Post by zekedavinporte on Jan 18, 2011 21:12:03 GMT -5
ZekeDavinPorte !
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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: davin (close friends).
age: eighteen.
gender: male.
grade: senior.
sexuality: straight.
played by: cam gigandet.[/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: Zeke is the epitome of everything "bad" you could look at him and see trouble wether he's breaking into cars smoking illegally,trashing anything in his way or stealing from someone he doesn't care much for. Its trouble smelled on him from a mile away. Which is why police and most can't stand him. But the fact is that he's not too much to blame seeing how fending for himself and only himself is all he knows. His parents abandoned Zeke on picnic table in some nasty metro area park. Wether it was from there constant drug use or something else they just abandoned him when he was just a baby. He was found of course and thats when the whole "foster care system of horror" started, Every family he got adopted into he realized very quickly that they cared nothing about him and so he would have only himself to fend for. He barely was fed at all by his foster parents he went out and began stealing at the age of eleven. He had no choice in the matter or way his life went he was all alone, At times he doubted if he could make it another day. When he was about sixteen his criminal record began and well things just worst from there on out. Now as some sort of punishment/last hope for him he was sent to Jacksonville boarding high school.
likes: drugs, anything to keep his life all a haze. Partying somewhat and trashing things. Writing poetry about his life (he keeps this hidden) cars.being sarcastic
dislikes: everything that doesn't better or help him.naggers and hates being played for a fool because underneath the drugs this kids pretty darn smart.
strengths: Independence is definitely a really great trait he's had to learn from all his horrible experiences.. and unapproachable nature he scares some people who don't understand and know him or about his life.
weaknesses: Loner, because when you're so comfortable being by yourself who can help you? stubborn,He hesitates and hides his true feelings from people and when he cares for someone he doesn't show it in the right way .
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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: Solomon Porte.(doesn't know him.)
siblings: nope.
significant other (s): nope.
pets: Cactus tree named "fiona"
hometown: Chicago[/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: PPPMMM
RP sample:
Golden justice taking the form of a sliver blade slashed through the night with its brilliance. The beautiful song of the blade in motion was cut short with a spine-tingling clash as it cam into contact with a pure black shadow in the form of a trident. Time itself paused as the dualisms met. then with a grinding resonance it resumes as the two weapons take flight from each other, each returning to their masters. The owner of the silver blade buckles to their knees, the force of the attack resounding throughout their body. The figure armed with the trident of dark saw it as an opportunity, launching in a savage arc the trident ran the figure through. The light of hope forever dimmed, night rained supreme as an 8 year old stood up cheering his outstretching arms quickly reached for the ceiling as a “yes!” Was audible.
“Is it okay to leave it around here ma'am?” A voice coming from behind a long, cardboard, and obviously heavy boxed asked, only showing the slightest note of strain.
“Yes, yes, a bit further, no a bit more to your left...There, perfect.” A housewife in her early thirties wearing an apron guided the deliveryman as he carried the package into the house. Making gestures he couldn't possibly see.
“Whew” Armel stood up straight stretching his back after placing the package on the table. Happy to be rid of the troublesome object. “Is that all?”
“Yes, thank you very much. ” The housewife smiled, her hands resting on the expecting bulge underneath the apron.
“Happy to help.” Armel responded, his non-sarcastic tone was bright but for some reason did not come off as being sincere. Taking a step towards the table once again he took the clipboard and pen he had placed earlier and headed towards the door, the housewife trailing him.
“Now if you could just sign here and here please.” Standing at the entranceway he held out the implements with a patented smile.
After a two quick signatures Armel took back the document and pen and gave it a brief look over. “Everything seems to be in order” he smiled from over the clipboard when he felt a tug on his bright green work jacket. Turning his head he was met by an expectant-looking child.
“Mr. Armel next time you come over you have to promise to give me more pointers okay?” The 8 year-old grinned revealing two gaps in his otherwise pure white row of teeth.
“Paul!” His mother began, “Mr. Armel is busy with his own studies. He hardly has time for games.”
She was right, Armel hardly ever played games, much less the one Paul was playing. He just happened to glace by as he was moving the parcels inside and commented on something he thought was obvious. Regardless, “Sure thing!” Armel ruffled Paul's hair for a bit before standing up.
Leaving the small apartment and waving goodbye to the soon to be family of three, Armel turned towards at pastel painted sunset. A mix of disappointment and anxiety stewed beneath his complacent front. Today hadn't yielded any results either. Sighing and looking skywards he thought maybe he was going about this all wrong, maybe magicians didn't use moving companies. Starting his moped he began the long ride uphill back to the warehouse. It looks like this whole "granting your wildest dreams" thing would cut into the sparse free time he had and That was super definitely for sure.
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