

Harrison Bryce Wellington
Nickname:
"I don't really do nicknames, everyone usually just calls me Harrison."
True statement, and he likes it that way. His mother is the only one allowed to call him Harry. His friends, the few true friends he has, call him Bryce, but they stick to Harrison when they're sober. Noah calls him St. Clair, which was his last name before his mom married Noah's dad, and Harrison would never admit he likes being called that.
Age:
Recently turned nineteen
Gender:
Male

Bit of an awkward duck, this one. This Australian may come across as shy at first, he has manners and is very polite. Harrison is shorter than his older brother Noah by two inches being 6' exactly, but he weights about the same as he comes in at two hundred and twelve pounds. Much like his brother, all his weight is muscle, Harrison was blessed to have a naturally athletic build plus the fact he skateboards and plays soccer. Tall, muscular and toned, he has problem with revealing his body to the world. Heâs perfectly built, he has the body and he knows it. He's not too muscular which leaves him toned and firm, like women like a man, with broad shoulders and a small waist. Unlike Noah's business like attire, Harrison is usually in jeans and a tank top, just because that's what he's comfortable in. Though they are rather expensive comfy clothes. He does dress up when he needs too, and even his comfiest of clothes are pretty well thrown together. Usually he wears a leather jacket just to add to his silent, bad-boy persona, but trust me this bad boy has a thing for hygiene. He won't leave his apartment without a good spray of axe, Harrison never doesn't smell good. His skin is naturally a light brown, tanned from days in the sun.
He sleeps spread-eagled on his bed, limbs hanging off the sides like a drunken spider, simply because he can. When Harrison sleeps is the only time he really "opens" up. Heâs actually known for sleeping on the floor. Heâs long and well-built, with a certain kind of natural dexterity about him that doesnât precisely translate into grace as such, but he can make it work when he takes a second to think about things. He has very good hand-eye coordination and he can stay steady on the hardest of tasks, it's the simplest of ones that trip him up (No pun intended). His hands aren't exactly as callous as most boys his age due to his easy life style but they are a bit rougher thanks to his years of being a goalie. Along with his soccer position comes a few scars from cleat contact with his forearm and calves to scraping his knees. These scars are prominent only because of his natural tan which he always has, he simply just doesn't burn.
Though most people have to crane their necks a bit to talk to his face rather than his torso, itâs not a bad face, as they go. His nose is maybe a little crooked, perhaps broken a time or two too many, and his whiskery "beard" is maybe not shaved quite as often as it should be, but his features are well-enough assembled, his teeth are a sparkling white as one of his front teeth overlaps the other by just millimeters and his sharp canines sometimes seem to sparkle in the sunlight. He has a nice smile. Harrison's brown hair is about as wild as you'd think he would be, it's usually unkept and he simply runs a hand through it, when he does that in the sun you notice the reddish tint that is hidden under the curls. His chestnut brown eyes have a hint of mischief about them, just a glimmer as some say the eyes are the windows to the soul, this rings true with Harrison. He's primarily looking inward, paying close attention to his own thoughts and emotions. Keeping them in line and under the radar. He's a control freak when it comes to his emotions. He rarely scowls, though has been observed with the occasional contemplative frown. Looking pass his frown though you'd find a rather soothing voice, a deep voice, not too deep, but just enough to where it sounds mature. Though his hair isn't very well kept, Harrison himself is.

Bossy: Very much so, he gets it from his mother.
Opinionated: Always.
Afraid//Paranoid: "The only thing we should fear is fear itself, pretty sure one of those American presidents said that."
Ruthless/Relentless: If he needs to be.
Demanding: Usually, it comes with the whole rich thing.
Broken: He likes to think not.
Affectionate: Rarely.
Risk-Taking: Normally.
Fearless: Proudly thinks so.
Tough: He tries to be.
Self-Controlled: Always
Independent: Less so than he'd like to be.
Honest: More times than none.
Loyal and Faithful: He's working on it.
Serious: Always, comes with the "bad-boy" attitude.
Romantic: Rarely.
Flirty: He tries to be, but Noah has him beat in this category.
Sympathetic: Rarely.
Sarcastic: Harrison Wellington wouldn't know sarcastic if it was wearing a name-tag.
Optimistic: Sometimes.
Determined: If it's something that would benefit him, then yes.
Logical: Very much so.
Hyperactive: On rare occasions.
Sweet/Kind/Caring: That's a negative.
Protective: Of the things he loves.
Nurturing: Never, or at least he doesn't think so.
Humorous/Funny: Slightly, he's got a more dry sense of humor.
Seductive/Manipulative: If he wants something, yes.
Violent/Cruel: Never.
Ill Tempered: Rarely, but it happens.
Social: A bit of an awkward duck.
Emotions: Well hidden.

+His mother+
+Noah+
+New York City+
+Blonde Girls, especially ones that he can corrupt+
+The color green+
+Puzzles, though he'd never admit that out loud+
+Nighttime+
+Coffee+
+Dogs+
+Laughter+
+Quiet spots+
+Money+
+Fast Cars+
+Liquor+
+His "smokes"+
+Soccer+
+The Ocean+
Dislikes:
-Labor-
-Smelly smells-
-Places in the middle of nowhere-
-Towns that are dead after eleven, "In other words: Aldridge."-
-Not understanding something-
-Being underestimated-
-Disruptions-
-Mayhem-
-Lairs, which cause trouble which is something he doesn't like being in.-
-Ceiling Fans-
-Potatoes-
-Crying, of any kind from himself or others-
-Clingy girls-
-Comparing him to his "father"-
-Sunburns-
-Invading his personal space-



|Loosing his Mother| - Harrison is the definition of a "Momma's boy."
|Noah hating him| - They were both really young when Harrison's mother married Noah's father, so the two boys became really close. Noah is Harrison's legit brother in his mind. Harry is just scared that one day Noah will bring up the whole "step-brother" thing and say he doesn't want him in his life anymore.
|Disappointing his father| - Harrison is going to receive half of the company once his dad retires, he just hopes he runs it well enough to make his father proud.
|Missing out with love| - He's dated before, but they usually end up with him ending it. He just hopes he hasn't ended the one relationship he wants to last, or that he's at least on the right track to finding the right girl.
|Dying| - Everyone has this fear, it's not the act of dying that scares Harrison it's what happens afterwards.
Quirks:
|Running his hand over his chin while he's thinking, or anytime really. He messes with his facial hair when he's bored|
|Heâll often pull his lower lip in between his teeth when heâs thinking, and perhaps sketch things in the air with his fingers|
|He sleep-eats during the night, he usually doesn't remember it, but it only happens when he goes to bed hungry|
|He does talk in his sleep though|
|When he gets dressed, the first thing he puts on are socks. He can literally be walking around the house butt-naked, but he'll have socks on|
|Sometimes you catch him smiling at nothing|
|Normally he wears a necklace so he'll mess with that|
|He flexes without knowing|
|When he relaxes and his eyes are closed he sometimes snores softly, even if he's not asleep|
|Wearing a hat, he usually takes it off, runs a hand through his hair, then puts it back on. He could do this multiple times within an hour|
|Harrison has a bad habit of when he's stressed he smokes, but he's been trying to break that so he usually kicks around a ball|

I wasn't born this way
I've been living a lie they say
So when it brought me to my knees
Well, I had everything so tell me would you please
How could I possibly have needed so much more?
The thing I was craving then
Was some kind of laboring
So I might find a friend
In all the aching in my muscles as they hurt
Oh won't you put my hands to work
To ease my mind
And you realize in a moments grace
You've been unraveling the fabric of your coat
And you pick a line down the wall and trace
Until the end
And when you walk back sorry
With a folding body
Like you should
No I am not
Gonna die this way.
Maybe it was the mold you see
That was knocking the wall in me
And I forgot just what it was
That I had needed for all the time I'd been given
Maybe I'd forgot what living was now for
And you realize in a moments grace
You might just already be on to something good
And you pick a line down a cord and trace
Because you can
And when it comes back heavy
You'll be more than ready
Like you should
Cause I am not
Gonna die this way
Through a crack in the road it sprung
The seedling warm and young
Stretching out for the sun
It's August and I'm grinnin'
For this time I might be winnin'
As the moving lights that time of year lay still
And as my body changes a pace I seem to know again
That I am not gonna die this way
And I'll hold my misses
In a bed of kisses
Like I should
Cause I am not
Gonna die this way
