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Clark Ford

"You are not responsible for other's happiness. You are responsible for your happiness." -Isaiah Henkel

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a character in “The Middle”, originally authored by British, as played by RolePlayGateway

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{ Name }
Clark Joseph Ford

{ Nickname }
Ford - it's all he really goes by in The Middle

{ Age }
21

{ Gender }
Male

{ Sexuality }
Heterosexual

{ Hometown }
Christian Park, GA

{ Role }
The Comedian





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{ History }
Clark was born into an average, but loving, family. His mother, Kim, was a grade school teacher and his father, Ken, owned a restaurant in town. There were three other children in the family: Savannah (six years older than him), Taylor (four years older than him) and Caroline (two years older than him). He was the youngest of the bunch, and the most anxiously awaited by his father, who loved his three daughters but desperately wanted a son. Well, he got that with Clark, and he definitely embraced it. He put Clark into as many sports as possible and spent nearly all of his free time in the yard tossing around a football with his son, or teaching him how to throw curve balls.

Clark appreciated his time with his father but even as a kid, he realized that there was a lot of pressure on him to be the perfect son. He was the only boy that his father would ever had and if he screwed up, there were no backup kids. So, he put all of his time and energy into his father's dreams. His time was nearly all spent either doing homework and studying or playing football, which was the sport he was pushed into focusing on come grade school. His father insisted that he needed to be the best player on the field and the best student in the classroom if he wanted to score a scholarship to Ohio State University, the school he attended years prior.

It's hard to imagine, but for most of his life, Clark was serious, uptight and had very few friends who he socialized with. Once high school started, he was friends with the guys on the football team but that really remained on the field. He had one close friend, Cal, who had lived next door to him since birth, who he did hang out with. He was probably the only peer that Clark would consider a real friend and similarly, the only person who saw the fun and humorous side of him that he would later end up fully embracing in the afterlife.

In his father's eyes, at least, all of Clark's hard work paid off, because he was granted a full scholarship to OSU to play for their football team. He would admit that the school was fun and over the years, he had grown to enjoy football, but he was really just going with the motions. He was glad that his father was giving him his approval and was proud of him, but there was always part of him that wanted to escape his life and all of the responsibilities associated with living.

{ Last Moments }
Clark and his sister Caroline were the only children of the family who came home on school vacations anymore. The other two had graduated from college and were living in other cities where they now worked, and this would probably be the last summer break he would spend with even Caroline. He was excited to come home and spend time with her their parents, and his few childhood friends, even if it would mean talking about football and school whenever his father was around. The first week was great and the rest of the summer looked promising, until July 4th weekend. There was a big party going on in a town about a half an hour away, and Clark had planned on going with Caroline, Cal and Cal's sister, who happened to be Caroline's best friend. Last minute, though, he backed out due to a migraine, and the trio left without him.

Caroline was supposed to be the designated driver but didn't adhere to that and ended up driving home. Her BAC level was over three times the legal limit when she she hit a minivan head-on. Cal and his sister, as well as a woman and three-year-old boy in the opposing car, died on impact. The husband in the other car died two weeks later due to his injuries and their four-year-old daughter survived but would be permanently paralyzed. Surprisingly, Caroline walked away from the crash with only a few cuts and bruises, but she was arrested for DUI and would later be charged with vehicular manslaughter. It obviously ruined his parents and all of the stress put on the family just caused him to snap. He couldn't imagine living without his best friend and the idea of his sister being behind bars for years was no better than her being dead, too. His father had turned to alcohol and his mother was heartbroken. He knew that suicide would hurt them even more but he didn't care. He needed to be selfish for once, and using one of his father's guns, he finally freed himself.




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{ Positive traits }
Entertaining, relaxed, helpful, positive

{ Negative traits }
Sometimes immature, self-critical, impulsive, detached

{ Personality }
Ford's personality on Earth was very different than it is now. He used to be very serious and collected. His focus was nearly fully committed to school work and football, and even though he wasn't as passionate about either of the topics as he acted, he felt trapped. He had grown up under the pressure of impressing his father and was never able to escape that. He was a hard worker,





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☼His mother's homemade cookies
☼Fishing
☼Hunting
☼Nature
☼Making people laugh
☼Whiskey
☼Harry Potter
☼Grilled cheese sandwiches
☼Sleeping late
☁Rural areas
☁Beer
☁Pressure
☁Responsibilities of any kind
☁Vampire movies
☁Storms
☁Mosquitoes
☁Seafood




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{ Figure }
Clark stands at 6' flat. Although he is fairly thin, his years of football training have given him a decent amount of upper body strength.

{ Hair Color }
Dirty blonde

{ Eye Color }
Light blue

{ Other }
He has a six inch scar on his elbow from surgery he had after a football injury in his early teens.

So begins...

Clark Ford's Story

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Character Portrait: Samantha Felton Character Portrait: Charlie Brighton Character Portrait: Oliver Pimentel Character Portrait: Emery Baldwin Character Portrait: Rocco Hughes Character Portrait: Cassidy West Character Portrait: Chris Larkin Character Portrait: Macie O'Connell Character Portrait: Clark Ford Character Portrait: Ronnie Brewer Character Portrait: Elizabeth Frey Character Portrait: Donald Alec Banks
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Samantha was surprised when the boy reacted so surprised and angry when she referenced him killing himself and then when Emery said it again. Her conceited nature couldn't grasp why he wasn't giving her his attention and was lashing out on something that was so meaningless now. Although it was wrong to rate everyone's situations, when it came down to it, Sam probably had the least amount of justifiable reasons to have killed herself. She was eighteen years old and hadn't even finished high school yet. She had an entire life ahead of her but a silly breakup combined with drugs, alcohol and her need to make a scene resulted in the thoughtless move. She was just as emotional when she arrived in The Middle but she had gotten over it fairly quickly. Ford helped with that, a lot, and Sam felt like she would give an even better first-night welcome to this boy than he did to her.

However, she did not appreciate the attitude, especially when he basically called her and the others lunatics. Had he not bunched her into that group, she probably would have agreed that most of them were lunatics, but he didn't know any of them enough to decide that himself. Even though she wasn't keen on his harsh statement, Sam was still going to go for him. She had a tendency to go after the jerk type of guys on Earth and it wasn't going to stop her now, especially when there were no better options. "Oh my God, calm down. Those two are like the only lunatics here," she said to Charlie, nodding her head in Cassidy and Oliver's direction. She spoke quietly but didn't necessarily make an effort to speak quietly enough where she was sure the two wouldn't hear her. She and Cassidy had never gotten along and she didn't like Oliver much more, so she didn't mind giving Charlie a bad first impression of them. When Effy walked over and took a seat on a rock near her, she couldn't help but to comment to Charlie about her as well. "And her. She's crazy too, but everyone else is normal." For the most part, Sam got along with Effy, but she wanted to make sure that Charlie wasn't going to take interest in her or Cassidy.

The boy holding one of the girls' trunks made a comment to Charlie but between his English accent and the vocabulary he was using, it might as well have been a foreign language to Sam. She definitely thought that the accent was attractive but wished that he was a few years younger looking. She had went for older men before, but this guy appeared to be ten years her senior and that was probably pushing it. He seemed to be nice enough though, and definitely less volatile than Charlie. As she scanned the rest of the surroundings, she considered approaching Effy and striking up conversation to determine whether she was going to be in a good mood or not, when she caught Cassidy and Oliver looking in her direction. What could have just been a curious glance was instantly taken as a judgmental glare by Sam. "Oliver, you should be a gentleman and do..." she paused, searching for something to complain about, before giving up and finishing the sentence with, "something instead of just standing there uselessly." Donald was helping people with towels and the new boy was helping the girl with her trunk. Besides emotional comfort, there didn't seem to be anything else to do besides show them their huts, and that seemed like it fell under Emery's role. Still, she wasn't going to let them stand there and judge her. Besides, there was never too much drama in Sam's world.

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Character Portrait: Samantha Felton Character Portrait: Charlie Brighton Character Portrait: Oliver Pimentel Character Portrait: Emery Baldwin Character Portrait: Rocco Hughes Character Portrait: Cassidy West Character Portrait: Chris Larkin Character Portrait: Macie O'Connell Character Portrait: Clark Ford Character Portrait: Ronnie Brewer Character Portrait: Elizabeth Frey Character Portrait: Donald Alec Banks
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To say Macie was confused was a giant understatement. First she had pieced together that she died, then a man with an authoritative air began to talk about how they had all killed themselves.

Macie blinked then shook her head.

'T-That's impossible...I wouldn't do that...at least not now.' It was true when Finny had left her she seriously considered taking that final plunge, but she would end up killing her child upon doing so.

Slightly more vigorous she shook her head again. 'I...I did die. I remember that. I was taking my daughter to her daycare and a...a driver was going the wrong way...' Her voice was starting to get shaky and tears pooled at the edge of her eyes.

'They were obviously d-drunk. Who else would d-drive head on in...into traffic like that?' A few gasping breathes were heard before she continued. 'I-I knew I couldn't move so...so I wanted the last thing I see t-to be my daughter!' By now Macie was full on crying into her hands.

'B-but she's alive...right? Cause she's not here with us?' Macie shook her head and took a calming breath. It didn't help much but she did look slightly better although her crying didn't stop. 'No....she's alive. I can't tell...'

Shivering she turned to the man who had appeared after her. 'You shouldn't be so rude to people who killed themselves. You don't know what they had going on. I....I'm sure everyone will understand if we all just...Calm down and let the people who have been here longer speak...'

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One of the few things that hadn't changed about Ford after dying was his ability to sleep far later than the others. He could go to sleep at the same time as them but manage to stay in bed for hours longer the next day. Although he was probably the last to rise today, it was still pretty early for him. A storm had shaken up the serenity of the island the night before, and his curiosity for the expected new person was enough to get him out of bed before he really felt like it.

There wasn't much to his morning routine. He preferred to shower at night, so he only had to change out of his boxers and into a pair of navy swim trunks to be ready for the day. A handful of cold water splashed on his face woke him up a bit, but he was still half-asleep when he left his hut. The beach was empty, but Ford could hear murmured voices in the distance, so he knew that the others were awake and probably by the waterfall. He had all intentions of going to introduce himself to the new arrival when he noticed that the storm had brought in six huts instead of one. That's something you don't see everyday, he thought, clearly confused at the sheer number of them. There were only eight of them here to begin with so adding six new people onto the island would nearly double the bunch. Ford didn't consider that any of them would be problematic, but what worried him more was that one of his friends would make a problem. He knew how Effy could be on her bad days and well, how Cassidy and Sam could be most days, and it wasn't pretty. Oliver wasn't the most inviting person, although he doubted that the scrawny kid would make an enemy out of anyone, and even Emery, who was Ford's best friend, could be a jerk sometimes. It never seemed to be intentional but when things got heated, it was sometimes his way or no way. He had arrived on the island first and no one seemed to have a problem with allowing him to take the leader position, but sometimes Clark wondered how long that would last. He tried to brush the thought of as having read Lord of the Flies too many times, but if six new people were going to be calling The Middle home, he guessed that at least one of them would have a strong voice as well.

The different voices in the distance made it obvious that most of the group was already taking care of the new ones, so Clark decided not to go over yet. He assumed that the new people would be overwhelmed and guessed that Emery would be too, with five more people to deal with than they expected the night before. Plus, they would need to come back to the huts to dry off at some point. He considered making himself comfortable in the warm sand by the ocean and getting a few minutes of sleep under the sun but his stomach decided otherwise. Ford was always hungry and even for breakfast, fruit rarely filled him up. He hated seafood on Earth but had grown to like in here, especially when he was catching it for himself. Besides fruit, fish was a common food source on the island and then there was also the option of hunting for animal meat. Clark enjoyed this even more than fishing. His father had taught him how to hunt when he was just a kid and even though he didn't have a gun on the island to make things easy, there were other ways to catch a boar. He and Emery would set up traps in the thickest parts of the jungle and by the next morning there was usually at least one animal waiting. The Swiss Army knife that his father had given him for his tenth birthday was one of the items that had come in his trunk, and between that and other tools they had created on the island, it wasn't difficult to cook and prepare it. However, he didn't feel like there was enough time for either of those, and he doubted that anyone else would be able to stomach meat this early in the morning.

Reluctantly, he grabbed a banana from a nearby tree and perched himself on the edge of the railing of the small porch in front of his hut. He would wait a few minutes to see if the others returned from the swimming hole and if not, he would go check it out himself.

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Character Portrait: Cassidy West Character Portrait: Chris Larkin Character Portrait: Annalise Lambert Character Portrait: Macie O'Connell Character Portrait: Clark Ford Character Portrait: Donald Alec Banks
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Anna rolled her eyes playfully at Donald's introduction of her. "Don't be silly, Donnie! You're much more attractive then me," Anna joked as she stood on her tiptoes and reached up to pinch both of her friend's cheeks like her grandmother used to do to her whenever she'd come over and exclaim 'My, you've grown so much!'. Thinking of her family caused a flash of pain if her heart, but it was soon replaced with joy as she turned back to the woman who'd been crying.

"Macie's a very pretty name! And don't worry, I'm sure you'll get used to the island in no time! It's really not such a bad place," Anna smiled brightly and gave the woman an encouraging hug before she watched Macie make her way over to Cassidy. Anna smiled warily after her, she wasn't exactly sure how a conversation between the two would go, but she was positive that Cass wouldn't say anything to rude. After all, they'd only just meet and Macie seemed really sweet.

"Hey there cutie," Anna turned back around and smiled cheerfully at the girl now introducing herself. Her grin only got bigger as Christina asked Anna to show her to her hut, and Anna nodded happily. "Of course! How could I live with myself if I allowed someone to catch a cold?" Anna asked as she scrunched up her nose and shook her head as if the idea was simply ludicrous. Of course the thought that Anna wasn't exactly alive anymore anyways never even crossed her mind.

Anna linked her arm with Chris's and began to lead the woman toward the beach, not caring that her arm was instantly wet. "My name's Annalise, by the way. But you can call me Anna." Anna could tell that the two were about the same age, and she wondered silently what could have caused Chris to kill herself. The woman seemed plenty cheerful, and Anna was pretty curious, but Chris hadn't asked Anna why she was here, so she didn't ask her.

As Anna continued to lead them down the beach towards the huts, she turned to look up at Chris and grinned. "You know, you kind of remind me of Bambi!" Chris's green orbs and pretty brown hair caused Anna to recall the animated deer. She remembered watching Disney's 'Bambi' a lot after her parents died, although it wasn't the most entertaining movie, Anna had felt a connection with the animated Disney character. He had helped show Anna that even though she'd lost her parents, she could grow up to be strong, just like the little deer had.

"I have a stuffed animal of him in my hut, it was one of the things I found in my trunk when I- Oh! That's right! You need to open your trunk to! I can't wait to see what's inside!" Anna couldn't help but grin as she squeezed Chris's arm, hoping she was keeping up with the ginger's babble.

When the two reached the six new huts, Anna released the woman's arm and motioned to the empty homes. "Here we are! I wish I knew which hut was yours, but sadly I don't... So it looks like you'll have to go searching for your trunk," Anna smiled warmly at Chris. Anna wanted to help, but she didn't want to intrude on Chris's first real moment alone. It was this moment where everything would really start sinking in, she could still remember the feeling clear as day, Anna had spent most of her first day alone in her hut crying.

As Anna began to head back to the others, she noticed someone sitting on the railing outside of their hut. "Ah! Ford!" Anna called out as she hurried over to the man, a bright smile on her face. She waved cheerily at Ford before looking down bashfully. Only to remind her that she was still in her pajamas.

'Great, Anna. Just great,' She mentally scolded herself as her face flushed a color resembling her hair. She hadn't even put on shoes this morning in her rush to meet the new arrivals, and she now hurriedly brushed her fingers through her hair, praying that it looked ok.

Hiding her blushing face, Anna tried to recover. "S-So, why are you over here all alone? Everyone is over by the waterfall getting to know each other at the moment..."

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Character Portrait: Samantha Felton Character Portrait: Charlie Brighton Character Portrait: Cassidy West Character Portrait: Chris Larkin Character Portrait: Annalise Lambert Character Portrait: Clark Ford Character Portrait: Elizabeth Frey
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Just as Ford had expected, the others were beginning to return from the waterfall. First came Sam and a boy who looked to be her age. They separated when they reached the new huts, but not before the male turned back to thank her for her help and to claim that he "owed her one". Ford tried not to think anything of it. Although he and Sam did hook up occasionally, he convinced himself that that was all it was: playful hookups to help pass the time. There probably were no real feelings between he and Sam, but he still would be offended if she started to mess around with that kid over him. If not offended, at least a bit embarrassed. He considered calling out to her once the boy had closed the door behind him, but more emerging voices caught his attention.

As he peered towards their direction, he made out an unfamiliar brunette and a very familiar redhead. Annalise was notable in more ways than just her unique hair color. She was the definition of exuberant and possessed the seemingly rare ability to look at everything in a positive light. Based solely on her personality, Ford felt like it would be hard for anyone to dislike her, but add in her beauty and it seemed impossible. He instinctively smiled even before she noticed him and came over, but when she did approach, he didn't make an effort to hide his grin. Ford was known for being pretty relaxed and goofy, so it wasn't out of character for him.

"I woke up late and figured you guys could handle the six of 'em on your own. Hell, I'm sure that Cass and Effy could've given the bunch a warm welcome on their own," he joked, somewhat surprised that he didn't see either of the girls on the beach. Cassidy seemed to just be naturally unfriendly and if Effy was having a bad day, she was probably worse than Cassidy, so he was surprised that both girls would be making an effort to greet the new people. He hopped down from his seat on the railing and took a step towards Anna. "So, how do they all seem? Gimme the 411."