Post by Kent H. Westhaven on Dec 20, 2016 12:12:42 GMT -5
KENT HOWARD WESTHAVEN
BASIC INFORMATION
[ FULL NAME ] Kent Howard Westhaven
[ FACECLAIM ] Matt Bomer
[ DATE OF BIRTH ] May 19th
[ AGE ] 73
[ GENDER ] gentleman
[ SEXUALITY ] homosexual
[ BLOOD STATUS ] taintblood
[ HOUSE ] Durmstrang Alum
[ WAND ] pear, chimera scale, 9 1/2" pliable, excellent for charms and healing.
[ BOGGART ] losing any one of his kids and henry / getting fat (it depends on the day)
[ AMORTENTIA ] cologne, candied violets and ginger
[ FACECLAIM ] Matt Bomer
[ DATE OF BIRTH ] May 19th
[ AGE ] 73
[ GENDER ] gentleman
[ SEXUALITY ] homosexual
[ BLOOD STATUS ] taintblood
[ HOUSE ] Durmstrang Alum
[ WAND ] pear, chimera scale, 9 1/2" pliable, excellent for charms and healing.
[ BOGGART ] losing any one of his kids and henry / getting fat (it depends on the day)
[ AMORTENTIA ] cologne, candied violets and ginger
WHO ARE YOU?
[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]
[ LIKES ] vodka && cranberry, expensive clothing, dancing
[ DISLIKES ] homophobes, gaining weight, makeup
[ STRENGTHS ] confident, loving, protective
[ WEAKNESSES ] prideful, cocky, all of his kids
[ PET PEEVES ] when people disown their kids for petty reasons,
[ HOBBIES ] cover shoots with the boyfriend, saturday mornings.
[ LIKES ] vodka && cranberry, expensive clothing, dancing
[ DISLIKES ] homophobes, gaining weight, makeup
[ STRENGTHS ] confident, loving, protective
[ WEAKNESSES ] prideful, cocky, all of his kids
[ PET PEEVES ] when people disown their kids for petty reasons,
[ HOBBIES ] cover shoots with the boyfriend, saturday mornings.
THE FAMILY TREE
[ BOYFRIEND ] Henry Davenport | runway model
[ BROTHER ] Ken Westhaven | older | personal trainer
[ SON ] Kameron S. Westhaven | 18 | student
[ SON ] Kaydin J. Westhaven | 18 | student
[ DAUGHTER ] Johanna L. Westhaven | 18 | student
[ SON ] Kristian T. Westhaven | 17 | student
[ SON ] Jack K. Westhaven | 16 | student
[ BROTHER ] Ken Westhaven | older | personal trainer
[ SON ] Kameron S. Westhaven | 18 | student
[ SON ] Kaydin J. Westhaven | 18 | student
[ DAUGHTER ] Johanna L. Westhaven | 18 | student
[ SON ] Kristian T. Westhaven | 17 | student
[ SON ] Jack K. Westhaven | 16 | student
WAY BACK WHEN...
[ HISTORY ]
I do not particularly talking about myself, but I suppose some details are needed. One, I am a vampire. -gestures up the mention of being a taintblood- No I do not come from a prestigious family like the Mortelles. They can suck it as they have all the money in the world. Well, I finally have some money, unlike how it was when all my kids were little. We will just start off with the fact that I was happy about 19 years ago. I was married, had a lovely wife named Jolene, and we were starting a family, but I still felt empty and I didn't exactly know why.
After Kameron was born, my heart grew in love with him and realized that I needed more children, I needed my kids in order for my happiness to shine. Soon after Kam, the twins Kaydin and Johanna came. Each of them special in their own right and I loved them just as much as my dear one year old Kameron. Soon after the twins came Kristian, that spit fire boy who wasn't afraid to speak what was on his mind no matter if it hurt someone or not. And then Jack. I laugh because Jolene and I were told that he was going to be a girl. We had the name Jacquelyn picked out for him, but when he was born. Wasn't that a surprise! Lucky for us we have already had three boys and had more than enough for him. He was and still is my little monster.
That was when things started to slip though. Jolene was more distant than ever and I was beginning to become a single parent. She was home less and less and I couldn't understand why that was. I did everything I could to keep her, we went through marriage counseling at my request, but when she didn't show up there. I was distraught. The kids were all over at Ken's house so I could go to this two hour session only to be stood up by my wife. So there I sat in the psychologists office for two hours not knowing what I did wrong, but she told me that when someone has already decided to leave there was going to be no possible way to change their mind.
So I went home. Found out that everything of hers was gone, and she left a note saying that she never wanted to see 'those ungrateful brats' again. I couldn't understand. I couldn't process how someone could see their own children as brats in an unjokingly manner. So I spiraled down. Called Ken and asked him if he could keep all five of my kids for a week so I could figure out how to tell them that their mom never wanted to see them ever again. I was broke. She cleaned out the bank accounts while I spilled my heart to this poor counselor, she cleaned house as we had no food, barely any bedding, no couches televisions or anything. Everything that we had received from her family after the wedding was gone. Luckily she didn't touch anything of the kids, she didn't need to, she didn't want them. But I was left with a mattress on the floor and a pile of clothing from the dresser that was gone as well.
I had one week to earn money quickly. Sure I had a job, but it didn't pay very well. So I grabbed an ad asking for models, the pay was 50 dollars for an event. Just one. It was 50 dollars I didn't have, so in a rush. Leaving my home I was off to a beauty school to stand in as a model. For the record my least favorite part of my now full-time job is makeup. I love getting my hair styled, but god forbid they take hours on my face. Anyway! Found out I was tall enough, lean enough, took good enough care of my body and was entirely emotionless on the runway. When you have all these things it's surprising how quickly work comes. I still wasn't making a lot of money, and by the time the week was out, and a lot of thrift store hopping I managed a bedframe, a couch, a dresser, mismatched pots and pans. And thank the Gods for the food banks and craigslist. And an awesome brother who helped get us a television for the living room. In one week my life had flipped. Going from a married single dad with an infant, and four toddlers, to a straight up single dad with five kids all under the age of five.
I was stressed. Massively. Ken watched my kids when I worked because it was hard to juggle and I couldn't have been more grateful for him, and I still am. Modeling wasn't cutting it at the time so I had to cut back on that and find a stable job. It drove me into the ground. I was treated like shit by my managers and collegues that it drove me into a pit of despair, when Kameron turned nine, I had had enough of being treated like shit so I quit. I had enough money saved up to keep the rough over our head for a year. I saved. I put money away and we lived off of welfare for the longest time, but the emotional strain of having five kids, no lover, no social life. Everything was grooling and painful. I missed walking the runway and even though I hated makeup... I missed it. Finding an agency close to home I started back up. In fact I started so well. After a year back in the business I had stable work, stable photoshoots, stable... everything.
And then Kameron came out of the closet. The way I had reacted was not expected, even from myself. My baby boy came out and told me that he liked boys and that he had a crush on one in primary school. It's easy to explain what happened now, but back then I myself was confused. In my own fit of confusion and anger I kicked him out. Funny for a guy who literally works with many other gay individuals on the daily, to kick is own son out. Truth is? I am gay. Like I said, back then I was confused about my own sexuality and was in a state of denial that I took it out on a ten year old. My ten year old. My oldest son who meant the world to me.
When that happened I started to work the runway more, my face so dead that it was easy to get the work. Most other models trained for years to achieve the look. For one month I worked the runway hard. And then I met Henry. That was eight years ago. When I met Henry, I knew what it felt like to love again. I knew what it felt like to have that person there who would support you through everything, your trials, your failures and successes. He helped me see the light and forced me to go reconcile with my son. The rest of the brood warmed up to him in an instant, but it took Kameron a few months to fully trust that Henry wasn't going to leave.
It's been 8 years since then. Kameron is now in his final year at Beauregard, the twins and Kristian are in their seventh, Jack is now sixteen and I have had a genuine smile on my face since the day my son came back home. I was waiting to propose to Henry when Germany finally legalized marriage. But the CDU/CSU still deny us that right. So for now I will settle with a Civil Union, but don't tell him that, he doesn't know what I plan.
After Kameron was born, my heart grew in love with him and realized that I needed more children, I needed my kids in order for my happiness to shine. Soon after Kam, the twins Kaydin and Johanna came. Each of them special in their own right and I loved them just as much as my dear one year old Kameron. Soon after the twins came Kristian, that spit fire boy who wasn't afraid to speak what was on his mind no matter if it hurt someone or not. And then Jack. I laugh because Jolene and I were told that he was going to be a girl. We had the name Jacquelyn picked out for him, but when he was born. Wasn't that a surprise! Lucky for us we have already had three boys and had more than enough for him. He was and still is my little monster.
That was when things started to slip though. Jolene was more distant than ever and I was beginning to become a single parent. She was home less and less and I couldn't understand why that was. I did everything I could to keep her, we went through marriage counseling at my request, but when she didn't show up there. I was distraught. The kids were all over at Ken's house so I could go to this two hour session only to be stood up by my wife. So there I sat in the psychologists office for two hours not knowing what I did wrong, but she told me that when someone has already decided to leave there was going to be no possible way to change their mind.
So I went home. Found out that everything of hers was gone, and she left a note saying that she never wanted to see 'those ungrateful brats' again. I couldn't understand. I couldn't process how someone could see their own children as brats in an unjokingly manner. So I spiraled down. Called Ken and asked him if he could keep all five of my kids for a week so I could figure out how to tell them that their mom never wanted to see them ever again. I was broke. She cleaned out the bank accounts while I spilled my heart to this poor counselor, she cleaned house as we had no food, barely any bedding, no couches televisions or anything. Everything that we had received from her family after the wedding was gone. Luckily she didn't touch anything of the kids, she didn't need to, she didn't want them. But I was left with a mattress on the floor and a pile of clothing from the dresser that was gone as well.
I had one week to earn money quickly. Sure I had a job, but it didn't pay very well. So I grabbed an ad asking for models, the pay was 50 dollars for an event. Just one. It was 50 dollars I didn't have, so in a rush. Leaving my home I was off to a beauty school to stand in as a model. For the record my least favorite part of my now full-time job is makeup. I love getting my hair styled, but god forbid they take hours on my face. Anyway! Found out I was tall enough, lean enough, took good enough care of my body and was entirely emotionless on the runway. When you have all these things it's surprising how quickly work comes. I still wasn't making a lot of money, and by the time the week was out, and a lot of thrift store hopping I managed a bedframe, a couch, a dresser, mismatched pots and pans. And thank the Gods for the food banks and craigslist. And an awesome brother who helped get us a television for the living room. In one week my life had flipped. Going from a married single dad with an infant, and four toddlers, to a straight up single dad with five kids all under the age of five.
I was stressed. Massively. Ken watched my kids when I worked because it was hard to juggle and I couldn't have been more grateful for him, and I still am. Modeling wasn't cutting it at the time so I had to cut back on that and find a stable job. It drove me into the ground. I was treated like shit by my managers and collegues that it drove me into a pit of despair, when Kameron turned nine, I had had enough of being treated like shit so I quit. I had enough money saved up to keep the rough over our head for a year. I saved. I put money away and we lived off of welfare for the longest time, but the emotional strain of having five kids, no lover, no social life. Everything was grooling and painful. I missed walking the runway and even though I hated makeup... I missed it. Finding an agency close to home I started back up. In fact I started so well. After a year back in the business I had stable work, stable photoshoots, stable... everything.
And then Kameron came out of the closet. The way I had reacted was not expected, even from myself. My baby boy came out and told me that he liked boys and that he had a crush on one in primary school. It's easy to explain what happened now, but back then I myself was confused. In my own fit of confusion and anger I kicked him out. Funny for a guy who literally works with many other gay individuals on the daily, to kick is own son out. Truth is? I am gay. Like I said, back then I was confused about my own sexuality and was in a state of denial that I took it out on a ten year old. My ten year old. My oldest son who meant the world to me.
When that happened I started to work the runway more, my face so dead that it was easy to get the work. Most other models trained for years to achieve the look. For one month I worked the runway hard. And then I met Henry. That was eight years ago. When I met Henry, I knew what it felt like to love again. I knew what it felt like to have that person there who would support you through everything, your trials, your failures and successes. He helped me see the light and forced me to go reconcile with my son. The rest of the brood warmed up to him in an instant, but it took Kameron a few months to fully trust that Henry wasn't going to leave.
It's been 8 years since then. Kameron is now in his final year at Beauregard, the twins and Kristian are in their seventh, Jack is now sixteen and I have had a genuine smile on my face since the day my son came back home. I was waiting to propose to Henry when Germany finally legalized marriage. But the CDU/CSU still deny us that right. So for now I will settle with a Civil Union, but don't tell him that, he doesn't know what I plan.