I, Nathan Drake, a veteran treasure hunter living my dreams to be a normal human being for once. I have been all over the world facing the unexpected and gathering mysterious treasures to my collection. I am an expert at deep sea salvage, from fist fights to shooting with guns, I have been an expert since my childhood. Well, at least that is what I was expected to learn since treasure hunting runs in my family. My older brother Samuel Drake, who is also a treasure hunter, who in a sense knows the dark world of voyage and adventure a little better than me. Since my childhood, he`s been stealing goods to support me and raise me because we are the only people alive from our family and there is no one who would look after me. This is me talking
In Tobias Wolff’s 1985 short story “The Rich Brother,” we are introduced to two brothers. According to Wolf, you cannot even tell that they are brothers because of their physical differences, but as the story goes into more detail we can tell that they are different in every aspect. One of the major differences is that one is wealthy and the other is always in need of financial assistance. The older brother, Pete, is a successful real estate agent while his younger brother, Donald, works as a painter whenever he can. The two brothers are very different in their belief about what is valuable. Pete is a man that has worked hard and values what he has acquired. His brother Donald, on the other hand, values sharing whatever he has. Even if giving everything he has leaves him with nothing.
Arthur was the first born just as I was, except he was the first and only while I on the other hand have three siblings. We were both born into extremely loving and caring families. Arthur was raised by extremely strict parents and was not even allowed to go out after school or hang out with friends as I do occasionally. His father just like my parents set goals for self-reliance, discipline and responsibility. Because of those goals Arthur began to take great pride in his reputation. I also feel as if I’m always being judged. We have both been called “quiet” people but Arthur eventually grows out of that and my parents tell me I’m beginning to do the same. Both of our parents, to our displeasure, force us to do our numerous chores before anything else. The difference lies within the punishment for disobeying our parents wishes. The so called “beatings” that Arthur received in his time were nothing unordinary yet if those beatings were to occur today they would be seen as wrong and inhumane.
This is Won-a-pa-lei, or Karana. As you may know I was left stranded on an island with my late brother Ramo, or Chief Tanyositlopai, while my sister Ulape and the rest of our tribe left to unknown land. I wish to not point fingers, but Ramo was at fault for their departure without us. He was a stubborn child who went to collect his spear quickly before they could have left. I had to go after him because what’s an older sister to do? With my parent’s death and Ulape’s obsessive crush with Nanko, she sure was not going after him. I am glad I went after him. If I wouldn’t have gone after him I would’ve never met Rontu or Won-a-nee and her children. I also would’ve never met Tutok, who gifted me beautiful beads which I cherish deeply and became my dear friend even though she was part of my sworn enemies group, the Aleuts. I honestly wish that I had not gone on the boat with the strangers. They took me to an unknown place and informed me that everybody on the previous ship had passed away. It was a horrible truth that I certainly did not need to know. They also made me remove my beautiful skirt so that I could wear one of their hideous and scratchy dresses. I endured many hardships while living unaccompanied in the island. I had to construct various forms of weapons to protect and defend myself against the wild dogs living on the island with me.
Sometime in 1540 a child was brought into this world. His parents, Edmond and Mary Drake, had no idea what a great man this child would become. Francis started working for a sea captain at the mere age of 13. A couple years after Francis started working for the captain, he died and left all of his ships to Francis. Francis decided to sell the ships and go meet his cousins who were pirates. When Francis did this he had no idea how much his life would change.
Parker met me in the 7th grade. Instantly when we looked at each other I felt some sort of a connection. I felt the force within the both of us circling around us, showing me and him that the brothers have been reunited. We are the two souls that have been resurrected from the ground. I was lucky to be introduced to Parker, by my guidance counselor whom thought I was a great guy to get to know new kids. We started to talk a bit and hang out a bit. After a few days of chilling with him, I was for sure that we had the same blood in us. He had become my brother and my best friend. We had some fights, but we always got over it within an hour or two. We have the same exact personality. We do the same things. We pick each other up after the hardest moments of our lives. I put my hand on his shoulder one day when he was crying about something personal, I stood there and whispered, “Everything will be okay, you have nothing to worry about, just keep following your dreams and you will find happiness.” I will never regret the day I met Parker. For he is my brother.
After growing up, facing responsibilities, and becoming a father, I know that others wouldn’t understand the life I live now. Before my son, I had time to hang out all day and night around my neighborhood with my friends. Although I miss hanging out with no worries and responsibilities, I love being a father to my son. Growing up I considered Derrick as my brother although we weren’t related, we did everything together. I looked up to Derrick, he always had everything “under control”, even down to the girls he messed around with. However I wasn’t jealous; I was only proud of my brother, he was showing me how to be a responsible man, well at least I thought so.
My family had moved to Oregon when I was 7 into hunter’s run apartments and we moved AGAIN when I was 9 to SW Bonnie Meadow Ln, into a fairly nice house. Now, as older children do when they have younger siblings, I didn’t get much attention, but I did have many more responsibilities. Most of which were chores or keeping an eye on my brother, John, and my sister, Mikayla. Mikayla was by all means the closest to me at the time and John was just my younger brother whom my mother adored. Our relationships, however do change but that’s
I was practicing the routine for my opening act, for the Broadway musical "The Sound of music." I am an actress playing the lead role of the main character Maria. My director Jane Marshall says," Barbara, you only have twenty minutes until your performance." My only chance to start a satisfying reputation for myself and please the audience. As I listened to those words come out of my directors mouth, that's when it dawned on me. I will only have one chance to do it right. I wouldn't want to cause any disarrays.
It was the 26th of March, and we had excitedly, albeit wearily, arrived; concluding twelve excruciatingly long hours of travel. However, my father and I had one thing in mind, to land a powerful saltwater game fish. Despite the previous year in Hawaii where we had caught only miniscule lizard fish, we were determined to change our fishing fortune in Puerto Aventuras, Mexico.
At various points in history, I, the explorer have appeared on numerous occasions all as different personalities. I am highly motivated and as thrill seeking as a comet. I love to travel at maximum velocity seeking out dangerous and exhilarating events. I am expeditious, I am worthy, I am strong, I am legendary, sometimes I can be absolutely mad, but despite all of my personality traits; I am natively known as the explorer. I seek adventure in new or unfamiliar areas, whether it be the deepest and the darkest parts of space and time, or perhaps something beautiful. I am always prepared for a challenge and will go to phenomenal lengths making sure I use my time wisely, because may I remind you; that the clock is not our friend.
Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never spent hours upon hours making collages and scrap books for his future children. My uncle never hid in the back of a pick-up-truck and traveled four hours to New York and my grandmother has never walked hours in the rain looking for the Queen of England. My identity is something only I can define.
The short story, "The Rich Brother," by Tobias Wolff represents the same concept that everyday people all over the world encounter. This portrays how having siblings can be an enormous part of a persons life. The rivalry between siblings is often very competitive, but at the same time similar to magnets. When they are not connected it may seem they are independent and whole, but when examined closely it is obvious they are really relying on each other to function properly. Although Pete and Donald's life are separate and completely different, they are in fact very dependent on each other.
Dr. D is a cardiothoracic surgeon. He was my hero. He may well still be, even though he is a throw-back to the days when I was more concerned about science than symbolism.
“Finally, we’re here! Africa, here we come!” Sara shouts with joy. That 15-hour flight is over, but luckily I got the window seat.
In my short 16 years there have been many experiences I have encountered in life that shape who I am. My identity today. As time has passed experiences have come one after another for me to learn. What has shaped me influenced me in this short time period are many things the topic around this lies around my social construct. I am a lot of things, I am someone who looks as a shy, quite, smart, nice etc. person. Those simple qualities that make who I am have been influenced upon me and in general just who I am. What has shaped me present day is my family structure and my education the most to shape my identity.