Post by haydensherwood on Oct 17, 2010 14:40:30 GMT -5
HAYDENCHRYSTIANSHERWOOD !
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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: Hayden.
age: Eighteen.
gender: Male.
grade: Senior.
sexuality: Gay.
played by: Garrett Ecstasy.[/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]
height: Six feet
weight: 170
hair color: He dyes it a lot; from black, to blond, to brown, to something with highlights. It never stays one color for very long.
eye color: Blue
tattoos: Diamonds going up his right side, hummingbirds drinking blood from a heart on his right shoulder
piercings: Septum, snakebites, ear gauges
personality: Hayden is a sweetheart. He can be hyper and bouncy and loud, but he's also very gentle and laid back. He knows just what to do to not offend people, and can hide his hurt from others so he doesn't make them feel uncomfortable. He doesn't like others to feel discomfort, or sadness, and always seeks to please others. He can be a bit of a push over, but if you try to push him around too much he'll stand up for himself and tell you exactly what he thinks about people like that. He hates stuck up snobby people, and will not tolerate anyone speaking against gay rights or making fun of him - it hurts his feelings, and also hurts a lot of other people. He can be a bit shy at times, also, especially around new people. Around guys he can be really quiet, especially if he doesn't know if they are straight or not because he knows a lot of guys flip out about things like that. Once he is comfortable around someone, he can be a flirt, and usually doesn't hold anything back. If you happen to be one of his close friends, he'll trust you with anything and everything and will be extremely loyal to you. Hayden isn't the type to blackmail, or spread rumors, or spill secrets. The only other soul on Earth that would ever hear a secret that isn't his is Killer, his spunky and playful mare, who he loves with all of his heart and would never let anything bad happen to. She is like family to him, and he would to anything to keep her safe and in shape. They both love to jump, and going fast over open fields or through a cross country course. They are a perfect match, and he wouldn't exchange her for any other horse in the world.
likes: Jumping, Speed, Boys, Horses, His mare Killer On Stand-By (Killer), Being at the barn, Working with horses, Making new friends, Finding bouncy music, Jim <3.
dislikes: Animal abuse, Any other type of abuse, Stuck up people, Stereo types, Getting hurt, Mean people, Getting made fun of, Seeing someone hurt.
strengths: Making friends, Helping, Keeping a smile on his face.
weaknesses: Standing up for himself, Letting all of his emotions and feeling show.
[/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]
father: Andrew Sherwood.
siblings: Rebecka Sherwood.
significant other (s): Jim.
pets: Killer On Standby - Four Year Old Irish Sport Horse - 16.1 Hands
hometown: Charlotte, North Carolina.[/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 o_o
best way to reach you: xfallenangel6661@aim.com or xfallenangel6661@hotmail.com or fleabittengray@yahoo.com
RP sample:
Softly, the eighteen year old boy sighed, a cool breeze rolling off
the ocean to dance around his pale, handsome figure. He lay on his
stomach, propped up on his elbows, toes digging into the sand as his
innocent blue eyes looked out across the majestic ocean. It was high
tide, the waves washing aimlessly over the chilled sand, crashing
against the rocks to his right, sending up splashes of foamy salt
water. The sound was soothing, though not as calming as the steady
pounding of a horse's hooves as it galloped along the shore. Nothing
could compare to that. Even music could not compare to the humorous
nicker of an equine calling out to its owner. Closing his eyes, Hayden
imagined what it would be like if he could have brought his mare
Killer to Rosewood Academy. He'd be a lot happier and confident, that
was for sure! Being away from her... It was like a piece of him was
missing. He really hoped his older sister was keeping her in shape.
"If not, all that training over break will go to waste and I'll have
to start all over!" he murmured, eyes still closed as he listened to
the music of Mother Nature around him. He'd always been the outside
type of person, preferring to lay out in the sun or under the stars
over relaxing indoors. Though he did enjoy curling up with a good book
during a storm, if he wasn't out in the barn making sure the horses
were safe, or cuddling on the couch to watch a good movie. Not that he
got the chance to cuddle with anyone very often at home. His parents
wouldn't have exactly approved of him bringing boys home, and he just
didn't like girls the way they always said a normal boy should - which
was why his parents had no idea that he was gay.
Another sigh, this one of sadness, left the senior's lips as he pushed
himself up, brushing the sand from his body before settling back down
onto his blue and gray homemade blanket, sitting with his knees
slightly bent, arms draped over them with his eyes focused on the sea.
He wanted to tell his parents, just like he'd told his sister and some
close friends back home, but he was afraid of how they would react.
All his life, his parents and the church had engraved into his brain
that liking the same gender was immoral and one of the greatest sins
you could commit. He'd heard his parents views on gay and bi people.
Just thinking about it made his skin crawl, making him feel completely
disgusted with himself.
Not that he'd ever really done anything with anyone. He'd chickened
out any time things started to get a little heated back in North
Carolina, always finding some excuse to head home and never return.
Not once in his life had he had a boyfriend, or gone any further than
a small kiss on the cheek; it was kind of pathetic. "Why do you keep
holding yourself back? Your family isn't even here! It's not like they
would have to find out!" he argued with himself, feeling a hot tear
roll down his cheek. He didn't bother to wipe it away - no one was
around to see him, the always happy and optimistic one, crying anyway.
Plus, he was tired of keeping the tears in. It was tiresome work,
pretending to not be afraid of who you were.
It didn't take very long for the tears to start running down his face
in silent streams, body huddled over, shaking in sobs that hardly made
any noise at all. He'd mastered the art of silence many years ago,
when he'd cried himself to sleep nearly every night. Only once had he
been caught and, thankfully, it had been his sister who had walked
into his room and found him trembling on his bed, curled up into a
tearful ball. She'd stayed up with him the rest of the night, watching
movies and eating ice cream while assuring him that she still loved
him and always would.
Things had gotten a little easier after that night. He didn't cry as
often and, if he felt like he was going to, he spent the night hanging
out with his sister. It had become normal to find the two of them
curled up on the floor together, old Disney movies playing on the TV
as they slept, an empty coffee ice cream container next to them. The
two had always been close, so they're parents never suspected anything
of their son. Or rather, they refused to believe that they're son was
gay. But that didn't stop them from placing stricter rules over the
household.
Hayden wasn't allowed to go anywhere alone, he wasn't allowed to have
guy friends over, he couldn't go to parties unless it was someones
from youth group. Home had pretty much turned into a jail and, though
his sister tried to help by staying home so her brother wouldn't be
stuck alone all the time, he hated to keep her away from her own
friends. So eventually, he convinced her that he was fine and would
manage on his own - after all, he had the horses. That had been enough
for him to cope.
A splash on his arm shook Hayden from his thoughts, returning him to
the California shore. He wiped his eyes, thinking it was just a stray
tear, but as another splash hit him on the nose the boarding school
student noticed just what it was - rain. "I feel like you're crying
along with me. Is it because you don't hate what I am, or because you
wish I was straight?" he whispered, voice shaking. In response, thunder
rumbled overhead and lightening flashed off in the distance, a
mournful sound in the once peaceful atmosphere. "I wish I knew what
that meant.."
Standing up, Hayden grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his
shoulders and over his head, grabbing his flip flops as he moved off
to the boardwalk. He wasn't ready to return to school - no one should
see him like this, he didn't want to worry them. Ducking under the
wood, listening as people ran to their cars, Hayden sniffled and wipes
his face on a dry corner of his blanket before spreading it out and
sitting on it once more, pulling his knees up to his chest and rocking
slowly back and forth.
"I don't hate who I am..." he cried out, not worried about being heard
as the waves crashed angrily on the sands, smashing their fists on
the rocks as thunder and lightening boomed and cracked around him, "I
hate what I can't be!"
the ocean to dance around his pale, handsome figure. He lay on his
stomach, propped up on his elbows, toes digging into the sand as his
innocent blue eyes looked out across the majestic ocean. It was high
tide, the waves washing aimlessly over the chilled sand, crashing
against the rocks to his right, sending up splashes of foamy salt
water. The sound was soothing, though not as calming as the steady
pounding of a horse's hooves as it galloped along the shore. Nothing
could compare to that. Even music could not compare to the humorous
nicker of an equine calling out to its owner. Closing his eyes, Hayden
imagined what it would be like if he could have brought his mare
Killer to Rosewood Academy. He'd be a lot happier and confident, that
was for sure! Being away from her... It was like a piece of him was
missing. He really hoped his older sister was keeping her in shape.
"If not, all that training over break will go to waste and I'll have
to start all over!" he murmured, eyes still closed as he listened to
the music of Mother Nature around him. He'd always been the outside
type of person, preferring to lay out in the sun or under the stars
over relaxing indoors. Though he did enjoy curling up with a good book
during a storm, if he wasn't out in the barn making sure the horses
were safe, or cuddling on the couch to watch a good movie. Not that he
got the chance to cuddle with anyone very often at home. His parents
wouldn't have exactly approved of him bringing boys home, and he just
didn't like girls the way they always said a normal boy should - which
was why his parents had no idea that he was gay.
Another sigh, this one of sadness, left the senior's lips as he pushed
himself up, brushing the sand from his body before settling back down
onto his blue and gray homemade blanket, sitting with his knees
slightly bent, arms draped over them with his eyes focused on the sea.
He wanted to tell his parents, just like he'd told his sister and some
close friends back home, but he was afraid of how they would react.
All his life, his parents and the church had engraved into his brain
that liking the same gender was immoral and one of the greatest sins
you could commit. He'd heard his parents views on gay and bi people.
Just thinking about it made his skin crawl, making him feel completely
disgusted with himself.
Not that he'd ever really done anything with anyone. He'd chickened
out any time things started to get a little heated back in North
Carolina, always finding some excuse to head home and never return.
Not once in his life had he had a boyfriend, or gone any further than
a small kiss on the cheek; it was kind of pathetic. "Why do you keep
holding yourself back? Your family isn't even here! It's not like they
would have to find out!" he argued with himself, feeling a hot tear
roll down his cheek. He didn't bother to wipe it away - no one was
around to see him, the always happy and optimistic one, crying anyway.
Plus, he was tired of keeping the tears in. It was tiresome work,
pretending to not be afraid of who you were.
It didn't take very long for the tears to start running down his face
in silent streams, body huddled over, shaking in sobs that hardly made
any noise at all. He'd mastered the art of silence many years ago,
when he'd cried himself to sleep nearly every night. Only once had he
been caught and, thankfully, it had been his sister who had walked
into his room and found him trembling on his bed, curled up into a
tearful ball. She'd stayed up with him the rest of the night, watching
movies and eating ice cream while assuring him that she still loved
him and always would.
Things had gotten a little easier after that night. He didn't cry as
often and, if he felt like he was going to, he spent the night hanging
out with his sister. It had become normal to find the two of them
curled up on the floor together, old Disney movies playing on the TV
as they slept, an empty coffee ice cream container next to them. The
two had always been close, so they're parents never suspected anything
of their son. Or rather, they refused to believe that they're son was
gay. But that didn't stop them from placing stricter rules over the
household.
Hayden wasn't allowed to go anywhere alone, he wasn't allowed to have
guy friends over, he couldn't go to parties unless it was someones
from youth group. Home had pretty much turned into a jail and, though
his sister tried to help by staying home so her brother wouldn't be
stuck alone all the time, he hated to keep her away from her own
friends. So eventually, he convinced her that he was fine and would
manage on his own - after all, he had the horses. That had been enough
for him to cope.
A splash on his arm shook Hayden from his thoughts, returning him to
the California shore. He wiped his eyes, thinking it was just a stray
tear, but as another splash hit him on the nose the boarding school
student noticed just what it was - rain. "I feel like you're crying
along with me. Is it because you don't hate what I am, or because you
wish I was straight?" he whispered, voice shaking. In response, thunder
rumbled overhead and lightening flashed off in the distance, a
mournful sound in the once peaceful atmosphere. "I wish I knew what
that meant.."
Standing up, Hayden grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his
shoulders and over his head, grabbing his flip flops as he moved off
to the boardwalk. He wasn't ready to return to school - no one should
see him like this, he didn't want to worry them. Ducking under the
wood, listening as people ran to their cars, Hayden sniffled and wipes
his face on a dry corner of his blanket before spreading it out and
sitting on it once more, pulling his knees up to his chest and rocking
slowly back and forth.
"I don't hate who I am..." he cried out, not worried about being heard
as the waves crashed angrily on the sands, smashing their fists on
the rocks as thunder and lightening boomed and cracked around him, "I
hate what I can't be!"
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