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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 24, 2009 15:00:03 GMT -5
Personal Name: Stasya Marie Havok-Trainer PB: Stasya Nicknames: Stas, Stasi, Stazi, Sta-Sta, Havok, JD Birthday: October 31 Age: Eighteen Grade: High school dropout Hometown: Huntington Beach, California Gender: Female Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Five feet, eleven inches Weight: 122 lbs Distinctive features: The left corner of her bottom lip, her right nostril, and the cartilege of her left ear are all pierced; the lobes of her ears are stretched as well as pierced. She also has a simple anarchy symbol tattoo on the back of her neck and a grim reaper skill on the left side of her chest. To add to the tattoos, on her left wrist closer to the heal of her hand is a blue tattoo that says "bizarre". Hair: Straight; auburn; past her shoulders Eyes: Emerald green How they dress: Lots of torn up, baggy jeans; spiked belts; tight graphic tees; converse or boots; typically a hat or beanie. She always has on dark eyeliner. Posture: Stasya does not have good posture and tends to slouch a lot. It is an issue that has given her neck and back problems.
Personality Distinctive traits: Stasya is quite the spitfire. She has a short fuse and things get ugly fast when she gets mad. Get her too angry (or punch her in the face) and she'll completely lose control in a blackout rage. In addition to her blackout rage, she is also bipolar. She loves fights, both verbal and physical. Self image: Stasya loves herself. She isn't conceited or anything. She doesn't think she's all that attractive but she certainly likes the way she acts. She has a reputation for being fierce and loves it, living up to it at every possible chance. Dreams/goals: Stasya loves to sing so she would love to be in a band. She knows how to play several instruments and music is her passion. But, if she has no future in music, she wants to be able to be in the ring boxing for a living. Fears: Hurting someone she loves, especially her son, when out of control and going to prison are her only fears. Sense of humor: Definitely mean spirited. She teases, makes fun, insults, and is very sarcastic. Her humor is very dry, often to the point of it being difficult to tell if she's serious or not. Ethics: There are very few with miss Havok. She treats most everyone like shit, particularly the adults in her life. After all, adults are the ones who threw her in prison and make all those absurd rules. She hates fraternizing with the enemy and avoids it at all costs, but she lives by the saying "the enemy of my enemy is my ally." She's close with most of the local police since she's taken into the stations a lot for over night or short sentences. First Impression: A hard core, bad to the bone, bad-ass. Everyone knows who she is since she’s almost always in the news. Kids in the neighborhood pay her to keep bullies off their back, but they're mostly afraid of her.
History Education: Stasya dropped out her junior year due to having difficulties, mostly with the staff and her classmates. She got a lot of detention, was suspended twice, and was about to be expelled for all the fights she got into, disrupting classes, and for failing her science, history, and math classes. The only classes she was passing were literature, gym, and auto-mech Religion: Atheist. Rumors float around that she is a Wiccan or, worse, a Satanist. Family: Melanie Grace Kline (mother, deceased - murdered) Malachi James Havok (father, deceased) Sean David Trainer (step-father, deceased - murdered) Lydia Aaliyah Havok-Trainer (older sister, deceased - murdered) Brian Elwin "Rowdy" Havok-Trainer (older brother) Brandon Benjamin Havok-Trainer (older brother) Alan Emmett Havok-Trainer (middle triplet) Jeremiah Malachi-Xavier Havok-Trainer (youngest triplet) Raziel Nicodemus Havok-Trainer (son) Popularity: Stasya is a spitfire, a troublemaker, and a delinquent. She's mostly seen terrorizing people with her brother Rowdy and Bam (a kleptomaniac and a pyromaniac), but there are rare occasions she's with her younger brothers and her son, just enjoying hanging out at the park. She thinks highly of her delinquent reputation, however, and does not allow competition, eliminating such threats as soon as word spreads about them. Early childhood experiences: Age Three: “NO! I DON’T BELIEVE YOU! YOU’RE LYING,” a little girl screamed at her crying mother, “DADDY WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME! HE PROMISED!” The woman continued to cry but tried to choke it back enough to talk. “Stasya, honey, I’m sorry, but he’s gone. The couple that crashed into his car was drunk and speeding, so when they hit his car, it rolled across the road into the ditch.” The little girl shook her head in disbelief, “YOU’RE A DIRTY LIAR!” The woman shook her head. “Why don’t you go and play with your brothers, hmm?” Stasya crossed her arms and stomped into the room she shared with her triplets. “Is mommy okay?” her youngest brother, Jeremy, asked. Stasya sat down and shook her head. “She says daddy’s dead. SHE’S LYING!” Age Five: Two kids wrestled on the living floor and two others sat on the couch, cheering one or the other on. “Admit it, Jeremy, I’m gonna win,” the girl laughed, pulling her brother into a tight headlock. The boy clawed at his sister’s arm and shook his head, choking. “Children, I’m home and I have great news,” their mother called gleefully, walking into the house. “Stasya, let go of your brother! You’re choking him!” Stasya let him go and sat up, looking at her mother. “What’s the news, mom?” her oldest brother, Brian, asked. “Sean has asked me to marry him!” Stasya stuck her tongue out, “I don’t like him… and I’m not going to call him dad!” Their mother sighed. “Stasya, please, try to be nice,” she asked, voice pleading. Stasya mocked her and stormed out of the house angrily. Age Seven: It was a quiet, rainy night. The Havok children all sat in the living room watching cartoons. A man was with their mom in the bedroom, someone she had been seeing that was a lot like Malachi. But it wasn't Shawn. Shawn walked in through the front door, mud drenched boots and water dripping from his clothes and body. He walked into the bedroom and Stasya heard her mom gasp. She began to talk calmly but Shawn walked into the living room. He looked at the kids and grabbed his shot gun, walking back to the bedroom. Melanie screamed just before the gun shot echoed through the house. Stasya jumped off the couch and ran into the hallway. The gun shot again and the man lay dead with Melanie. Stasya yelped when Shawn knocked her away and stomped to the living room. Stasya heard her siblings scream and she ran into the living room only to see Shawn put the gun to Lydia's head and pull the trigger. She let out an ear piercing scream and leapt onto Shawn's back, wrapping her arms tightly around his throat. "Go," she yelled to her brothers before the fled out the door into the rain. Thunder cracked outside and Shawn fell to his knees, clawing at Stasya's arms. She jumped off and ran out the door, meeting her brothers in the park. Age Ten: The Havoks had been staying a foster home for three years now and nothing had happened to Shawn. Stasya was furious that he had somehow gotten away with murdering his wife, step-daughter, and the man that was so like Malachi that it haunted Stasya everyday. She walked down the side walk toward Shawn's house in the dead of night, a hood pulled over her head and her hands in her pockets. She stopped in front of the house and tilted her head, examining it. It was after midnight and Shawn was asleep, Stasya knew it. She walked up to the front door and reached for where the spare key had once been but was no longer. She grunted and pulled a window open, carefully climbing inside. She pulled a box of matches from her pocket. Stasya climbed up a chair and removed the batteries from all of the smoke detectors. She lit and spread the matches around the house and climbed out the window, closing it behind her. She walked across the street and turned to watch the burning house for a minute. She ruffled her hair and ran up to the house behind her, banging on the door. "FIRE! HELP, FIRE!" She ran down the street back to her foster home, never once looking back at the house again. Age Fourteen: Stasya walked out of her room, slamming her door behind her. She had a long, deep cut that ran crookedly from her wrist to the inside of her elbow. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a butcher’s knife before heading back to her room. Jeremy caught her by her good arm and held tightly. "Where are you going with that knife?" "To my room," Stasya replied casually. "Why?" Jeremy demanded. "The dog bit me, duh." Stasya pulled her arm but couldn't get it free. She turned and glared at Jeremy intensely. "Let. Me. Go.... NOW!" she roared. Jeremy was in complete shock as Stasya lifted the knife and cut his side. He screamed in pain, let Stasya go and doubled over in pain holding his cut side. "Ahhhh!" Blood ran down his hand and dripped on the carpet. Stasya smirked evilly down at her pain filled twin. Her eyes sparkled wickedly in amusement as he groaned and screamed in pain. “WHAT THE HELL!” Brian ran to Stasya grabbing the knife from her hand. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!!! Jeremy, are you ok? Come on you need to go to the hospital." Jeremy bit his lip. "How the..."-he groaned-"hell are we"-he winced-"supposed to get to the hospital?!" Brian handed the knife to Brandon as he watched his sister in horror. Brian grabbed on to Stasya. "What’s wrong with you?!" Stasya struggled from Brian's grip. She growled, hissed and screamed. "HE WOULDN'T LET ME GO! NOW YOU WON'T!" She screamed again struggling harder. Jeremy winced. "I wouldn't test her... I think she could do anything about now. Commit murder, suicide... anything." "ALL OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!! I MEAN IT! YA'LL ARE CONSTANTLY YELLING AND I KINDA NEED TO KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU GUYS,” Alan screamed, his voice echoing. “JESUS CHRIST!” Stasya glared acidly at her triplet. She clawed at Brian trying to get free to go at Alan. She snarled and howled like an animal caught in a trap, her eyes wide and darkened menacingly. "I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN! IF YOU CAN STILL TALK AFTER I'M THROUGH WITH YOU!" "STASYA!!!" Brian held onto her then he let one of his hands go before slapping Stasya. He grabbing her again, glaring, "STOP!!!!!" Stasya barely looked like anything had happened; she blinked a few times but that was all. Then, she was out, completely limp and unconscious. Jeremy screamed as he stood up. He held his side tightly as he walked up the stairs, wincing with every step. He pulled a towel out of a cabinet and wrapped in around the cut tightly to stop the bleeding or at least lessen it. Stasya opened her eyes and they went wide with alarm. "What?! Whe...." She looked at her cut arm and ran her finger over it. Warm blood ran down her finger. "What happened?!" "Lets see you almost killed your twin. I grabbed you. Kid yelled at all of us and you threatened to kill him." Brian cocked a brow. Stasya sighed and hung her head. "Well, aren't I just a pocket full of sunshine... Sorry, Al." Alan shrugged. “It’s okay…” Stasya frowned deeply until it looked permanent. "I... I'm going to check on Jeremy to make sure I didn't hurt him too badly." She stood up and walked upstairs, grabbing the First-Aid kit. She doused her cut in anti-bacteria spray and alcohol before wrapping it in gauze. She stood at the bathroom doorway and looked at the floor. "Hey, Jer..." Jeremy looked up at his triplet. "Hi." "A-are you okay?" You could tell Stasya was about to lose it as her voice cracked. Jeremy shrugged and groaned. "No but I think I just might live." Stasya took a long, shaky breath. "I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry, Jeremy! I didn't mean to hurt you and about Dad! I'm just so sorry and I really hope you'll forgive me!" She burst out, crying. Stasya wiped tears from her face uselessly and looked at her triplet. "Please say something? Please?" Jeremy sighed. "I understand but I won't forgive you; would you forgive me if I cut you with a fucking butchers knife?!" Stasya looked down, defeated. "No..." She sighed and slowly walked down to the living room. She curled up in a small, tight ball on the couch and buried her face in the cushions. Age Fifteen: Stasya looked at the pregnancy tests for probably the hundredth time and felt like vomiting. She put a hand on her stomach as she stared at the identical parallel lines on each of the five tests and couldn't make herself. "Brian," she nearly cried, dropping to her knees and putting her head against the counter. Her brother opened the door and walked in cheerfully, freezing when he saw the positive tests; his jaw dropped as he looked at his sister, "No... Tell me these aren't yours." She slowly nodded, terror overtaking her as she thought about the human growing inside her stomach. For the first time in years, a tear slid down her cheek. She had known even before she took the tests, and she had told her boyfriend about it; it was his idea for her to take the tests. She slowly pulled out her phone and reluctantly typed each letter to a message she could hardly believe herself: "All five are positive. I'm pregnant." She dropped her arms limply and looked at her brother, shock and anger written on his face. "What am I going to do?" she squeaked, eyes brimming. She covered her face with her hands and cried quietly. Brian sat on the ground and pulled her close in a secure hug, "Everything will be okay. You have choices. And Jer and Bam and Dave and me are all here for you. And Edward. You aren't alone, baby sister." Little did either of them know, baby daddy Edward would all but vanish off the face of the earth after getting his life changing news. Financial situation: Middle class Relationships: Stasya has been in a few relationships but none that really worked out well. Some of the guys were nice enough and some of them weren’t but she always had to be the one to end it. She is both very hard to like and very easy. Habits: If she gets her hands on a Sharpie, she will draw on any and everything in sight. She’s also always texting and listening to her iPod. One habit she has that everyone hates is that she sucks on the back of her throat; it makes an annoying, scratching sound that no one can stand. Another habit is cursing… a lot. A lot of people think Stasya’s vocabulary is all curse words. Health: Fine. She is in good shape since she is very physically active with boxing, wrestling, track, and she likes to play basketball and football with her brothers but she has done some pretty bad things to her body. When she was thirteen she did the whole emo thing; what with cutting and lots of suicide attempts. She had her drink spiked with drugs at a party once and that got her hooked for a while but she quit. Stasya is now smoking, not as bad as when she started since she used to smoke a pack a day. Now she only smokes when she’s really tense or wants to look tough.
Other: Hobbies: Singing, playing the guitar and the drums, video games, sports like football and boxing, making life hell for people, photography (mostly of her brother Brian). Skills: Since a young age, Stasya has shown an apt for fighting, both verbal and physical. She’s also shown a great knack for drawing and writing but she doesn’t show a soul her work. Favorite Food: Chinese food! Stasya loves to take a plate a pile it with sesame chicken, sweet and sour chicken, won-tons, and chicken fried rice. Oh, and who could forget a nice bowl of egg-drop soup? Favorite Music: Heavy metal, rock, alternative, and screamo. Her favorite bands are Green Day, My Chemical Romance, The Beastie Boys, AFI, Linkin Park, Avenged Sevenfold, Metallica, Megadeth, Evanescence, Eminem, Bullet For My Valentine, Marilyn Manson, Alice In Chains, and Three Days Grace. Favorite Books: Anything by Stephenie Mayer, Stephen King, or R.L. Stine Favorite Movies: Horror, actions, and comedies. She loves all Will Smith movies. Her favorite movies are Quarantine, Cloverfield, MirrorMask, The Outsiders, School Of Rock, JAWS, Resident Evil, and Underworld. Favorite Shows: She thinks Robot Chicken is the shit. She also loves Viva La Bam, Jackass, Pimp My Ride, Roseanne, CSI: Miami, CSI: Las Vegas, and Harper's Island. Favorite Color: Black, maroon, navy, and metallics. Heroes: Amy Lee, Gerard Way, Synyster Gates, Robert Trujillo; Andre The Giant. Pets: A female black and white Blue Heeler, Zero; a black and white male kitten, Sabotage; and one multi-colored female kitten, Sora.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 24, 2009 15:49:44 GMT -5
Personal Name: Alan Emmett Havok-Trainer PB: Leonardo Dicaprio Nicknames: Kid Birthday: October 31, 1993 Age: 15 Grade: 11th grade Hometown: Los Angeles, California Gender: Male Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Five feet, seven inches Weight: 110 lbs Distinctive features: His eyes. Hair: Straight; brown but dyed blond; just covers his ears. Eyes: Left is green, right is blue. How they dress: Printed tee-shirts and shorts. He likes to go barefoot a lot but he’ll wear shoes if he has to. Posture: Somewhere between slouching and straight posture.
Personality Distinctive traits: Kid is quiet, not really the type to get involved in anything. Self image: Eh, it could be better… Dreams/goals: Kid wants to be an actor when he graduates high school. He isn’t like his triplets being active in sports but he doesn’t mind it. He plays soccer but he’d much rather be in a play or movie. Fears: Bees! Kid is fatally allergic. Sense of humor: Teasing but in a good way. He likes to poke fun at his friends. He’s just a goofy guy. Ethics: Kid holds the highest respect for parents and teachers. He thinks that everyone deserves the respect you feel you deserve. First Impression: The first impression is weird. He doesn’t really talk much to strangers, or anyone for that matter. He’s just quiet, more of a background piece. Unless his first impression is from on stage, which is strong and leading.
History Education: 10th grade sophomore. Religion: God is Kid’s savior and he is a Christian. Family: Melanie Grace Kline (mother, deceased- murdered) Malachi James Havok (father, deceased) Sean David Trainer (step-father, deceased- murdered) Lydia Aaliyah Havok-Trainer (older sister, deceased- murdered) Brian Elwin "Rowdy" Havok-Trainer (older brother) Brandon Benjamin Havok-Trainer (older brother) Zacharia Davis Havok-Trainer (older brother) Stasya Marie Havok-Trainer (oldest triplet) Jeremiah Malachi-Xavier Havok-Trainer (youngest triplet) Popularity: Kid is not really all that popular except for being Stasya and Jeremy’s triplet. Early childhood experiences:Are in the past. Nothing more shall be said… Financial situation: Middle class Relationships: Kid hasn’t had any relationships, but he doesn’t care. Habits: Kid could sleep for days, but no one knows why. He isn’t really all that active but he just sleeps all the time. Health: Fine. He doesn’t take the best care of himself but he isn’t like his sister.
Other: Hobbies: Acting, singing, dancing, video games, computers, sleeping. Skills: Everyone tells Kid he is a great actor. Favorite Food: Pizza Favorite Music: Rock, pop, heavy metal. Favorite Books: Anything fictional. Favorite Movies: Comedies, action and fiction!! Favorite Color: Green Heroes: His siblings. Pets: Two insanely small monkeys named Oogie Boogie and Sandy Claws.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 24, 2009 15:51:41 GMT -5
Personal Name: Jeremiah Malachi-Xavier Havok-Trainer PB: Jeremy Sumpter Nicknames: Jeremy, Jerry, Jer, Jerm Birthday: October 31, 1993 Age: 15 Grade: 10th grade Hometown: Los Angeles, California Gender: Dude Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Six feet, six inches Weight: 188 lbs Distinctive features: A jagged scar running down his rib cage. There was a little run in with him, his sister, and a butcher’s knife. Hair: Wavy; brown but dyed light brown, almost blond; just covers his ears. Eyes: Green How they dress: Jeremy is a jock so he wears a lot of jerseys. He wears a lot of baggy clothes. Posture: Straight as a toothpick. He loves to show his height!
Personality Distinctive traits: Jeremy is a happy-go-lucky guy but, despite the sister he has, he is very sensitive. He can take jabs from Stasya but anyone else just sort of gets to him. He hates being yelled at by anyone but Stasya. Self image: Healthy. He loves himself without needing to stare into a mirror all day, especially since he has better things to do. Dreams/goals: Jeremy wants to become a professional football player for the Dallas Cowboys, his family’s favorite team. Fears: Hurting someone he loves, watching his sister get the death sentence. He knows she will someday but it scares the wits out of him to think about it. Sense of humor: Teasing but in a good way. He likes to poke fun at his friends. He’s just a goofy guy. Ethics: Jeremy holds the highest respect for parents and teachers. He thinks that everyone deserves the respect you feel you deserve. First Impression: The first impression can seem a little scary considering this boy towers at six and a half feet tall but, as long as you get the chance to talk to him, you realize that his just a big goofball.
History Education: Just a junior, but he has received a couple scholarships to colleges to play football. Religion: God is Jeremy’s savior and he is a Christian. Family: Melanie Grace Kline (mother, deceased- murdered) Malachi James Havok (father, deceased) Sean David Trainer (step-father, deceased- murdered) Lydia Aaliyah Havok-Trainer (older sister, deceased- murdered) Brian Rowdy Havok-Trainer (older brother) Brandon Benjamin Havok-Trainer (older brother) Zacharia Davis Havok-Trainer (older step-brother) Stasya Marie Havok-Trainer (oldest triplet) Alan Emmett Havok-Trainer (middle triplet) Popularity: Jeremy is known throughout the school. He has average grades pulling an A- average since he gets kicked off any teams for anything lower than a C- but he is on the boxing team, the hockey team, and the football team. Early childhood experiences:He’d rather not think about them… Financial situation: Middle class Relationships: Jeremy has a steady girlfriend of 5 months so far. Habits: Jeremy loves to run, which sometimes poses as a problem considering the fact he wears baggy pants. So, his habit can be considered, losing his pants in the middle of a run. Health: Absolutely fantastic. He is in great condition.
Other: Hobbies: Sports, sports, sports, keeping Stasya out of trouble, and playing the guitar and bass. Skills: Sports or all sorts. Favorite Food: Breakfast. He likes pancakes, waffles, cereal, toast, any breakfast food! Favorite Music: Rock and pop. He likes Fall Out Boy, Panic At The Disco, Green Day, and Anthrax. Favorite Books: Jeremy isn’t real big on reading; he’d rather watch television. Favorite Movies: Comedies!! Anything with Jack Black, Adam Sandler, and Ben Stiller. Favorite Color: Blue and silver Heroes: Marion Barber! Pets: Three TINY frogs names Lock, Shock, and Barrel.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 24, 2009 16:08:44 GMT -5
Personal Name: Brian Elwin Havok-Trainer PB: Synyster Gates Nicknames: Everyone calls him Rowdy, even his teachers. Birthday: July 18, 1991 Age: 17 Grade: 12th grade Hometown: Los Angeles, California Gender: Male Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Five feet, ten inches Weight: 125 lbs Distinctive features: His tattoo sleeves; a piercing in his left nostril. Hair: Straight; black; it almost comes to his shoulders. Eyes: Brown How they dress: Mostly sleeveless shirts or short sleeve shirts, skinny jeans, and a hat over a bandanna. Posture: Average
Personality Distinctive traits: Rowdy is, well, rowdy. He likes to run around and play jokes on people or just tackle some random person he sees for no reason at all. Self image: Rowdy likes himself just fine. He knows he’s cool. Dreams/goals: To play guitar for a living, he loves it. Fears: That he will lose his rock roots and like country. No seriously! Sense of humor: Rowdy is just a big goofball. He’s the one to call you just to say he drove past a grocery store or to say he’s eating pancakes. Ethics: Eh, he has none really. First Impression: Everyone loves Rowdy as soon as they meet him. He makes you laugh upon meeting by making some stupid joke.
History Education: 11th grade Religion: Rowdy has no religion. Family: Melanie Grace Kline (mother, deceased- murdered) Malachi James Havok (father, deceased) Sean David Trainer (step-father, deceased- murdered) Lydia Aaliyah Havok-Trainer (older sister, deceased- murdered) Zacharia Davis Havok-Trainer (step-brother) Brandon Benjamin Havok-Trainer (twin brother) Stasya Marie Havok-Trainer (younger sister) Alan Emmett Havok-Trainer (younger brother) Jeremiah Malachi-Xavier Havok-Trainer (youngest brother) Popularity: Rowdy is known as a clown but he is a trust allay to anyone who needs it, as long as it means he doesn’t have to go against any of his friends or family. Early childhood experiences: Born Brian Elwin Havok on July 18th at about 3:45 AM, this was supposedly to be the seconds and last child that Melanie and Malachi Havok were going to have. He had one sibling; a sister. Her name was Lydia Aaliyah Havok and she was 7 years older than himself.
One fine day, a two year old Brian is told by his parents that he and Lydia are getting two more brothers or sisters in 3 months. He does not fully understand but he notices that Lydia seems very happy and eager to help their parents and he imitates her every word. He likes to help mommy and daddy when he can so he offers his every waking moment which, luckily, his parents take jocularly.
Sneakers slapped on pavement as a ten year old Rowdy jogs down the street. He is out for one purpose: Stasya has run away... again. While his mother, brother, and step-father search anxiously for her, Rowdy knows where to find her. He stops when he reaches the park about 3 miles form the house and walks over to a tall willow tree. He looks up, instantly spotting his sister. "Come on down, Stasya. It's just me." Stasya shakes her head vigorously, "No! I'm not going home!" Rowdy climbs up and sits on the branch next to her. "Yuck, me either! Let's just live in this tree. Forever!" He smiles. Stasya cocks her head curiously, "Really, Rowdy? Can we really live in the tree forever?" Rowdy looks around in imitated admiration, leaning against the trunk. "Yes. And we can eat bark and leaves... for all our meals everyday! And sleep right here on the branches." He nods, closing his eyes. Stasya's green eyes go wide as she gasps. "You mean...?! Eew! I don't wanna live in a tree! I wanna go home and eat pizza and sleep in my own bed!" Rowdy sits up, "Are you sure? I mean, are you really really sure?" Stasya thinks for a minute before hurrying out of the tree. "Yes! I don't wanna live in a treeeeee!!" she yells, running back home.
15 year old Rowdy stood waiting impatiently in line at a local gas station. People began to line up behind him as the man currently being helped took his sweet time doing whatever he was. "Can you hurry, man? There are other people waiting! Jesus!" Rowdy called impatiently. The woman at the register gasped suddenly, backing up as the man in front of the line held up a gun, "Everyone on the floor!" Rowdy stayed standing as the others around him hit the floor, screaming. He cocked his head curiously when the man looked at him. "No. Why should we? It won't stop you from killing anyone. It won't stop you from taking whatever you want. Will it?" he pointed out with a lazy shrug. The man pointed the barrel at Rowdy, "Well, it sure as hell ain't helping you any, is it?!" Rowdy snickered. "Sorry, dude, but you really should've thought this through! Number 1: While you were telling everyone to hit the floor, the cashier pushed the emergency button. The cops are on the way. Number 2: Your gun isn't loaded. I can tell it is too light to be loaded. Number 3: Me saying all this just made everyone realize that you're just a moron." The man's face was red as he stormed over to the teenage boy, pushing a round into the pistol. "HAPPY NOW," the man screamed, holding the gun to Rowdy and firing. Rowdy, always having great reflexes, ducked putting his arms over his face. He yelped and choked back a scream when the bullet struck his upper left arm. Financial situation: Middle class Relationships: Rowdy has been in too many relationships to count, and is usually the one who gets dumped because he puts his siblings first. Habits: Got Sharpie? Good, he’ll take it and he will draw! In fact, he’s the one who got Stasya into this habit and the sucking on the back of her throat, since he does that too. Health: Pretty fantastic, though he eats a lot of junk food.
Other: Hobbies: Having fun, playing the guitar, graffiti, playing guitar in his band Disiplyne Denied at bars and such. Skills: The guitar. Favorite Food: Sandwiches, for sure! Favorite Music: Rock, alternative, heavy metal. Favorite Books: That is what television is for… Favorite Movies: Anything except romances. Favorite Color: Black, white and grey Heroes: His siblings, Robert Trujillo. Pets: A tiny snake (five inches long) named Jack Skellington.
Rowdy showing off his guitar skills playing Aferlife by Avenged Sevenfold.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 28, 2009 14:45:58 GMT -5
Personal Name: Brandon Benjamin Havok-Trainer PB: Bam Margera Nicknames: Brandy, Bam Birthday: July 18 Age: 17 Grade: 11th Hometown: Los Angeles, California Gender: Male Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Six feet even Weight: 157 lbs Distinctive features: Many tattoos, including: Bam's knuckle tattoo, reading BOOK WORM with the 'O's filled with heartagrams.; a heart on his wrist; Bam's left arm Razorblade tattoo, done by THE Kat Don V; Bam's rib tattoo that is a heartagram chain; Bam's wrists tattoo thats says 'DILLIGAF', which stands for Do I Look Like I Give A Fuck; a tattoo that says "Sigillum Diaboli", which means "Devils Seal" in latin. Hair: Long, shaggy, and black. Eyes: Naturally brown, though he often wears blue contacts. How they dress: Like a skater punk. He wears baggy jeans, band tee-shirts, and Adida skateboarding shoes. Posture: Average. Not perfect but okay.
Personality Distinctive traits: Brandon can be a real jackass, doing just about anything. This kid should seriously be dead right now considering all the stupid stunts he's done with his friends. He lays down no boundaries and what he says goes, or else someone is going to regret it. Self image: He knows he can get away with any thing, he knows he has good looks. It's on the fence really. Dreams/goals: To become a professional skateboarder. Fears: He's terrified of snakes. Sense of humor: Any and everything. Ethics: He doesn't respect anyone or anything, nor does he think he should act any certain way in any certain place. Ethic don't exist with Brandy. First Impression: It all really depends. It can vary from a real jackass, to a pretty okay guy. It all depends on when you catch 'im.
History Education: Junior in high school, he was held back in 8th grade. Religion: None Family: Melanie Grace Kline (mother, deceased- murdered) Malachi James Havok (father, deceased) Sean David Trainer (step-father, deceased- murdered) Lydia Aaliyah Havok-Trainer (older sister, deceased- murdered) Zacharia Davis Havok-Trainer (step-brother) Brain Elwin "Rowdy" Havok-Trainer (twin brother) Stasya Marie Havok-Trainer (younger sister) Alan Emmett Havok-Trainer (younger brother) Jeremiah Malachi-Xavier Havok-Trainer (youngest brother) Popularity: He's quite popular since he basically runs the neighborhood with his sister and twin brother, and they're always on the news for some stupid stunt or prank pulled. Early childhood experiences: Financial situation: Middle class Relationships: Brandon is currently in a relationship with his childhood friend Alyssa, but he's considering dumping her. Habits: Bam has a tendency of running into walls and other hard surfaces, something that has stuck with him since he was 3. That is actually how he got his nickname "Bam". Health: Pretty great when he doesn't have a broken or sprained something or another from skateboarding.
Other: Hobbies: Skateboarding, making and editing videos, causing trouble, pushing his limits. Skills: See hobbies. ;P Favorite Food: Bam’s favorite food is any thing toasted; a toasted bagel with mayo, lettuce, and tomato. Favorite Music: Bam likes rock, heavy metal, punk, and alternative. His favorite band is HIM. Favorite Books: Reading is one thing Brandon doesn't do... Unless you count his ICP comic books. Favorite Movies: Good Will Hunting, Robin Hood: Men in Tights, Mall Rats, and The Lost Boys. Favorite Color: Black and red. Heroes: No one really.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 28, 2009 15:28:42 GMT -5
Personal Name: Nathaniel Lucian Thomas PB: Alex Evans Nicknames: Nathan, Natty, Nat Birthday: January 29, 1992 Age: 17 Grade: 11th grade Hometown: Quebec, Canada Gender: Male Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Five feet, ten inches Weight: 112 lbs Distinctive features: The lower left corner and the lower right corner of his lips are pierced and he has a tattoo of a tribal, black sun on the back of his neck. His left eye is almost completely blind from an 'accident' with his father, the only way he can see through it is with his contact lens. Hair: Black; covers his ears. Eyes: Blue How they dress: Nathaniel tends to wear a lot of long sleeve shirts (or a short sleeve and a hoodie) and jeans to cover up the scars from the physical abuse he receives from his father. Posture: He stands up straight but slouches slightly when he sits so he can lay his arms on the table.
Personality Distinctive traits: Nathaniel is quiet as death and painfully shy. He doesn’t talk to strangers and it takes forever to get him to talk openly with someone and consider them a friend. He is very negative and his motto is ‘all good things come to an end.’ Can you blame him for the way he is, though? Self image: If you get told you’re nothing but a lousy, unloved, useless piece of trash long enough, you begin to believe it. Nathaniel no longer cares about himself. He would commit suicide if he didn’t think he’s dad would murder him one night in his sleep. Dreams/goals: He has none. Why should he? Fears: Nathaniel has no real fear anymore. He is used to the abuse, the teasing, his sister being gone… What more is there to fear after losing your only loved one, having no friends and everyone teasing you for something they don’t understand, and having your father beat you until you’re unconscious daily? Sense of humor: It doesn’t exist with Nathaniel. He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t even smile. Ethics: He doesn’t talk to anyone so he doesn’t really have the need for ethics. First Impression: Why would anyone want to talk to Nathaniel? People avoid him like the plague all because he always looks like something the vultures dragged in. Everyone thinks he does it all to himself.
History Education: 11th grade Religion: None Family: Mother: Anamarie Ophilia Williams. She died shortly after giving birth to Nathaniel so he never got to know her. Father: Ryan Gregory Thomas. Ryan a sergeant major in the military. He is not very fond of his son, since Nathaniel killed his mother at birth, and doesn't give the slightest care what happens to him. Siblings: Carly Willow Thomas. She is five years older than him and was the closest friend Nathaniel ever had until she moved to New York to go to college and live with her family. Popularity: He is known the self-abused, quiet hermit that no one likes around school. Early childhood experiences: Birth: A woman held a baby boy in her arms, making sure the blanket was wrapped around him and keeping him warm. She looked up at her husband and smiled, the couple couldn't have been happier. "What's his name," a little five year old girl asked, sitting in a chair next to the hospital bed. "Nathaniel. Nathaniel Lucian Thomas," the woman said softly. Suddenly, the woman shifted uncomfortably as pain started to increase every where. She gave her baby boy to the doctors and they took him and Carly out of the room. "Ana, what's wrong," her husband asked, eyes wide with fear. Anamarie groaned and tossed on the bed, doctors and nurses crowding around her. The heart rate monitor pulsed faced and faster until it was letting out one long, shrill beep ; Anamarie was gone. Ryan stood froze in place, eyes brimming with tears. "I'm sorry, she's gone," one of the nurses apologized, her face grim.
Five Years: Nathaniel loved school. He hated the work but he enjoyed being their. Yeah, people teased him and made fun of him but it meant he wasn't at home with his father. The one thing Nathaniel hated most was being at home. When he was at home, it was boot camp. Literally. Since his father is in the military he always filled his two children's spare time with drills and orders; they weren't even allowed to call him dad. They always had to call him Sir or Ryan. If the teachers would've allowed it, Nathan would've lived in his elementary school. "Class, tomorrow is Soldier Appreciation Day. We're going to have a sergeant major Ryan Thomas and a few of his soldiers come in and talk about the war. The will even give us some drills to do on the playground," the teacher announced cheerfully, as she always did. The blood drained from Nathan's face. 'I won't be here,' he thought to himself.
Nine Years: Nathan sat in the corner behind the couch, it was a tight squeeze but he managed just fine. There were bruises and red marks on his face and arms; they stung. "Boy, come out of there or you're going to get more," his father threatened. Nathan squished himself lower to the floor and into a smaller ball. He knew that, even if he came out, he would get more. He looked at his bruised arms and his teeth chattered in fear. 'Someone help me,' Nathan screamed in his mind, too afraid to actually say anything. He looked up and gasped sharply as the huge figure of his father advanced and reached behind the couch. Nathan jumped up and ran for the front of the house. "What'd I do," he screamed, feeling the tears roll down his cheeks. His father didn't answer, all Nathan heard was the combat boots thudding on the wood floor. Nathan panicked, his breath coming in fast pumps and his heart going a million miles a minute. He turned and felt around the wall for the door knob, whining childishly when he thought it had disappeared completely. Finally, to Nathan's relief, he found the door knob and jerked the door open, running out and down the street until he could run no more.
Fourteen Years: "Natty, hold still," Carly ordered, holding her brother's face in her hands and examining his eye. "Just let me go and give me back the ice pack," Nathan muttered, reaching for the plastic bag of ice on the bathroom counter. "How did he do this," Carly asked, ignoring her brother's request. Nathaniel froze for a minute, remembering what had happened almost half an hour ago. "Uhm, rather not say." Carly sighed and gave the ice pack back to Nathaniel. "We need to get you to the hospital so they can check you out. I'm not a doctor but I think it looks pretty bad," she said, taking her keys from her pocket. "I'm not going out there if he is still there," Nathaniel insisted, frantically taking two steps away from the door. After a few minutes, Nathaniel was sitting in the passenger seat of his sister's used car with an ice pack to his left eye as they drove to the hospital. "How come he's never like this with you," he grumbled, looking out the window. "I get where he's coming from with this so you have to see it from his side, Natty. When mom gave birth to you, only moments after, she died. Giving birth to you killed her and that's how Ryan sees it." Carly looked at her brother sympathetically. "Yeah, I guess. But that doesn't give him the right to treat me like trash, I'm still his kid!" Carly exhaled through her nose, "He sees you as… the demon child. You know all those religious things people have? Like, the evil child or whatever. That's how he sees it." Nathan grunted in distaste. "So, now I'm the demon child. Great," he growled through clenched teeth.
Fifteen Years: Nathaniel sat on the high school campus during his lunch break and examined his arms where his short sleeve shirt didn't cover. There were bruises and scars since his father had become more abusive of him over the years. Nathan had just learned to cope with it and creep around the house like an abused animal, which he was. Most of the kids in his school thought the bruises and scars were self inflicted and avoided him like the plague. 'Typical high scholars, ready to judge by first sight,' was what Nathaniel always said. So what if they didn't want to get to know him and understand? So what if Nathaniel no longer had anyone he could trust since Carly went off to college? Nathaniel didn't need anyone, just himself. That was his biggest lie, his biggest pretend. Nathaniel longed for someone he could trust that would help him through his father's attacks without judging him. But people like that just don't exist; everyone judges and Nathaniel knew he was alone. He looked up at the kids around him and shrugged at each of the dirty looks they gave him.
Seventeen Years: "No, please, no, Nikki." Nathaniel shook his head and looked and the lifeless form of his friend laying on the cement parking lot of the 7-11. Her siblings crowded around her, each one unable to comprehend what had happened and not willing to believe it. "What happened," Nathaniel asked no one in particular. "There was a robbery and she got in the way. The robber took out his gun and shot her when she refused to move," a police officer explained, writing something on a notepad. 'Of course, I should've seen this coming,' Nathaniel scolded himself. 'People like me just aren't allowed to have anything nice. I should know this by now!' He sat on the curb when everything seemed to spin; could he actually have lost the first person he actually ever cared for as more than a friend. Michael, Nikki's twin, looked up at Nathaniel and made a face, "Nat, stop it." Nathaniel's forehead creased in confusion, "Stop what?" Michael rolled his eyes, "I know what you're thinking. We've known you long enough to know what you think." Michael made a face when he thought of what he had said. "Well, it’s the truth. People like me aren't allowed to have anything nice. Just look at my past," Nathaniel sighed. "People like you need something nice," Michael argued. "Then why am I the anti-Midas?! Tell me that," Nathaniel demanded. "Your attitude attracts bad things. Try being positive," Michael said. Nathaniel rolled his eyes and slouched, putting his elbows in his knees.
Financial situation: Middle class Relationships: He began to have one with his friend Nikki but she died in a shooting at a 7-11. Habits: Nathaniel draws on his hands a lot. He just loves art so he is always drawing, sketching, doodling, painting, and taking photography. Health: Alright. He always looks like crap but his health is pretty okay.
Other: Hobbies: Art, art, art. Nathaniel is always drawing. He always likes to play the piano. Skills: Playing the piano (he taught himself) and art of all kinds. Favorite Food: Oranges. Favorite Music: Anything that reaches him and seems to fit him well, which is mostly My Chemical Romance. Favorite Books: Fiction. Favorite Movies: Pay It Forward and Twilight. Favorite Color: Grey Heroes: My Chemical Romance…
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 28, 2009 16:15:41 GMT -5
;;This Is Your Pain Killer [/i][/u][/right] Personal Name: Katelyn Shae AbernathyPB: UnknownNicknames: Katie, Kate, KitKat, KSA, KatBirthday: June 14th, 1992Age: SixteenGrade: FreshmanHometown: New Orleans, LouisianaGender: FemaleeOrientation: StraightPhysical Appearance Height: 5’ 2”Weight: 102 lbsHair: Long (coming to her mid-back), black, and teased at the top.Eyes: Blue like the sea after a storm.How they dress: Katelyn dresses in between tomboy and girly. Some would call her style goth, emo, or skater but she prefers to simply call it KSA style.Posture: Straight as a toothpick.Personality Distinctive traits: Something you never want to make Katelyn is mad. She is a fighter when she needs to be and she always wins. Would you like to know why? At the beginning of every fight, Katelyn will give the opponent one bit of advise. ‘You wanna fight? Okay fine. Punch right in the face. Make it a good one, now, because it is the only one you’re going to get in.’ Her face is the most sensitive spot and really sends her into a frenzy when she blacks out and loses control. She doesn’t lose consciousness, just control. No one ever knows how long this lasts since it has varied from half an hour to a good four hours. She also loses it when she is mad to a certain point. To keep control, Katelyn usually has to take a pill in the morning or risk it all. Some people would refer to this sort of situation as sort of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde kind of thing. When Katelyn is in this phase, people refer to her as Aidan Rowdy. Self image: Katelyn’s self image is low. She doesn’t have much confidence in herself and knows she is quite shy. She thinks she is pretty okay looking but probably not as attractive as some other girls.Dreams/goals: To overcome her fear of people and her stage-fright and become a musician, maybe put a band together. If that doesn’t happen, though, Katelyn would love to be a teacher.Fears: Large crowds. Katelyn is painfully shy so she is naturally afraid of large groups of people. That and she is afraid she will lose control and hurt somebody.Sense of humor: Dry and sarcastic but she also teases a lot; all in good spirit of course.Ethics: Katelyn thinks that it is best to be polite in the presence of parents, teachers, and in higher societies. Sometimes, though, she doesn’t follow her own thoughts.First Impression: No one is really sure what to think of Katelyn upon her first impression. She always looked like a happy-go-lucky person and fun person to be around (which she is), but, since she is so shy, after meeting her no one is positive and usually requires a second interaction chance to see what they really think of her.History Education: She dropped out for a while then re-entered school. She is currently in the 9th grade.Religion: None. Katelyn is not a religious person.Family: Left her on the streets when she was 3 years old. She hasn’t seen or heard from her parents since. Though, she found out she has a brother whom was also on the streets for a few years. Now, the two are inseperable.Popularity: Most people know who she is because of what her dual personality can get her into but she doesn’t have a huge amount of friends.Early childhood experiences:Age Three A small girl rides in the backseat of a car, her window rolled down and blowing her silky black hair around her face. In the back and the trunk of the car is stacks and stacks of boxes. She giggles and looked at her parents in the front seat, they are smiling but the girl knows that something is wrong beside the fact that they had to pack everything they owned and leave their house forever. ‘I love you,’ she smiles widely. Her parents just looked at her and nod before the car pulls over to the sidewalk. ‘Uhm, Katelyn? Can you run and fetch us a newspaper,’ the girl’s father asks. Katelyn smiled and opens her car door, ‘Yes, daddy!’ She runs over to the box of newspapers, her backpack bouncing up and down on her shoulders, and turned. The car is gone. Katelyn’s smile disappears and she takes a slow step forward to where the car had been. ‘Mommy? Daddy?’
Age Five ‘Come on little sweetie, I won’t hurt you, Katelyn,’ a man said calmly, advancing on a young child and taking a long drink from the bottle of whiskey. ‘No! Please leave me alone,’ the little girl plead, her voice cracking in fear. The man continued to advance, stinking of alcohol and cigarette smoke. The little girl whined and took another step back into the dead-end ally. ‘Somebody, please! Help,’ she screamed, wide cloudy blue eyes brimming with fearful tears. The man was right in front of her and her back was pressed up as close as she could get to against the brick wall, her eyes shut tight. The man put a cold hand on her shoulder and the girl’s eyes snapped open as an ear piercing scream erupted from her throat. ‘SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME,’ she screamed louder and more terrified than before, the tears gushing from her eyes and loud sobs making her shake worse than before she had been crying. She edged toward the other wall, hoping to get across and tripped, falling on her elbow. The man still came at her drunkenly, now talking even more slurred and indistinctly. Katelyn snapped her eyes shut and curled into a ball, screaming for help and sobbing hopelessly. ‘Hey, leave that kid alone,’ a male voice hollered from the end of the ally. Running footsteps grew louder until they seemed right next to Katelyn. Katelyn quivered, too afraid to look at what was going on as the two males bickered loudly. She cried out in fear when the crack of bone echoed and someone screamed in agonizing pain. She heard the struggle of the two people go on until it went quiet except for the tired panting of one person. Katelyn peeked on eye open to see what had happened. The drunken man was laying on the ground and towering over him stood a boy. The boy looked at Katelyn worriedly. ‘Hey, are you okay?’ Katelyn whimpered in fear as the boy took a step toward her. ‘It’s okay. I’m Jeremiah, what’s your name?’ Katelyn opened both her eyes and slowly uncurled, ‘K-Katelyn.’ Jeremiah smiled lightly. ‘I’m 13, how old are you?’ Katelyn thought for a minute. ‘I’m five.’ She smiled.
Age Eight ‘Are you sure this will work,’ a girl asked, looking up at a sixteen year old boy. ‘Yes, who could ever suspect you?’ he replied slyly, ‘Now, come on Kate.’ Katelyn didn’t move. ‘B-but I’ve never stolen before, Jeremiah,’ she cried. Jeremiah slapped his hand over Katelyn’s mouth. ‘Shh! You mean to tell me you haven’t stolen before and you’ve lived on the streets for five years?’ Katelyn nodded warily. She knew she didn’t want to make Jeremiah mad or disobey him because, if she did, he might hit her. Jeremiah groaned, ‘Just grab it, put it in your pocket, and walk out like nothing happened. It will be okay and I’m right here.’ Katelyn bit her lip and nodded. She walked into the store and walked around for a little while. After she had gone down each aisle, she went back to the one farthest from the cash registers. She looked at all the different kinds of candy before settling on one, a King-Size Kit-Kat bar. She stuffed two under her shirt and secured them before walking out of the store and back to her friend. She sighed in relief when no one tried to stop her and gave one of the bars to Jeremiah. ‘Jeremy, I did it! I did it, Jeremy,” Katelyn said excitedly. Jeremiah smiled, ‘I know, good job, Kate!’ He picked her up and spun her around, the two laughing happily.
Age Eleven ‘Stop bossing me around, Jeremiah! I’m not your puppet so stop taking advantage of me!’ Jeremiah glared, his eyes were two pieces of pale green ice. ‘I taught you everything you know and this is how you pay me back?! When I found you, you were cowering in an ally about to get raped by some drunk guy, Katelyn! Do you remember that? Do you remember that I was the one who saved you’ he hissed acidly. Katelyn flinched. ‘Yeah but –‘ Katelyn blinked as Jeremiah slapped her across the face. Her vision blurred and began to fade. She gasped and no longer felt anything. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear, she couldn’t feel. She wasn’t sure how long it was before everything came back but now it was dark and Jeremiah was unconscious on the ground. Katelyn looked at her hands, covered in his blood, and began to shake. ‘W-what happened,’ she wondered aloud. She leaned over Jeremiah; he was still breathing. Katelyn stood up and walked away, gaining speed until she was running and crying.
Age Fourteen A teenage girl ran a pale hand through her long, black hair, looked at the school in front of her with nervous blue eyes and said the name again, ‘Foggy Hallow Academy.’ She half smiled and walked onto campus, ducking her head and trying her best to be invisible. Ever since her incident with Jeremiah, she had become almost completely anti-social and shy. She hadn’t talked to him after it and hoped he was doing okay since he was the only real friend she had really had after being left by her parents. She had been to school before but then just stopped going because people teased her for being homeless. Jeremiah taught her how to read and do math and other such intellectual requirements she may’ve needed in the future after she dropped out. Though Katelyn wasn't ging to school to learn this time. This time, she was going to meet someone. His name was Terrence and she was told he is her brother. Katelyn sat down on the bench he had described in a phone call. She took a deep breath and waited. "Are you Katelyn?" She looked up suddenly at the boy and nodded. "Are you Terrence," she asked. The boy nodded, "But call me TJ. Everyone calls me TJ." He smiled. Katelyn grinned, "How old are you, TJ?" TJ yawned and sat down, "I'm twelve. You're fourteen, right?" Katelyn nodded. "And you're my sister?" Katelyn nodded again, smiling. "And you were also ditched by our parents?" Katelyn frowned now but nodded. "I was three," she remembered. TJ's eyes went wide, "Me, too!" Katelyn blinked. "Jeeze, what jerks our parents were! They had two kids then just left them on the streets when they were three?" TJ rolled his eyes, "I know, right."Financial situation: PoorHabits: Katelyn has a habit of chewing on her lip or her lip piercing or even on her pencil. She doesn’t know why she does it, she just does.Health: Katelyn’s heath is pretty average. She isn’t in great heath but she isn’t in terrible health. She eats a lot of junk food and isn’t very active.Other Hobbies: Katelyn loves writing and has written a few stories but those have never left her notebooks or been seen by anyone but her. Another one of Katelyn’s hobbies is graffiti, she absolutely loves it.Skills: Katelyn is great in fights and pretty much always wins. She is a great writer and she knows that but she is just too afraid to let anyone else know.Favorite Food: Chinese and sushi. Katelyn could probably live off of Chinese food and sushi.Favorite Music: Metal and classical. Ludwig Van Beethoven and Judas Priest are her favorite two musicians.Favorite Books: Katelyn doesn’t really like reading much but, if she is reading, it’s typically a classic or something about the paranormal.Favorite Movies: Katelyn likes horror movies like IT, Quarantine, Resident Evil, and Jaws.Favorite Color: Blue and greenHero: Jeremiah. Otherwise, no one.[/size] [/center]
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 28, 2009 16:57:52 GMT -5
;;Feelin’ Like A Freak On A Leash [/i][/u][/right] Personal Name: Terrence Justin AbernathyPB: Grant Berry (FrescoAgua of YouTube)Nicknames: TJ, T-BoneBirthday: June 18th, 1994Age: FourteenGrade: 9thHometown: New Orleans, LouisianaGender: BoyOrientation: StraightPhysical Appearance Height: Four feet, eleven inchesWeight: 100 lbsHair: Black with dark brown highlights; covers his ears.Eyes: Grey blueHow they dress: TJ is a skateboarder so wears a lot of beanies, skinny jeans, and printed tee-shirts.Posture: AveragePersonality Distinctive traits: TJ is a big dork. He likes to have fun and won’t let anything stand in his way. He is a very competitive boy and will compete in almost anyway. He is bi-polar, being a sweet boy one minute then screaming at you the next.Self image: TJ acts like a conceited little brat but he isn’t. His self image is healthy.Dreams/goals: To become a famous skateboarder. Or, at the very least, meet one.Fears: The fuzz. He doesn’t want to go to jail but, in order to live, theft is sorta part of life.Sense of humor: TJ is a goofball. He says some stupid things and is just a dork.Ethics: ”What’s that mean?!!”First Impression: TJ tries to act like a bad-ass when meeting new people because he isn’t really ever interested in meeting anyone. Though, after a while, he just gets bored and starts being himself which typically drags people in and causes them to like his personality.History Education: 9th grade drop outReligion: None.Family: Left him on the streets when he was 3 years old. He hasn’t seen or heard from his parents since then but his learned about his sister Katelyn. He met her a couple years ago and the two have become as thick as thieves.Popularity: TJ is popular for being quick on his feet and swiping a lot from stores without getting caught. Early childhood experiences: TJ has forgotten most of his past since he wound up getting amnesia and intentionally forgetting most of it. All he really remembers are things about himself and the fact he was ditched by his parents when he was three years old. Financial situation: PoorHabits: TJ tends to have random outbursts. His personal favorite is ‘NACHOS!’ and ‘CUBA!’ Health: TJ has pretty great health for living in the streets. He makes sure he is fit so he can run from the cops when the need comes and so he can haul ass out of the store he has just robbed. He eats a lot of junk food but that doesn’t seem to have much effect on him. Other Hobbies: TJ loves skateboarding and surfing.Skills: Skateboarding and stealing.Favorite Food: Cocoa Pebbles and Fruity Pebbles.Favorite Music: Rock. His favorite band is Nirvana.Favorite Books: ”Ew. Who the hell reads anymore? God, losers, that is what tv is for! Duhhh.”Favorite Movies: Anything as long as it isn’t a romance.Favorite Color: NavyHero: His sister.[/size] [/center]
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 28, 2009 17:03:33 GMT -5
Personal Name: Michael Fox Grant PB:Trevor Morgan Nicknames: Mikey, Mike, Fox Birthday: October 26, 1993 Age: 15 Grade: 9th Hometown: Cripple Creek, Colorado Gender: Male Orientation: Heterosexual or straight
Physical Appearance Height: Five feet, seven inches Weight: 128 lbs Distinctive features: Hair: Long –covers his ears- and brown Eyes: Dull grey How they dress: Michael will wear almost anything that is a dark color but mostly black, dark blue, and red. He is always found wearing a pair of jeans, no matter if the weather is freezing cold or blazing hot. Posture: Michael does not have good posture and tends to slouch a lot.
Personality Distinctive traits: Michael is a happy-go-lucky, laid back person. When you first see him, he is shy and quiet but, when you get to know him, you can’t get him to shut up. He can be a humorous person and loves joking around, making stupid jokes. Self image: Michael doesn’t really think all that much of himself. He doesn’t have much confidence in himself, which is why he chooses stupid jokes to break the ice. Dreams/goals: To get through high school alive and with his sanity intact. Michael’s dream is to be in a band or orchestra since he loves music so much. Fears: Needles. He is./b]Sense of humor:[/b] Michael likes turning dull and dreary situations into something that will make people laugh. Whether that means he blurts out a ridiculous and random phrase or he just says something totally stupid, he’s just trying to get people to laugh. Ethics:First Impression: The first impression Michael usually makes can seem goofy HistoryEducation: Currently, 9th grade. Religion: Christian Family: Mother: Abigail Marie Wilson, 36, American Father: Matty Mikkel Grant, 38, German Popularity: Michael is known as the class clown, otherwise he isn’t really all that popular. Early childhood experiences: Not much really. Michael homeschooled for 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th grade before going back to public school but that is about it. Financial situation: Middle class Relationships: Michael has actually never been in a real relationship before. He is sick of hearing the B.S. people give him about it being sweet or whatever when he tells them. He has better things to worry about than finding the one. After all, he’s only fifteen years old. Habits: He chews on his nails and if he gets his hands on a Sharpie he will draw on any and everything in sight. Health: Très magnifique! Other:Hobbies: Playing guitar or bass and video games. Skills: Since the age of three, Michael has shown a great interest and aptitude for musical instruments. When he was four, he had mastered the piano. When he was six and has mastered the drums. When he was nine he had mastered the guitar. By fifteen he had the bass and violin down. Favorite Food: Mexican! Michael absolutely loves a good, spicy taco. Favorite Music: Michael absolutely loves music. He mostly listens to rock, metal, and alternative, however. The only kind of music he cannot stand country or Irish bagpipes. Favorite Books: Anything in the horror or action genre. It has to hold his attention or he’ll just die of boredom. Favorite Movies: More of the horror and action but he likes comedies, too. It takes a lot to get Michael really spooked and he usually gets more surprised than actually scared; but if you can find a movie that will make him jump three feet in the air in fright, he’s hooked. Favorite Color: Black, maroon, and navyHeroes: James Hetfield and Robert Trujillo; Jeff Dunham, Peanut, and Achmed.[/size] [/center]
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 28, 2009 19:14:18 GMT -5
Personal Name: Amanda Malachi Sanders PB: Unknown Nicknames: Aim, Mandy, Manda, Amy Birthday: December 24, 1990 Age: 18 Grade: Drop out Hometown: Leipzig, Germany Gender: Grrl Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Five feet, seven inches Weight: 118 lbs Distinctive features: Her right eyebrow, lower left corner of her lip and her ears are pierced. Theirs is also a tattoo of a black butterfly on her left shoulder. Hair: Black with blond and light brown highlights; comes to her shoulders. Eyes: Pale, icy blue with icy green flecks. How they dress: Amanda dresses very grungy but also kind of gothic. She likes the classic Disney characters and owns about a million tee-shirts of Mickey Mouse. She also has a Tinker Bell necklace from her first trip to Disney World when she was 6, she wears it almost all the time. Posture: Amanda stands pretty straight.
Personality Distinctive traits: Amanda is a pretty bad person but she isn’t a jerk. She’s just done a lot of bad things in her past. Self image: Amanda knows she’s a bad kid and loves it 100%. Dreams/goals: Amanda doesn’t really have an dreams or goals as of now. She’s always pretty much been a ‘go-with-the-flow’ type of girl. Fears: That something will happen and she won’t be able to be friends with the Kaulitz family anymore. Sense of humor: Amanda love to tease her friends, all in good spirit. She teases everyone, though, just different classes of teasing per class of person. Ethics: Don’t exist with Amanda. First Impression: Strange enough, most like Amanda based on her first impression. She is quiet at first then builds up to her talkative self. It takes longer depending on the situation of who you are and where. The bar is the best place to meet Amanda.
History Education: 9th grade drop out. Religion: None Family: Annalise Jane Smith (mother) Eric Benjamin Sanders (father) Christina Shae Sanders (twin sister) Popularity: Amanda is pretty popular. Of course, she mostly has the Kaulitz-Trumper family to thank for that. Early childhood experiences: 1990, the year Annalise Sanders gave birth to a 2 beautiful baby girls. The eldest -by 15 minutes- had small grey eyes and blond hair. She was named Amanda Malachi Sanders. A short 15 minutes later, Amanda's sister Christina was born. The two were inseparable until their parents got divorced, they were 5. One year later, Amanda met two boys names Bill and Tom Kaulitz. They became close as family, Simone a second mom. Mandy got to stay with her Mom in their home in Germany for 6 years. Amanda spent those 6 years going to school, learning her normal subject with the extra French and English classes, and hanging out with the Kaulitz-Trumper family. Shortly after summer began, Amanda ran into a couple of familiar people in the shopping market: Her sister Christina and their Dad. Now, twins are together and happy again, living with their divorced parents in between America and Germany. She started smoking at 13, had her first beer at 15, and did her first drug at 16. Also at the age of 16, she went to jail for a month for hanging around a couple of guys that sold marijuana. Financial situation: Middle class Relationships: Too many to count or remember. Habits: Amanda sometimes randomly burst into song. She loves music. Health: Pretty bad. She smokes, done drugs, gets drunk an awful lot, and has been to jail a few times. So, as you can see, her health could be better.
Other: Hobbies: Getting into trouble, having fun, smoking. Skills: Getting into trouble! Favorite Food: Grapefruit. Amanda could live off of grapefruit covered in sugar. Favorite Music: Rock, metal, screamo. He favorite bands are Bullet For My Valentine and Tokio Hotel. Favorite Books: Anything about the paranormal, including vampires and werewolves. Favorite Movies: Pay It Forward is her #1 favorite movie. Otherwise, she likes movies like Quarantine and Cloverfield. Favorite Color: Orange and pale green. Heroes: Amy Lee, Happy Bunny, GIR, and Invader Zim. Car: Amanda drives a black, coverable Mustang. A 16th birthday gift from Tom Kaulitz.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 29, 2009 18:20:57 GMT -5
Personal Name: Christina Shae Sanders PB: Unknown Nicknames: Chris, Chrissie, and Christi Birthday: December 24, 1990 Age: 18 Grade: 12th grade Hometown: Leipzig, Germany Gender: Girl Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Five feet, six inches Weight: 120 lbs Distinctive features: Her right nostril is pierced and there is a 1.5 inch tall tattoo of a white rose on her left wrist. Hair: Black, comes a couple inches past her shoulders. Eyes: Very pale green How they dress: Gothic but feminine. Posture: Christina has almost perfect posture. She has a hard time slouching.
Personality Distinctive traits: Christina is very quiet. It takes a little while for you to warm up to her. If you eventually do and don’t see her for a while, all your work has gone to waste. But, on the bright side, it takes a little less longer for her to get comfortable around you again. She is just a sweet, caring girl, otherwise. Self image: Fine. She could think higher of herself but it’s okay. Dreams/goals: Though she would never admit it, to marry Tom Kaulitz one day. She has had a major crush on him since she first met him but has always been too afraid to admit it. Fears: That something will happen to Amanda or she won’t be able to be friends with the Kaulitz family anymore. Sense of humor: Christina laughs a lot. She loves a good joke as long as it isn’t racist or sexist. Ethics: Christina can’t be mean. If she sees someone in need, she would gladly give them the shirt off her back, if the needed it. Everyone receives respect from this girl. First Impression: She is hard to not like but also hard to like since she is so shy.
History Education: The 12th grade Religion: Partial Christian. She isn’t very religious, however. Family: Annalise Jane Smith (mother) Eric Benjamin Sanders (father) Amanda Malachi Sanders (twin sister) Popularity: Christina was very popula when she lived in Australia but, after she moved back to Germany, she lost all popularty except for the popularity she received from being Amanda’s twin fro being a friend of Bill and Tom. Early childhood experiences: 1990, the year Annalise Sanders gave birth to a 2 beautiful baby girls. The younger -by 15 minutes- had small grey eyes and no hair. She was named Christina Jaden Sanders. 15 minutes before, Christina's twin sister Amanda was born. The two were inseparable until their parents got divorced, they were 7. Chris had to go with their Dad as they moved between America and Australia for 6 years. Christina spent those 6 years going to school, learning her normal subject with the extra French and German classes. Shortly after summer began, Chrissy and her Dad went to visit Germany after her never-ending pleas. There, they wound up bumping into Amanda and Annalise. Amanda couldn’t wait to introduce Christina to her best friends Bill and Tom. Christina instantly had a crush on Tom. Financial situation:Middle class Relationships: Christina has had only one previous relationship, but the guy was just using her. Habits: She chews on her nails. A lot. Health: Perfect. Christina isn’t fond of hospitals or doctors so she tries to stay as healthy as possible.
Other: Hobbies: Listening to music, writing. Skills: Christina is pretty good at being so innocent and sweet that she pretty much gets whatever she wants. Favorite Food: Pizza and spaghetti Favorite Music: Rock and classical. Her favorite band is Tokio Hotel. Favorite Books: Twilight. She likes action/adventure books. Favorite Movies: Action/adventures and comedies. Favorite Color: Purple and pale blue Heroes: Her sister. Car: Christina drives a black Mustang GT with white racing stripes. A 16th birthday gift from Tom Kaulitz.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 30, 2009 16:34:43 GMT -5
Personal Name: Tomas Kaulitz-Trümper PB: Tom Kaulitz Nicknames: Tom, Tomi Birthday: September 1, 1989 Age: 19 Grade: Graduated Hometown: Leipzig, Germany. He and his brother now live between Hamburg, Germany (which is where their studio is) and Beverly Hills, California in the United States. Gender: Male Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Five feet, seven inches Weight: 110 lbs Distinctive features: A piercing in the left corner of his lower lip. Hair: Dirty blonde; dreaded and about a meter long. Eyes: Dark brown How they dress: Baggy jeans and baggy shirts. Posture: Average
Personality Distinctive traits: Tom is cool & funny, he always has a witty answer ready and a genial disposition. He likes to say that he’s the boss of the band and the real heartbreaker. He doesn’t step back from one-night stands with groupies (according to him) and think they can be romantic. Self image: Fine. He doesn’t love himself to death but he doesn’t hate himself. Dreams/goals: Just to keep up with Tokio Hotel and reach as many people as long as possible. Fears: Getting a major illness. Sense of humor: Tom always has a witty answer ready. Sometimes it can be a harsh answer, sometimes it isn’t. Ethics: First Impression: He’s a major celebrity, how does his first impression matter? If he weren’t a celebrity, his first impression would be cool and charming. If you are into those kinds of people, Tom would definitely be an instant friend.
History Education: High school grad Religion: None Family: Mother Simone Kaulitz, a freelance tailor and artist. Father: His parents divorced when he and Bill were 7 years old. Their biological father’s name is Jörg Kaulitz. Step-Father: Gordon Trümper, a guitarist in the rock band Fatun who inspired the twins to start doing music. He also owns a music school called Rock’s Cool. Siblings: A twin brother named Bill who was born 10 minutes after him. Three younger siblings (whom are triplets): Abyssina Kenner Kaulitz (whom is a famous skater), Wesley J Kaulitz, and Mollie-Anne Kaulitz. Popularity: He’s the guitarist of a major, German band. How much more popular can a guy get? Early childhood experiences: His parents divorced when he and Bill were 7 years old. Tom got his first guitar from Gordon at the age of 9. That’s when he and Bill began their musical career. By age 14, Germany was beginning to get a taste of a future hit. Only months after turning 19, Tokio Hotel won Best New Artist in the American Video Music Awards. Financial situation: Upper class Relationships: Tom has had as many relationship, almost, as he’s had one night stands with groupies. Habits: He tends to say his comebacks without thinking. Health: Couldn’t be better! Tom tries to keep himself in the best physical condition as possible.
Other: Hobbies: Parties, playing the guitar, graffiti. Skills: Playing the guitar. Tom loves it. Favorite Food: Pizza and spaghetti. Tom is a huge fan of fast-food in general and he will never eat something he doesn’t know. His favorite drinks are cola, strawberry nesquik. Favorite Music: Hip-hop, especially German. His favorite artist is Samy Deluxe (one of the most successful and influential German hip hop singers). His favorite song is ‘Drop it like it’s hot’ (by Snoop Dogg & Pharell Williams). Favorite Books: Tom doesn’t really have the time to read and he has never really been a big fan of it. Favorite Movies: Favorite Color: Blue and black. Heroes: His step-dad. Car: Tom owns a black Cadillac.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 30, 2009 16:52:48 GMT -5
Personal Name: Bill Kaulitz-Trümper. Not William! PB: Bill Kaulitz Nicknames: None; he says he doesn’t need any as his name is short enough. Though, Gustav, Georg, and Tom sometimes call him Billa. Birthday: September 1, 1989 Age: 19 Grade: Graduated Hometown: Leipzig, Germany. He and his brother now live between Hamburg, Germany (which is where their studio is) and Beverly Hills, California in the United States. Gender: Male Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Five feet, eight inches Weight: 110 lbs Distinctive features: Two piercings - one in the eyebrow (since the age of 12) and one in his tongue (14); Three tattoos - one with the band logo on the back of his neck ( since he was 15) and a star on the right hip (since he was almost 17). To celebrate his 18th birthday, he got a tattoo on his left inner forearm which reads Freiheit 89 (Freedom 89) which celebrates the year he was born and the fact that he is now, at 18, an adult. Hair: Dirty blonde; dyed black with blonde streaks at the moment. Eyes: Brown How they dress: Rock’n’roll. Lots of chains, Rock Royalty tee-shirts, and jeans. Posture: Average
Personality Distinctive traits: Bill is very open-minded, friendly, egoistical, extremely talkative, ambitious, sensitive and romantic. He describes himself as an “insider” (German: “Drinni”), because he’d rather spend time slouching inside the house than go outside and get some fresh air. He’s not a fan of exploring nature. He says he can be vain sometimes. He is the creative part of the band and writes most of the lyrics. Bill is also completely un-sporty. He admits he is lazy and could sleep his entire life away if he had the chance. Self image: Great. Dreams/goals: Just to keep up with Tokio Hotel and reach as many people for as long as possible. Fears: Getting a major illness. Sense of humor: Bill is just a big goofball. Ethics: First Impression: He’s a major celebrity, how does his first impression matter? If he weren’t a celebrity, his first impression would be fun. He tries to relate to everyone he meets and tends to come off as a dorky teenager.
History Education: High school grad Religion: None Family: Mother Simone Kaulitz, a freelance tailor and artist. Father: His parents divorced when he and Bill were 7 years old. Their biological father’s name is Jörg Kaulitz. Step-Father: Gordon Trümper, a guitarist in the rock band Fatun who inspired the twins to start doing music. He also owns a music school called Rock’s Cool. Siblings: A twin brother named Tom who was born 10 minutes before him. Three younger siblings (whom are triplets): Abyssinia Kenner Kaulitz (whom is a famous skater), Wesley J Kaulitz, and Mollie-Anne Kaulitz. Popularity: He’s the singer of a major, German band. How much more popular can a guy get? Early childhood experiences: His parents divorced when he and Tom were 7 years old. By age 14, Germany was beginning to get a taste of a future hit known as Tokio Hotel. Only months after turning 19, Tokio Hotel won Best New Artist in the American Video Music Awards. Financial situation: Upper class Relationships: Bill takes relationships seriously and doesn’t think very highly of groupies. He has been in a few but is currently single. Habits: Singing and dancing randomly. Bill just loves to sing and dance. Health: He isn’t very active but, otherwise, fine.
Other: Hobbies: Parties, Singing, Music. Skills: Singing and song writing. Favorite Food: Pizza and spaghetti. He is a huge fan of fast-food in general and he will never eat something he doesn’t know. Bill’s favorite drinks are Cola, Strawberry Nesquik, and Peppermint tea (he says it’s good for his voice). Favorite Music: Green Day, Nena, Coldplay, Keane, David Bowie. Bill’s favorite song is “Try again” by Keane. Favorite Books: Bill will read a book as long as it can hold his attention. Favorite Movies: He has a lot. Whenever he sees a movie, it’ll be his favorite till the next time he watches one. Favorite Color: Black Heroes: He doesn’t have one. He always wanted to be his own person and not follow the rules and regulations of someone else. He does however have people that inspire him. Pets: A black labrador named Scotty that he got from a shelter a few years ago, and a cat named Casimir.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Apr 30, 2009 17:43:15 GMT -5
Personal Name: David Nicholas Robinson PB: Pete Wentz Nicknames: Dave, Davey Birthday: December 31, 1899 Age: Really 199. Typically starts out in a place as 15. Grade: 11th grade. For the 10th time. Hometown: Chicago, Illinois. He has lived just about everywhere, though. Gender: Male Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Six feet Weight: 138 lbs Distinctive features: A crescent shaped scar on his right shoulder from when he was turned, a tribal cross tattoo on his chest, and the words Étendu Au Repos (English: Laid To Rest) tattooed on his lower back. Hair: Black with dark brown streaks; a couple inches long; his bangs are swept over his right eye. Eyes: Hazel with green flecks. How they dress: As secluding as possible. Dark colored hoodies, jeans, long sleeves, and Converse. Posture: Depends.
Personality Distinctive traits: David is very anti-social. He tries to keep his distance from people and, if he has to come in contact with them, keeps talking to a minimum. When David feeds on the blood of a human, though, he sees and hears all that person has seen or though in their life. Sometimes the flashes last for months, other times they last for only a couple of days. Self image: Before the change, he thought very highly of himself. Now, he completely loathes what he has become and (if he were not indestructible and immortal) he would destroy himself. Though, he won’t give the pride and glory to a vampire hunter. Dreams/goals: To find a way to reverse the change and become human again. Or, at least, to find a way to feed without killing. Fears: Vampire hunters and being slain by one. Sense of humor: Negative and dark. Ethics: David puts off the hunger as long as he possibly can. He hates feeding since it always results in death, misery, guilt and having to run away. He tries to make it seem positive and feed on the blood of major criminals but it never spares him of the continuous nightmares of people’s pasts. First Impression: Depends. Are you the prey, the predator, or a by-stander? He always seems like a depressed teen sulking and stalking about. A lot of times he gets the cops called on him for just seeming suspicious, jumping at his own shadow.
History Education: Many, many years of repeating high school. He has even witnessed a few historic events. Religion: None for he feels that he is not worthy of anything but Satanism, which he will never, under any circumstances, turn to. Family: Mother: Emily Jane Comer (deceased) Father: Kurt Shane Robinson (deceased) Siblings: Benjamin Michael Robinson (deceased) and Hailey Gwendolyn Robinson (deceased). Popularity: Where ever he goes, he is typically gains a quick popularity. He is different from everyone else. The charming personality and looks he received from the change makes him an instant hit. He wishes he could stop what he does self consciously but he can’t help it. Early childhood experiences: He can’t remember much from before he was a vampire. He remembers his first hunt and kill. The first time he tasted human blood on his lips. The first time he met another vampire. He remembers his first run in with a vampire hunter. Everything else really just confuses him since some years run together, he remembers some better than others, or he just forgets it within moments of remembering. Financial situation: Lower class Relationships: He doesn’t remember any from his human life. He tried to have a relationship once with a mortal but it turned out badly… Habits: Humming. It calms his nerves. Health: I don’t think health is a factor when you’re the living dead.
Other: Hobbies: Reading, writing, humming, singing, watching humans grow and change over the years. Skills: Hunting, singing, and writing. Favorite Food: He remembers that his favorite food was strawberries. Now, his favorite food is the only thing he can have: blood. Favorite Music: Rock and pop. He will listen to just about anything, though. Favorite Books: Anything. He just loves reading. Favorite Movies: Movies like Pay It Forward. He likes to see the original kinds of people, helping one another. Favorite Color: Maroon, navy, violet. Heroes: He doesn’t have one.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on May 12, 2009 16:25:27 GMT -5
Personal Name: Demitri Justaine Way PB: Unknown Nicknames: Dem, Demi, Demster Birthday: December 31, 1814 Age: 195 Grade: Depends on how old he starts out in a place. Hometown: London, England though he has a permanent resident in Colorado where he, his sister, and their clan stay. Gender: Male Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: 5’ 11” Weight: 149 lbs Distinctive features: Demitri has a lot of scars on his torso from fights he’s been in. On his right shoulder blade, he has a tattoo that says ‘Scream Aim Fire’. Something very distinctive about Demitri is that he still looks 17 years old. Hair: Shaggy and black with blood red tips. It typically covers his eyes. Eyes: Smoldering gold How they dress: Demitri wears a lot of band tee-shirts (or really tight, plain, black shirts) and jeans. Anything he can move easily with in a struggle. Posture: Demitri slouches but not terribly.
Personality Distinctive traits: Demitri is gruff and hardcore. He is a leader (which explains why he is the leader of his coven) and very protective of his clan and, especially, his sister. He is also very polite and kind in contradiction. Self image: Demitri see himself as responsible leader, taking it upon himself to be sure everyone in his coven is okay. He thinks highly of himself, otherwise he wouldn’t be in his position. Dreams/goals: To do the right thing in his eyes and keep everyone safe. Fears: Something happening to his sister. He would never forgive himself if anything ever happened to her. Sense of humor: Demitri is pretty quick-witted. He doesn’t like repeating jokes but would rather come up with something unique on the spot. Ethics: He’d rather not get involved with anything other than his clan unless it is absolutely necessary. He is polite in the presence of anyone unless he is fighting. He is a quiet person, her keeps his eyes open and his mouth shut. First Impression: Demitri can seem pretty scary upon first meeting him since he’s always alert and on edge. He is polite and sweet, which tends to confuse people. He is quite charming.
History Education: He has graduated high school many times. Religion: Demitri is a Christian like his parents. Family: Savannah Claire Way (mother, vampire) Carlisle William Way (father, vampire) Drake James Corvin (cousin, lycan) Angel Dawn Way (sister, vampire) Popularity: Wherever Demitri and his sister go, they seem to become popular gossip. They go out like anyone else but stick to the shadows to be safe. They try to seem normal but are also picked out of the crowd. Demitri seems to be pretty popular with the girls, though. Early childhood experiences: Age 7 Demitri sat on the couch with his parents standing in front of him. He knew his parents were different. He could easily see it. People were always talking about them wherever he went but they made his parents seem scary. They weren’t scary, they were nice. Demitri couldn’t understand how anyone could think someone as beautiful and nice as his parents could be scary. That morning, he had told himself that he would tell anyone who said something about his parents they were wrong. He had but the boy then hit him. Demitri hit him back and fight broke out. Demitri won but was sent home. He looked up with green eyes at his parents. “Mum, I’m sorry. I didn’t start it. He was saying you and Dad are scary and I told him you guys aren’t. Then he hit me.” His father sighed and shook his head, smiling slightly. “Demitri, don’t you worry about what other people think of us. Everyone is different and some people get jealous,” his mother explained. She smiled. Demitri looked at his hands and nodded.
Age 11 “Demitri, this is Angel. She is your new sister.” Carlisle put a baby girl into Demitri’s arms. Demitri looked at the baby and cocked his head. He sat in the chair and watched her. The baby opened her eyes and smiled at him, reaching for his shaggy, black hair. Demitri grinned. “Hello, Angel. I’m your big brother, Demitri. We have the best parents but a lot of people think they are scary. Mum is very sweet and Dad is very understanding.” The baby giggled and held Demitri’s fingers in her tiny hands. Demitri laughed and looked at the baby. “Don’t worry. We’ll never let anything happen to you baby Angel.” He hugged her.
Age 15 Demitri ran through the forest as quiet as he could, following his dad. “Why do we have to come way out here? Ouch!” Demitri stood back up, pulling the twigs from his hair and dusting the dirt from his white shirt. He looked up, gasped, and ran after his dad again. He stopped beside his father and panted, sitting on a stump when his father sat on a fallen tree. “Demitri, I think it is time you heard the truth.” Demitri pulled a few more small twigs from his hair. He looked at his dad. “Okay.” His father nodded. “You’re mother and I are different, just like everyone says,” he started. “Mum says they are jealous, which is why they are always saying that,” Demitri said with a nod. His father half smiled, “Correct. However, we are more different than they know. Have you ever noticed how your mother and I disappear while you and your sister are eating supper?” Demitri nodded. “Well, we’re having supper too. Though, we don’t eat veal or turkey like you and Angel do. We hunt for our dinner and drink it fresh.” Demitri blinked in confusion. “Excuse me but did you say drink?” His father nodded. “We drink blood instead of eating food. I bet you have also noticed how your mother and I never come outside in the sun.” Demitri nodded again. Carlisle sighed. “Son, we are vampires. Our parents were vampires and their parents before them were vampires. And, when you get to the age your mother and I decided we want to change you, you will become a vampire. Angel will as well.” A grin slowly spread across Demitri’s face. “Wow. Vampires.”
Age 17 Demitri sat in the dark carriage. It was a beautiful day outside and his father said they were going to leave for a while and that they might be home the next day at the earliest. Demitri knew why they were leaving. Angel didn’t know the truth about their parents and they wanted it to stay that way for a few more years so their father was taking him out of town to change him. To be 100% honest, Demitri was nervous. He could deal with the pain and everything he would gain but what about everything he would lose? He didn’t really like to think that he couldn’t go on walks with Angel on the estate anymore or that he couldn’t ride his horse through town unless it was overcast and cloudy. Suddenly, the carriage stopped. “We’re here,” Carlisle said. “So soon?” Demitri asked his voice higher than usual from the nerves. He cleared his throat and blushed. The two got out of the carriage and walked into the small hotel. Demitri’s father had rented the whole thing so they would be left in peace. “Are we going to do it tonight?” Carlisle sighed, considering his options. “Would you rather it be tonight?” Demitri thought for a second. “Is it alright if I just watch the twilight one more time?” he asked sheepishly. Carlisle chuckled and nodded, “Of course.” 4 Hours Later Demitri sat in a chair, clenching and unclenching his fists, as he waited. He snapped his eyes shut and stiffened as his father leaned down behind him. Something pierced his skin and Demitri could feel the blood run down his neck; then, the excruciating burn of the venom in his blood. Demitri screamed in pain and writhed in the chair, gritting his teeth. He felt that, if he clenched his jaw any tighter, he might shatter his teeth but the pain was almost too much for him as he screamed again.
Financial situation: Upper class Relationships: He was in a brief relationship with Ecco Bylin for a while but they just wound up thinking it best to stay close friends. Otherwise, none. Habits: Trying to out scream his television or stereo when he is blaring his music. Health: Is that really a factor when you’re a vampire?? Abilities: Aside from the usual speed, strength, beauty, immortality, and enhanced senses Demitri is telekinetic and can read minds.
Other: Hobbies: Demitri loves singing screamo. Or, I guess that would be screaming. He is a great fighter and enjoys a good battle when he can find one. Skills: Fighting and singing. His sister loves to hear him sing. Favorite Food: Blood. Blood. Gallons of the stuff. Favorite Music: Screamo. He loves Criss Angel, Bullet For My Valentine, Lamb Of God, Arch Enemy, and Scary Kids Scaring Kids. Favorite Books: Classics like Dracula, Interview With The Vampire, etc. Favorite Movies: Horror movies Favorite Color: Black Heroes: None really.
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