Harrison Daniel Noah Westfall-Moore
Nicknames Daniel. Please.
Age Nineteen
Role Daniel, the liar.
Likes The guitar, Ellie, hot tea, turtles, sleeping in, Friday nights, Sunday afternoon naps, driving, running, the smell of new shoes, the smell of new guitars, headphones, my small guitar collection, just sitting down and thinking.
Dislikes People who judge others before knowing the story, waking up early, ties, coffee, white chocolate, small dogs; they annoy me, having chapped lips, when the callouses on my fingers break open, girls wearing too much makeup.
Fears I. Hate. Clowns. Seriously, I'm scared of them. Not sure why; but I am. Every since I was a kid, been scared of clowns. I'm also afraid of needles, bats and raccoons. Not sure why I'm afraid of raccoons, though.
Quirks I can't sit still. I'm constantly fidgeting, moving, doing something; even though I'm always tired. When I get nervous, I bite on the callouses on the fingers on my left hand. I don't know why, but I do. I mean, I don't have fingernails to bite, really, so I guess that's a good substitute. I always look up and to the left when trying to remember something, and down and to the right when I'm acting like I'm trying to remember so I have time to come up with a good lie. I always keep snacks on me, mostly sweets, but sometimes I have chips or pretzels or something. I play with my ear lobes when I start getting bored, and I brush my nose with my knuckles when I'm trying not to laugh. I sneeze almost every time I'm subjected to sudden, bright, changes of light, and I never match my shoes.
Appearance Well, where to start? I have naturally light skin, but it does darken quite a bit as summer starts rolling around. My skin's also littered with freckles and moles just about everywhere but my face. My eyes are brown. Nothing special, just brown. My hair's black, too. Black and, for a guy, long. It's naturally straight, so I never have to do much to it, the only real problem is that it gets frizzy if subjected to anything. If I wanna avoid that, I gotta straighten it. Thank God I'm not a girl, or I would probably be straightening my hair constantly. I'm not particularly tall at 5'9, but I guess I'm not "short" either. I'm a little on the skinny side, a bit of a wimp, I guess. I like to wear simple clothes, really. Jeans, tee-shirts, Chucks. You know, nothing that really makes me stand out, but I like to think I make it work.
Personality Me? Hm, well, I guess I'm a nice enough guy- or I try to be. You know, being sweet and considerate can get a guy places. Free coffee, help with homework, into girl's pants...Wait- I didn't say that. But, you know, I guess I'm just that gay; the one all the girls like and cling to (also get friend zoned to the max) and guys look at and call a pussy. I don't play sports (kinda barbaric, if you ask me) but I'm always writing music. Girls like it when you write songs for them, about them, anything like that. But...I guess I'm not all good- nobody really is. See, I can be a little on the conniving side. I'm that guy that's always coming up with plans in order to do things. Wanna make out with a cheerleader; I got a plan. Skip class? Three step process. Cheat on a test, steal a taco, win a girl's heart? I can probably come up with something, and chances are, it'll work. I also have this horrible tendency to lie to people. It's not compulsive or anything, but I'm a good liar (unless you know my fucking tell), the only problem is I can't come up with things on the spot. I gotta think about it when I'm gonna lie...So if I don't have a story planned for something, it's gonna be, "I don't know." Or something similar. And, okay, I'm not the bravest guy around. I'm very interested in keeping my face intact, and plan on doing just that.
Your side of the story: Well, I guess it all started when I was a kid and met Kelsie. She was pretty much tormented by my cousin, so I tried to be there for her, comfort her, all that jazz. You know? But, well, other than that my life was simple; parent's are still together, I'm an only child, get pretty much everything I want. I play guitar, mess around with drugs here and there, but, you know, my life's normal. I've always been under the radar. Nothing so good- or bad- about me that people would really notice.
Until recently, that is.
Okay, so, see, thing is: Kelsie's my best friend. She had a lot of people she was mad at, and, well, my brain cooked up this plan. She could get back at them, and I could...Well...Get myself in with Rox. I know, it sounds terrible, but the whole thing really was my idea, but it's not like Kelsie needed a lot of convincing, though. The way the plan worked, Rox would be broken, Sam would be shamed, and Rox would need someone. And me, being the sweet and thoughtful guy I am, would be there for her. I would be there to comfort her and be a total sweetheart like I am. And, well, honestly, everything's going pretty close to how I planned it.
But why'd I do it, you ask? Simple. Ellie. I've liked her for a while now, and I don't even know what it is about her, really. Maybe it's the way she'd always smile at me when I'd come over, or how cute she was, or just the fact that she was a sweet girl, or maybe even the simple fact that she tries to find good in everyone; but I've liked her for...Well, forever. I just wanted to get her attention, you know? I thought that- maybe- by being there for Rox and all, I'd get up there higher in social standing, and Ellie would notice me. She's never really noticed me...But the plan's not working out so well. I don't know where it went wrong, but nothing's right. Everything's all messed up and I hate that it's not working out, but I guess there's not too much I can do about it, now.
[u]Sam: Well, he was one of my best friends. And none of this was anything person towards him- I swear. I just kinda wish he didn't hate me so much so I could try and patch things up between us, but I don't see that happening.
[b][u]Roxy: She's a nice girl, she really is...And, I mean, the fact that she likes me so much feels good...But I just don't return the sentiment. I feel kinda bad for using her like I am, but, I mean, I gotta do what I gotta do, right?
Kelsie: She's my best friend. It's as simple as that. She puts up with all my shit and I love that about the girl.
Edward: I hate him for what he did to Ellie. I haven't talked to him in forever, but I honestly don't think any amount of silence between the two of us will be enough.
Ellie: I don't know what it is about the girl, but she makes my heart soar. I don't know if saying I "like" her is accurate enough to describe my feelings, but I guess I'll just leave it at that, for now.
[b]Other Well, I mean, I do drugs. Nothing too hardcore, but, it's there, you know?
