Post by ian phaneuf on Jul 17, 2009 19:08:47 GMT
IAN PHANEUF !
BASiCS !
full name; Ian Gerald Phaneuf
nicknames; Ian, Phaneuf
gender; Male
age; Twenty-One
birthday; November 1st
birthplace; calgary, alberta, canada
sexuality; heterosexual
grade; Senior
sport;mens ice hockey
APPERANCE !
i've been told i look a bit like; Jared Padalecki
let me explain;(Not going to go into poetic detail about appearance)
Not being one to care about how he looks, he dresses in the way he wants. He styles his hair int he way he wants. He does whatever he wants to himself, the way he wants. He has 2 tattoo's, and multiple large scars. Tattoo Number 1: The Number 3 on his right Shoulder blade. Tattoo Number 2: Phillipians 3:16 on right forearm, "However, we should live up to what we have achieved so far." The largest of his scars being one sustained while performing a body check 2 years ago and putting his opponent through the glass in the rink, a large 5 inch shard of glass going straight into his thigh. One of the second largest scars would be on his right forearm, where he broke the bone, causing it to thrust from the skin. Also has scar on left knee where he had replacement surgery due to the fact he shattered the knee cap completely during a game 4 years ago.
He has dark brown hair, that is always kept short. He is always cleanly shaven, unless sick then he will ignore shaving for a few days or weeks. Depending on his mood is how he dresses. If he is in a bad mood, jeans, hoodie, tennis shoes, and a ball cap. Good mood, oxford style shirt, jeans, tennis shoes. Depressed mood, you probably wont see him either way.
He stands at 6'1 and has green eyes. He weighs nearly 220 lbs(Not quite sure), and is basically all muscle. He is at the peak of his build, being nearly 1% body fat, and the rest muscle. He never, ever wears flip flops. He also doesn't care how he looks. He would walk into a store half naked if he wanted to and he wouldn't care what anyone would think or say about him.
CHARACTERiSTiCS !
loves;
staying out/up late, driving fast, intelligence, confidence, metal(or anything related to rock), dr.pepper, horror films/books, american muscle cars, video games, junk food, playing the drums
hates;cockiness, drugs, alcohol, cussing, being uncomfortable, soccer, losing, rap, constant texters, rookies
strengths; running, fighting, physical strength, history, physical sports, playing drums
weaknesses;left knee(physical weakness), guys bigger than he, math, patience, short term memory
fears;drowning, bladed(cut my skate blade), not being able to play hockey
goals;be in the NHL, graduate from college, make a difference in someones life
interesting facts;very good at history, already recruited for Winter Olympics for Canadian hockey team, he is also an exceptional drummer
secrets;Was a father for a week but the mother lost the baby, got addicted to pain killers during his recovery from the knee injury
quirks;tends to think aloud(speaks to himself when in deep thought),
personality;
Being a big brother he is very protective of the opposite sex. He has never let anyone push a girl around, or even take advantage of them. He will defend anyone he does not know, only if he knows their intentions are good. He does speak his mind when he knows it is a serious matter.
He does not like drama, being one of the many reasons he has been hurt in the past. He never likes to cause drama, or put up with it also.
He is a polite young man. He knows his manners, and is a complete gentlemen. Before his father became a hockey coach he was a United States Marine, Drill Sergeant. He raised Ian to be the best of the best, so he was also raised like a Marine.
He never likes to put off school. It seems to come first over anything. Hockey is always second to him, but to his father it was first over school.
He never gives up a good opportunity, and is also very very funny if you know him well enough and are close to him. He likes to make friends, but it takes a lot to gain all of his trust. So if he trusts you right off the bat, you should feel lucky because he never really trusts anyone that easily.
He is also an exceptional drummer, with very good drumming skills, he gets a little crazy while playing drums, before and after also.
BiOGRAPHY !
mother; Mariah Jade Phaneuf; 48; Registered Nurse
father; David Malcolm Phaneuf; 49; High School Hockey Coach
siblings; Megan Rose Phaneuf; 17; Student-Works at Grocery Store
pets; Nero; Alaskan Malamute; Dog; 3 years old
other family
N/A
significant figures; N/A
history;
Born November 1st, to Mariah and David Phaneuf. He was named Ian, after his fathers grand-dad, who was a famous Canadian Hockey player back during the 50's and 60's.
David never really got a chance to play hockey after High School, due to him being in the military and starting a family, so he wanted to let his son live that dream for him. Ian got his first hockey stick at age 4. He got his first set of skates at 4 also and all the equipment at age 5. His first pee-wee league he started one month before his birthday as a Center. It was really not that great of a league, just kids skating back and forth trying to harness their skills in hockey. Ian seemed like the only one who could skate backwards and perform stick handling. He was also the only one who scored goals in his team.
At age 10, Ian was playing on an intermediate level, when he should have been playing on a youth level. He was at the time a Center still, and could score like it was easier than breathing. His father was also his coach during those years. He was very mean to his son, treating him like he was one of his recruits back int he Corps. But he also played favorites on the team, which would lead to be a big problem later on in life.
Age 15, was sort of hard. Just getting into high school he was already on Varsity. He tried out, and did poorly compared to some of the guys on the team, but he came to learn later on that his father rigged his try out so he would be on Varsity, and also applied to be an Assistant Coach for the high school hockey team. Ian was started on the 4th line-up as a Left-Defense-Men. He had never played Defense before, but being a built young man, the coaches saw him as their terminator on the ice. Whoever the coaches saw as a threat, he would take him out with a lowered shoulder, or even a full on body check.
He also got his first drum set at the age of 15, and perfected playing it in nearly 3 weeks.
Age 17, Ian was a Junior, and still on Varsity. He was a mean son of a gun, and built. Nearly 200 lbs of pure muscle. His father was the head coach of the Varsity team, and they where on the road to the Canadian National Hockey Championship, and onto the North American Hockey Championship. After their big CNHC win, the team decided to have a big party. Ian not being one for drinking, like the other members of the team was assigned the position of DD, or Designated Driver. The night was filled with a lot of drinking, while Ian sat back and enjoyed about an entire case of Dr.Pepper. After the Party, Ian was to drive everyone home, at the same time everyone else was headed home. Nearly 3 miles from the location of the party, Ian's car was blindsided from the passengers side by a Drunk Driver going about 80 in a 40 zone. Ian was Hospitalized for one week. The passengers int he back seat died on impact due to them not wearing seatbelts and the passengers side front seat died on the way to the hospital.
Exactly 1 year later prior to the accident, Ian was leading their Senior Varsity team to a Victory at the NAHC(North American Hockey Championship), wearing a Captain's C on his jersey, and also having the numbers of his fallen team mates patched onto his jersey on his right arm.
After high school, Ian attended University of Michigan, on a Hockey Scholarship. His dad, attempted to follow in suit. His dad landed a job as a Trainer for the team.
Ian was sick of his father following him around, so decided that enough was enough, and applied to any and all of the sporting schools, and hockey schools he could find, hoping he would be accepted into one far, far, far from his father, and North America. He also made sure to bring his favorite drum set with him, just in case he might want to play it for fun.
ROLEPLAYER !
alias; Ian
other characters;N/A
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roleplay sample;
Keep your head up son, or someone will knock it off! The words yelled into his ear as a child as he skated during practice. Having your father as your pee-wee, intermediate, high school, and college hockey coach was not easy. Always yelling at you, taking what belonged on the ice back home with him. It was hard, having your father make you get up every morning make you drink protein shakes, run 5 miles, then go to class, then see him during your athletics period, including 3 more hours after school.
The puck drop was all that mattered now as the zebra(ref) stood between the two centers. Ian could feel his muscles tense, ready for anything. The vulcanized rubber fell to the ice and the center for Ian's teen quickly shoved it with his stick back towards Ian. Accepting it he would work it a bit moving backwards on his skates. Thanks to his new visor, the rink's lights never bothered him anymore. He cradled the puck with his stick before quickly saucering(type of pass) it over to the left wing who was hitting his stick to the ice, meaning he was open.
The charge. The 5 young-men left their goalie behind in the net as they charged the opposing net. "Hold it, Hold it." The center for Ian's team yelled as he skated towards the opposing blue line. Ian, followed up with his partnering defense-men. The left wing passed the opposing blue line and quickly passed back to Ian as he passed the blue line himself. He kept it, holding it. Cradling it. The opposing teams Defender charged at him quickly attempting to get the puck, but failed as Ian dekked left, and pushed off on the ice. He saw an opening.
He knew he had to pass it, but this opportunity was something he could not pass up. The offensive players where playing tight on the other players, so the goal was wide open, only the goalie in his way. The two defense-thought for sure he was to pass, but where wrong when he charged the goal. He glided over the ice.
His stomach knotted up as he felt himself near the goal. His eyes on the goalie. All of those years of hand eye coordination practice paying off as he quickly dekked the puck to his left, then to the right and the goalie quickly moved. He would fake left, then quickly right. He reared the stick back and placed his hand near the end, and as quickly as he reared back he pushed with his hand at the end. The stick flexing as he performed the slap shot. It was louder than anything it seemed as everything else was drowned out. The puck picked up off the ice, and soared.
The timer not even a factor as it ticked past 10.3 seconds in the 3rd period. The score, 3-3. Tied up. The game defining goal.
The puck seemed to just, fly, and his eyes moved from the goal to his left as he was blindsided by a defender. It hurt, his left knee aching in pain now as he fell to the ice. His ears felt like they where plugged. He heard muffled sounds as he fell to the ice, but the only thing he could hear was a loud roar. As he pushed up to his hands and knees, he looked up only to see the opposing goalie slamming his stick onto the ice. The clock was at 8.9 seconds, and his team mates where jumping up and down on their skates. Helmets left their heads, and gloves fell to the ground.
A small smile came to his lips as he saw the puck laying inside the goal, on the ice. Reaching up and grabbing his helmet by the visor he would remove his helmet after removing the gloves. Pushing himself up to his skates now he would look around and smile.
This wasn't real it seemed. As he looked around he saw the entire bench rush. Feeling himself engulfed in bodies as nearly 20 men piled on top of him.
