Post by Cole McDunna on Aug 29, 2013 21:14:09 GMT -8
Colton James McDunna aka, Cole
Twenty-one born September 14
Sophoromore - Medical Technology
Appearance ~
Cole stands at 5'10", not a hair taller or shorter. He's got dark brown eyes with just a flake or two of gold. His eyes are his giveaway on expression ~ love, fear, hate, passion and also a bit of truth and lies. He has a very carved smile that he personally loves because it makes people's day better, especially when it's all crooked. His hair is sandy and cut short. He's told that he looks like his dad at his age, but he's never met or seen him so he doesn't believe it. Cole has a strong built body, sturdy and reliable. His immune system is in good health. He's lean, but muscular and weighs roughly 138 pounds.
Personality ~
He's a gentleman and will open your door or help the elderly carry their groceries. He'd even give you the coat off his back or hold the umbrella even if it meant him getting soaked. He's friendly and well liked among just about everyone he meets. He has an engineer brain. He wants to know how and why things work or happen and what comes of that reason. Even though he thinks technical, doesn't mean that he speaks it. He really doesn't think before he says something which makes him both a babbler and blunt. He can sometimes come off as an asshole, but he tries not to be the bad guy.
Cole likes to think that he's more of a lover than a fighter, but y'know? He's twenty-one and that isn't always the case. He really does try to succeed but that isn't always in his favor either, but at least he tries. He always says that he'll try anything once, no matter what it is. He's somewhat of a risk taker depending on how fast he can muster up the courage to do the task. That has sometimes left him with the short end of the stick especially in a relationship.
He enjoys partying, studying and feeling like he's made a good memory for the day. His mom says that she's stubborn like his father with a thick skull that a nail won't even go through. She says Cole has his drive, his ambition and most of all his sweet side. She says that he shows it more often than not though.
Funz ~
Was raised by his single mother/doesn't know who his dad is
Has
Feels the best when he can make someone smile
Falls for someone much faster than most
Dreams of being a surgeon when he gets out of school
Background ~
My mother and I moved from place to place since... well, for as long as I can remember. By age thirteen, I had attended nine different schools; one for each year with the exception of a few twice a year. Socializing was hard to do but I always managed to make a friend or two. After a while, I just got used to it. So when we stayed in one spot longer than the others, I took exceptionally well to one person in particular. Jason Gilliam. We were twelve and inseparable best friends. We played cowboys and aliens in the front yard of his house seeing as my mom and I lived in a dinky apartment. I was always the cowboy.
I remember it like it was yesterday, y'know.. that one event that shapes a person into they are? Mine wasn't an apple falling from a tree or a light bulb going off above my head. However, electricity was an active factor in it. We were playing outside because the power was out due to some stupid squirrel playing a little too close to the source. We lived in Boston at the time and we would be on the one block that had the suicidal critter. Jason's frisbee, which we saw as his space ship, went a little further than it was supposed to and the wind shifted it when he threw it to me. Accepting this challenge, I raced him to get it. Being clumsy and awkwardly proportioned, my brain was running faster than my legs and they gave out under me, causing me to eat the grass while Jason kept running.
He went all the way into the street where the little red plastic disk had landed. When he turned around to see that he had won the competition, he flung the disk in the air above him and waited for it to come back down. It had gone a few few further so he went to go and get it again. On his way back, there was a noise that I can't even describe. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was loud and piercing like a screech. I had figured Jason was right behind me so I headed back to the house, but when I turned around and didn't see him, a heavy feeling that something was wrong sunk into me. "Jason?" I asked, barely loud enough for even me to hear it.
The car that had tried to stop didn't have the opportunity to in time. The driver stepped out to a hysterical twelve year old kid trying his hardest to drag his lifeless friend out from under the car. Ten minutes had passed before the ambulance came to our rescue. I rode in the ambulance with his dad who said that I was Jason's brother. I didn't understand what he meant at the time, because I wasn't related to this boy, but now that I'm older, I know.
Jason's funeral was held three days later. That was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. A month later, my mom and I were back on the road. We were going to Vegas, in which we only stayed six months before we were in Denver, then San Diego, and when I was seventeen, we ended up in Los Angeles where we stayed the remainder of my high school. She actually got a good job working as the manager of a pet shop and when graduation night came around, she was in the crows cheering because her son was walking across the stage with his head held high. I couldn't help but wish that my father was there too.
Now I'm here and attending school, studying medical technology and pre-med because I've decided that I want to save lives. I want to be a surgeon. I want to help people that need it the most. I want to save the life of that thirteen year old boy who was killed by someone who wasn't paying attention. I want to be a hero.
