Post by erik on Nov 13, 2009 12:13:30 GMT -5
Erik Pierre Desjardins
Oceanic Flight 192 Ship Manifest - - - -
Ticket purchased for Erik Pierre Desjardins, at the age of Twenty.
His last residence was Boston, Massachusetts
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age: Twenty
date of birth: January 1st, 1989
eye color: brown
hair color: dark brown
height: 6 feet 0 inches
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Erik is a shy, quiet young man from Boston, Mass. His parents are originally from Montreal Canada, but moved to Boston before Erik was born. Growing up in Boston was pleasant for Erik. Unlike most Americans, Erik had a passion for hockey. His father taught him to skate and how to play at an early age, and they would go to Boston Bruins games together half a dozen times a year.
At the age of eight, Erik's parents divorced and his mother moved back to Montreal. His father began working long shifts seven days a week driving city bus, and Erik was alone for long periods of time. He never had many friends, most of his classmates liked football or baseball. Very few liked Hockey, and those who did were jealous of Erik's talent.
Erik's father noticed his son being alone, and decided to send him away to boarding school. Over the years Erik developed his hockey skills and upon graduating high school, was ranked number one in Massachusetts by hockey scouts. This is when his father began to take notice of his potential, and started being hard on his son. He was offered a scholarship by Boston University to play hockey for them, and to earn a degree in English. Erik accepted this, and in his first year of playing hockey for BU he became a star. His father would call him after every game, and let him know of all his mistakes. This was the only time he would talk to his father during the school year.
During his second year at BU, scouts across the nation were touting his play and making predictions of being drafted in the first round of the NHL draft. Erik never dreamed this would come true. On NHL draft day, Erik was invited to come. He made the trip to New York City to the draft with his father, who had never been happier in his life. Erik was drafted in the first round, eighth overall by the Boston Bruins.
Erik and his father met with Boston management and they agreed that Erik would finish his year with BU then come to the big club, and start his NHL career. Upon returning to the ice at BU, Erik found his teammates and opponents were jealous. His teammates ignored him in the dressing room and on the bus. His opponents slashed him, took runs at him and tried to fight him.
It all escalated during a game against the University of Maine. Erik had three goals, and opposing players began to taunt him. Calling him the 'Boston big shot' and the dirty play began. Erik was skating along the boards, when a player, #33, hooked him from behind and slammed him into the boards. Erik lay on the ice, and he could hear his father's voice from the ice "Get back up! Kill him!". Angrily Erik got back to his feet, and began skating after the player, his eyes fixed on the #33. He chased the player down the ice, and when the player turned toward the boards Erik jumped with all his forced and slammed the player head first into the boards.
#33 never got back up. That player became a vegetable, and now is on life support. Erik left the ice that day, hung up his skates and left the rink for good. He called his coach at BU, and his agent with the Boston Bruins and told them he was done with hockey. He changed his major from English, to Physical Therapy. "You can't help those people, its not your fault" his father would say to him everyday. Erik's study became intense, and a Professor of one of his classes recommended a summer research project in New Zealand to give his mind and body a rest. Erik took this advice, and signed up for the project.
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I think Erik has a lot to prove to the world. He was a hockey star, and it was all lost after that one hit. Physical Therapy is something he is now dedicating his life to. His father and the rest of the hockey community tells his people like that can't be helped, but hes out to prove them wrong and regain his honor.
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RP experience: 5 years
how did you find us?: Proboards support
age: 19
gender: male
rp sample:
The small pickup truck coughed out gray smoke as its two passengers sat in silence. Unlike the trashy exterior of the truck, the two men wore suits and looked very presentable. This is because they were on their way to Madison Square Garden, to attend the NHL draft.
"The Montreal Canadiens have the first pick...I don't think you should go there" The older man said, as they sped along the busy highway. The large sky scrapers of New York City loomed in the distance. Erik took in the sight before speaking. "I will be honored to play anywhere." Erik replied. "You want to play in that dreadful city? you want to play for a french team?" his father replied, a hint of anger in his voice. "Why not....were french." Erik replied, now looking at the older man. "No. Were American." His father replied. And they sat in silence for the rest of the trip.
The two sat in the arena in silence, as the other families around them chatted happily. The aura of anticipation was heavy. The NHL Commissioner began speaking at the podium. He welcomed everyone, and wished everyone good luck. "Now, with the first pick, I invite the Montreal Canadiens management to the podium." the Commissioner announced.
Erik's father cleared his throat, and his hands were clamped to the arm rests. He did not want his son playing in Quebec. "Bonjour" the Canadiens General Manager said to the crowd with a smile. "With the first pick in the NHL drafted, the Montreal Canadiens are proud to select...Mario Savard of the Quebec Ramparts." A crowd of people erupted a few rows down, as Mario shook hands with his family before making his way to the podium, to put on his Montreal jersey and take the ceremonial photograph with his new team. "Good" Erik's father said to his son with a smirk.
Six other teams went by, with Erik's name not being called. The last team, the Toronto Maple Leafs, took a Russian player, Ilya Korlachev, who was sitting right beside Erik. "Good, they can have him, you don't want to play in Toronto either" Erik's father mumbled, as the Korlachev family celebrated.
As the Boston Bruins management took the podium, Erik's father smiled. "They won't pick you, your too soft. They'll go with Jay Chandler of Maine. Hes the physical presence Boston wants" he father said to his son. Erik sat in silence as the Boston General Manager spoke. "With the eighth overall pick, the Boston Bruins are proud to select from Boston University....Erik Desjardins!". Silence. Erik's father looked on in awe. Erik stood up, looked to his father, who was still in awe, and began to make his descent toward the podium.
He shook hands with all the Boston management, and pulled the Bruins jersey over his head. The arena was still in silence. The photographer snapped a few photos and then the General Manager motioned Erik to back stage. Erik followed. "We are proud to have you, you are the best American player available" the Manager said with a smile. "Id like you to finish the year at BU, then come and play for us. "I--" began Erik, but he was cut off. "He agrees" his father interrupted as he strode between the two men. "Very well" The Manager said before leaving. "You got lucky" he father said quietly, as the two walked toward the exit.
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