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Post by dear ♥ desolate on May 15, 2007 5:02:18 GMT -5
Personal Information
Name: Jesseh
Ways to contact you: PMs.
Other Characters that you play: Pretty sure you already know.
How did you find this place: Memory = Gone.
Anything else we need to know about you?: Nurrr.
Character Information:
Character's Name: Strydier Valo Voltexiulliumn
Age: Nineteen
Grade: Senior
Height: 6'6"
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Pale blue, but he usually wears purple contact lenses
Other Family Members: Mother, Anne-Marie, alive. Father, Jack, alive. Younger sister, Grace, dead.
Personality: Strydier is possibly going to be the most sarcastic, sullen, rude, dirty and downright smart-arsed person you are ever going to meet. He doesn't give a shit about what anyone thinks, and would rather kill you than say 'thank you'. He has never said 'I love you' to anyone, and is actually very scared of committment and true love. He is very shuttered down, and speak to him and expect to be rebutted straight back.
He is as dark as his clothes, and has a never-ending store of sarcastic comebacks and remarks. He hates preps and posers, and spits out those two words like there's no tomorrow. He will call anyone a prep, even the most hardcore punks on the street you could ever hope to meet. This kind of behaviour gets him into trouble often, but Strydier is intimidating enough himself, so usually a narrowed eye or two can end the dispute. He swears profusely, even at teachers. Sometimes they become so used to it they just sigh warily and walk away when he foul-mouthes them, knowing that they won't be able to stop him.
Likes;
x_ hardcore chicks
x_ tattoos
x_ piercings
x_ black
x_ drinking
x_ drugs
x_ partying
x_ waking up hammered
x_ waking up to some girl who you can't remember her name
Dislikes;
x_ preps
x_ posers
x_ people who spell his name wrong [pretty much everyone]
x_ aunties who pinch his cheek
x_ any authority figure
x_ pink
x_ preps
x_ posers
x_ preps and posers
x_ posers and preps
x_ people bringing up/talking about/touching his scars
Appearance: Scary, intimidating and hardcore to say the least. With pitch black hair, stark white skin, weirdly glowing eyes and the multitudes of piercings and tattoos he sports, Strydier is not one to approach to ask the time. He nearly always wears a dark scowl, and slouches terribly in chairs. He religiously dresses in baggy black pants with chains hanging on them, band shirts or shirt with smart-arse comments on them, or black shirts or red-and-black-striped shirts. Heavy black boots or black Converse, and his usual array of piercings. He has so many tattoos, I can't even describe them all. He also has a lot of nasty scars, most of which he won't talk about, so don't ask.
History: One thing you should know about Strydier; he never talks about his past. Ever. If you want a pair of broken kneecaps, sure! Go ahead and ask. If you prefer to live, don't. To make a long, painful story short: His mom and dad had Strydier when she was 14 and he 15. They ran away from home and ended up in a place called Death Valley. A few years later, Strydier's little sister Grace was born. He loved her dearly, and they lived delightedly for a few years. Until Grace got cancer and died. Strydier couldn't handle the pain and ran away from home and ended up here. He won't talk about it. End of story.
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