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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 22, 2006 20:01:31 GMT -5
Name: Ethan Rom Age: 30 Nationality: Canadian. What you do: I'm a qualified OB/GYN. I've had...some experience with plumbing. Sorta. Appearance: Residence: The island. Skills: A harsh life has left him with incredible fighting skills and an immense strength, capable of taking down most any opponents. When he fights, he is in his element, a master of the environment. Highly intelligent and perceptive, he's a quick thinker with a clever tongue that makes him extremely adept at deception. Weaknesses/Bad habits: He's extremely conflicted, filled with an inner turmoil that makes him indecisive and uncertain. Above it all, he's an angry individual, with a powerful rage that takes over and does the driving for him in times of trouble. Frequent moods/expressions: The friendly, helpful boy-next-door type, he has another side to his personality that is vicious and unforgiving.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 25, 2006 16:00:31 GMT -5
Seventeen year old Ethan Rom gently pushed the door open, hoping his father wouldn't hear him. He carefully walked down the filthy, uncleaned hallway. If Mom was still alive, she would never have let it get like this. But neither Ethan nor his father felt like cleaning it. It had been the same when she went on vacation, she'd joke that if men ruled the world they'd still be searching for the wheel.
Yes, if she was still alive, she would have dragged them both by the ear inside the house, given them a mop and made them clean the place. Clean your own mess, that's what she said.
He started to walk up the stairs, when he heard his father's familar voice. He had a loud, boistrous voice, which Ethan imagined had always come from working as a construction supervisor.
"Boy. C'mere."
Ethan sighed, and let his schoolbag drop. He walked into the kitchen, where his father was making himself some coffee.
"Are you gonna tell me who gave you that shiner?"
Ethan glanced over in the mirror, and groaned. Tucker must've hit him a little harder this time, because now he had a decoration of black and purple around his left eye.
"Bit of a fight, Dad."
"You gotta stand up to those bastards!" commanded his father, turning to face his son. "You gotta learn to stand up for yourself, Ethan. Why am I dishing out the green for those boxing lessons, you don't even go-"
"I don't like boxing, Dad. I just...."
It almost happened. Ethan and his father, having a heart to heart. Talking about problems at school, problems as the site, talk about his mother's death, maybe visit her grave. But no. His father had shelled up. And Ethan saw no reason to break the shell.
There was silence for a momen. "I've got homework to do." said Ethan, turning and going back down the hall.
"You listen to what I said!" called his father.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 25, 2006 16:25:36 GMT -5
The Rom FamilyName: Frank Rom Age: Varies through flashbacks Occupation: I'm the main supervisor for a construction site. Appearance: Nationality: Canadian. Residence: I told you I'm Canadian. D'you think I say it just to confuse idiots like you? Skills: I'm smart, I'm physically powerful, I can think on my feet and I'm a success. Weaknesses/bad habits: I'm not overly sensitive or emotional. I used to be, with my wife. Then she died, and....look, I'm a guy. I'm a man's man. You think I became a success by whimpering and crying like a woman? Get real. Frequent moods/expressions: Real macho man, tough and confrontational. Name: Lawrence Rom Age: Varies through flashbacks Occupation: I work at my Dad's construction site. Appearance: Nationality: Canadian. Idiot. Residence: Canada. Dumbass. Skills: I can operate heavy machinery. Uncle Frank don't ask much more. Weaknesses/bad habits: I ain't that smart....didn't do too well in school. But hey, I've been putting buidlings together for a long time. Not tired of it yet. Frequent moods/expressions: A little clueless, loud, kind of aggressive. The kind of son Frank wanted, but his brother got. Name: Mary Rom Age: Deceased Occupation: Was an ambulance driver. Appearance: Nationality: Canadian. Residence: Dead. Skills: A tough woman, loving towards her family and understands her children. Weaknesses/bad habits: Is unable to survive getting hit by an SUV. Frequent moods/expressions: No-nonsense, strong, but still a caring and intelligent person.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 25, 2006 17:03:23 GMT -5
Ethan stumbled out of the front school doors, as people blew past him, ready for the weekend.
Clutching his books, he tried to shove them back into his schoolbag, when one person bumped right into him, roughly. The force knocked Ethan off is feet and down the steps, spilling his books everywhere.
He glanced up, and then he saw her. Beautiful. Tall, with a statuesque figure, and a flawless face, all leading to her incredible eyes. Too bad she was a teacher. She turned, and walked towards the bus, and that's when the pain came. Not emotional pain, more the kicked-in-the-ribs pain.
The person who'd pushed him down was the same as always. Ethan coughed, losing his breath as he was kicked again. He started to get to his feet.
"Hi, Tucker."
"Eerie!"
Tucker McGinnis was pure scum. Unfortunately, only Ethan and a handful of other people held that opinion. An excellent football player, he was flying through school on that skill alone, his grades often increased for that very reason. And he was handsome, too. Girls loved him, guys envied him, and the people at the bottom of the social ladder like Ethan, hated him. Dubbing him, 'Eerie Ethan', Tucker had taken a liking to pummeling Rom on a daily basis.
Ethan sometimes fought back. When he did, the beatings became worse. And sometimes, he'd get in trouble for hitting back. Hitting Tucker. Poor, defenseless, popular, kind, decent Tucker.
Another kick to the ribs and Ethan went down again.
"How much money do you have on you, Eerie?" demanded Tucker. Christ. Asking for money. The rich kid bullying someone for their money.
But it was pure sadism on Tucker's part, mostly.
Finally, Ethan stood fully. Stand up to him. That's what his Dad always said, stand up to him.
"Say something, freak!" yelled Tucker, pushing him against the wall and kneeing him in the gut. "For fuck's sake, say something!"
Ethan looked up, staring into his face. And threw a punch.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 27, 2006 10:43:55 GMT -5
As it turned out, throwing a punch wasn't the best thing to do. As it turns out, Tucker's posse wasn't far from the scene, and all six of them proceeded to give Ethan a savage beating. But Ethan wasn't popular. He wasn't good at football. He wasn't athletic and he wasn't big into school spirit. So Ethan....the black, bruised, bloody, barely concious Ethan had been suspended for giving Tucker a small scar below his eye.
Which was why he was being shouted at right now.
"Suspended? Suspended, what the fuck is wrong with you?" EVentually, what he was saying all sort of merged together. Ethan tuned out, staring at the wall behind his father as his face was hit with spit and soundwaves.
Finally, he replied calmly, "I did what you told me to. I stood up for myself."
"I didn't tell you to punch someone, don't pin this on me!"
His father began angrily pacing back and forth in the kitchen. "I'm telling you, your mother would be ashamed."
That got to Ethan. That was low. He stood up, his knees trembling slightly as if he was struggling to stand. He was still hurting.
"Mom would be proud of me. I'm smart, and I'm going to get farther than Tucker, farther than Lawrence, and way farther than you. I'm better than you."
His father was boiling over, staring straight at him. Ethan should've backed down. But he didn't. His father hit him low, well, he could do that too.
"I wish you'd died instead of her. She hated you."
His father suddenly threw his fist forward into Ethan's face with staggering force, knocking Ethan off his feet and smashing into the fragile wooden table. Blood gushed from his nose, and he stared up at his father with pure hatred in his eyes. If the hatred wasn't clouding him, he would've seen his father's expression more clearly.
Horror. He was horrified at what he'd just done. He looked at his thick fist, seeing his son's blood on it. "Ethan..." he started, but Ethan was up, shooting past him, out the door, into the darkness.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 28, 2006 15:20:16 GMT -5
Name: Tucker McGinnis Age: Eighteen Appearance: Overview: Tucker is handsome, popular, athletic, rich and is flying through school with passing grades. He's also sadistic, cruel, spoilt and unable to pass his tests without 'help' from the teachers, who turn a blind eye to his relentless cruelty to some of the other students due to his football abilities.
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Aug 29, 2006 9:21:08 GMT -5
Awww, poor Ethan! He's really not having a great month, is he? Ethan's dad is kind of like Jack's dad; loves his son, just doesn't know how to show it. Bit cruel to punch him when he's already been beaten up, lol.
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Post by ana on Sept 17, 2006 19:06:48 GMT -5
You can see why Ethan became a bit of a monster in the end. I do feel a little bit sorry for him, but am also going 'hmmm...Tucker's nice....' Yes, I know I'm a cold hearted bitch.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 18, 2006 15:57:13 GMT -5
Name: Sunny Whedon Age: 18 Occupation: Uh...student? I also work at the music store. Appearance: Nationality: Canadian. Residence: Ontario, Canada. Skills: Smart, perceptive, and a good reader at people. Weaknesses/bad habits: She's not the strongest person in the world, and can bite off more than she can chew. Frequent moods/expressions: A sweet, friendly girl.
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Post by ana on Sept 18, 2006 17:31:23 GMT -5
Sunny Whedon....? Ha ha ha that's brilliant. Good at reading people....
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 23, 2006 15:18:50 GMT -5
There he was. Right there, coming out of the bar, taking glances around. Ethan didn't pay attention to the sign on the bar, all he knew was that Tucker was completely alone.
He stopped Sunny's father's car just beside the road, getting out of it and heading towards Tucker. He would pay, he had to pay for what he'd done. That bastard, he'd pay. He'd pay, oh yes, there would be blood.
For everything. The relentless bullying. Flying through life without putting an ounce of effort into anything. But more then anything, what he'd done....to her.
"Ethan? Hey, Ethan, buddy, is that you?" called Tucker. Ethan moved into the light of the streetlamp, his features illuminated as he stepped out of the shadows of the night.
For a few moments, he was still.
"Ethan, this....this isn't what it looks like, I mean...." Tucker looked at the sign at the bar, and that caused Ethan to glance at it too. And for a moment, he was completely thrown back. A gay bar. He almost laughed. Tucker the closeted homo. But if he was, how would....?
No, no. Bisexual, that must be it.
"I swear to God, it isn't, Ethan. I mean...I'm not a fag, I hate the bastards, OK? So don't go telling nobody about this."
"I don't care, Tucker. I don't care if you're gay."
Tucker breathed a sigh of relief. "What do you want, quiet money?"
And then Ethan charged. Putting all of his strength into it, he knocked the unprepared Tucker off his feet, and then sat atop of him, curling his fingers around the bully's neck.
"Ethan!" screeched his enemy. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Whatever I did, I'm really sorry already! Please! Please!" His voice became more strained and gasping as Ethan tightened his grip, his eyes....those dark eyes, burning with determination....
"Ethan! Ethan! Sorry! Sorry!" Tucker could barely get the words out, and the sign that he could still talk only made Ethan grasp harder, choking him, killing him. "Dad...Dad.....help me....Dad....."
Eventually, Tucker couldn't talk anymore, or do anything else. Ethan stood, breathing heavily. A stupid thing to do. A stupid thing to do.
OOC: This is one of the last Ethan flashbacks, and in true LOST style, I'll be posting flashbacks that show what got him to this point, what happened before, and just after.
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Post by LostLuverJemmz on Sept 23, 2006 15:40:04 GMT -5
Wow! That was amazing! Very readable! I can totally see why Ethan is/was the way he is/was! Can't wait for more! ;D
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Post by ana on Sept 23, 2006 20:49:48 GMT -5
Makes you wonder what Tucker did to Sunny that was so bad. I mean, I can imagine. But I guess if she's Ethan's first love, whatever happened hit him hard. Probably in the head. Hence the madness...
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 25, 2006 20:40:22 GMT -5
Oh wow, great flashbacks. I kind of feel bad for the guy, but in the end, he simply chose the wrong path. So very sad.
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Post by Jack on Sept 25, 2006 21:11:38 GMT -5
wow, that was awsome dude. There's the creepy, murderous Ethan we all know and love.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 26, 2006 14:40:35 GMT -5
Nine months prior to Tucker's murder...
Ethan hit the ground, stumbling down the stairs a little. He got back up, scrambling frantically, trying to get all his books together, when suddenly Tucker's foot slammed into his side, and he fell again.
He spat some blood onto the ground, and looked up. Tucker, and four others. Riley. Brutus. Grant. Stanford. Standing there, little grins, mouths slightly open. All bastards. All twice his size. Ethan slowly began to get to his feet, holding his side slightly.
"New shiner, Eerie." observed Tucker, as they began to circle him. "That wasn't me, though. And no one else touches you. They treat you like nothing, since that's what you are, you little fag."
"Little fag." echoed Grant.
Tucker crouched down to Ethan's level, and in an act of mock sympathy, patted him gently on the back. "Do you want to know what I think? I think it was your....psycho Dad....who gave you that bruiser."
Tucker looked up, saying casually to his co-horts, "Ever seen a picture of his dead Mom? Man, I would go necro for that ass."
Ethan stood, and started to limp past them, anger burning on his face. Tucker laughed a little as he walked away. "Yeah, keep walking, Eerie. Keep on running. Run back to psycho daddy and corpse mommy."
Ethan stopped. "Say that to my face." he said, not turning, his eyes closed slightly. He could hear the footsteps. Slow. Getting closer. He opened his eyes, face to face with his enemy. Their noses were practically touching.
"You have a psycho Dad. Your cousin is a retard. And your Mom? Dead slut." whispered Tucker. "Now. What will you do?"
After a few seconds, Ethan spoke. "Nothing. I just wanted to get you to face me, so she could get behind ya."
Tucker raised his eyebrows, turned, and the next thing he saw was a massive, thick ring binder slamming up-wards into his face and knocking him down. Ethan smiled, seeing the familiar, beautiful face of Sunny Whedon. "Thank God it's Friday, huh, Ethan?" she said, smiling cheerfully.
She was something. Beautiful. Intelligent. Funny. Strong. And she cared about him. They'd been friends for about two months, and already he felt closer to her then anyone else. Ethan grinned widely, and turned to look at the remaining bullies. "Think they're gonna chase us?"
"Oh yeah."
"Think they're gonna catch us?"
"Oh no."
They both laughed, and bolted, heading for the field as the four came after then. Tucker began to get to his feet, only for Brutus and Grant to trip over him, knocking the three of them down.
Sunny and Ethan escaped across the road, with Riley and Stanford in hot pursuit.
They were getting close to the river. A waist deep river, with a plank of wood across it that they'd put there themselves. Ethan could jump it, and he did, as Sunny skipped along the plank. Stanford was a big guy. Riley was bigger.
Riley made it across, just about, leaping off it just as the plank splintered, sending Stanford into the river below.
Now it was just Riley. Ethan, Sunny, Riley.
They were now coming to the wider fields, and Riley was starting to slow down. Eventually, his foot landed in a cow pat, and he slipped. Trying to keep upright, he skidded forward, falling directly into another cow pat. They were home free.
Riley, Tucker and the rest would make Ethan pay for his escape. They would beat him, badly, and Ethan knew it. But spending time with her was worth it. Five minutes, just five minutes. He would take a hundred beatings for just....five minutes.
ooc: the chase is a bit Back to the Future...
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Post by Bella on Sept 26, 2006 14:51:07 GMT -5
Wow, poor, messed up Ethan! Great flashbacks that kind of justify him!
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Post by ana on Sept 26, 2006 16:32:00 GMT -5
That's a good one. You got a Firefly ref in there too! ;D Yay!
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 26, 2006 19:28:10 GMT -5
Lmao, that was great! Love the wink at Firefly.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 27, 2006 11:40:57 GMT -5
Ethan's relationship to people on the island
Heidi -- Saved her life from the monster and helped her with the tarp.
Brittany -- Knows her through Heidi.
Gwen -- One of the first people he met on the island. He's helped her out and managed to be a comfort to her.
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