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 Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 10:27 am
ғeel free to call me. . .
Noah. Noah White . Why do you need to know ?
υnless you're blind, you should see that I'm. . .
A boy, stupid .
чou think I'm what age? No, I'm. .
15 you weirdos .
The υniverse welcomed me on. . .
March 27 , 1996
α lot of people say I'm. . .
a walking grump; like I have something up my a**. But they can say whatever they want, because soon they'll have something up their a**, and believe me, I'll make it hurt as much as it can, make it go as far as it can, and make sure it comes out of their fat mouths. Happy? I'm only happy when I see the pain and suffering the people around me go through. It's hilarious to sit and watch misfortunes happen to the morons that surround me. Does that count as me being happy? Because I'm damn sure watching a person with a caste tripping and falling is funny to me.
Do I get sad? Rarely. I may be a heartless piece of s**t with issues, but I'm not an "Emo Dinosaur" either.
And anger? Hm, how do you think I behave when I'm mad? Though when I am mad, it's better to stay far away. But, my friends do say I tend to be a little sadistic from time to time. What? Surprised I have friends? I am too. Though when I get lonely, who do I have to hurt? Myself. No wrist cutting though. Say I do cut my wrist and I'll slit your throat.
care to hear my story?
Well, maturing in the rat infested streets of New York, I grew up like a piece of crap in a fat guy's stomach. I was treated badly by my jackass parents, bullied by the other walking craploads in my class, and was put into Juvenile Detention multiple times. That's only because my airhead teachers thought I was out "Doing things I wasn't supposed to". What a bunch of-
Anyway, my mom threw me away after, what, four years of living with her? She left me without anything to eat. My dad was being all cool, saying that this was an extremely bad idea and in my head I'm all "Way to go dad." Then they started arguing. It went on for hours. I actually expected them to start hitting each other, but they didn't because they "love each other too much" so I, without thinking, yelled at them for a few minutes, then gathered my stuff and went to the streets. Since I did, I had no choice but to be a thief. It's almost like they want me to be bad, ya know? I try my best to mean no harm, but with my history, what's the point of even talking to me?
But please, don't talk to me. Your voice'll feel like a knife slicing the insides of my ears. Or, that's what it felt like when I finally got caught by these gay police guys. They asked me where I lived. Where I lived? Please. My house is a cardboard box with a gross, dirty blanket inside. One time I came back to see a cat giving birth to her kittens. I resisted the urge to kick the box and send the mother flying. Instead, I kinda, sorta helped her by getting water, milk, small bowls, and a small blanket from the supermarket across the street. Nice I know, but they were going to have to leave sometime. So once her and her kittens were somewhat grown, I put them somewhere else.
Then they came back.
I shooed them away, but they just kept coming closer like those creepy dolls in those scary movies. They all came to sit in my lap and stuff, purring away. And I let them sit there. For once I was at ease. Then those police came. The mother and her kittens hissed at the uniformed guards. They looked at me and turned to start whispering things. I strained my ears and heard something about how they felt it. What the hell? They weren't going to touch me or anything were they? I didn't know. They just grabbed me by the hands, handcuffed me, and struggled to pull my kicking and yelling body into the police car. The kittens pierced their gazes onto the back of the car. I felt it. They followed after the car, trotting past citizens, mewing the whole way.
Getting pulled by the hair into the station, the made me fill out an application for Fuju or Fulu or some weird named school. I refused to at first, but then they put those electric charger things onto my leg and whenever I denied an order, they would electrocute me. Great. Now I could have more scars that are on my ankles.
While filling out the application, it asked me did I have any magical or weird abilities. Seriously. What. The. Hell.
I stopped filling out the paper and they were about to press the button to electrocute me when I yelled out "Wait, wait!!" like a prissy little girl. I asked about the magical abilities part and they told me to write whenever something weird happened with my body and I used it for something. I sighed. I'm wasn't understanding anything they are telling me or asking me. I was just about to drop my pencil, give up, and be shocked multiple times, when I heard meowing. I looked around, seeing no cats. I was going insane. Then I heard scratching at the door. Turning my gaze to the metal doors, the police men did the same. Some old man with a weird shaped mustache opened the door and in came the mother cat and her six kittens. They all stared up at me, yellow eyes with a sharp and skinny oval residing in the middle. My nerves twitched. I felt something coming to the open door.
More cats.
I looked down to the mother cat. We all came here to help you. I heard a voice say. Okay, I'm going psycho now. Thinking of suicide to get whatever was inside of me out, I heard the voice again, Don't kill yourself. We all love you.
Wait, all?
I looked down to the mother, her mouth forming into this smile thing. It was really creepy. So she was talking to me. Me. I thought Why should you care if anything happens to me? Oh God, I was talking to a cat. She put her paw on my leg. Because we love you , she said again.
Maybe I should put animal telepathy on the magical abilities part.
αbilities? Yeah, I have . . .
Did you listen to my life story? Of course you didn't. I said that I have the ability to talk to animals. I only ever tried it on cats though. Sometimes birds too, but they never have anything to talk to me about. I'm also very agile, what with being a thief and whatnot. I'm only an amateur at sneaking around and crap like that though.
I aםore. . .
○ Animals .
○ Sour Skittles .
○ Video Games . Good ones .
○ Music . No not that metal **** . Classical, instrumentals, and sometimes Hip Hop and R & B . I love listening to Dubstep and OC remixes too.
○ Water. I love drinking it.
○ Those Animal Rights people. They're cool.
єveryone of these drive me mad. . .
○ Morons .
○ Cat haters .
○ Girls who tend to show off and flirt all day .
○ Hyeractive human beings. If you're that active, why don't you go have sex or something to get yourself tired? Seriously.
мy House, Dorm, and Homeroom are. . .
House: Um, crap I dunno. Eirannes ? Wyvern ? There are too many " Houses "
Dorm: * Sigh *
Homeroom: World Studies / Magical Creatures
чou see, I'm controlled by . . . Strawberry DesuCon
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 5:07 pm
Hello! Very interesting profile and character!
Noah White is approved and sorted into Wyvern!
Please wait patiently for his dorm. Meanwhile, you can come join the fun in the New Year's Event!
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Sapphire Waltz Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 5:34 pm
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cяєω Noah now has a dorm!
Wyvern House, Jonquil Dorm
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