David Spencer Application

NAME: David Spencer

GENDER: male
AGE: 30
BIRTHDAY: December 18
ETHNICITY:White
CANON OR ORIGINAL CHARACTER canon

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight
STATUS: single and seeing Mary Margaret secretly
OCCUPATION: Farmer

LIVING SITUATION: A small but cosy house just outside main street.

PLAY BY: Josh Dallas
HAIR: short dirty blond hair
EYES: bright blue eyes
HEIGHT: 6' 1"
WEIGHT: 176lbs
USUAL ENSEMBLE: Most of the time I wear casual clothing. It won’t be getting any more major than jeans, a casual looking shirt or sweater. I do have a few dark leather jackets too for when I can’t decide what to wear. I guess that a female touch is the thing that’s missing in deciding what to wear.
OVERALL APPEARANCE:
I think I look like an average guy as I appear in Main Street. Most of the time I am wearing my casual clothing. There might be a flat hat involved sometimes. On rainy days that can come in handy to be wearing. I’m having quite muscular arms because of the simple fact that I use them a lot at work. I have no idea what I am supposed to tell you more. I’m just a normal guy…

LIKES: Emma, Mary Margaret, Granny’s lasagna, walks towards the toll bridge, nature
DISLIKES: my brother, my father, cruelty, hot spices
STRENGTHS: determined on getting where I put my mind on, the love that me and Mary Margaret share, not giving up that easily
WEAKNESSES: the love for Mary Margaret, being the youngest brother of a twin, being nothing more than a farmer.
WANTS: coming up for myself against my brother and father, being together with Mary Margaret without it needing to be a secret, learning Emma how to drive, having a family of my own.
FEARS: not able to get anything of my wants. Mary Margaret not wanting to see me again. Ending up homeless.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
The complete opposite of my brother. As my brother can be quite cruel, I am more used on being the kind part of the two of us. I’m loyal, understanding and a great listener. I will always be there for my friends when they need some help. I’m not good in standing up for myself, definitely not against my brother and father. I guess that is enough for you to know a bit more about me.

FAMILY:
relationship, age, occupation
Mary Margaret, 29, teacher/princess
Emma Spencer, 14, student
James Spencer, 30, lawyer/prince
Albert/George Spencer, 60, DA of Storybrooke/king

PETS:
I don’t have pets.
HISTORY:
Enchanted Forest: I lived on my own back in the Enchanted Forest. As a way of living I was a shepherd who tried to survive every upcoming taxes by selling the wool that my sheep provided. It wasn’t always easy to earn enough, but I’ve always managed. I wasn’t the only one who had to struggle, everyone who wasn’t a royal had to do the same. The realm had seen better days, at least that is what I remember from when I was a child. My mother who had raised me on her own, had taught me a lot of valuable lessons in life, which are paying off now, now that I have to do everything on my own. Although things seemed to be alright apart from the surviving, there was still something that seemed to be lacking in my life. A wife, a child, having my own family.
A lot of days and nights had past without having any company at the house nor the land. That until one night someone knocked on my door. My suspicion got raised, as these hard times were golden times for robbers. I made myself ready for what was standing outside my farm, but when I opened it, it was a rather big surprise.
I helped the girl up that had fallen down on her knees when I opened up. We had an instant connection which was not easy to maintain as she was a royal and I was just a simple shepherd. We managed to meet each other a few times more after then, and the connection only became harder to break. We were in love, and had spent one night showing each other our love. It resulted in the most beautiful thing there was. My lovely Mary Margaret became pregnant.
That was the signal to the both of us that we had to run away, live somewhere in the woods, on a place where James nor someone else could ever find us again. But those plans never had the chance to become reality. With only being able to hold my beloved Mary Margaret for a few seconds, not only she but also our child got ripped away from me by powerful smoke.

Storybrooke: Here in Storybrooke my life is rather normal, as I am providing this town with the vegetables I grow on a piece of land just outside the town. I am living at a small but cosy house just outside main street. My brother and father are running an important business here in town where I am no part of. Me and James can get along in some way, but most of the time he only comes to me when he wants to tell me all about his successful life. It happens rarely that the names of his wife and daughter escape his mouth, which makes me doubt if he truly loves them. I do know that it’s not the right thing to think, but every time that I see Mary Margaret I can tell by the look in her eyes that she is suffering in some way. She is such an amazing woman. Just like her daughter Emma. She has none resemblance of her father although she has no problems with standing up for herself. A quality which I can only be proud of. I’m being a proud uncle.
I can’t help to have a strong connection to the wife of my brother, something that I know I can’t be showing. But like I always tell Mary Margaret, I will always be there for her, and I will always find her when she needs me. Maybe this is just friendship or maybe… maybe it’s love?

YOUR NAME: Charmer, Lumos
AGE: 23
EXPERIENCE: 4-6 years? Something like that.
OTHER CHARACTERS: I will have my hands filled with this one.
RP SAMPLE The weather couldn’t have been more fitting with how Emma and probably a lot of other people were feeling today. Grey and drizzly. All night she had been thinking about it. How she hold the father of her child in her arms, in the middle of the forest, saying his goodbye’s to her, mentioning Tallahassee, the place they had never found together.
The look filled with regret when he looked up to her while tears rolled down her cheek. Knowing that there wasn’t going to be a turning back.
It wasn’t only those things that kept appearing in her thoughts at night and day, also the words she had spoken out to him when they were still in Neverland hit her from behind. I wish you had died….

No, no she didn’t wish for that, she took her words back. She didn’t wish for this to happen, she didn’t want to lose Henry’s father, her friend, her Tallahassee…
A tear rolled down her pale colored cheek when the reflection of herself in the mirror made her realize what was about to be happening in just one hour from now. A black colored skirt and sweater, the color of death, the color of mourning and respect. The funeral was coming up, if she wanted it or not. She couldn’t change what had happened. She couldn’t save Neal.
Gently Emma brushed away the tear that had made his way to the edge of her jaw, as she heard footsteps stopping behind her at the door frame.