DUVAL, Kingston Parker

[Kingston Parker Duval]

KING PARKER DUVAL

FULL NAME: Kingston Parker Duval
NICKNAMES: King
AGE: thirty
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Songwriter/Owner of Red Door Records.

HAIR: naturally a sunny blonde. He used to wear it short but has of late been letting it grow out. It's now about to his shoulders.
EYES: blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: a couple.
TATTOOS: A full sleeve. Top is a space invasion theme, bottom is more musical. It runs up over his shoulder and down over his pec.
PIERCINGS: his earlobes both have stretchers in.
PLAY-BY: Dougie Poynter!

LIKES: Music, playing the guitar, cats, getting drinks with friends, sitting in the studio, writing, drawing, working out, obscure trivia, dogs, cooking, sour keys, surprises, handmade gifts, midnight picnics, lightning bugs, hearing his songs on the radio, the sound of an acoustic guitar
DISLIKES: most other bugs, cold tea, missing a deadline, dressing up, city traffic, getting sick, chores, vegan meals, paperwork, wasting studio time, having to cut songs from albums
FEARS: Losing Red Door, they days he has to put down Fox and Blue, flying
SECRETS: Doesn't think he's good enough to be an actual singer. He doesn't think he'd make it though he's had plenty of his fellows songwriters and producers, not to mention the artists he works with, tell him otherwise.
PERSONALITY: Kingston is a born and raised gentleman who happens to carry his heart on his sleeve. He's a great friend, a good listener and decent enough doling out advice. He's had relationships in the past but none of them has lasted very long, though he cared deeply for them all. It gave him a lot of experience and emotions to turn into something everyday people could relate to. He's a brilliant songwriter, incredible musician, but he's not quite got the confidence in his skills, even now, to shout those things to the world. He most definitely doesn't think he's got the vocals to sing his own songs, even when he's the one doing the demos! Otherwise, King is a loyal friend, really down to Earth and enjoys hanging out on a patio on a hot summer night. He's more a lover than a fighter but he's also been known to stick up for the people around him and if that means throwing a punch here or there, so be it. He's not about to let some poor kid be beaten down for nothing! He doesn't think he's particularly funny but he can joke with the best of them. He'll never make a career out of it, that's for sure. At the end of the day, King is just like anyone else in the world, just trying to get by and find someone who is just a quirky as he is to share it with.

MOTHER: Cheryl Duval & fifty-seven.
FATHER: Daniel Duval & sixty-two.
SIBLINGS: Miranda Duval & twenty-seven.
OTHERS: Anja Frederica Voigt & twenty six, pelpal.
PETS: Fox & Saint Bernard
Blue & Leonberger!
HOMETOWN: Waverly, Georgia.
HISTORY: Kingston was born and raised in the small town of Waverly, Georgia. A southern gentleman through and through, his mama raised him right. Waverly wasn't where his father met his mother, in fact, that was Atlanta. Cheryl Mason wanted to become a singer/songwriter and thought the deep south was the place to start. She worked in a lounge and took on whatever extra gigs she could get her hands on. It was during a night off, where she'd been out on the town with her girlfriends when she'd been pushed into the side of the bar. The air was pushed right out of her lungs and she coughed harshly, trying to get some oxygen into her lungs once again. Daniel just so happened to be sitting there next to where it all happened and grabbed Cheryl before much more could happen to her. The guy who'd pushed her into the side of the bar had been punched in the face, no doubt for doing something stupid. He'd been on a fall backwards and Daniel had seen it all happening before his eyes. He saved her and she repaid him with a drink, that he paid for because he refused to accept a stunning girl buying him a drink. He made her laugh, she made him smile and that was the night they both agreed they'd found their soulmates.

It was a whirlwind, everything happening so fast and yet it was all so perfectly right with them. Cheryl moved out of the two bedroom apartment she shared with four other girls and into the gorgeous plantation style house. Though they ran in some of the same circles, Daniel had been out in LA, cutting a new album with the band he'd been working with. He was a songwriter with awards and more songs than miles between Atlanta and LA under his belt. But because he'd been out there for over a year, they'd never met until that night. Hell, Cheryl hadn't really known who he was. He was just as young as her, as it turned out, he was a couple years older than her but none of that matter. She loved him and he loved her. They were married quickly, at the small little Baptist church in Cheryl's hometown just as soon as they could make all the arrangements. After a wonderful honeymoon in London, England, with a bit of work on the side, they returned to Atlanta. They spent the next few years writing together and traveling all over the place and just enjoying each other.

They kept up the gypsy lifestyle for a couple years, talking here and there about kids but something always seemed to get in the way of those plans. Instead, they decided to let Fate decide when they would expand their family. Eighteen months after that conversation, Cheryl handed Daniel a card on father's day, congratulating him on being a daddy. Immediately plans they had made were put on hold or rearranged so they could figure out their next steps. Neither of them wanted to raise a family in Atlanta. It was too busy and they had both grown up on farms out in the country. It was what they wanted for their children and quickly turned to an estate agent to get that particular ball rolling. It took three house tours for them to find the one they were looking for and settling up the offering and the closing of the sale. They ordered their furniture and appliances to be delivered before they moved in, they had painters in to go through the entire place while they were finishing up what they'd started in New York. When they returned to Georgia, they went straight to their new home and fell even more in love with it. They'd worked tirelessly every way they could to make sure they had a decent studio in the house. Music was life and nothing would change that. Kingston was born five months later and was a curious child. He had been a good baby, barely cried unless he wanted something, though usually he was a pretty happy baby, always chuffed about something.

King had a guitar in his hands before he could even walk and could play damn well enough before he started school but that was how it was in their home. Music came before a lot. It was their life and the talents that Cheryl and Daniel both had definitely transferred to their only son. Their daughter, born when Kingston was three, was good with the written word as she'd gotten older but bless her, couldn't carry a tune to save her damn life! It was obvious as the children grew up that they would continue on the family legacy in some way or another. Kingston didn't think he was good enough to be an artist on his own but he was just as good with the written word and managed to get himself a few songs recorded and sent out to some artists his parents were friends with, see if any of them were interested in cutting it. They didn't say it was King at first, just that they had this song and wanted them to hear it. Before he even graduated college, Kingston had made a name for himself but he didn't want to continue on, thinking that his success was based solely on who his parents were. He wanted to do his own thing. After a lot of thinking and soul searching, Kingston told his parents he wanted to hit up New York City, see where the music scene there took him. Twenty three years old, Kingston found himself in the big apple, working with some big names. He knew his father or his mother must have sad something to someone but he didn't want to admit that he was afraid he'd have nothing if they hadn't.

He'd been thinking about a career in music since forever and though his parents both believed in him, he always had this thought in the back of his mind that they were just saying it because he was their son and they had to encourage him. It let to him not believing in his talents or skills or really in them for the longest time. It actually took his high school German pen-pal practically yelling at him to get him to make the decision to break away from his family. His name would never change, so it was always there and everyone who knew anything knew who he was but he wanted to see. It took a lot of work but he really was that good and his work was picked up almost as quickly as he could write the songs out and put them to music. He worked with bands, with solo artists, creating songs with them just for them. It was incredible. But he wanted something else to tackle and decided he wanted to start a small indie label. He had the money, he knew he had the skills to produce and figure it all out so he went for it. He didn't have a specific genre in mind when he went into it, though country music was a huge part of his life. As it turned out, he managed to get a good few bands signed to his label, more rock and much less poppy, boy band. He had the draw the line somewhere, though there were at least two that had him thinking they were that good.

Two years flew by so fast and now at thirty, Kingston is wondering why he ever thought he couldn't do it. Of course, every step of the way he'd had his pen pal, who was really his best friend and confidant, with him; even if she was on the other side of the world. The girl he'd been paired with during his high school German course had been incredible and over the years had way more faith in him than he ever really had in himself. Yeah, he knew there had to have been something there, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten very far, even with his parent's help, but he always thought there were people just placating him because he was the son of Daniel and Cheryl Duval. Only now is it really sinking in that he really is that good. Red Door Records is his life and soul, his baby and the only thing he still thinks he needs in his life, even if that is a total lie he's telling himself. He really wants someone to share his success with, though he's not ready to admit that to anyone, including himself.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali
RULE WORDS: I will take good care of these.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In a fortune cookie?
SAMPLE:

Oooh, hard pass!

 

[Cali]