Right-o.
This is a character I made, and while I love him, something bothers me.
He doesn't seem finished to me.
Helps?
This is a character I made, and while I love him, something bothers me.
He doesn't seem finished to me.
Helps?
o3. The Teen Father
Noelle
Under this costume, I'm still just the same old {HAELEN COLFAX}
But you can call me 'HAEL'.
I look younger than my {19} years <3
[-= My fairytale's not so good =-]
My parents were married for four years before the had me. I was a pretty rebellious kid, always getting into fights and stuff at school, hanging out with a pretty bad crowd. I'd skip class so I could go smoke with my friends or shoplift at the near-by mall. I thought I was so bad-a**, when I was really just an obnoxious kid that needed to get his a** kicked. That didn't happen, though. The more fights I got into, the better at fighting I got, and the more I won. After a while, I joined a gang. That was a pretty bad time in my life. I stopped going to school completely, and got into some pretty bad s**t. I won't go into detail, but let's say some people ended up getting hurt, some others died, and I was horrified. I was sick of my life being about athe quickest way to cause the most pain and I wanted out. I quit the gang I was with, but it wasn't a quick process; it took me almost a year to get out, and they beat me up pretty bad for that; I was in a coma for a few days.
After I quit, I started going back to school. I had missed so much, I got held back a year. That's when I met Larie. A teaching assistant, she was six years older than me, and I thought she was such a beautiful person, I couldn't help falling head-over-heels in love with her. I didn't realize until later that it was a love she didn't return. Not long after we met, we had sex. I was young and inexperienced, so I'm sure there were a lot of mistakes I made, but the biggest one was getting an expired condom. It broke, and Larie got pregnant. Neither of us were too happy about that, but I guess Larie was a bit less esctatic that I was; she didn't want the kid. She was going to give up our baby, and I would never see it again, so it was either take the kid myself, or never see it again. So I took her. I didn't have a clue what I was doing, but I thought my parents could help me. Stupid me. When my parents heard I was going to be a father at fifteen, and that I was going to be a single parent, they said it was either the kid goes, or we both do.
I was going to go with that, let my baby be adopted by someone else, but then Larie went into labor. I was at the hospital the entire time, and when Larie refused to hold the baby, the nurse gave her to me. The minute I held her, I knew I could never give Noelle up. My heart was hers'. It's stupid and mushy, but there it is. So I left my parent's house, rented a shitty apartment with the small amount of money I'd saved, and I moved out. The place I got wasn't in the best part of town, but it would have to do until I could get a job and scrimp together enough money to find someplace better. I ended up quitting school again and getting a job with a construction company, because the pay was good. For the first year, I left Noelle with the landlady at four am, then went to work. Eventually, I saved enough money so that I could get a better place, so now me and Noelle live in a basement suit, about a block away from this community center I take her to.
Noelle is four now. She goes to daycare at the center while I work, and after, I go there so I can finish getting my graduation equivalent. There's a girl there that watches out for my kid whenever she's there, and sometimes she'll help me with some of the school work, 'cause some of her school classes are the same ones I'm doing.
So, the basic rundown of my life; I'm a nineteen year old ex-gang leader that's got a four year old daughter and never graduated high school.
...Be like that? Fine, I will...
I don't know what to say. I'm smart, and since I got out of the criminal stuff, I'm the guy who takes care of people. I'm always smiling, and if you ever need help, I'm the one you call, 'cause I'll do my best, even if I don't know you that well. I've been told I'm a 'natural comforter', whatever that means. I try not to worry about things because I know that there's really no point in worrying. I've pretty much got no worries in all situations, so people just assume I'm cracked. That makes me come across as a careless idiot, but there you go. As soon as something's up with Noelle, though, that's right out the window, but mostly, my mentality is like my clothes; relaxed, layed back, and casual. Not much gets to me, but when it does, look out. Ninety-nine percent of the time I have a smile on my face, and I'm talking most of the time too. I have a bit of a beach bum mentality, everyone is a friend until proven otherwise, but I'm also fiercely loyal to those who are close to me. I likes hearing me a good joke, as well as telling them. Overall, I have a set of morals that I don't stray from (anymore), nothing in the religious form or anything, mostly politeness and manners, which I give credit to my parents for giving me a strong and stable upbringing. For example, you hold a door open for a girl or lady, say please and thank you, never hit a woman - and of course, I've learned on my own how to turn on the charm when it comes to the opposite sex.
I'm one of those people that you know, at first sight, is a person of great confidence - but it doesn't border on arrogance. Despite all emotional and existentialistic dilemmas and questions that might have been part of my development as a person, I'm someone who knows who he is and what he wants. I've got great charisma and a way with words, which is why I was always the first to be chosen to represent my class, the first to offer my opinion in any debate, and the first to be called in to defend the weakest, as one might say. I like to think I'm a very interesting person to know -- I'm very friendly, have a great albeit at times dark sense of humour, can always spare a moment to share a word with you and I'm the first to volunteer for anything, be it a party, a debate or a trip to the movies. I've got a tendency to discuss my points of view to all in my hearing whether they're interested or not. I can be so incredibly stubborn to the point I'll debate something for the sake of argument and go on and on and on until you get it into your head that I'm right. On the other hand, I'm self-critic enough to recognize when I'm wrong and I will most likely fall into humour, providing you with the most preposterous and idiotic arguments to prove my own point of view.
I figure things aren't an issue until they start messing with work and Noelle. I don't see anything wrong with spending a Sunday afternoon on the couch as long as work is done and there is nothing else to accomplish. Over all, I try to live life to the fullest and will try just about anything once.
When it comes to Noelle, I'm such a softie; I'll let her do my nails, or put stuff in my hair, whatever. Some guys would never do that, but they're small things that make her happy, so why not? She's my life, that kid.
This is me;;
The Teen father. He was born into a fairly well off middle class family. He had all the advantages, but regardless of that he lived a very wild childhood. It wasn't long before he was recruited into a gang. By the time he was fourteen he wanted out, though, because he hated the life, the killing, the lies, just everything about it. It took time, but he got out and started to go to school, his life was back on track. Then he met Larie. His beautiful Larie. She was a few years older and he thought he was in love with her. It wasn't long before the relationship became sexual, and after that it wasn't long before Larie got pregnant. She wanted nothing to do with the baby so after the child was born she gave up custody and dissapeared. Unfortunately, his parents weren't too thrilled, so unless he gave the baby up for adoption, he was out. Guess what he did? He took his baby and he left. He didn't have a job, just the money he'd earned up til then, so he had to move to a not-so-nice part of town. He got a job, but he comes to the center because it's a safe place for his kid, plus the daycare is free. There's this one girl who helps take care of his kid, and he's taken a bit of a liking to her.
Well, I like you, but [THE ABUSED] owns my heart.
If you could see inside my brain, all you'd find is ((nEOROTIC_nARCOTik)).
