Post by Damion Adams on Dec 12, 2007 12:52:26 GMT -5
&&Out of tune this tale of terror;;
your name or alias;; Damion
age;; Eighteen
rp experience;; Six years
&&The solemn tolling of the funeral bells;;
character's full name;; Damion Jesse Parker Adams
nicknames;; Dami, Dame, Penguin, Kitty, Jesse, October, Winter, Soulja Boy
age;; Eighteen
gender;; Male
birthday;; August 19th
ethnicity;; Caucasian
parents;; Grace Winston & Gregory Adams
siblings;; Fortune Winston
height//weight;; 5'5"/127
piercings, tattoos, scars;; Both nostrils/Heart on his hip/Too many
overall appearance;; Damion stands almost five foot five inches, yes he's a short boy. His frame isn't that big either, he weighs maybe one hundred twenty-seven pounds. So yes, he's a tiny one. It wouldn't take much to seem like he could be crushed by something. Although, he does have a small six-pack. It's not formed so well either, but he's working on it, or well not really. He says he works out, but doesn't do it that much in reality.
His face is oval sort of shaped, somewhat of a rounded chin. Now his eyes, my god they are gorgeous. They are an amazing shade of Hazel. Green on the outside, it branches off into a light-ish blue before turning almost brown. Like I said, it's just amazing. His hair isn't so bad either, naturally black-ish brown but recently was dyed a blond. He purposely dyed it so the roots are still showing. Gives it an awesome look. But, his nose is the big bigger side. Whose nose is perfect anyways? It's also pierced on the right side. You'll at times see him wearing a little stud or even a ring. It just depends on his mood. His lips. Another gorgeous feature on him.
This paragraph sort of reflects on his body type as well. Well, not really. It talks more about from the waist down. On the left side of his hip is a somewhat medium sized heart tattoo. It being checkered as well. Which he got when he was maybe fifteen. So yeah, this is pretty much Damion. If you want a better detail, look at the pictures.
picture;; Picture
clique;; Emo
likes;; - Music
- Boys
- Cats
- Hair Styling
- Gummi candies
- Food
- Helping people
- Being random
- Piercings
- Rain
dislikes;; - Sitting still
- Pain
- Bugs
- Liars
- Fakes
- Alcohol
- Smoking
overall personality;; There are only a few words to describe Damion's personality. Cute. Sweet. Hyper. Opinionated. Asshole. So that's about five more paragraph's on what makes Damion... Damion.
Cute. He just has that personality where you want to just love on him at all times. Only to those that know him get that cute side of him. Most say how cute he is when he's even just sitting there messing with something simple as a phone cord. He just does it in a cute way. And saying no to him, is like yelling at a puppy. He'll give you those big eyes, maybe pout a little.
Sweet. More like an extreme sweetheart! Also very romantic. He tries his hardest when he's in a relationship to make the other he's with feel as loved as possible. If it means singing to them, writing a letter about the way they make him feel, he'll do it. He's a big softy. One of the sweetest human beings you'll ever meet.
Hyper. It doesn't even have to be the result of an energy drink. He can be sitting there and suddenly start getting hyper for no reason. A hyper Damion, is a weird and random Damion. He'll just start talking about how he'd love to own a private island and have zombies roam around on it. And get people to go there without saying anything about flesh-eating creatures on it they may kill them. Stuff like that.
Opinionated. He doesn't keep quiet if he doesn't agree with something. Even if he's completely wrong and knows nothing about the topic, he'll still add his own thoughts into it. He tries to respect others views on something, but he'll still fight the topic either way with what he believes is right and how they're wrong.
Asshole. Really, he can be a total jackass to you if you want him to be. It's not that hard to get onto Damion's bad side. Simply insult him, insult someone he knows, being annoying or being a jackass to him first. You have to interrogate him first, he won't be mean to you unless you're mean to him from the start.
history;; Damion was born on December 24th 1988, in the lovely city of Molokai, Hawaii to proud parents Grace and Gregory Adams. It seemed like his parents had a strong marriage, and bold seem will you. It didn't last. Damion wasn't even one before his parents split and his father was out of his life. So, Grace had no other option but raise her young son the best she could. The woman thought she was doing a rather good job at bringing the boy up by herself, but of course you had those who objected her being single and raising a child when she should have a man helping. Taking the advice eventually and remarried Clarance Winston when Damion was around the age of five. The only plus that came with the marriage was Clarance's four year old daughter, Fortune Winston. Which gave Damion someone close to his own age to be able to play with.
When he reached the age of fourteen, he had been quietly dating boys. Too afraid to come out and say he was gay to his friends and family. He closeted himself for another year before he at last told his parents he was a homosexual. His mother took it fine, it was his step father who disowned him. It still hurts to this day that the man who helped raise him cannot accept his sexuality and no longer considers Damion his "son". Dealing with it the best he could, and getting the occasional 'fag' or 'queer' from his dad, Damion wasn't going to change just because of insults. As the age of seventeen was close to approaching him, Damion had fallen in love. Although, the tough thing about the whole relationship, was the boy lived in another state and the only way of communication was talking on the phone and online. It killed him a little inside that he couldn't get Miles, his boyfriend, over to being with him during some holidays. Only because he was afraid of what his father would say to the both of them. But they promised each other they'd last forever and nothing would break them apart. Of course a fight here and there would occur from time to time, yelling at each other over the phone, slamming of receivers and ringing back, then of course once it was all over, the sobbing they did to each other with how it wasn't the other's fault and that they loved each other. It really did seem that they would actually last. It wasn't until they're almost year anniversary that Miles ended it. After finding out that Damion had been letting a few people flirt with him and never stopped it. Only wanting some kind of attention from others. It tore Damion's heart into millions of pieces. How he begged Miles not to end their relationship. Crying hysterically, apologizing every three minutes, telling him how much he loved him, going through violent panic attacks. He couldn't do anything. He hurt his baby. The last thing he ever wanted to do. It was over.
Once he got the money together, Damion moved out. He wanted to forget his family, along with his still love for his now ex. But, forgetting someone you were so emotionally close to is going to be hard. But he needs to move on. No way can he get this boy back. At last it was until he found Livingston. The place he hopes will change his life in more ways than one.
traits//flaws;; There are a few traits about the boy. The main one is that he always seems to have a headache. He always seems to be carrying around a stuffed penguin he had bought numerous years ago. He is also always wearing a heart ring on his left hand on the ring finger.
anything else;; Nope
RP SAMPLE;; Why the hell was Eric here? A question that intrigued the boy himself as he pondered over it, trailing his feet in the beautiful white sand of Wallington Shores. It was good this time of year, there was nobody at the beach. Unlike in the warmer months, the place was absolutely deserted. Well, given that it was probably almost thirty something and abso-freaking freezing you'd have to be either a genius or a moron to be at a beach, or anywhere not warm. Eric was definitely no moron, but not a genius either. It was times like this when he confused himself to no end.
The half-finished bottle of Smirnoff hung limply in Eric's black-nailed, pale fingers, occasionally rising to his soft pink lips to be swigged from. "Liquor" was too grand a word for such a weak substance. Soda probably had more drug content in it then Smirnoff. It was his relaxation drink, the drink that he used to calm the thoughts rapidly flashing through his mind.
His nightmares were getting worse. Every night was a struggle. Eric kept seeing the faces of his mother and grandparents, lying there on the floor in pools of their own blood...and after those horrible images faded away into the blackest recesses of his memory even more disturbing ones were flung into his mind's eye. His Shay's hands on his neck, choking him, squeezing the precious oxygen from his throat...Shay's foot in his stomach, delivering horrible blows that would leave him vomiting for weeks afterward. Shay wasn't his brother. Eric had never refered to him as such a thing. He was his adopted brother. What he did to Eric...he wasn't what you would want to be called as a brother. Eric could only say that he was happy that he'd probably never see Shay. He could never touch him again.
Still, the nightmares...
Eric shook himself a little, dispelling those thoughts and pulling at the glass bottle in his hand. Subconsciously he wrapped himself a little tighter in to his hoodie as a gust of cool wind blew past him. His outfit was a little simpler today - black Converses (complete with White-Out doodles), the so-called "tight pants" that he'd gotten on one of his many trips to Hot Topic, a black Panic! At The Disco band-tee shirt and the plain Giordano hoodie one of his obscure relatives had gotten him for a birthday or something. His family wasn't that interested in him.
A sigh escaped Eric's lips as he simply dropped on the sand, staring up at the just-appearing stars on the eastern horizon. The west was still stained a yellow-pink-blue color from the setting sun, which had now disappeared beneath the sea. The light lingering behind reminded her strangely of an empty promise. Maybe that was all that life was. Well, his life anyway.
&&I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours;;
are you going to be active;; Yep
any other comments worth mentioning;; Not that I can think of
your name or alias;; Damion
age;; Eighteen
rp experience;; Six years
&&The solemn tolling of the funeral bells;;
character's full name;; Damion Jesse Parker Adams
nicknames;; Dami, Dame, Penguin, Kitty, Jesse, October, Winter, Soulja Boy
age;; Eighteen
gender;; Male
birthday;; August 19th
ethnicity;; Caucasian
parents;; Grace Winston & Gregory Adams
siblings;; Fortune Winston
height//weight;; 5'5"/127
piercings, tattoos, scars;; Both nostrils/Heart on his hip/Too many
overall appearance;; Damion stands almost five foot five inches, yes he's a short boy. His frame isn't that big either, he weighs maybe one hundred twenty-seven pounds. So yes, he's a tiny one. It wouldn't take much to seem like he could be crushed by something. Although, he does have a small six-pack. It's not formed so well either, but he's working on it, or well not really. He says he works out, but doesn't do it that much in reality.
His face is oval sort of shaped, somewhat of a rounded chin. Now his eyes, my god they are gorgeous. They are an amazing shade of Hazel. Green on the outside, it branches off into a light-ish blue before turning almost brown. Like I said, it's just amazing. His hair isn't so bad either, naturally black-ish brown but recently was dyed a blond. He purposely dyed it so the roots are still showing. Gives it an awesome look. But, his nose is the big bigger side. Whose nose is perfect anyways? It's also pierced on the right side. You'll at times see him wearing a little stud or even a ring. It just depends on his mood. His lips. Another gorgeous feature on him.
This paragraph sort of reflects on his body type as well. Well, not really. It talks more about from the waist down. On the left side of his hip is a somewhat medium sized heart tattoo. It being checkered as well. Which he got when he was maybe fifteen. So yeah, this is pretty much Damion. If you want a better detail, look at the pictures.
picture;; Picture
clique;; Emo
likes;; - Music
- Boys
- Cats
- Hair Styling
- Gummi candies
- Food
- Helping people
- Being random
- Piercings
- Rain
dislikes;; - Sitting still
- Pain
- Bugs
- Liars
- Fakes
- Alcohol
- Smoking
overall personality;; There are only a few words to describe Damion's personality. Cute. Sweet. Hyper. Opinionated. Asshole. So that's about five more paragraph's on what makes Damion... Damion.
Cute. He just has that personality where you want to just love on him at all times. Only to those that know him get that cute side of him. Most say how cute he is when he's even just sitting there messing with something simple as a phone cord. He just does it in a cute way. And saying no to him, is like yelling at a puppy. He'll give you those big eyes, maybe pout a little.
Sweet. More like an extreme sweetheart! Also very romantic. He tries his hardest when he's in a relationship to make the other he's with feel as loved as possible. If it means singing to them, writing a letter about the way they make him feel, he'll do it. He's a big softy. One of the sweetest human beings you'll ever meet.
Hyper. It doesn't even have to be the result of an energy drink. He can be sitting there and suddenly start getting hyper for no reason. A hyper Damion, is a weird and random Damion. He'll just start talking about how he'd love to own a private island and have zombies roam around on it. And get people to go there without saying anything about flesh-eating creatures on it they may kill them. Stuff like that.
Opinionated. He doesn't keep quiet if he doesn't agree with something. Even if he's completely wrong and knows nothing about the topic, he'll still add his own thoughts into it. He tries to respect others views on something, but he'll still fight the topic either way with what he believes is right and how they're wrong.
Asshole. Really, he can be a total jackass to you if you want him to be. It's not that hard to get onto Damion's bad side. Simply insult him, insult someone he knows, being annoying or being a jackass to him first. You have to interrogate him first, he won't be mean to you unless you're mean to him from the start.
history;; Damion was born on December 24th 1988, in the lovely city of Molokai, Hawaii to proud parents Grace and Gregory Adams. It seemed like his parents had a strong marriage, and bold seem will you. It didn't last. Damion wasn't even one before his parents split and his father was out of his life. So, Grace had no other option but raise her young son the best she could. The woman thought she was doing a rather good job at bringing the boy up by herself, but of course you had those who objected her being single and raising a child when she should have a man helping. Taking the advice eventually and remarried Clarance Winston when Damion was around the age of five. The only plus that came with the marriage was Clarance's four year old daughter, Fortune Winston. Which gave Damion someone close to his own age to be able to play with.
When he reached the age of fourteen, he had been quietly dating boys. Too afraid to come out and say he was gay to his friends and family. He closeted himself for another year before he at last told his parents he was a homosexual. His mother took it fine, it was his step father who disowned him. It still hurts to this day that the man who helped raise him cannot accept his sexuality and no longer considers Damion his "son". Dealing with it the best he could, and getting the occasional 'fag' or 'queer' from his dad, Damion wasn't going to change just because of insults. As the age of seventeen was close to approaching him, Damion had fallen in love. Although, the tough thing about the whole relationship, was the boy lived in another state and the only way of communication was talking on the phone and online. It killed him a little inside that he couldn't get Miles, his boyfriend, over to being with him during some holidays. Only because he was afraid of what his father would say to the both of them. But they promised each other they'd last forever and nothing would break them apart. Of course a fight here and there would occur from time to time, yelling at each other over the phone, slamming of receivers and ringing back, then of course once it was all over, the sobbing they did to each other with how it wasn't the other's fault and that they loved each other. It really did seem that they would actually last. It wasn't until they're almost year anniversary that Miles ended it. After finding out that Damion had been letting a few people flirt with him and never stopped it. Only wanting some kind of attention from others. It tore Damion's heart into millions of pieces. How he begged Miles not to end their relationship. Crying hysterically, apologizing every three minutes, telling him how much he loved him, going through violent panic attacks. He couldn't do anything. He hurt his baby. The last thing he ever wanted to do. It was over.
Once he got the money together, Damion moved out. He wanted to forget his family, along with his still love for his now ex. But, forgetting someone you were so emotionally close to is going to be hard. But he needs to move on. No way can he get this boy back. At last it was until he found Livingston. The place he hopes will change his life in more ways than one.
traits//flaws;; There are a few traits about the boy. The main one is that he always seems to have a headache. He always seems to be carrying around a stuffed penguin he had bought numerous years ago. He is also always wearing a heart ring on his left hand on the ring finger.
anything else;; Nope
RP SAMPLE;; Why the hell was Eric here? A question that intrigued the boy himself as he pondered over it, trailing his feet in the beautiful white sand of Wallington Shores. It was good this time of year, there was nobody at the beach. Unlike in the warmer months, the place was absolutely deserted. Well, given that it was probably almost thirty something and abso-freaking freezing you'd have to be either a genius or a moron to be at a beach, or anywhere not warm. Eric was definitely no moron, but not a genius either. It was times like this when he confused himself to no end.
The half-finished bottle of Smirnoff hung limply in Eric's black-nailed, pale fingers, occasionally rising to his soft pink lips to be swigged from. "Liquor" was too grand a word for such a weak substance. Soda probably had more drug content in it then Smirnoff. It was his relaxation drink, the drink that he used to calm the thoughts rapidly flashing through his mind.
His nightmares were getting worse. Every night was a struggle. Eric kept seeing the faces of his mother and grandparents, lying there on the floor in pools of their own blood...and after those horrible images faded away into the blackest recesses of his memory even more disturbing ones were flung into his mind's eye. His Shay's hands on his neck, choking him, squeezing the precious oxygen from his throat...Shay's foot in his stomach, delivering horrible blows that would leave him vomiting for weeks afterward. Shay wasn't his brother. Eric had never refered to him as such a thing. He was his adopted brother. What he did to Eric...he wasn't what you would want to be called as a brother. Eric could only say that he was happy that he'd probably never see Shay. He could never touch him again.
Still, the nightmares...
Eric shook himself a little, dispelling those thoughts and pulling at the glass bottle in his hand. Subconsciously he wrapped himself a little tighter in to his hoodie as a gust of cool wind blew past him. His outfit was a little simpler today - black Converses (complete with White-Out doodles), the so-called "tight pants" that he'd gotten on one of his many trips to Hot Topic, a black Panic! At The Disco band-tee shirt and the plain Giordano hoodie one of his obscure relatives had gotten him for a birthday or something. His family wasn't that interested in him.
A sigh escaped Eric's lips as he simply dropped on the sand, staring up at the just-appearing stars on the eastern horizon. The west was still stained a yellow-pink-blue color from the setting sun, which had now disappeared beneath the sea. The light lingering behind reminded her strangely of an empty promise. Maybe that was all that life was. Well, his life anyway.
&&I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours;;
are you going to be active;; Yep
any other comments worth mentioning;; Not that I can think of
