using UFC fighter.

Personality:

Dougie is the typical druggie slacker. He's not the guy the pretty girls' mothers warned them about because he's so much worse. He's more than just the "love 'em and leave 'em" kind of guy. The problem with Dougie is that he will love them and leave them over and over again until things get boring. He doesn't care about people because it's just easier to be a dick to them than get hurt. He doesn't like to be vulnerable, which is why he doesn't allow himself to be.

Dougie does have a soft spot though. Kids. He doesn't have any but whenever he's around them, he seems to change. He hates to think that their innocence will be taken away as they get older and he'd be devastated if he knew that his antics were the reason that the children would never be the same.

Even though Dougie likes to think everything about him secretive, there's a few things that he would never let out. Pointless things, such as he talks to his younger sister every day. Or the fact that he plays bass guitar. Another thing he'd never admit is that he'd never forget someone once they walked into his life, even if he acts like it.

All in all, you probably won't get to know Dougie. And if you do, you might regret it.

History:

Despite his attitude toward life, Dougie didn't have a horrible past. It was pretty basic, actually. He was born on November third into a lovely family which had only consisted of his parents until that point. He was a good baby; never really cried. He was his parents pride and joy until three years later when his mother gave birth to his sister.

Dougie was fine with sharing the spotlight. He loved his sister and always wanted to hold her. They loved to play together as they got older and never really fought. He started to do his own thing though once he hit middle school.

He had never really noticed girls before, but the girls definately took a liking to Dougie. And who was he to object? He was the boy that all the sixth graders dated in two-week intervals and things didn't change once he went into high school. Dougie made his rounds in Lincoln, with both the girls and boys. When the two schools combined, he just saw it as an opportunity to "broaden his horizons." Look out, Central. Here comes Dougie.

Sample Rp:

Beep....Beep....Beep. All Dougie could hear were obnoxious beeps. He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't. Everything felt numb. He couldn't move his arms, his legs, even his lips. Was this what death felt like? Wasn't he supposed to be able to see something? An angel or..anything, really. But no everything was black. And then he heard something else. Voices. They weren't close, but at least he could hear them. They were only mumbles and he heard something else. Wheels on a floor maybe? But they passed quick before they were gone. And a moan, that sounded like it was only feet away. Fuck. Was Dougie in...a hospital? He tried his hardest to open his eyes, move his arms, or anything. But nothing.

And then, "Ughhhh." It was his own voice, and he could feel it coming from his own throat. It was a deep groan that sounded painful, but he still couldn't feel anything. He did feel something though; he was thirsty. He wanted a drink but he couldn't even talk to tell someone. But now he could feel his fingers moving. He clenched his fists and they curled around a blanket. It was scratchy and didn't feel that thick. Slowly, he felt his eyes open but as soon as he could see he wanted to shut them again. There was a long light on the ceiling above him and it looked like it just had it's light bulbs changed. He looked down at himself and saw both arms, but from his waist down he was covered in blanket. Or..there was no waist down.

Dougie wiggled a little and found that he could, in fact, still move all his body parts. As soon as he was able to make his muscles work properly, he grabbed the red button that was next to his shoulder and pressed it probably about six times before a doctor came in. "You can stop pressing that, sir." He dropped the button and grumbled, pressing the button to raise his bed up so he could actually see. He didn't feel like he was in pain, but it looked like they had him hooked up to an I.V. filled was painkillers. The doctor hadn't even looked at him yet, he was just staring at the chart. "Can I get some water?" Dougie said loudly, making sure the doctor heard. "You may be nauseous from the medicine, so I'll have the nurse bring in some ice chips," he said, still without looking. "Well I'm not nauseous, and I want water," he said nastily. This doctor was pissing him off already.

"Is your name Douglas Pittman?" Dougie gave this guy a dumb look. His name tag said Dr. Reynolds. Dougie had seen a Dr. Reynolds in a movie once, but he was smarter than this guy. "No, I'm fucking Jesus. You have my wallet, don't you? You should know this." He heard the guy across the curtain moan again. "And when you get my water, can you up this guy's morphine or something?" The doctor didn't respond, but he was finally looking at Dougie now. "You were in a car accident, and you fractured two ribs, broke your left ankle, and broke your left collarbone. We were able to set them, but you'll probably be in pain for a while and have to have a cast, bandage, and a sling." Dougie looked down, only now noticing his arm was in a sling. He put his head back again and stared at the ceiling.

The doctor had left and all Dougie could do was stare at the clock across the room. It looked like it was just him and Mr. Moaney in the room. For now, anyway. It had been exactly seventeen minutes before the nurse had come in with his ice chips. She had long blonde hair that was in a ponytail and she had pink polka-dots all over her white scrubs. Dougie smiled flirtatiously and she smiled back. "Hey. You know, I'm kind of hurt, so it'd be nice if you could put those in my mouth." The nurse scooped out some ice from the cup and dropped them into his mouth. She placed the full cup on his table, just barely out of his reach. "I wasn't talking about the ice..." He smirked, but she seemed a bit offended. She hadn't said anything the whole time, but now she got a stern look on her face as she walked out. Dougie chuckled and laid his head down again, only to see the light.

Celeb:

Dougie Poynter

Picture:

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Out Of Character:

HEY SHANNON, RECOGNIZE THE SAMPLE POST!?!
Anyway..Hi.
I'm Nikkie. I've been at this on and off for a while. Like five years or something.
You can get me on aim at thissideupp7265 but sometimes my friend uses it...so IM with caution.

[( shannon )]

hmm, that looks awfully farmiliar!
okay, go make a thread for annie/dougie

(: yr accepted.