Post by thefallen on Jul 11, 2010 12:02:14 GMT -5
ziggymarcuslestate !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: ziggy
age: twenty-three
gender: male
staff position: not a teacher
sexuality: straight
played by: david marley[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
personality: Ziggy is a very happy person. He enjoys life and tries to live it to the fullest. He always has a smile on his face and a peace sign on his fingers. He rarely gets angry and barely anything gets him mad at a person. He is very opinionated though. He has a voice and a say on any subject you could think of. He loves his music and basically lives and breaths it. He is an all around fun loving person.
likes:
- Reggae
- Jamaica
- Dancing
- Playing His Guitar
- Standing Up For His Rights
- Bob Marley
- Break Dancing
- His Dreadlocks
dislikes:
- Being Made Fun Of
- Dr. Pepper
- The Government
- Beer
- Any Italian Food
- Getting His Hair Cut
- Violence
- Racism
strengths:
- his happiness
- his personality
- his way with words
- his wittiness
- his smile
weaknesses:
- his ability to forgive
- his defience to fight
- caring too much
- listening to other peoples problems
- being allergic to cats
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: Jamel Wyclef Lestate
siblings:
- Cedella Lestate / full sister / 29
- Stephen Lestate / full brother / 22
- Robbie Williams / half brother / 21
- Rohan Lestate / half brother / 21
- Julian Pounder / half brother / 20
- Ky-Mani Belnavis / half brother / 20
- Damian Breakspeare / half brother / 19
significant other (s): Ziggy does not have one.
pets: Ratley / brown male rat / 7 m/ o
hometown:Nine Mile in Saint Ann Parish, Jamaica [/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters here: none
best way to reach you: PM me on the game.
RP sample:
A tear slipping from her eye she knelt down on her grandfather's grave for the fourth time in her life. She remembered the first time she had knelt here, staying back after the funeral and gazing at the freshly upturned dirt as it blurred and wavered in her view. She hadn't remembered anything after that, anything but darkness as she imagined the face that had protected her for years on end from the torments of her life at home. She remembered grasping the dirt so tightly in the palm of her hand that the smallest of sticks had made a welt in her hand. A welt that she still had today, a scar that ran down the length of her right hand, as a reminder of the fear and sorrow that she had had, and still had at home. Her dad, a drunk, and her mother, not one to stop the torment had forced her to hide behind the one other person that could protect her- her dad's dad. They had grown close over the 10 plus years they had spent together. When she was forced to run away from home for the first time, it was her father's dad's house that she had ran to... a three days walk for her. But as the years past she had grown used to the hike cross country, to her grandpa's old house. One that, of course, she had traveled many times since his funeral. The new home owners had grown accustomed to her sitting on the hill overlooking the house.
She imagined the broken down house, and came back to reality. Her grandpa no longer lived there... her grandpa was dead. Two years after his death, she had still been reserved around other people... still having the childish fantasy that somehow he would come back... come back to save her from the fury of his father whenever he was drunk... which had become ever so frequent as the dirt surrounding his dads grave grew stiffer with age. Sighing she shook her head as the tears began to flow... making her a running fountain of salty tears. Wiping them away, she placed a small rose in her hair- like her grandpa always did, and lay another rose next to the head of the tombstone. Dipping her head respectfully at it and whipping yet another tear from her eyes, she stood stiffly, allowing her time to steady her spinning head before she continued down the path that led between the rows of tombstones in the cemetery.
All these people... dead. All these people's family's living with the pain and suffering she had now, for 5 years, understood. All these people's friend's loneliness as the time ticked past without their being present. All these flowers... all the tears spread... all the hurt, and pain, and cries out into the late hours of the night, when all those who had just began to understand the pain of death cried for the lost ones... all the people that dreamed that the one they had lost could just pop out of the dirt like it was all an act... all a dream...
"I'm soo... so... sorry. Please forgive me... please." Alex looked up as she heard the boys pleads. She had heard many a cries, many a tears, but not many men seemed to express themselves quite like this unless they were sure they were alone. She scanned the mounds of neatly arranged rocks and statues for a most likely crumples up form. Dodging in and around the endless statues of Mary and the Saints. Finally, she spotted him. Hands clenched and teeth held together tighter, she moved slowly towards him, so as to not disturb him. She gazed at his back as she tried to decipher the name on the marble stone. She bowed her head respectfully as she knelt behind him. Words had never helped, and they certainly weren't welcome when she had first learned the news. Anything that could be said... it sounded ridiculous. How could anything be alright? How could normality return? How could she survive without her grandfather...'s protection?
But Alex felt a pull to do something for him, to say something, do something, do anything other then leave him alone here with his grief. She knelt there, wondering what to do, what to say... but nothing would be enough. This was something he alone could work through. So she did the only one thing she could to help him through it, she rested her hand softly on his shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze. Smiling softly in what she hoped didn't give off too much of what her past's memories were forcing into her head. Her mother, giving her the same gesture when Alex had first heard the news... her friend Malory smiling softly, as if she understood, giving her a firm hug as Alex cried hard on her shoulder... She sighed softly, these memories were not meant to be re-lived, but then, why did everyone relive them, and why did everyone remember the things they didn't want to remember in such detail. Surely it was a punishment of some sort, surely it was whatever god that actually existed having a little bit of entertainment at the fact that all human kind suffered from the memories and experience of death...
But Alex had learned... she had learned that no matter how much you hated whatever unseen force that put them under this torment, no matter how cursed you made yourself or how far you pushed yourself into the dirt, that you would still have the memories, and you would still have to deal with them one way or the other. She wished for that realization for this boy... this boy that looked about her age... this boy who's tears and panic so fresh and live that she didn't want to stand by and watch him suffer so... but this boy that would surely need someone by him- whether he knew the person or not- to spend the long hours of full on tear taps kneeling on the freshly turned dirt. "Stop... make it stop!!" She heard him cry... moments before he passed out. Well apparently- for once, she had been right.
She imagined the broken down house, and came back to reality. Her grandpa no longer lived there... her grandpa was dead. Two years after his death, she had still been reserved around other people... still having the childish fantasy that somehow he would come back... come back to save her from the fury of his father whenever he was drunk... which had become ever so frequent as the dirt surrounding his dads grave grew stiffer with age. Sighing she shook her head as the tears began to flow... making her a running fountain of salty tears. Wiping them away, she placed a small rose in her hair- like her grandpa always did, and lay another rose next to the head of the tombstone. Dipping her head respectfully at it and whipping yet another tear from her eyes, she stood stiffly, allowing her time to steady her spinning head before she continued down the path that led between the rows of tombstones in the cemetery.
All these people... dead. All these people's family's living with the pain and suffering she had now, for 5 years, understood. All these people's friend's loneliness as the time ticked past without their being present. All these flowers... all the tears spread... all the hurt, and pain, and cries out into the late hours of the night, when all those who had just began to understand the pain of death cried for the lost ones... all the people that dreamed that the one they had lost could just pop out of the dirt like it was all an act... all a dream...
"I'm soo... so... sorry. Please forgive me... please." Alex looked up as she heard the boys pleads. She had heard many a cries, many a tears, but not many men seemed to express themselves quite like this unless they were sure they were alone. She scanned the mounds of neatly arranged rocks and statues for a most likely crumples up form. Dodging in and around the endless statues of Mary and the Saints. Finally, she spotted him. Hands clenched and teeth held together tighter, she moved slowly towards him, so as to not disturb him. She gazed at his back as she tried to decipher the name on the marble stone. She bowed her head respectfully as she knelt behind him. Words had never helped, and they certainly weren't welcome when she had first learned the news. Anything that could be said... it sounded ridiculous. How could anything be alright? How could normality return? How could she survive without her grandfather...'s protection?
But Alex felt a pull to do something for him, to say something, do something, do anything other then leave him alone here with his grief. She knelt there, wondering what to do, what to say... but nothing would be enough. This was something he alone could work through. So she did the only one thing she could to help him through it, she rested her hand softly on his shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze. Smiling softly in what she hoped didn't give off too much of what her past's memories were forcing into her head. Her mother, giving her the same gesture when Alex had first heard the news... her friend Malory smiling softly, as if she understood, giving her a firm hug as Alex cried hard on her shoulder... She sighed softly, these memories were not meant to be re-lived, but then, why did everyone relive them, and why did everyone remember the things they didn't want to remember in such detail. Surely it was a punishment of some sort, surely it was whatever god that actually existed having a little bit of entertainment at the fact that all human kind suffered from the memories and experience of death...
But Alex had learned... she had learned that no matter how much you hated whatever unseen force that put them under this torment, no matter how cursed you made yourself or how far you pushed yourself into the dirt, that you would still have the memories, and you would still have to deal with them one way or the other. She wished for that realization for this boy... this boy that looked about her age... this boy who's tears and panic so fresh and live that she didn't want to stand by and watch him suffer so... but this boy that would surely need someone by him- whether he knew the person or not- to spend the long hours of full on tear taps kneeling on the freshly turned dirt. "Stop... make it stop!!" She heard him cry... moments before he passed out. Well apparently- for once, she had been right.
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