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Duncan Edwards

"The beauty of art is at our fingertips."

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a character in “Unexpected complex”, as played by kyrax17

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Name: Duncan Edwards
Age: 19
Year: Sophomore
Art type: Visual Art; (Drawing, sketching, painting, sculpting, etc.)





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Likes:

+ Poetry
+ Drawing
+ Writing
+ Fine Art
+ Creativity
+ Balance
+ Girls
+ Confidence
+ Ambition
+ Soccer
+ Romance
+ Scary Movies
+ Alcohol
+ Structure
+ Planning Ahead
+ Being On Time
+ Challenges
+ Risk-Takers
+ Hard work


Dislikes:

- Slackers
- Crying
- Being Late
- Failure
- Chick Flicks
- Rude People
- Wannabe's
- Taking Pictures
- Sitting still for too long
- Smoking
- Drugs
- Receiving Speeches
- Lectures
- People Who Give Up
- Liars
- Cheaters





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Extra: Duncan can be described as the nice guy. Sometimes, in fact, he is too nice, especially to those who don't deserve it. He likes to help people with their problems, no matter how big or small. He will often let girls, and guys, run all over him. He doesn't like to argue with anyone, in fear that they won't like his opinion so he stays quiet. Rarely will he voice his opinion unless it is absolutely necessary. He's open-minded to people and their views and values. He likes to make friends and be around people, but he loves to draw more. He's the kind of guy who can sit in a room all day long just with a pencil and his sketchbook and it would suffice. Duncan grew up sketching and writing short stories as a kid and he's kept everything that he's ever written or drawn. He doesn't brag about his work, but he isn't afraid to show other people.





Personality: Hard Working | Determined | Passionate | Charming | Romantic | Shy | Articulate | Honest | Patient | Optimistic | Picky | Moody




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FACE CLAIM: Evan Peters

So begins...

Duncan Edwards's Story

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Character Portrait: Duncan Edwards

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Duncan hopped out of the car and smiled up at the dorm building. It was just as nice as it had been weeks ago when he had visited on orientation day. He looked over at his best friend, Eric who had taken the drive with him and would help him to bring his things inside. The two males went inside the large dorm building and Duncan got his room assignment. The two then went back out and got the first round of Duncan's things and headed up to the room. It was empty, so Duncan thought that he was the first to arrive. He was excited to meet his new roommates and couldn't wait until they all got there. It took his three trips, himself and Eric, to get all of his things inside his new dorm room. Once they were done, Duncan said goodbye to his best mate and he began unpacking his things. He had a few paintings, his favorites, that he had painted and he hung them up around his bed. He sat at the desk by the window and brought out his sketchbook. He lifted the blinds so that he could get a clear view. He then went on to draw any and everything that he saw out the window.

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Character Portrait: Danielle Leiber Character Portrait: Scarlett Thorne Character Portrait: Duncan Edwards Character Portrait: Franny Miller Character Portrait: Adam Berkshire

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Scarlett sat at the steps of the school looking at her phone, Be safe and call me when you get there. She looked at the text and sighed. Slipping her phone into her pocket, she lifted to her feet and picked up three suitcases that didn't match. Turning to the front door, it swung open and a blonde girl walked past. Her eyes followed her but her attention shot back once the door began to close. Dashing in, she pushed her way through and popped out the other side. The school looked bigger from the inside and everything was busy and crammed. It was the start of a new year.

Setting her luggage down, she took a slip of paper out of her pocket and read it to herself. On it was the list of her classes and the room she was assigned to. Folding the paper again, she stuffed it into the back pocket of her jeans and continued on. There were so many students and they all appeared to know each other, laughing and having so much fun. She almost seemed out of place, which only caused her to skate through the halls faster. Once making it to her room, a slight sigh of relief left her lips as pressed her head against the door. She slowly turned the knob.

Opening the room a smaller girl was already settled in on her bed. "Oh, um.. Hello!" Closing the door behind her, she walked to the only bed that hasn't been claimed. "You must have meet our other roommate.. How is she?" Scarlett had only assumed since the bag left on the small table didn't seem like the girl's style. She forgot to add, "I'm Scarlett, you are?" She didn't want to be asking her to much questions, something she always did once meeting new people. Picking her bag, she placed them on her bed and opened one of them up. It was all her art supplies she needed.


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Adam sat in the library for the past four hours, waiting for the crowd of people to die down outside. It almost seemed like this place was never used, dust everywhere and no soul in site. The History of Life, the book haunted him. It was at the table once he arrived, tore and wrecked. Pulling it toward him, he opened to the title page and found no author was the book appointed to. Closing it back up, he lifted from her chair and walked to where the librarian was suppose to be. No one there. Shrugging, he walked back to the table and picked up each book that was there.

Writing a note for the librarian, he slipped the books into his leather satchel and walked out. Small lines of students walked, it cleared out. At first, it was almost impossible to push through the crowd. He took out a paper that he had written for himself, a sketched map of the school and the number of his room. Once a small group of girls past him, he made his way to the hall that was connected to the dorms. Walking down it, he created a mental route on which to take once his classes started. "Room 304 to 307 to A4" He mumbled to himself while glancing inside each one.

Taking it all into consideration, he finally made it to the room he was staying in. Pressing his ear against the door, listened to see if anyone was inside. The faint noise of pencil pressing paper and erase swipes ringed. Slowly opening the door, he saw a boy sat by the window, sketching. Adam smiled, as he slipped into the room and to the bed he called for himself. "I see you got here before everyone else." He didn't intend to scare the boy but would get a kick out of it if he did. Throwing the satchel onto his bed, he flopped next to it and looked at the ceiling above.

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Character Portrait: Duncan Edwards Character Portrait: Adam Berkshire

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Duncan sat at the table and sketched out everything that he could see from his window view. It only took a few short minutes before he had a pretty detailed drawing going. All he had to do now was the shading, he was so concentrated on what he was doing that he didn't notice when someone came inside the room. He didn't jump when he heard a young male's voice, but he did end up drawing a straight line straight across the page. "Yeah. I was enjoying the quiet." He mumbled as he ripped out the page and balled up the sheet of paper. He then tossed it in the waste basket next to the desk. He got up from his seat at the desk and turned around, finally getting a good look at the male. He looked him up and down and took in his image. In only a few short seconds he could tell what kind of person he was, someone that Duncan didn't want to be living with for the next four years. But he wasn't one to be rude to someone without getting to know them first. He let out a sigh and walked over to him, extending his hand to shake. "I'm Duncan, nice to finally meet my roommate." He said smiling at the guy, a genuine smile.

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Character Portrait: Duncan Edwards Character Portrait: Adam Berkshire

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Adam lifted his head a bit and looked at Duncan, chucking to himself, "I know when I'm not welcomed, no need to hide behind a fake smile." He pulled himself up and looked around the room, "Don't worry. It's my last year here." Leaping to his feet, Adam gripped Duncan's hand and shook it sharply. "Nice to meet you." Letting his hand go, he turned his back to him, and tossed through his bag. Taking out the books he "checked out", he claimed the small night table nearest to his bed. The room was simple, plain, something he assumed his roommate would take a liking to. Crossing his arms, he faced Duncan with a realization of common courtesy.

"Adam, Adam Berkshire. And sorry about that." Tilting his head toward the waste bin, he released his arms from the knot. Stepping to the trash he pulled out the waded paper. Unfolding it, his eyes widened a bit, "Amazing.. Now I feel horrible for ruining it." A frown followed as he folded the paper and slipped it into his pocket. "I bet you're sick of people telling you this, but your art is amazing. I can't imagine how magnificent a finished piece would look like." Adam was aware of his rambling, and he knew by now Duncan was tired of it. It was now up to him, "So, what's your story?" Ah! an Idea popped into his head but he motioned Duncan to continue talking.

Taking out a 9" x 12" sketchbook from his satchel, he pulled out the paper from his pocket and slipped it into the first page. Taking out a pencil, he labeled it and closed it.