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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 3:06 pm
L O G A N MATTHEWS ☆- - - the b a s i c s
☆name - - - Logan Nicholas Matthews
☆age- - - 24
☆gender- - - Male
☆preference- - - Gay
☆theme- - - Monster // Lady Gaga
☆birthday- - - August 14 1987
☆- - - the i d e n t i t y
☆personality- - - Well, because Logan is constantly under the influence of prescription pain killers (of which he has no prescription for), he is often calm and spacey. However, Logan can be extremely sarcastic and even mean. He's servile in the sense that he'll always do what's asked of him, but he won't do anything unless there's something in it for him. If he's not getting paid immediately, he won't strip. If he's not presented with vicodin, morphine, or some other narcotic, he won't listen to a word Santiago says. Furthermore, Logan can be pretty rude to the other prostitutes of Club KOKO. He himself isn't particularly happy and his emotional state is reflected in the way he treats others...which isn't very nicely.
☆biography- - - Logan from the start, didn't have a very good relationship with his family. Being the oldest of two brothers had always pinned a lot of responsibility on Logan, and he hated responsibility. Anytime anything ever happened to Ian, his younger brother, Logan was blamed. Plainly put, Logan didn't want to be bothered and he wanted to do his own thing. From a young age he started to distance himself from his family. His father was a hard worker and was gone a lot of the time, so escaping him was easy enough. Escaping mommy and Ian, not so easy. Logan's mother was overbearing, to put it nicely. She wanted too much from him all the time and insisted Logan include his brother in everything. Oddly enough, Logan didn't quite like Ian, so every waking second with the little boy was torture. As he grew older, Logan became adventurous. He liked danger, and experimenting, and so it was really no surprise that Logan smoked his first cigarette when he was twelve years old. From that point on, Logan became involved with a pretty bad crowd. He was a part of "those kids". They were the kids with shitty grades, grungy clothing, and a plethora of dugs at their disposal. At that point in his life, Logan wasn't terribly into drugs. Sure, he'd smoke cigarettes and weed, have a couple of shots of vodka if someone could get it, but he wasn't dabbling in the world pills. The real reason he surrounded himself with foul mouthed druggies was because for some reason, and he didn't know why, Logan knew he wasn't like all the other kids. He knew there was something off about himself, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, and it irked him. When he was fifteen years old, Logan lost his virginity to Samantha Taylor, and it was then that Logan identified what exactly made him so different. Where everyone else was straight, he was gay. The realization of his sexuality is what spiraled Logan into a period of uncontrolled drug abuse. He starting popping pills and snorting s**t all the while keeping his sexuality a secret. He took the drugs to make himself feel better, but all they did was make him feel worse. He supposed being high made the fact that he was so different nebulous, which was what he wanted because facing reality and having to think about telling his parents was...was unbearable. Logan was surrounded by kids who threw around the word f**, and used the word gay, and were, maybe unknowingly, violently anti-homosexual. He was afraid to do anything but seem straight, which was hard to keep up with the arrival of a certain Mark Harris. Logan had never wanted to ******** someone so badly in his life. Logan was sixteen at the time and Mark Harris was seventeen, so of course, consensually, were they to have sex, everything would have been fine, but there was a problem, Mark Harris, was straight as an arrow. Logan figured he could be smart about this whole thing. He and Mark hung out in he same crowd and so he figured, if they could just sort of find each other at a party, Logan could maybe slip a few Tylenol PMs in Mark's beer, get the other woozy, and ******** his brains out. Believe it or not, Logan did put his plan into effect. He was desperate and repressed and so, at the party, in a secluded room, with a drug induced Mark Harris, was the single worst decision of Logan's life. Mark should have been more drugged up than he was, but he wasn't. And when Mark said no, Logan said yes. At only sixteen years old, just a junior in high school, Logan had raped a senior. Things didn't exactly blow over smoothly. After being jumped by about twelve people, the word f** started to engulf Logan who was now finding his only salvation in little white pills. He was afraid his crime would reach his parents, and he was afraid of prison and of, and of himself really. He knew it was nobody's fault but his own, and he knew, just based on how the world worked, that eventually it was all going to blow up in his face. And one day, it did. While walking homey, high as a kite of course, Logan found himself surrounded by a group of six seniors and face to face with a very angry Mark Harris. Defending himself proved useless as Logan was, to put it very simply, gang raped. Shortly after, things started to fall apart. Apparently word of Logan's crime, as well as the actions taken against him as revenge, had reached his family and Logan was disowned. With nowhere else to go, Logan crashed at a friend's place. This friend, Sawyer, knew there was a possibility Logan could get in even more trouble than he was already in and told Logan about this friend of his, Angel Scarfone. Apparently Angel was just a train ride away in Manhattan and helped out a lot of kids who were...in trouble so to speak. So with nothing to lose, a train ticket and some borrowed cash, Logan rode into New York City and met up with this Angel Scarfone character. Turns out Angel was big in the gay district, which Logan personally didn't have a problem with. For about a week, things were looking good for Logan. He was free to be gay, he had a place to stay and food to eat...but no drugs. Man did Logan crave drugs. Angel it seemed, was smarter than he first appeared. He insisted it was time Logan pay up-and if Logan cooperated, well then Angel would supply him with a nice dose of morphine. Logan was eager for drugs, but not excited to strip in a grimy old strip club full of men who were ten years older than him. Out of necessity he supposed, Logan did become a stripper for Angel, and did quite well. His youth helped him it seemed, as skeevy and perverted as it was. Angel's friends started the next chapter in Logan's life. Friends of Angel's would constantly be at the club after hours to play cards and every so often Logan would sit there, in his underwear, as the decoration. He was twenty years old when he first met Santiago Hiralgo. The man was flashy, and good looking, and apparently, influential. Santiago, who everyone addressed "Don" Santiago, ran the hottest club in the entirety of the gay district, and Logan found himself immediately attracted to the rather suave man. Whenever he acted as decor for Angel's poker nights, Logan tried to focus all his attention on Santiago and in return get Santiago's attention. Finally, it seemed Logan's actions paid off. One night after a huge winning streak on Santiago's part, Logan found himself in the bathroom with a certain Spaniard on top of him. One thing led to another and Logan was the current ******** buddy of Club KOKO's influential owner. Logan secured a job at Club KOKO, which paid more, and got him more drugs. Logan didn't have to worry about rent, as he was living with Santiago, so every once and a while, he'd be paid solely in vicodin. Eventually, Logan was exposed to Santiago's prostitution rig. Logan wasn't too keen on selling his body, but after a bit of violent convincing on Santiago's part (Santiago had broken a bottle of gin over Logan's head) Logan wasn't just a stripper, but a prostitute as well.
Over time Logan eased up to his new profession. It wasn't too terrible he supposed, and for all the money he brought in from sleeping around, he got his weight in drugs. Logan's relationship with Santiago, however, dwindled. They "broke up" so to say, even though the two never actually stopped sleeping with each other. Logan managed to secure his position as Santiago's bottom b***h, but even being Santiago's best b***h didn't free Logan from the man's wrath which sadly, would follow him everywhere he went.
☆likes- - - heavy pain killers, hats, muscles, macaroni and cheese, money, fresca-that s**t's delicious, green things, cigarettes, weed, boxer briefs
☆dislikes- - - being sober, questions, animals, the cold, cops, being violently manhandled, being called Lola-which people insist on calling him, running out of cash and having to stay with Santiago, drag queens
☆height- - - 6'1
☆weight- - - 171 lbs
☆behind the insanity - - Troubled Monster
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 6:24 pm
S A N T I A G O ☆- - - the b a s i c s ☆name - - - Santiago Armando Hiralgo ☆age- - - 29 ☆gender- - - male ☆preference- - - gay ☆- - - the i d e n t i t y ☆occupation- - - Owner of Club KOKO ☆likes- - - sex, being in charge, cash, exotic birds, good looking boys, respect ☆dislikes- - - insolence, law enforcement, people who cheat at cards, children, sticky things, daylight ☆height- - - 6 ft ☆weight- - - 165 lbs
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EROS ☆- - - the b a s i c s
☆name - - - Eros Zourlos
☆age- - - 2003, though he appears to be around 20 or 21
☆gender- - - male
☆preference- - - gay
☆theme- - - E.T// Katy Perry
☆birthday- - - March
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☆personality- - - Eros is sort of, mean. He's not a terrible person, not really, but he's very snarky and has no patience for people. However, he can go into fits of uncertainty and boredom. When he's feeling down, he's much more, human, and relies heavily on others for support. Eros can also be sort of wacky and dramatic, and ultimately he likes to have a good time. He is loose and free spirited, but definitely controlling. And while Eros is one of the oldest vampires around, he tries to stay out of the ancient customs he was brought up on and opts for a life of independence.
☆biography- - - Eros wasn't always a vampire, nor was his name always Eros. He lived in a time where electricity didn't exist, where running water was unthinkable and people believed in Gods. He lived in ancient Greece, Athens to be exact. Eros had led a relatively normal human life. His family was well to do, though they weren't positively wealthy, and Eros was studying all the philosophy and art Athens had to offer as well as partaking in his favorite pass time, archery. Fate, apparently, didn't see Eros as human for much longer.
His father had been friends with a man named Ambrosios, who for some reason, was, to put it simply, better at everything than everyone else. He was faster, stronger, smarter, wealthier, than anyone Eros had ever encountered, not to mention he was the picture of Adonis. And so, Eros, and his family attend Ambrosios' dinner party...only to find out they themselves, were the meal. It was a slaughter. The human families invited were eaten alive and forced to watch their kin ripped to shreds. Eros, and a woman he didn't know (who he later learned to be Cassandra) were sparred. They were to be Ambrosios' new immortal servants. The memory of pulling himself out of the ground was deeply ingrained for many years, and when he did manage to crawl out of his grave, an intense thirst overwhelmed him. Of course Eros knew Ambriosios was the one who had slaughtered his family, but because Ambrosios was the only one with answers, and the only one with a ready supply of blood, Eros was forced to comply. He served Ambriosios for years, paid in heavy amount of blood and rewarded with luxury. He was given silver arrows instead of wood ones, and fine clothing to match his new, almost pristine appearance. It was Eros inhuman beauty that gave him the name "Eros". Ambrosios perhaps thought it was ironic that his little servant fit the description of the God so well, and as a result, he forever nicknamed his servant, Eros. And that was perhaps the real true birth of Eros, who at this point, was not nearly the person he was a few short years ago. He was vicious, bloodthirsty, and itching for revenge. Once his newborn thirst receded, and Eros could once again function in society, he planned his escape. He knew there wasn't a chance in hell he could successfully kill Ambrosios, so Eros decided to sneak out during the day and leave the dreaded manor once and for all. His attempt, thankfully, was successful. Thus Eros started a new chapter in his life. He was now strictly Eros. No one of importance (who was willing to help him) knew him as anything different, and so the name stuck. After a few years of living on his own, Eros developed a relationship with a vampiress named Phaedra, who taught him the inner workings of being a vampire. Eros learned more effective strategies when it came to the hunt, and learned how to camouflage himself with his prey. Their relationship was sort of...cut short. Territorial disputes broke out among the vampires in the area and as sort of collateral damage, Phaedra was killed. Eros, to put it lightly, was devastated. He mourned for decades, taking his resentment out on innocent villages who never really stood a chance. Eros was lonely, and absolutely out of control. It took him hundreds of years to get himself together, and soon the Roman Empire emerged. Rome was a fun sort of stage in the vampire's life. He slept around, got his fill of blood and enjoyed himself watching chariot races in the Colosseum. But nothing ever really went smoothly for long. He developed a rivalry with a Roman vampire named Marcus,and the rivalry ended with Marcus dead and Eros reattaching almost all his limbs to his body. It was then Eros realized he could actually accumulate a lot of territory and become one of the more respected and known vampires of the area. Eros set out and did just that. He was ruthless in his tirade, unwilling to part with any piece of land he had his eyes on. His death toll shot up and soon Eros was controlling an extremely large area of land. Times changed, however, as Rome fell, and soon different counties were sprouting up. Eros remained in Italy for a short while, enjoying the renaissance, until he left his territory in search of some sight seeing. He moved around Europe, and explored Asia, before hearing word of a "new world". Despite his curiosity, Eros did not venture to the new world quite so soon. He continued to make a name for himself in Europe and eventually became one of the oldest vampires alive. While Eros was off in Asia, all the ancients were killing each other off in a bloody battle for power. Hundreds of years passed, and Eros decided it was time to see this "new world". He was terribly bored, with everything. Nothing was exciting anymore, it was as though he had exhausted the world's activities, and so, Eros began experimenting. He tried taking alcohol with his blood, and creating baby vampires, and eventually, Eros tried making love to men. He found the experience to be quite rewarding. It was new, and different, and fresh. Once the United States of America was a real independent country, Eros decided it was time he see what this new world was about. He moved and settled in America where he once again started up his little empire. His desire to reign dwindled as he aged. Technology was popping up everywhere, and the human population was growing rapidly. Wars were becoming advanced, and vampire hunters started to make their appearance, it was all too much for Eros who was lonesome and so very tired. Eros kept his ties to Europe, and remained a prominent figure in the vampire world, but kept to himself and decided to play it low key so to speak. His wants and needs became less dramatic as his lifestyle became modern and started to merge with that of the modern vampires. Before he knew it, Eros was practically a member of human society. He wanted to start over, see what life growing up in a modern era was like. So he reinvented himself, acted like all these progressive vampires. He went out, he partied, and went shopping, he even went out for movies, and it was so very boring. Two thousand years old, and Eros still didn't know what to do with himself. One thing that was most definitely "exciting" was vampires exposing themselves to mankind. It was something never before done, and to say the least, it changed his lifestyle completely. Eros not only identified as a vampire, but he had picked up a human brat in a bar.
☆likes- - - Sex, blood, clothes, artwork, archery, reading vampire pop culture novels, when the air is crisp, staying unbothered, new things
☆dislikes- - - Idiots, boredom, coughing up human food, when people make cat calls, vampire prejudices, the a*****e that killed his family, bugs, strong odors, having to be careful about killing people, working
☆height- - - 5'10
☆weight- - - 147lbs
☆behind the insanity - - Troubled Monster
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 4:22 am
N i c k ☆- - - the b a s i c s
☆name - - - Nicholas Bryant
☆age- - - 23
☆gender- - - male
☆preference- - - gay
☆theme- - - [theme song]
☆birthday- - - 6//21//88
☆- - - the i d e n t i t y
☆personality- - - Nick is...spunky, or maybe just absolutely out of his mind. It's like he has no fear, he's positively intrepid when it comes to him putting himself out there in front of people. While Nick is loud, and goofy, and fun-loving, he's also very grounded. He knows that to get what he wants, he needs to put in the time and the energy and he is so unbelievably dedicated to dance it actually amazing. Because of his years of training in both ballet and contemporary (though he knows about every style of dance), Nick is very aware of human emotions and understands human nature. Nick is also...really gay. He doesn't do anything to cover up his homosexuality and is really proud to be who he is. He talks the way a stereotypical gay man does and dresses like one too. Nick will bust a move randomly but he does it for fun. He's also very touchy and likes snuggling. However, pissing Nick off means the end of the world.
☆biography- - - Nick was one of those kids that everyone knew was gay, even from when he was two years old. He would go into hysterics if his mom wouldn't let him buy barbies and would brush the manes of the My Little Pony dolls for hours. Even before Nick knew he was gay, his parents knew he was. That was perhaps what made them more prepared and accepting, they had a fair warning. Growing up Nick was strong willed. His older brother Devon, who was definitely a bit of a bruiser, was always out playing sports and though Nick wasn't terribly into getting muddy and gross, he was competitive and wanted to beat his brother. Due to their rocky begging, Devon and Nick didn't have a great relationship. Their parents tried to get them to "play nice" but it was to no avail. Once Nick was in elementary school, he tried out for sports and actually was pretty good at baseball. He had a great swing and was a star for a while (as much as an elementary schooler could be) but he hated it. Nick was more creative than athletic and once his mother caught him, dancing along to a show on the TV, she enrolled him in dance classes. It was like he had found his calling. All Nick wanted to do was dance. He loved everything about dance and became a competitive dancer, competing around the country with his dance troupe. His drive to be the best started at a young age and Nick dedicated his time improving his skills. He watched TV in splits, stretched his feet and pushed down on them till he they pointed and touched the floor, he was so focused on dance it actually made his parents worry.
Middle School was a sort of dark age for Nick. Nick knew he was gay, but he didn't really know. The other kids, however, picked up on the differences between Nick and the other boys. He started getting made fun of, and though he wasn't physically bullied, the terrible insults often had him running home crying. His haven was dance, so he dedicated all of his time to learning how to not just do the choreography, but dance it. Eight grade was probably the worst time of Nick's life. Kids started getting braver, and meaner, and once day Nick was actually "attacked". Word spread quickly and for the first time Devon felt compelled to protect his little brother. Devon was a high schooler, he was big, a jock, and scary as ********. Devon's backup helped Nick out immensely and as a result the brothers grew close. His freshman year of high school Nick came out of the closet, though everyone already knew he was gay. He was more confident in himself and found strength in a group of great friends. Girls loved him because he was gay and great with "girl talk" and boys liked him because, number one, he was funny, but number two, he was great at playing match maker. As Nick matured, so did his dancing. He became really ******** good and really ******** dedicated. When he was seventeen years old, Nick one the National Title at the prestigious dance competition NYCDA and was accepted into the Juilliard School for dance. Nick packed up all his belongings and hustled his way into New York City. New York was like a totally different world. Everyone was busy and everyone was ambitious. His first three months of college and already Nick felt like he had learned ten years worth of knowledge. He became friends with a lot more male dancer who were, surprise surprise, gay, Being surrounded by people that were like him allowed Nick to fully break out of his shell...not that he hadn't already done so. Nick became crazy, and goofy, and always had to be the center of attention. He started dating, lost his virginity, went clubbing, got a lap dance, things were crazy, but it was fine because Nick embraced who he was. A year or so into college, Nick went to a party and met a friend of his friend, Pete. Pete was hot, but also, what what? in Columbia!? Sparks started to fly between them and sooner or later, the two were an item. Nick positively adored Pete and the two had an extremely wonderful relationship. They had one bad fight that broke them up for a few weeks, but ultimately they couldn't get away from each other and got back together. They were together for about three years, and still are together. Along the way, Nick met, a bunch of Pete's science friends, including Pete's roommate/best friend, who Nick took a liking too.
Currently everything is working out for Nick and he's excelling at everything he puts his mind too.
☆likes- - - Dance!, bright colors, fashion forward clothes, sweats, hedge hogs, partying, music, sweets, compliments, sex <3, Peteeeeee ,<3 <3 <3
☆dislikes- - - When there's nothing to do, serious TV shows, cocky bitches, when people need "to study", boring people, cut throat people, bugs, injuries
☆height- - - 5' 10 1/2
☆weight- - - 143lbs
☆behind the insanity - - Troubled Monster
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 8:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 9:07 pm
P e t e ☆- - - the b a s i c s ☆name - - - Peter Sampson ☆age- - - 24 ☆gender- - - male ☆preference- - - gay ☆- - - the i d e n t i t y ☆occupation- - - Graduate Student at Columbia ☆likes- - - science, partying, Tony, Nick, Chinese food, coffee, correcting people, praise, the immune system, cats ☆dislikes- - - extremely critical people, when things break in the lab, long lectures, being alone ☆height- - - 6' 2 ☆weight- - - 175 lbs
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 1:45 pm
Noah Emerson A week from 30 Hmm, how was I as a child? Oh I know, superficial, critical and nasty. I don't know if it was because I was Lady Gaga born that way or if my parents sculpted me to be...cut throat. First things first, back to basics, whatever you want to call it, my mom was dumb, and big chested, and my dad was tall and smart! Whooo yay Nancy and Thomas! Thomas was the bread winner and basically my mom's job was to stand around and look pretty. My dad was never home, he was a worker at heart, and my mom's lack of discipline and love of dressing me in Ralph Lauren is what drove me to have a slight attitude problem. Now I didn't mouth off to my teacher per se, but I told my second grade teacher that she needed to get her eyebrows waxed. I know, not the nicest thing to say to authority but uh, this isn't the Middle East, unibrows are a no no. So after a lot of parent teacher conferences and what not, it was determined I was "strong willed"...but I mean, I already knew that. No one knew what to do with me so eventually, no one did anything. Here's the thing, growing up, I used to watch all the TV shows my mom did-and they were fashion based. I knew the fashion world like the back of my hand when I was eleven because I looked that s**t up on the internet. Fashion was cruel and that model is what molded me. I resented my mom for being an idiot and my dad for not wanting to play football with me on the weekends, so my feelings of resentment, combined with this bizarre intelligence on my part is what made me so ambitious. I didn't like living in the suburbs. Everyone was...plain. So so so so plain. The teachers, the parents, the kids, no one dared show off! I did not want to grow up into some beer guzzling middle school teacher so I decided to map out my life when I was twelve. First, I was going to move to New York. Second, I was going to be really important really fast. Third, I was only going to wear things that cost more than $300. And finally, people were going to fear me and want to be me all at the same time. To say the least, I was vicious. No one would stand in my way and if they tried to talk down to me or belittle me, I made sure a nasty rumor about them spread around the community. I mean, I got four teachers fired in a two year span, that's got to be a record. So in high school, I worked my a** of academically and socially. I got straight A's, with the exception of chemistry, which was a B-, but no one needs chem anyway. And even though I didn't like the idea of being tackled to the ground, I joined the football team anyway...because it was the key to popularity. I figured out who to date, what teachers to suck up to and what teachers to get rid of quickly and I acted on everything just as fast. This is bad but I'll share this with you anyway. It was my Senior year, and it was the rivalry game, and this kid, Joe, who was a tank, was supposed to take the ball 30 yards...and basically win the game for us. He would get all the glory and everyone would love him and worship him...but he was ugly. I mean, like, ugly. I don't care if you think that's wrong, but ugly people don't deserve greatness okay, they don't...and Joe never put on deodorant so that was my personal reason for hating him. Long story short, I wanted to win the game and be a big shot. So I sabotaged him. During the play, I tripped the opposing linebacker, pretend to fall and took down Joe with me...he got a concussion...because I pushed the opposing linebacker mid fall and he landed on top of Joe's face. I was left to run the ball and guess who won the game, me. Glory, praise, hot girls, I got it all and I don't regret destroying Joe's football career. I'm terribly cut throat you see, and I'll literally do anything to get what I want. I went to NYU for college and um, experimented. I always thought I was straight, till I drank eight shots of tequila, took ecstasy and hooked up with a black guy. No we didn't have sex, but I wish we had. So from that point on I figured I was bi-curious, and so what, it was New York, all of Chelsea was gay! So after doing wonderfully in college for a while, I dated a model and when I went with her to her job, I realized, I needed to own a modeling agency...and models. How I was going to do it I didn't know, but I figured it out. I started out as a model and when a photographer who just happened to be male showed an interest in me, I dumped my girlfriend and slept with him a million times so that he would book me the best shoots, which he did. I then slept with this great female model, who told her agent about me so then I met him and worked for him a while...and then he told his boss about how I wanted to start managing. So I worked for this French guy for a while and my main competition for getting better jobs was this a*****e Dean. So I broke Dean and his girlfriend up and he ended up becoming an alcoholic, so I got a better job! I then set my sights on Frenchie's job...which was harder to get. So when I was doing crappy little jobs for Frenchie, that involved interactions with his boss, I seduced said boss and in return got Frenchie's job! I basically slept my way to the top and secured a wonderful position. No, I don't have to sleep with anyone to get what I want-because I own people. It's not that I'm not good at my job, I am. I'm great at it in fact and the higher ups love me because if someone screws up once I fire them and get someone better for a cheaper price. I've had this high position for like, three years now, which is pretty good in my opinion! People know who I am, and suck up to me and try and seduce me (even though I see through them) and it's great. I mean occasionally I'll have to do some sucking up, but usually if I want something, I take it. Currently I have an assistant, who I basically lied to, but his feelings don't really matter so long as I win. Anyway, he's....well his name is Kay, but he's more of a Kayla although he insists he's a manly man. So yeah. I have control problems, and am harsh, and critical, and superficial, but I'm damn successful and in the end didn't Machiavelli say that the ends justify the means?
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 3:45 pm
 Angel Wilson Henderson Hey hos you can call me Angel, Kryps (like Kryptonite), Kush, Boomer. I was born in 1989, making me twenty two. Hate My Life:
No sob stories for me, not yet at least. I never had a mom, but I hear she was a crack smoking b***h so it's all good. My dad is fine, he never tried to ******** me, never beat me, nothing, he's a good enough guy. I grew up without much fuss. My dad had some desk job and I worked whatever jobs I could when I was a teenager so that I could get some extra cash. As a result of papa san's late nights, I played mommy. That meant I was in charge of cooking, which I ******** sucked at, and cleaning, which I never did, and buying food...which I actually did do. I felt like a ******** woman, so I rebelled. Rebellion for me meant being really ******** manly, and how do you accomplish that? Easy my good friend, you get chicks. My s**t started coming in around the end of sophomore year and because I was forced to be in touch with my feminine side, I knew what girls wanted. See, getting girls is like being a lawyer; you have to get into the other side's head, know what they're gonna say, what they're gonna do, so that you can counter it. I realized early on that being a good listener means getting to second base. Telling a girl 'they're better than that' means they'll hook up with you despite their boyfriend. There are all these little tricks to get you in bed, but you have to vary them up when you're dealing with more aggressive non bullshit taking girls. So a buddy of mine told me he was friends with some hot bitches and I decided to go along and meet these girls. They were all druggies, so at first my techniques didn't work on them, but I adapted! Stoner chicks are different! You can't just compliment them, they see through that s**t. You need to treat them, like they're guys, then slowly start to realize they're girls. So I used that strategy and lo and behold, I was getting a shitload of head. As a result, I started smoking a ton of weed, and then ventured into a couple of other drugs. Listen, people are always like cocaine kills blah blah blah, bullshit. I love cocaine and it's never done anything but love me back. Towards the end of high school I started getting a bit crazy. I was everyone's go to because, for some unknown reason, drug dealers loved me! So even if I wasn't doing an obscene amount of drugs, I was getting the s**t for everyone, so I got a ton of drug inspired nicknames. The cocaine and crack names really stuck with me because I really like coke, but I had to get the ******** outta high school. So I went to college and it was a ******** blast. Got myself a degree and now I'm good for business. One ******** problem, there aren't any jobs! So I work where I can but I also kind of need a place to live! So I got myself some roommates and now we live in some ******** house thing. I actually really like my situation. I do drugs when I want how I want. I can drink beer all day. Um, I'm ******** two girls at once what what! So technically I'm ******** one girl and ******** the other once, but I plan to ******** the second chick continuously. I mean come on, I'm twenty two, they shouldn't expect commitment out of me.
Behind These Hazel Eyes:I like to think I'm pretty fun when I'm with guys. I mean, I can get out of control when I do a line, but usually I'm just full of energy. I like to do silly things and joke around too. Um, I'm a whole different person when it comes to chicas...I'm not so much of an angel if you know what I mean. I'm a good liar, and I use it to my advantage. I'm nice to girls, like really nice, I'm just not very honest. I tell girls what they want to hear and if that's wrong then...then whatever. Overall I'm a resilient kind of guy and I look out for myself. I can switch personalities at the flip of a coin and am good at dealing with any kind of person. Typically I'm the go to guy when you need to handle a situation. The Carpal Tunnel of Love:
oo1. Girls girls girls
oo2. Cocaine, weed, boomers (not the shrooms kind), ciggys
oo3. Being the center of attention
oo4. Those silly pads from Urban Outfitters
oo5. Getting paid My Kryptonite:
oo1. Dudes who try and steal my girls
oo2. Getting s**t when I want to do a line of coke
oo3. Chick Flicks
oo4. Clingy bitches
oo5. Being out of cash
Stuck in my Head; Kryptonite ::: E-Manuel 
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