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 Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 7:07 pm
AmpeliosI Was Born As: Raleigh Thebes I Am Now Called: Ampelios and occasionally Amy I Have Aged: 24 years I Am Always: Alert and pointed. Amy doesn't take s**t well and will always say if he either disagrees or isn't happy. He had the air of someone who's been around the block and seen quite a bit, and that's because he has. Generally he knows what he's doing and he's not afraid to talk back to anyone. Though he's outgoing, there are obviously a few secrets he's hiding that he isn't willing to tell anyone about. I'm Attracted To: Someone with a tougher personality. Amy himself is sort touch so he wants someone that can talk to him at the same level. I've Suffered Through: The most influential event ever to dig its unforgiving claws into Raleigh's, no, Ampelios' ******** up life, was probably his older brother's murder. And who killed Ampelios' beloved brother, Ampelios did, he did it in cold blood. But maybe we're starting off too early, there is always a justifiable motive for murder when the killer isn't suffering from some sort of mental derangement, and we wouldn't want to paint the Dragon Lilly's top notch gigolo as a murderous loose cannon. Growing up things hadn't been terribly out of the ordinary. He'd lived in a rather small, but cozy, house that was constantly buzzing with the activities of his parents, younger sister Elena, and older brother Rupert, who was usually just called Rue. They wee a happy family that was relatively well put together. They were happy. Well, everyone but Rue was happy. Rue had always been ambitious, too ambitious. Rue had searched for a way up in life, something his meager education couldn't get him anytime soon. So he turned to organized crime, how typical. The world is full of different mafia surrogates, and it always had been. Finding a mobster took about as much effort as finding a housefly...if you knew where to look. Rue found his own personal mafia in, and got himself intwined in the intricate world of underworld drug trade, human trafficking and greed. His family had had their suspicions, but nobody went out of their way to say anything...nothing seemed to be going wrong, so why create a problem? Well there was already a problem, a serious problem. Rue owed money, and a lot of it. Turns out he wasn't as well liked as he thought he was in the criminal underground. Rue was not only a target of what would inevitably be bloodshed, but his family was also. Back when he was still Raleigh, Ampelios,or Amy, had overheard a very serious conversation between his brother and his brother's right hand man. Hiding behind a wall of the home that was supposed to be abandoned (Everyone was out either at work or at school, but Raleigh had forgotten his check in card), he herd his brother's terrifying scheme. Rue was not paying back his mafia overlords with just money, because he didn't have the money. Apparently if Rue didn't pay up within the week, the team of angry godfather-wanna-bes were going to storm into the Thebes' family home and kill Rue. So what was Rue's brilliant plan to save his a**: give them all the money in the Thebe's family bank account, and Elena so that they could sell her into the world of sex trafficking. At first Amy had thought it was a sick joke. He's slept on it, thought about it, and assessed the validity of his brother's statement, but ultimately there was one reality: his brother was a selfish b*****d that was going to destroy their lives. That night, about five days after Amy had been hit with the horrible news, he had researched human sex trafficking. It was terrible. Women were beaten, forcefully injected with hard drugs, raped, infected with fatal diseased, and impregnated so many times it was unbelievable. What was worse, his sister Elena, was only fourteen years old. So Amy though about what to do. He thought about his brother, and about the mob he was associating himself with. Well what if Rue owed money again? What if he couldn't come up with a way to pay? He was already going to give away all their money so who was going to be sold off next, their mother!? Amy shook with rage before he was blinded by a slick hatred and a sense of self justification. He wasn't going to let his brother sell off his sister! He wasn't going to let his brother ruin everything! No, his brother had to take responsibility for his actions! So when the house was quiet, and his parents and sister were were off at the school soccer game, Amy slipped the kitchen knife out of it's wooden sheath and tip toed into the living room where his good for nothing piece of s**t of a brother was watching TV. All it had taken, was for Rue to stand up and say "Don't change the channel Raleigh I'm heading off to take a s**t." for Amy to bring down the gleaming kitchen knife with such anger, such conviction and such desperation that it pierced Rue's chest like a steak knife through warm butter. The initial shock on Rue's face was the spark to make Amy keep going. He had to kill this man. There was no other option! He was going to ruin everything for them! He couldn't go to the police because the police were the mobsters! He couldn't tell his parents because his parents wouldn't believe him! He was eighteen years old anyway, it was time he started taking action! So he stabbed his brother, and stabbed him and stabbed him and stabbed him till finally the knife was coated in a shimmering ruby liquid. He thought he was done, thought everything could continue the way it was supposed to. He could blame the murder on the mafia, and he could live happily ever after with his little sister safe and his family's livelihood in tact. But things never ever ever went according to plan, especially when said plan involved murder. Elena walked through the front door to see Raleigh, blood splattered, and holding a knife of the dead body of her oldest brother. She immediately let out a blood curling scream. She panicked, and ran out of the house. Amy knew his parents, and the police would be after him in no time. He couldn't justify himself, because there was no proof! All the proof that this murder was a necessity was stored up and locked away inside his dead brother's brain! So he ran. He fled the scene of the crime, turned in by the very same person he was trying to protect. The irony was so sour Amy was sure that if it was a food he'd have thrown up. Having China as his neighbor and just down the block had never been more convenient. He could get lost in the world now. He'd have to stay hidden for the rest of his life if he wanted to stay out of prison...which he did. He regretted the murder, felt bad about it, but not because his brother didn't deserve it, he was devastated by how things had ended up. Turns out you couldn't do s**t without money and Amy, who was still Raleigh, was a wanted man, he couldn't waltz into a department store asking for a job! But he needed the money, he needed it to survive. So he did what he thought was the best option he had, head off to a red light district. Half the drugs there were illegal anyway so he figured they wouldn't do background checks of dancers at the strip clubs. Raleigh also figured he needed to change his name. People would come after him, and staying Raleigh Thebes was asking to cuffed. So he picked a new name and called himself Ampelios. It was greek, ancient greek actually. He though it was the right fit. Ampelios, greek, like his family, Ampelios, unconventional, like his situation, Ampelios, a name with a flair of mystery and sense of agony, well wouldn't that sum him up real good? So that's what he chose, and that's what he answered to. It was his stage name a stripper, and his new name in real life. Raleigh was just another skeleton in his closest as far as he was concerned. Ampelios had become relatively popular in the club, so popular in fact, people were asking his manager if he was interested in giving customer's a private show. At first he wasn't, at first he thought delving into the world of prostitution would be the pomegranate to his Persephone, but then it dawned on him, he was stuck in the red light district anyway, why not make a little extra money? If he was stuck there, why not make it a real career? Why not get good at being a prostitute and get a nice hefty following? Eventually fate took a nice swing at him. One day, a man came into the club and announced himself as Leon. Ampelios had been targeted by the man it seemed, so when this Leon called him over, he wasn't surprised. The first question was, "What's your name." and his answer, "Ampelios", had been the deal maker. It wasn't typical, not like Candy, or Destiny, or Ice or all those other shitty stripper names, it was interesting. Conversation started flowing and long story short Leon had asked Ampelios to become a part of the "Dragon Lily". Amy eager to experiment, agreed to join, it'd been a great decision. He'd started off small, but eventually the customers had started racking in. Ampelios, was just really good in bed. There was a reason for his prowess too, it was all he had. He started bringing in mounds of customers through word of mouth and because of his status his relationship with Leon had started to grow. For years he had just said his real name was Ampelios, but one day it just slipped out. "You know my real name isn't Ampelios, it's Raleigh." Leon was the only one he told. Why Leon? Well because Leon made him feel safe. He was protected by the guy. The customers that came into the Dragon Lilly weren't drug addicts or possible lunatics like they were out on the street. Amy felt like things were finally looking up for him. His brooding personality was eventually shattered. He opened up and enjoyed his popularity to some extent. It made him a lot of money, and he was grateful. He had ******** up big time already, he didn't want to brood and ******** up again. I Swear: [A notable quote from him] My Signature: Troubled Monster
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 7:59 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 12:39 pm
☆═━┈MischaIvanov┈━═☆ ⇢" you can call me M I S C H A "⇠ •here goes nothing• B i r t h Certificate : Mischa Alexi Ivanov Y u m m y Cake : August 12th L i t Candles : 22 M o n k e y Suit : Russian mafia underboss Define, ℳℯ
My personality? I dunno, I guess I have two. Not that I'm crazy and think I'm two different people, I'm just saying I act different depending on what I'm doing. When I'm professional I'm more collective and domineering. When I'm just hanging around I retain that sense of control but I'm a little more laid back. I tend to have this suave air as well...for whatever reason that may be. My temper is out of control but luckily it takes a lot for me to really lose it. What I bet you wouldn't expect is that I'm really sensitive when it comes to movies and books and things like that. I cry in movies all the time...it's really really embarrassing and it doesn't make sense at all. Like for instance, this is a secret, I cried in that movie with the gay cowboys Brokeback Mountain..cried. I love mushy romance stuff too...and I always cry in those shows or books or whatever!It makes no sense whatsoever but hey, who am I to fight my nature? Overall I'm unforgiving and down to business.
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From our days in the Soviet Union, to our feared spetsnaz, and now our mail order brides, us Russians have gotten a bad reputation. Maybe I shouldn’t be talking though; I’m not doing anything to make Russia more family friendly being the grandson of the Izmaylovskaya gang’s Don. Da, I’m one of the vory, or in the mafia as you Americans would call it. Sure we may not be as famous as our Italian counterparts, but the Russian mob is still a pretty important underground organization paver mne. And don’t think I don’t love being a part of the criminal underground; you don’t resent what God has so mercifully given you. Maybe I’m getting a head of myself. Let’s go to the beginning da.
Though I’ve lived in Russia most of my life I was actually born in America. Why? Well because my mama and my otets were smart people. You see, one day I was going to have to live in America anyway, so why not make me a citizen so as to make it impossible for me to be deported back to Russia while leading our gang's business in New York? One year after I was born we moved back to Moscow where we had all the power. The Vory take control in all aspects of Russian life. We trade firearms, control drug lords, take part in the sale of pornography and human trafficking. We take control of the black market and that high power is something you have to be born into…well, unless you’re one hell of a bad a** mother ********. So I grew up in Moscow knowing exactly what I was supposed to grow into. My mama, she stayed at home and took care of me till I was ready to be more independent and learn the trade of my otets. I had a beautiful fancy house, delicious food, everything I wanted. I had nothing to complain about…well, except for the fact that Russia was very very very very very cold. You see, I don’t have parents anymore. I saw my mom dragged into another room where she was raped then shot in the face twice---and then I saw my otets shot behind the ear. It’s okay, that’s just the business, but I figure seeing both my parents killed before my twelve year old impressionable eyes is pretty traumatic. It’s probably ******** with my head da? So anyway Boris, my bodyguard, got me out of there before they could shoot me in the face too. Rival gangs, they’re even worse than the cops. So after that my grandpa the Don….or the “Godfather”, decided I should just go live with my great uncle Igor in America, learn the trade there where I didn’t have any bad memories.
America is a lot warmer than Russia---and there is a different language. I knew some English before but I picked up most of the language in my early teenage years. So now even though I’ve been speaking English for ten years, I still speak Russian with more frequency because my whole life is surrounded by other people who speak Russian. So upah what do ya know, I’ve got an accent! Da, so my uncle Igor, he’s the one that taught me to be a real member of the mob.
Do I have a gun, yes. Have I used it, yes. Have I killed somebody, a few times. Am I a hit man, no.
I’m supposed to be a very important man when I grow up, I’ll be taking over our American trade in a few years because my Uncle is too old and when my grandpapa kicks the bucket, I’ll be the Don. So far I've been pretty successful, but these damn cops you know? They have a knack of ruining everything. I don't expect to be in the slammer my whole life. Someone will pay to get me out, or come break me out, I dunno. It's just the waiting that is terrible...and the company. •sloppy seconds• H a i r Color : haircolor
E y eColor : Green
H o w Tall : 5' 11
H o wMuch : 153lbs TheGood
Tight jeans
The Romance genre
Money!
New guns
Control
TheBad
he police
When people touch my "things"
When people don't pay on time
Stupid people...
The fact that any movie can move me to tears!
Being treated like a woman
the R E A L me
Troubled Monster
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 9:35 pm
 _______________________________________________________xxxxxxxM I S C H Axx I V A N O Vxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✯✯✯______________________________________________________________________xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✄ --------The P R E T Y Russian M O B S T E R 
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 7:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 7:52 pm
►►► ROLLO ► - - - the b e g g i n i n g
► name - - - Rollo, la bete
► age- - - Around 26
► theme- - - [theme song]
► birthday- - - Second & Sebring// Of Mice and Men
► - - - the r e a l i t y
► personality- - - Rollo is far more beast than man. Even in his human form he acts like an animal and will growl or bare his teeth as a warning. He is quick to kill and doesn't seem to understand the notion of guilt. Rollo retains the essence of authority no matter the situation he is in and can be quite tenacious when it suits him. He doesn't take orders very well and doesn't take kindly to being bossed around. Though Rollo can be positively ferrel, he seems to be struggling with conflicting human emotions. He desires social interaction but doesn't really know how to act around people. And despite Rollo's rugged appearance and usually vicious behavior, he can sometimes be incredibly cuddly. He longs for company and is confused as to why he is suddenly plagued with all of these urges and desires. Rollo, though he would never admit it, feels as though he is some sort of abomination, and it's not because he kills, because everyone kills; Rollo is fully aware that he is not human and that he is not a wolf. He never even really looks like a wolf, just some big, black, lupine creature with the bite capacity to decapitate a full grown man. The lack of beings like him makes him sometimes incredibly morose. Rollo is extremely curious but approaches what he knows he is incapable of timidly. He is intelligent, more so than a wolf, but still in the way an animal, or a savage, would be. Rollo cannot read or write, and how he can even speak French is a mystery. Rollo is, and acts, like the direct hybrid of man and beast.
► biography- - - Rollo himself knows very little of his past. He's unsure of where he came from but infers that it must have been somewhere in a French peasant village. His childhood is mostly a blur of colors and sounds, but he does remember being the the forest with a much larger man when he was around thirteen or fourteen. Rollo, unfortunately, does not remember his birth name. He had been roaming around in his beastly form near the border of Belgium and had been keeping a relatively low profile though he had been feeding on the herd of sheep and cattle. When his killings seemed systematic enough he was sought after and found. After evading the hunting party's bullets, he was given the name "Rollo", which means 'famous wolf'. People in the villiage he was near referred to the black creature picking off the sheep as Rollo and so Rollo started thinking of himself and referring to himself as Rollo. Most of Rollo's memories are from his late teenage years and onwards. A traumatic event seems to have blocked off a majority of childhood and so Rollo acts more like an animal than the human he was brought up to be as a child.
Rollo has never been one to stay one place. He travels around the country as a beast and finds new places to live. He had been territorial and had never joined a wolf pack...seeing as he wasn't even close to being a wolf whatsoever. Rollo has been alone the majority of his life and has been living the life of an animal for a majority of that time as well. There have been times he has walked around as a human, but being a human is rather impractical for him. When in human form, the cold sets in and he gets tired quicker.To further his human form's impracticality, humans need clothes, and Rollo doesn't have them. Before he could interact in a village he would need the proper clothing, and the only way to get clothing would be to go into the village and get it, something he can't do because he doesn't have any clothes(It's a vicious circle). Though Rollo's life has been a little barbaric, he has suddenly experienced some distinctly human desires. The need for companionship has crashed onto him like a tidal wave. Rollo had never been attracted to animals sexually despite his lupine form, so his need to mate festered in him until one day, eventually, it exploded. The attack on Jean Chastel, was the result of the said explosion. The deal between the two was created, and Rollo set to work.
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Soft, fluffy things
Meat-especially organs, they're tasty
Anything shiny
Being bigger than everyone else
► dislikes- - -
Being alone
Guns
The rain
Being bossed around
► height- - - 6'3
► weight- - - 201lbs
► - - - the f a c e
► behind the character - - Troubled Monster
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 8:11 pm
 _______________________________________________________xxxxxxxR O L L Oxx' L A xB E T E 'xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✧ ✧ ✧______________________________________________________________________xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx➸ --------The B E A S T of G E V A U D A N 
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 10:39 pm
☆═━┈RykerFehrenz┈━═☆ ⇢" you can call me R Y K I "⇠ •here goes nothing• B i r t h Certificate : Ryker Damien Faust Sherman Smith Y u m m y Cake : January 1st July 2nd L i t Candles : 25 M o n k e y Suit : Artist Define, ℳℯ
I'm pretty weird actually, like, super weird. I always wear the weirdest clothes, and buy the weirdest s**t, and yeah, I'm pretty weird. I'll stop every once and a while to appreciate things, just because that's what I did in art school when I was constantly trying to get inspiration. I'm not moody per se, but I have my highs and lows and certain things trigger the b***h in me. I like being lovable, and not in the attention whore way, but more the, well I like loving my husband, if that makes sense? I'm pretty scrupulous too, though I have no idea why. I almost never have all my clothes on and I really just like feeling free. I like making um...baby voices...if you know what I mean. Yeah, strange I know, but yeah. I'm never neat looking either, always a mess. Part of that is because I can't be bothered to look presentable and the other part if because if I look clean cut, I look exactly like my brother, and his evil face is everywhere.
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Everyone's got secrets, don't they? Maybe Honest Abe didn't lie, but he sure as hell kept things to himself, and maybe, well maybe keeping secrets if the same as lying, know what I mean? My secret is a little ******** up, no, no it's a lot ******** up. And sometimes I wanna tell someone everything, let them know it's not all it seems to be, but at the end of the day I keep my secret a secret, because there's a reason I have a secret in the first place. I was born with a brother, an identical twin. My family was pretty well to do, maybe even aristocratic, but we weren't happy, not at all. A lot of ******** up s**t happened in that house, a lot of ******** up s**t. My mother was a loose woman, really I think she was crazy. Instead of ******** my dad, she ******** his youngest brother who was seven years younger than her. What was weird was my brother Damien and I, we knew what she was doing, hell she talked to us about her nightly excursions when were seven years old. We grew up very sexually aware so to say, and my father, who was a lousy son of a b***h as it was, was always talking about sex and about how unhappy he was and how much he just hated his family. We had maids, but they didn't talk, and we had butlers, but they didn't even look at us. It was my brother and I against the world, we were two of a kind and dammit we stuck together. I was about thirteen when I figured out why my dad was such an a*****e and why my mom never seemed to sleep with him instead of my uncle. My dad was a homosexual man parading around as a heterosexual. At first I wondered why he had decided to marry my mom if he was so blatantly gay, but you see, my father senses the tension in the air. Homosexuality wasn't anything knew. A lot of people were gay these days, and they did their things just like the heteros did, it was no big deal...but it kind of was. There was a sharp depression that rang through our country. No one could pay their bills save for the rich and a lot of the rich, were gay. There was a spirit of homophobia that came about because of the depression. People were spiteful of the rich, and the rich were gay. My father was a coward, he didn't want to be targeted if anything were to happen. I told my brother about my theory, thinking it would be better if I didn't keep my mind all to myself. I didn't expect him to obsess over homosexuality. He wanted to know everything about gay culture, and gay people, and he wanted to know what made homosexuality so ******** great. He was always so obsessive, so extremist. And though we looked exactly the same, and had the same fingerprints, and the same voice, that was what made us different. He was ambitious and obsessive, I was free spirited and nonchalant. Things continued to suck in our household. Damien and I were neglected and left only with each other, and life went on uneventfully aside from Damien's obsession. We were sixteen when what could possibly be considered the worst turning point in my life occurred. We were sexual, and lonely, and together, and Damien was keen as a knife. He obviously had some sort of scheme brewing that pertained to his festering desire to comprehend homosexuality and I was struggling with my own desires. I was stupid and alone and just ripe for the picking. My twin brother and I dabbled in the taboo of incest, and hell, we dabbled in it a lot. It was strange because, well because we looked alike, and were brother and were having sex with each other, but we didn't know better, actually, I bet Damien did know better-I was the idiot, not him. Our relationship went on for years and I stopped thinking about women in general. I knew I was gay and for a while, I thought I was in love with my brother. I thought he loved me too, and not platonically like he should have loved me, but really loved me. I should have known what was going on though, because it was so very obvious. He was experimenting, and I was his hopeless little guinea pig. I was a part of his quest to understand homosexuality, and I think that I may very well be the reason for what would be one the darkest moments in world history. I wanted to cut our sexual ties for good. I told Damien we needed to stop what we were doing and see other men because him clambering up on top of me and doing what he always did (as I eventually never got a turn to be a man) was disgusting and wrong. He didn't take kindly to that. He preached to me all this bullshit about how the homosexual community was engulfing me and messing with my rational mind and all this bullshit that I was finally too smart to fall for. He was trying to tell me that I wasn't gay and that the only reason I got it up was because it was really him I was attracted to. Then he started acting weird. He'd say things about people, gay people, that just, well he was vicious. He was blaming everything on the gays, saying they were the reason we were all in an economic slump. Our sexual relationship continued, because I was too big of a p***y to stand up for myself. Were were seventeen years old and going off to college. Damien majored in politics, I majored in art. It took all of two years, for Damien to grab hold of my father's connections, give an inspiring speech and get elected as a consul. He had this idea, this gay free world that would lift the economy and virtually get rid of every problem. People didn't know what was coming, but I did. Meanwhile our relationship, and not just our sexual one, started to fall apart. He was obsessed once again, and he was mean, and violent, and too smart. I knew I had to get out, go somewhere he couldn't find me. But it was hard to escape a man who had the government at his fingertips. So I planned everything out. I cut my hair, bought clothes I'd never normal wear, and ran. Through the black market I received false id and all the papers I needed in order to survive. I changed my name, and enrolled in a school dedicated to the arts. I lived in fear for a year, but stated to come out of my shell. I started to date around, but it was never anything serious. And so, one day, after working on a painting for hours, I was outside in the courtyard walking and minding my own business, when some guy runs into me and spills his coffee all over me! I never thought the clumsy idiot would become my husband. We were married a few years later and though I wanted to tell him who I was, I knew I couldn't. Each month by brother's power grew stronger and I knew that if Jazz knew who I really was, he'd be in grave danger. So I lied to him, told him my parents had died in a plane crash when I was seventeen and that my grandparents were dead too. And I feel bad, but I know it's better to lie to him than tell him the truth. I love my husband, more than anything, which is why I keep him in the dark.
Things have been bad. Damien took over the government, made it a dictatorship and now everyone salutes the all powerful Faust. Really it's amazing what hair and clothes can do because, even if people say I look like Faust, they don't make the connection that we have exactly the same face. Damien's obsession reached new heights though, and now it's a mass genocide. I know that if we're going to make it out of this alive, me and Jazz, we're going to have to be fearless, and I've got a lot of fears. •sloppy seconds• H a i r Color : Brown--sometimes blonde
E y eColor : Brown
H o w Tall : 5'11 1/2
H o wMuch : 165lbs TheGood
Weird clothes
Art art art art art
My wonderful husband!
Walking around in my underwear
Making a baby voice
Falling asleep on Jazz TheBad
This whole Faust regime
The fact that my whole life is a lie
The incest of my past...
Apple juice, I HATE it
Strict personalities
The fact that my bro looks exactly like me
My brother
the R E A L me
Troubled Monster
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:32 am
☆═━┈Jasper KaelanFehrenz┈━═☆ ⇢" you can call me J a z z "⇠ •here goes nothing•B i r t h Certificate : Jasper Kaelan FehrenzY u m m y Cake : July 13thL i t Candles : twentyy4M o n k e y Suit : Head of JazzRecords.Define, ℳℯ
I come from a long line of hippies, or so the story goes.
I guess that's where I inebriate my laid back persona. I tend to avoid fights and all drama. I hate getting in the middle of that s**t. Unless its something I really believe in, I don't argue over opinions. They are opinions... for a reason, ya feel me? I have this natural, buzz, if you will. I'm constantly in a calm state and very slow to anger. I'd rather sit on a comfy chair all day, strumming my guitar than get into the mass of the world and party like its 2012, if ya catch my flow. I'm a quiet man, but when I speak- My words are gorgeous. I can paint a picture, bring anything to life, with a stream of words. I'm told I have a lulling voice. But that's beside the point.
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My mother was a beautiful woman. Curves like you can only imagine, long, luscious, black hair. She was the definition of gorgeous. My father was a tall man, of amazing structer and build. He was tough as nails. Never one for words, which was the exact opposite of my mother. I think that's why they worked so well. Opposites attract and all, ya know? They were married for forty years, married young even. I was one of four. Two boys, two girls. The perfect little family. I was also the youngest. The baby. My older brother, was the eldest, with my sisters in the middle. Being the baby, I was already a constant target for practice. My brother, Trent, hated the fact that our parents babied the hell out of me. I couldn't help that I ended up being the baby... the surprise. I was the only one not planned. When I came out that I was gay, my brother ate it up. My parents, being hippy-type people, were all for expressing yourself and being who you are. So, they never questioned me and easily accepted it. As did my sisters. I always felt the need to live up to Trent, as a kid. I just wanted him to accept me, to love me. But he was such a pessimistic person, so unloving and disconnected. I never did understand why. And still don't. Did I mention I get lost in thought and ramble often? My apologies.
Anyways, I always wanted Trent to love me. So, when I came out at the age of fifteen, I knew that was no longer an option. He hated me for it. He hated gays and everything we stand for. Whatever that means. From that day on, if he wasn't shoving me around or cursing at me, he ignored me entirely. I was no longer his brother, in his eyes. This eventually led to him getting kicked out. My parents wouldn't tolerate it. Of course, he blames me for his life being in the s**t hole now. He turned to drugs and alcohol. Anything to get his fix.
But this is about me, huh. After that, I tried being like him. I tried to disconnect myself from everything. It just never worked for me. Mom always said I was too loving to do that. It didn't stop me from trying. I just became slightly introverted. I like to fix people, but avoid the punches and kicks. I hated fighting ever since I was a little kid. Instead of talking, I wrote. I wrote and wrote and one day my dad surprised me with a guitar. He told me that I better get to work on teaching myself.
I devoted myself to it. Music became my obsession. I instantly knew my place in the universe. To change the world with my words and beautiful melodies.
After school, I headed straight for college. I took classes on music and other stuff, widening my variety as much as possible. But I was set on the music industry.
Now, at the age of Twenty Four, I'm making peoples dreams come true. I'm a music producer. Living the dream.
I guess you guys are looking for the juicy details of my love life, though? I had my first boyfriend my freshman year of high school. It was a huge school, so many kids. Somehow, he found me. He was two years older than me, and introduced me to a whole new world. He brought me to life. Of course, all my happiness was destroyed by Trent. And when he left, I fell to depression. This led to my first breakup. I was 'too sad' for him. I didn't date again until college. High school was my time to experiment, figure out who I was. And thats what I did.
In my second year of college, I literally ran into my soul mate. I was rushing back from my internship at BlueMoon Records and smacked right into Ryker. He was gorgeous. I'd never seen anything with such... beauty.
Okay, yes, I had. But I was shellshocked. I had a terrible case of cottonmouth. Understandably so, because I had just smacked into him and dumped his styrofoam cup of coffee all over him.
Dammit, I'm so sorry!" I dabbed at his shirt with my hands and felt his body beneath the soaked shirt. My heart skipped several beats, I thought I'd die right there.
He chuckled, said it was no big deal. I took him to get a new coffee and BAM, just like that we fell in love. We talked for hours in that coffee shop, laughing and getting to know each other. It wasn't long after that that we married.
But now, there's some Faust Dictatorship going on. He's killing us off, all of the gays... one by one. Trent's a big supporter. I see him on television all the time. He lives near me, but I don't think he knows it. I've seen him a couple of times, I'm just not dumb enough to approach him. The last time we saw each other was mom's funeral two years after I married Kyker. He didn't say a damned word to me. Or my sisters. Barely spoke to dad, and he copped out early. b*****d.
Dads sick too, I doubt he even knows. Or cares.
But again, I'm off topic.
The Faust guy, he's starting a mass holocaust of all the gays. I'm in trouble. Most of the gay couples are splitting, pretending to be straight or asexual. But No. Not us. I swear to God, I will not let this go. Not let Ryker go. Despite my pacifist nature, I know this is pure bullshit. And if it comes down to Ryker and I against the world, then mark my word, we'll win.
•sloppy seconds• H a i r Color : deep brown or golden brown, i tend to dye my hair too often.
E y eColor : Emerald Green
H o w Tall : 5'11
H o wMuch : 169lb TheGood
Music
Making People's Dreams Come True
Coffee<3
Ryker<333 TheBad
Cleaning
People Who Think They Can Sing...but can't.
Arrogance
Ignorant ******** class="postcontent-align-center" style="text-align: center">the R E A L me
Samanthaualani holla bitches! here ya go MichelleBaby smile
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 11:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 7:22 am
✖XXXXXXXXXXXXE M E R I O N F A E L A N D A E R ＧＥＮＥＲＡＬXXXXXXXXXXX
♤XXAeosian
♤XXElven
♤XXMale
♤XX19
♤XXHealing touch, exhalations that generate light (like a nightlight!), the ability to become intangible and slip through nature (trees, grass, plants, etc.) but not Lemurisian made structures
♤XXArchery, navigation, the ability to speak English, a knowledge of medicinal herbs
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♤XX •Playing around•The Elven community•Nature•
♤XX•Having to stay focused•Extremely peppy people•Cities•
♤XX•Being seen as stupid•Being stranded in unfamiliar territory•Death•
XXXXEmerion is a little...moody. He's not easily excitable and to make a long story short he's got a bad attitude. He sees Elven culture as superior to the other cultures of Lemuris though he has never actually expressed his displeasure verbally. Despite being moody, Emerion isn't totally arrogant. He's slightly self conscious and contradictory. He sees his abilities as feminine though they are incredibly useful and tries to compensate for his inferiority complex by acting apathetic. It doesn't take much for Emerion to snap at someone either. He's incredibly nasty at times and can be pointedly mean. However, when rubbed the right way, Emerion can embody his powers and be calm and even playful.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 10:13 am
 Name: Matthew "Matty" Collins Age & D. O. B.: 22 years old, February 12th USS: Seke Personality: Matty's a little high maintenance. Everything needs to be his way of he freaks out. He's a tiny bit compulsive and will spend around an hour trying to straighten out a painting on the wall or smooth out a crinkle in his sheets. Matty's also very academic. He loves anything brainy and isn't particularly fond of sports...though he's dated a few athletic guys in his day. Furthermore, he's judgmental. He hates to admit it, but he'll pin stereotypes on people the second he meets them. His fashion sense is preppy for the most part, but when he's at home, he tends to walk around in his pajamas, mostly because he likes to read his favorite author's books in bed. Matty's got a mouth on him, and can argue in and out of almost everything, but as soon as things start to get violent, he wusses out and get's exceptionally submissive. Matty's not much of a partier, but when he drinks---well, then there's usually a lap dance involved. Theme Song: Trouble // nevershoutnever! Ideal Partner: That's too easy, Matty's ideal partner is the same guy that write's his ideal books. Someone intelligent, mysterious, and put together, but also playful. Someone who prefers books to movies and can talk about a narrative for hours on end. They'd of course have to be neat too, after all, what kind of ideal partner is a pig? Bio: Matty, unfortunately, grew up with an aggressive, drug abusing father. The man, as Matty would describe him, was a "snow sniffing piece of s**t", and that pretty much sums it up. For years he, his mother, and his older sister, lived like prisoners. He'd go to school, come home, lock himself in his room, do his homework, sneak out to the kitchen for food, then go back to his room, lock his door, and go to sleep. It was the same fear filled, mundane routine everyday. Reality was hell; beer cans crashed against walls, cocaine 'magically' appeared in the house, '******** c**t' was heard through the doors and every once and a while, someone would 'fall' down the stairs. The only escape Matty had, was literature. He started reading hefty novels at a young age. Fantasy, mystery, romance, horror, anything to escape his treacherous reality. Books became his life and the authors became his imaginary friends. Eventually school became his calling. At just eight years old Matty was reading The Catcher in the Rye and writing essays more in tune with typical 9th grade standards. He wasn't a complete genius however, he often failed math tests and science was a foreign language to him. Though Matty's academics were improving, life at home however, was disintegrating. Everything was falling apart. Finally after years of abuse, Matty's mother, Linda, called a lawyer and made a case for domestic violence, she also filed for divorce. It was a struggle, seeing as Matty's dad was a stubborn jackass, but it wasn't anything a great lawyer couldn't fix. That great lawyer, was Vincent T. Morrison, and after the divorce was settled, Vincent nestled right into the open arms of the Collins family. He was their savior, their knight in shining armor, it was only normal he become integrated into their ******** up little family. Two years later Linda Collins became Linda Morrison and Matty found himself with a rich daddy. They moved into Vincent's fancy white house and transferred to a fancy new school. Life was better than good, it was magnificent. Furthermore, Vincent and Matty grew intensely close. Vincent was a Godsend, an angel, something of that celestial caliber, and there was no way Matty was going to let that slip through his fingers. He spent all the time he could with Vincent and because of this, picked up quite a few of the lawyer's habits. According to Vincent, everything needed to be clean and organized, work was a priority, anybody that looked like they might be anything less than pristine, shouldn't be associated with, and desires-well they ought to be fulfilled. Time passed and Matty found himself in inner turmoil. He just couldn't understand why changing in the locker room with everyone else made his heart beat a mile per minute. He also couldn't understand why his eyes always seemed to wander to a certain Kevin Coffman. After weeks of struggle, and clouding fear, Matty came to a conclusion: he was gay. He wanted-well he wanted to ******** Kevin Coffman, or get ******** my Kevin Coffman, he hadn't really thought much about how it all would go down. And though Matty knew what he wanted, he knew he couldn't have it. Furthermore, how was he supposed to tell his family he was a flaming homosexual? He felt like he'd be letting everyone down, especially Vincent, who changed his life. Finally after a three month long period of self loathing, Matty confessed his secret sexuality to his step father, and was received with a hug and a smile. Who would have thought coming out could have been so easy? Matty graduated high school with a 4.0 GPA and got an undergraduate degree from a prestigious university. It was in his freshman year that Matty became acquainted with who would become his life long obsession. Well he didn't actually meet someone, but someone's works. Books were already an addiction of Matty's, but these books, became his crystal meth. He spent hours reading them, made excuses to read them. He got all of his school work done the day it was assigned so that he could just sit down in his underwear and read these books. He'd lost boyfriends because of these books, lost friends in general, and it didn't phase him one bit, because Matty was pretty sure the only person he ever wanted to be with, was the anonymous author of these books. Now a college graduate, Matty is ready to apply to law school. He's hoping to become a lawyer just like his step father and live a peaceful white collar life. There's just two problems, one, the love of his life is still a fantasy and not a reality, and two, his roommate is every single pet peeve smooshed into one big giant ******** of ********! Skills: Cleaning skills, anything law related, cooking, the ability to read a 500 page book in around four hours Dislikes: When things are...sloppy, people who are too easy to understand, getting wasted (too many bad incidents), alternative style, not knowing the time, when people leave all the cabinets open! Bugs...chewed up gum in his general vicinity, when people diss the best ******** writer in the ******** world. Likes: Fluffy socks, reading, fantasizing about a certain writer, tidiness, creativity, mystery, a certain writer, a certain writer, a certain writer, a certain writer, coffee User: Troubled Monster
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 8:31 pm
 Jason Trammel Hey, you can call me Jay or whatever. I was born in 1991, making me 19. Hate My Life:
Ad bacculum, pro bono, non sequiter, ad hominem, yeah, that's all latin. Latin is a dead language, nobody's supposed to speak it these days, but people do; people speak latin all the time. There's a ton of latin in law, with lawyers, they speak a dead language-so I guess it's alive, but it's not, it's dead. So what's death then? What does it mean to die? How do we classify something as dead if we break the rules everyday? I guess what I'm trying to say is, 'innocent till proven guilty' died right alongside Chelsea Parker. I guess nothing really matters now-nothing at all, because people don't care that my name is Jason Trammel, they don't care that I don't have a middle name, they don't care that throughout my whole existence they've known me and have praised me, called me a good kid. Everyone's got one defining moment, one split second that defines them. It's what people write on your grave, what people will remember you by once you kneel over and find yourself under six feet of dirt. My defining moment, just happens to be my hand on the wheel and my foot on the gas the day my truck slammed into the side of Chelsea Parker's car. My defining moment, is the night I killed Chelsea Parker. And at the time, I thought I was the one that died. But what do you care, you know? Some girl's dead and it's my fault-or really, I don't know who's fault it is.
I've never been outside of Clover Ridge. Guess you could say I'm a small town kid. Growing up I never had a mom. She died in childbirth, my first victim you could say. My dad didn't resent me though, I think losing his wife made me even more precious to him. My dad's name is Robert, but really everyone just calls him Bob. He was always good to me, but always always working. Growing up I was a real messy outdoorsy kind of kid. I hunted frogs, jumped in the brook with my clothes on, threw mud, basically roamed around. I was the town's kid, not just Bob's kid. But after a while it became important that I pitched in with work and s**t. Clover Ridge isn't exactly glamorous, so I did the practical s**t. I fixed people's steps, helped them start their cars, mowed lawns-I liked it though, I liked being outside. High school was where I started "finding" myself. I was always aggressive, a man's man. I named my frickken German Shepard Cujo, after the dog that killed people, you know? And, Football, yeah had my fair share of that s**t. I was a linebacker, which basically meant I tackled people all day long. I was never academic though, ever. I didn't want to go to college, what was the point in leaving Clover Ridge? So then I found my girlfriend, and I wasn't as aggressive as I thought. I really liked her, still really like her, she made me realize I didn't always have to be super macho. We were insperable-well no not really, I just liked to think so. I was friends were her friends, she was friends with my friends, it was easy, really easy. And then one day, disaster struck. Everyone's calling me a murderer, calling me a monster, talking about me, saying I'm a drunk, that I'm no good. But don't they realize that Chelsea was my friend too? Don't they realize it was an accident? Don't they realize that just because they say I was drunk doesn't mean I was? I got hurt too, and I'm not saying Chelsea didn't get way worse than me, but I'm saying, why does it suddenly mean I'm this psycho killer? I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt! And my girlfriend? Why doesn't she just-I know that it's my fault that her best friend is dead, and I know that she's totally right to be devastated, but why can't we deal with this together-because I-because I'm ******** devastated too. I feel-I'm not hollow even though now I seem like some shell of a human being. And sometimes I talk to Chelsea, like before I go to bed I talk to her, ask her what to do, say I'm sorry-but nothing's ever going to change and everything's just going to keep exploding! My dad can't take the pressure, I never see him, ever. He blows up at-and now all this resentment is crawling out of him. I've isolated myself-and I'm stuck going to court, and everybody's talking about me-and dammit I wish I had done better in school and saved up for college because I just want to escape.
Behind These Hazel Eyes:I was always sort of aggressive-not angry, but I was never shy. I like getting gritty and I like physical stuff. Now-I don't even really know. I'm confused about everything and I can't stand talking to people. I'm in my head all the time, and I'm full of regret, and remorse and I just can't look people in the eye, I just can't do it. But, I get angry now, more than ever. Little things just freak me out now-I just get too frustrated too fast. The Carpal Tunnel of Love:
oo1. The outdoors
oo2. Cujo
oo3. Going shirtless
oo4. Beer-but I never drank and drove!
oo5. What I used to have with my girlfriend My Kryptonite:
oo1. Feeling so depressed
oo2. People who whisper about me like I'm not there
oo3. Lawyers
oo4. Myself, kind of
oo5. Foreign languages
Stuck in my Head; This is How I Disappear // My Chemical romance 
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