Joel Durden Foster

[Joel Foster]

JOEL DURDEN FOSTER



* I find myself, of an impossible kind.
A pretty face,a vauge Ideal, I can't relate
This is what you get for pulling pins .

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[/b] "Joel Durden Foster"
- - - - nickname(s), "Dirty D, but Joel will do just fine"
- - - - gender, "Male"
- - - - age, "twenty five"
- - - - species, "Human"
- - - - sexuality, "Hetero"
- - - - status, "Single, for now"
- - - - occupation, Professional Quidditch Player - Keeper
- - - - allegiance, "good, enough."
- - - - wealth class, upper middle class[/ul]

[/b] "baby blue"
- - - - hair, "Dark brown-ish I suppose?"
- - - - build, "Well I'm larger than most folk, and can pack a decent punch. Not sure what that says about me. But I'm proud of it"
- - - - distinguishing marks, Large in stature. Built like a god.
- - - - height, 6'3.5
- - - - fashion sense, "Comfortable"
- - - - Play By, Channing Tatum[/ul]

[/b]
[li]Meth
[/li][li]Heroine[/s]
[/li][li]Coke[/s]
[/li][li]Weed[/s]
[/li][li]Nicotine
[/li][li]Speed[/s]
[/li][li]X[/s]
[/li][li]football
[/li][li]girls
[/li][li]alcohol
[/li][li]sex
[/li][li]country music
[/li][li]his siblings
[/li][li]Karaoke
[/li][li]fire
[/li][li]gum
[/li][li]doing things without a reason
[/li][li]The sound of a bullet leaving the chamber of his rifle
[/li][li]His Dogs
[/li][li]His truck
[/li][li]The Grand Canyon
[/li][li]Museums[/li][/ul]

[/b]
[li]school
[/li][li]the coaches
[/li][li]his father
[/li][li]his mother
[/li][li]most authority figures
[/li][li]His ex wife
[/li][li]romance
[/li][li]'emo' music
[/li][li]thunder
[/li][li]people with accents he can't understand.
[/li][li]Ghosts
[/li][li]Vampires[/li][/ul]

[/b]
[li]Will do almost anything for those that he cares about
[/li][li]his actual physical strength
[/li][li]his skill with throwing knives
[/li][li]Deep down he has a very big heart despite the fact that he puts up a front to keep people at arms length.
[/li][li]Cooking, he can make a meal out of almost everything.
[/li][li]The ability to stop at nothing until he gets what he needs [/li][/ul]

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"I'm not flawed...I'm completely perfect."
[li]His pig-headedness
[/li][li]his need to always be right.
[/li][li]egotistical
[/li][li]can't take a hint
[/li][li]arrogant
[/li][li]doesn't listen to peoples Opinions.
[/li][li]can't take no for an answer [/li][/ul]

[/b]
[li]To find the best possible father to his daughter
[/li][li]Better his lot in life
[/li][li]win the Quidditch world cup [/li][/ul]

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[li]His father
[/li][li]burning out
[/li][li]everybody being right about him.[/li][/ul]

[/b]
[li]Football
[/li][li]getting high
[/li][li]making new food concoctions.
[/li][li]Kicking butt on the Quidditch pitch.[/li][/ul]

[/b]
[li]He almost always has one hand in or on his hair
[/li][li]Puts his shoes on before his pants
[/li][li]will hold eye contact for long periods of time when he's lying.[/li][/ul]

[/b]
[li]Smoking -Pot -Cigarettes
[/li][li]shooting heroine
[/li][li]just about every drug known to man
[/li][li]tackling people instead of saying Hi
[/li][li]biting his nails[/li][/ul]

[/b]
[li]Can burp the whole alphabet
[/li][li]backwards and forwards
[/li][li]Can screw in a light bulb with his mouth
[/li][li]can make his voice sound exactly like Cartman off of South park
[/li][li]Can hit a mark with a bow and arrow from half a mile away [/li][/ul]

[/b]
"Whats there to say about me? I do what I want to, when I want to. There's not to much else to it. Alright, fine. Um, well I guess I have a 'problem' with authority. I don't like it whenever people get into my face and try to tell me what to do, or how to live my life. I guess that's all because that's exactly what my father did to me. of course, he never drags his sorry ass off of the couch long enough to tell me what to do. Not anymore anyway. I think that was actually the reason that I left in the first place. Before all of this dirty business happened I was pretty normal. I've always been avid about football, but whenever my father started pressing it into my brain. I quit, no. that's not true, I was forced to leave. I've never taken steroids in my whole life, but whatever. People will believe anything these days right? Anyway, I didn't do to well in school. Just don't have a patience for it I guess. However, well, can you keep a secret? I've found that if you do speed while studying, your going to pass your test. Now, I'm not saying that you should do drugs. They are.....no. Do them. They are amazing. That could be another thing I guess, addiction. I know that I'm an 'intelligent boy' who has 'so much potential' personally that's a load of horse shit. I can do whatever I put my mind to it. however, it's just that there's not much of my mind left to stick to things. Toxins will do that to you. However that whole, they stunt your growth thing, total myth. I mean, look at me. I'm huge! Anyway, I tend to get addicted to things very quickly. I don't handle loss very well. So, I'll just keep at something until I get the effect of it that i want. Drugs, just keep me in a constantly, well, euphoric state I guess. Without them, I was a lump driven only for football. Going nowhere. My grades have dragged themselves into the passing category since I started smoking, so don't tell me they aren't any good."

"That's just about it. more? Wow, you're easily entertained. I'm nothing special. Um, i don't handle rejection very well. But since I'm not often rejected, heh, I don't really have to worry about it. I'm a fun loving guy. Pretty down to earth. I don't really have many worldly things, so I try not to get caught up in them. I'm always down for whatever as long as it's fun to do. Overnight road trip to the moon? Yea let's go. I don't hide much from the world unless it's something that could get me into trouble. What's that now? You want me to get serious? Well fine, but only since you asked nicely. In my youth, I liked to have fun. I like to get out and do my own thing but after college, yes, I did manage to get into a decent community college, I had gotten married to the first woman that my mother said was a keeper. It was only a short little while before we managed to pop out a child. The girl was all legs and...middle anyway. A beautiful baby girl. She was the light of my life. Things got better, I cleaned up, started playing sports again. I knew I was happier, and that deep down I still am that person somewhere. It was the best version of myself that I had ever felt. I was happy, singing in the shower and all of that stupidity. Then my eyes were opened. Since that fateful weekend it's like I'm living in a dark room with only myself to keep my company. Only there's screaming from just outside the walls, my little flower begging for help. I guess I'm what you would call, tormented. If you want to label it, and I would really rather that you didn’t. I would rather people just left me alone, and yet for some reason nobody ever does seem to be able to. People just poke and poke and prod whenever I just want to be alone. I work alone, I live alone, I travel alone. I have no time for other people.”

“All in all I guess I just want to be left to do my business. I don't know what's going to become of me once I finish this task, I can wither away for all I care. I wish people would just let me be and then everybody can go away. I don't understand why they insert themselves in my life and then they get all surprised whenever I tell them to piss off and don't kiss at the ground underneath their feet. I'm very set in my ways. I like my beer cold and I like my feet warm and on stable ground. I have my eyes clear, a mission in my heart and I know what my purpose is.”[/ul]

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"Well, for starters I guess you could say that I was on the tall side, seeing as how most people are a lot shorter than me. But, I'm only six three. I've always been a bigger kid than my peers. It was a good thing i guess, I never got picked last in gym class or anything like that. Most kids liked having the 'big kid' on their team. be it football, rugby, Quidditch, you name it. Which was something else I was really good. Linebacker, caused me to bulk up a lot. Which, is another thing I guess I should say about my appearance. I used to be a bit on the chunky side. No, that's a lie. I was a little butter ball. But, good for football I could plow right through people. Up until high school, I was still perfect butterball. Then...things, happened and i lost all of the weight. Which is when the girls came....something about 'abs' or whatever. Unfortunately, the sudden weight loss lost me my spot on the football team. Not that it mattered, I have better thing to do with my time than get sweaty and press into other men. My hair? No, I don't do anything to it. It's always sort of had a mind of it's own. Well, thank you I like it too. Now, my face is sort of 'rugged' I guess. I've been told that I must have been a 'cat' in my past life. Whatever that means. I don't always have time to shave in the mornings, but my facial hair likes to be blond so it's not always visible. I've got sort of a big mouth. Unfortunately,my lips, they are on the red side. I've been accused of wearing lipstick more than once. No, I don't wear lipstick. Anyway, nose is normal. My eyes, they are blue. not much to tell about eyes. They see. so what? Alright, cloths. I don't like labels. So, if it fits, and its clean I'll put it on. My family doesn't have much money so I don't get new stuff often. So most of my jeans look like they are about to fall apart, holes in the knees. Since, instead of eating lunch I used to (no I do other stuff now, no I won't tell you) play football at lunch, I would get more wear and tear than i was supposed to. I get about a new pair of jeans every two months, if I'm lucky. So I've mostly still got my baggy jeans from the butterball days. (No, I'm not telling you my 'weight loss secrets'. Stop asking) My shirts, you can get from Wal-Mart in those four packs of white or black. Pretty standard. I've had the same pair of shoes for as long as I can remember. They still fit, and don't stink. So I don't see the point in spending my money on shoes, whenever there are so many better things out there"[/ul]

[/b] Abilene, Texas
- - - - father's name, Ricky Foster
- - - - mother's name, Ivy Foster
- - - - siblings, [x] [_] Foster, Harvard Graduate, twenty eight
[x] [_] Foster, twenty four
[x] [_] Foster twenty »
[x] [_] Foster twenty »
- - - - Daughter Angelique Foster, six »
- - - - non-blood family, “No friends, and no family that I've ever been introduced to.”
- - - - overall history,
"My parents, they didn't exactly know the meaning of Birth control did they? Sure. There are bigger families out there. But they probably aren't as dysfunctional as mine. So. In this case, they really should have said no to all the sex, and yes to the condoms. I mean, whenever you try to shove five teenaged kids into a three bedroom shack with two parents who barely speak to each other. Things are bound to get pretty bad no? Let me tell you, attempting to do what you want whenever you have to share the bedroom with your little snoring brother, things get pretty out of control. Then of course, your annoying little twin sisters always asking you for advice..my older sister is pretty cool I guess. She got her own room, which I'm rather jealous about. Shouldn't the alpha male(meaning me) be the one to get his own room? I mean, honestly. but whatever, I'm over it. Um, well I was born on April 27th, in the same house that I grew up in. We couldn't afford another hospital bill. So the neighbors from up the street, who had a son in medical school delivered me. I know what your thinking, illegal, unsanitary, what if blah blah blah. I turned out fine, and now that little sun of a gun is married to a playboy model raking in millions a year. I think he knew that he was doing. Growing up in my house meant you had to grow up quick. My mother worked like, a million jobs to support us and dad, well in all seventeen years of my life, I don't think that I've ever seen his get off his chair, not even long enough to go to the bathroom. The kids mostly looked out for one another, since we're all pretty close in age, and well I mean we fight all the time but, yea, we're close anyway. We all went to school around the same time, it was a fairly normal childhood minus you know, parental issues. Our parents fought a lot, but they meant good by us. I guess"

"I never was a good student, but that's alright because I think I was the only bad apple in the family, my older sister did pretty good by herself I guess. Well anyway, school was alright. From a very young age, everybody in the family was put into a lot of sports and extracurricular's, keep us out of the hours longer i guess. But we did get to pick. For most of my childhood I was in just about every sport known to man. Even some for women, but they all weeded themselves out. Till it was just Quidditch. Now, I was a fat little kid so I played Keeper, it moved around the least, and was expected to stay beefy and eat a lot. Whenever we went out after winning games, the coaches would buy me extra meals. No wonder i could have doubled as the Pillsbury dough boy. But then, the summer before my freshman year. This new up and comer, dweeb started rumors that I did steroids. Which is ridiculous if you ask me. I mean, if I had, then I would have been a lot stronger,faster, thinner, healthier etc, would I? But the coaches believed him, and without a tox screen or even checking my stuff to find 'evidence' (which, there wouldn't of been any but...) so they kicked me off the team. I lost all my 'friends' over a stupid rumor, and was forced to find new ones. Which is where I met the crowd that I rolled with that got me into the most trouble, the sole reason that I have a record. They were into some pretty funky shit, but wanting to fit in, and have a place in high school. I became involved in too. Molding me into the man that I am today. I lost a ton of weight, gained some muscle, got the girls. I was having the time of my life. Best of all, I was keeping it from everybody. It was the life most people dream of. Fantastic parties, beautiful women, free booze. What else? Plus, I was learning to deal, so. I was rolling in the money. It was La Bella Vita. The beautiful life."

"Well....beautiful until one night, around the middle of sixth year. A few buddies and I went out bar hopping, and of course, with the ever present push of, well, I think it was a little X, lots of Absinth, and maybe a hit or two off of somebody's bong. I ended up in a jail cell. Judging by the fact i was covered in sweat and glow sticks, it wasn't exactly hard to figure out what I'd been doing all night. They told me I attempted to steal a cherry pie from a stop and go, and then whenever told to pay or put it back, I'd threatened him or something. Now, if i would have told him who was with me. I wouldn't have gotten the lovely juvenile record I have now. But no way In hell was i going to be a nark. So, I spent the first half of my junior year in Juvenile Hall. Which, my slight of hand and more gossip, made me a legend. Who would 'have anybody's back' so whenever i got back to school. Ju-V had been more of a blessing than anything else. Once I was taken off house arrest, I was right back on the streets. La Bella Vita. The only drawback was I couldn't deal out of my house anymore because the cops liked to come around every now and then to check up on me. Gotta give those pigs credit, they aren't stupid. They knew I hadn't 'seen the error of my ways' they knew I was still dealing. I'd just gotten better so that they couldn't catch me in it. So, I'd been forced to do more stuff at school, blah blah blah. onto my senior year. That's whenever Willa walked into my life. Now, I wouldn't admit this to anybody. But, she's a total bitch and most of the time I really can't stand her. Yet, for some reason, being with her, is just so much better than, not being with her. I mean, how somebody can care about a stranger like that I'll never know. She was so honest...it shocked me. I mean, I'd never seen her before. And could only assume that she was one of the many transfer students that had arrived. She was breathtaking, and so damned honest. It was like being slapped in the face by a cool bucket of water. How was I supposed to know the effect that she was going to have on me? We carried on and whenever I brought her home, my mother drove her away. She was the only woman that I had ever cared about in my entire life but because my spoiled 'diva' mother didn't like her, she was given the boot. I never forgave her for scaring away Willa like that”

“I graduated by the skin of my teeth. I met the girl that I got hitched to. Her name was Alice and she was a whore. She was pretty enough, and she looked good enough on my arm in public. Behind closed doors it was just like I was home again. I would drink too much and get angry, and she would leave the house a wreck and steal all of my money. I got my first legit job to keep her shopping and happy. I tried to treat her decent, at least a little better than my father treated my mother. She couldn't cook, so I did that. She always used too much bleach in my laundry and managed to put holes in all of my socks, so I ended up doing that too. Somehow, one night we managed to procreate. Alice might not have been anything good for me, but she was a hell of a mother. There was no denying that. Things were good in the house during the hours that Angie was awake. Angie was such a wonderful little gem, and she was spoiled far beyond our means of supporting her properly. She never wanted for anything. Man was she smart, reading before she was three. Angie really spent a long time with her, working on her skills. She started school on time and everything seemed like it was really turning around. Our marriage was just...quiet. Which was better than the alternative. We had Angie, and that was all that we needed to keep us going all the time. Her smile, made me smile. We had her for a wonderful four years with our little lady...four wonderful, perfect years”

“The night was just like anything else really, we had dinner, I reviewed her homework and she took a bath before bedtime. Only, the water affected her differently than it had before. Little things like that had been off all week. She said the water was boiling her skin whenever it was only tepid and things of that nature. She had spices hurt her tongue that had never bothered her before. She had always been such a sweet, perfect little girl. Perhaps that was why her mother got so irritated with her, perhaps that was why she wasn't watching her as closely as she should. Whenever she had gone to bed that night, somebody broke into out house that night, abducted her from her very bed. Alice left that night, packed a bag and went and had herself committed. She knew what she had seen, but she refused to believe that it was possible, that anything had happened to her little girl. She couldn't accept it. As far as I know, she's still sitting in the loony bin bashing her head against marshmallow walls. Of course it tore my marriage apart. Not that I really minded losing Alice in the first place. I was only with her because she was a good enough baby sitter for Angelique while I was at work. Otherwise I would have kicked her sorry, no good, cheating ass to the curb a long time ago. The second that those papers were signed, I was off to find her. She's so young, she was so innocent and wouldn't know how to fend for herself. I knew it was my fault, the downfalls of fame and too many enemies. Six months it took, six months and almost all of my savings but with hard work i got her back, and to this day she hasn't spoken since. I still play, but now shes got her own team of bodyguards. Her mothers nowhere to be seen, and I'd like to keep it that way. ”
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