Charlie Parker

[Charlie Parker]

Charlie! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me Jess and I've shot for the moon 18 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via Email.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

THe birth certificate reads Charles Parker
But Everyone Calls Me Charlie
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 21 years
The say I Am a former policeman
Ive Been Told I Look Like Jon Mclaughlin

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 5'11"
And I Weigh 146
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced none at all unless you count getting shot as pierced
They always say I look like Charlie would be considered somewhat short in comparison to most men, but he doesn't really mind. If everyone was tall, then they would all just be average, so someone has to be short in order to let the others be tall. He's not the most amazingly ripped person you've ever seen, but he is fairly well built, and why wouldn't he be? After all, to be a policeman, especially a mounted policeman, you have to be in good condition.

Despite having lost a lot in his lifetime, it's pretty rare to see him without a smile. Life always throws you curve balls, the best thing you can do is to jump in their way and let them hit you. At least that way you get a free walk to first base. He's usually not scruffy at all, and always looks rather professional in appearance. He has completely avoided both the emo side and the "gangster" side of the most common looks for men these days and dresses like a normal man.

His hair is just long enough and curled enough to give him a somewhat windblown look, but at the same time it doesn't look like it's never seen a comb. His eyes seem to always have both joy and grief dancing around in them, a combination that wouldn't be expected in most. His eyes are a blue gray color, and no one has ever been able to decide which. They don't change with the light, they just always look like a mixture of blue and gray.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out I'm short, I've got curly hair, and a scar across my left shoulder from getting shot.

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore
horses
certain people
law enforcement officers
work
riding
shooting
doing things himself
his current life
his dog
I Abhor
clubs
smoking
excess drinking
"gangsters"
pompous rich kids
politics
overly strict enforcement
broke back mountain people
deranged tree huggers.
I Rock a far cry from judgmental, and generally accepts people for who they are. He's exceedingly understanding of people's "problems" and hasn't once ever changed his opinion of anyone after their problem was unveiled. If the it was ever called for by need, he could put a bullet through someone's skull just exactly where he wanted it. Patience has never been a problem for him, and anyone who knows him knows just exactly how far they can low they can burn his fuse before he explodes.
I Suck gets bored exceedingly easily, which leads to the tuning out mentioned earlier. He also worries about those close to him a bit too much at times, but since he's seen the worst of the worst out on the streets, who can blame him? Alcohol is a huge temptation that he occasionally has an extremely difficult time resisting due to a former addiction. He can't lift his left arm above shoulder height without pain which quite regularly causes terrible difficulties for him.
I Do Charlie often mistrusts people when he first meets them due to bad experience, He quite regularaly lets everyone else do the talking and remains silent until he feels the need to interject. A bad tendency when he is bored is tuning everyone out and missing everything that is said.
I Want His greatest goal is, simply put, to leave the past behind him, in the past, where it belongs, and let the future be his life. The last goal mentioned here is one that most people share, and that is to find the one person that he will spend the rest of his life with.
I Fear A few of his fears include, getting shot...again, meeting someone he cited for something big, and losing the people he cares for most.
I Shut up Charlie, when he was younger, used to be very deeply into drinking and suffered for a long time from the affects of being an alcoholic. This one might not seem like such a huge deal, but as a policeman, he "caught" someone who was suspected in a murder case and let them go...he had his reasons, but he's not sure a judge would be convinced by them, so mum's the word.
I am The well being of the horses is more important than his own. He'll spend a whole night and more up with the horse when he'd ailing, even if it means being basically dead the next day. He works almost tirelessly on his yearling's training, and that precedes almost everything else. He's a hard worker and doesn't believe in half way jobs.

Charlie won't exactly go out of his way to make friends with you, but he's not standoffish at all either. If he vaguely recognizes you, he will generally stay out of your way, because most people who he thinks he might have seen before are people he cited as a policeman, and the last thing he wants is to run into someone who completely hates him and wants nothing more than to shoot him. He did that once here already, and that was bad enough. Unlike most policemen though, he has his own personal standards that he upholds, and if he thinks the law is wrong, he won't enforce it.

He's pretty easy to get along with, and if you decide to make friends with him, you'll find yourself a friend for life. Because of the two years of police training he went though, Charlie is a pretty calm person, and it takes a lot to get him excited or worked up. He's almost always the voice of reason, even when everyone else is going crazy and coming up with ridiculous ideas.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From George and Arlene Parker who have both just turned 60 and are retired.
I Share My Dna With Chase Parker
I Come From New York, New York
But I Live Here Now Pinewood West Virginia
This Is Who I was All through high school, Charlie had known that he wanted to do something with horses and something that would be exciting and somewhat dangerous for his career. After graduation it seemed only natural that he should find a job that would satisfy both desires. The summer after graduation, he joined the mounted police training, and after two years, joined the NY Mounted Police Force.

He worked there for about two years, but when disaster struck, he couldn't take the reminder the job brought him. He stopped working for the police, but found that life just wasn't right without a horse at his side. Six months after leaving the force, he went to a local auction and when he saw a young Belgian thoroughbred cross colt, he knew that was the horse he would be buying. He brought the colt home the next day and almost instantly began his training.

For the past years he's been working on breaking the now yearling Belgian to be ridden. He hasn't quite decided what discipline to train him for since he doesn't ride competitively, but that decision doesn't need to be made for a long time still. So for now, he will just continue with the basic training. He is currently considering rejoining the mounted police force, but is torn between that and the one who holds his heart.

He never thought he could fall in love with one of the people he had arrested in a drug bust, but it happened. Now, she has taken precedence over everything else, and he is trying to help her through getting clean. He knows it won't be easy, but he has never been the one to take the easy rode, so he is fairly certain he can handle it...though understands that she may need more "professional" help than what he can offer.

This Is Who I am After a lot of hard times, I think things are finally starting to fall into place and work out for the better. For now, I'll just have to wait and see what happens next.

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust straight
I Love crazy red haired girls named Hayley
I Loathe those who think they're "all that"
Maybe I loved none
Maybe I Didnt Hayley

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down OH MEH GEE
I Choose number four and I'm still confused
I Am Awesome The lights, the sirens, the pain. It was all surrounding him, and was all quite real. Dear took over his massive body as strangers gathered around him, all speaking loudly and worriedly. He tried to lift his head, but his body would no longer obey him. Terror seized him as he tried in vain to move. His eyes grew wide, his nostrils flared. Even breathing hurt. He didn’t know what had hit him, he didn’t know what had happened. All he knew was that he was hurting, cold, and alone.

Then, when he thought that he could take it no more, he felt a gentle hand on his neck, he heard a familiar voice. “Be still Brigadier…” The voice said, cut off by the tears that welled up and choked the speaker, “You’ll be alright. The pain will go away now Brig, you won’t have to be afraid anymore.” The horse’s eyes rolled back to where he could see the man whose voice brought him comfort. The face that met him was familiar, but distorted with sorrow. The man was dressed in the deep blue of a policeman’s uniform, one that the stocky horse knew well.

“You ready?” Another stranger’s voice said, interrupting the calm that had enveloped the horse when the policeman had spoken to him. The young policeman hesitated a moment longer, his hand rested on the large horse’s neck. “Good bye Brig,” He said, fighting down the tears, “you were as good a horse as there ever was, you deserved a better end.” That said, he stood from where he had been crouched at the horse’s side and took several steps back from the crippled and bleeding animal. Silence then ensued, interrupted by the sound of a gun being thingyed. The barrel of the shotgun lowered, and pointed at the once majestic, now pitiful animal that lay on the ground. The blast of the gun sounded and resonated through the streets and gentle Brigadier was no more.

That accident had changed the young officer’s life. Brigadier had been a favorite among all the mounted police men, and his death that day had taken a hard toll on all of them. All of their efforts after the accident had been put into finding the one that had essentially killed the Belgian cross. When they found him, they quickly realized that the foolish driver had intentionally hit the on duty horse with his car. They had prosecuted him, but the charges put on the man were minute and did not satisfy the policeman’s desire to avenge the police horse’s life. In frustration, he left the force, but he soon discovered that life just wasn’t the same without the horses around.

The thudding of a young horse’s hooves off the soft summer grass sounded through the morning air as a yearling belgian gelding cantered across the pasture to the man who had signaled him to come with a whistle. The horse’s pace slowed as he neared the man, and stopped when he reached him. The horse pressed his forehead into the man’s chest, pushing his muzzle into the crook of his arm. The man smiled and buckled a halter onto the young horse’s head. “You ready for another day?” He asked the yearling as he started towards the gate. The horse was in the process of being saddle broken, and was making good progress every day.

It didn’t take the pair long to get back up to the stable, from the pasture. It was a quiet morning so far, but it was also early, just barely five o’ clock. It would be getting busy soon, and an early start was essential if you wanted to get anything done. The man clipped the horse into the cross-ties, and retrieved the grooming equipment. When he returned to the horse, he proceeded with the grooming. If one took the time to notice, the gold name plate on the horse’s halter bore the name “Little Brigadier,” named after the formerly great police horse, Brigadier, who had died a year ago to the date.

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Thanks Isa for helping =]

[hayleywilliams]

Crazy red heads named Hayley =p