Post by andrew barrings on Jan 24, 2008 10:30:19 GMT -5
[/li][li]Sex
Andrew Barrings
Behind the character
Alias: Amanda
Age: Seventeen
RP experience: Six years
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RP sample: Blah, Damion woke up too early that day. He was up at seven in the morning. He spent an hour tossing and turning and trying to get back to sleep, but he eventually gave up. No need to try to go back to bed when he was probably up for the rest of the day. He was still on the track of getting up early to call Miles and talk to him for a little bit before Damion would have to go to work. But there was no work for him that day and no Miles to call anymore. Eh, oh well. Maybe today would be better than the last.
Sitting down in the large living room, his eyes staring off at the TV screen, and a large Calico cat laid on his lap, his hand idly stroking the felines fur. A yawn was somewhat loudly admitted from his mouth, resting his head back against the leather chair he sat in. But, before I go on I shall go over what the young man was wearing for the day. It wasn't much to tell you before hand. He had on a pair of black shorts, with a plain red shirt as well. See? Not much. When he was home he didn't wear as much clothing and didn't worry much about how he looked. So his hair was also a little messy. Hearing the knock on the door, Dami groaned quietly. Who the hell could be bothering him now?
Forever was a weird cat, she acted like she wasn't a cat at all, but a dog. I'm saying this because the damn multi-colored fur ball decided to jump down off from Damion's lap to the front door, standing in front of it, she began meowing loudly. Sighing before getting up and heading towards the door himself. Lightly trying to push the Calico cat to the side so he could open the door, but alas failed in doing so. Opening the door, Forever ran out of the apartment and began rubbing his side up against Miles' leg, purring loudly. Having remembered the other male since he had been the one whom sent Forever to Damion during Christmas/his Birthday. Damion rolled his eyes. "Fucking cat.. But, may I.." He said before trailing off. His eyes were dead set on Miles. Oh how he knew what the boy looked like from a few pictures he was sent. He was standing right there. Right in front of him. His heart started to race. Breathing a little harder. Slowly a panic attack was building inside the small boy.
The basics
Character Full name: Andrew Oliver James Barrings
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Orientation: Homosexual
Human or vampire: Human
School & sport or club: Moody High (Atlanta, Georgia) & Boy's basketball and Foreign language
Grade: SophmoreDigging deeper
Personality: Why the fuck should I tell you shit about me, bitch?! Huh. Nah, I'm just playin'. I'll tell you some shit, but that's about it. Right, so I'm in-your-face if you couldn't tell by now. I'm reckless and do what I please. I want something, I'll most probably get it. I fuckin' love having fun, and being around my brother and friends. I'm also into music a lot, and enjoy screaming into a mic. Oh, and I rule mosh pits! Fact! I'm very, very, very fuckin' protective, especially my younger brother. Do yourself a favor a- don't fuck with anyone I'm close with. You'll regret it. Oh, yes I can get violent. Fight Club has nothing on me, though I do love that movie. Anyway, I am a guy who loves to have fun and there's a BIG chance that I'll annoy the fuck out of you while having my fun. You'll most probably see me and mine play fighting and whatnot. Among other things, though depending on what it is you might not see us. To be honest, I just love joking about and keeping the fun in life.
Deep down and all that crap, you know...pass the drinking, the drugs, the tattoos and piercings... I guess I'm a nice down-to-earth kinda guy, but those closest usually see only the real me. Deal with it. And don't try and force your way into my life, I fuckin' hate that. But whatever...that's all folks.
Likes:
[/li][li]Boys
[/li][li]Tattoos
[/li][li]Piercings
[/li][li]Alcohol
[/li][li]Ecstasy
[/li][li]Fight Club
[/li][li]Red Bull
[/li][li]Moshing
[/li][li]Screaming[Music]
Dislikes: [/li][li]Smirnoff
[/li][li]Quiet people
[/li][li]Patience
[/li][li]Ignorance
[/li][li]Most people
[/li][li]His family
[/li][li]When girls either hit on him, or befriend him only because he's a gorgeous gay boy
[/li][li]Being used
[/li][li]Vintage
[/li][li]Being stereotyped
Fears: [/li][li]Losing his brother
[/li][li]Love
[/li][li]Death
[/li][li]Dying alone
[/li][li]Judgment day
Flaws: [/li][li]Smoking
[/li][li]Drinking
[/li][li]Doing drugs
[/li][li]Fighting
[/li][li]Moshing
[/li][li]Swearing
It's all in the past
Personal history: Life isn’t perfect. But with a loving mother and a working dad, you feel it’s good enough. That’s what I thought at the time. We were just a middle class family, mom [Marilyn], dad [Riley] and my little brother [Talon]. Life was actually okay, sure I wasn’t the perfect son, but I done what I was told a lot of the time back then. Things went from good to bad when mom was diagnosed with Leukemia. That hurt so bad. The family slowly started to separate. It pissed me off so much when dad disappeared. He’d go for like days before returning. I knew he was going out and getting wasted, because one day I followed him. I hated him for not being there for mom.
I was getting older and changed quite a bit, especially after mother died. It was just out of the blue. I mean we knew she was sick and probably going to die, but she just drifted away in her sleep one night. Guess that was better for her, meant no pain right. Again, after that, my dad just up and left like he didn’t have two sons to take care of. So, I had to take care of Tal, make sure he had food and clean clothes. It was hard, but I had no other choice. There was no way I was letting me and Tal go into care and risk getting separated for good. Fuck that. He was my brother, my responsibility now and I dealt with it.
He came back, my dad that is, and he wasn’t the same. He started hitting me and Tal. I tried my hardest to take more of it so Tal didn’t have to, but I got beat up so bad sometimes that there was just nothing I could do but yell for him to stop and beat on me instead. I was a fool to think it might stop once he came to terms with mom dying, but it didn’t. It just got worse. I would’ve dropped out of school but after beating some kid up I got kicked out. I took my anger out on the guy. Not sorry though, he asked for it and I was pissed off already.
I really wished I had gotten Talon out of there sooner, but it took awhile. When dad got a girlfriend I thought it was going to stop, I was relieved. But it only stop for a short amount of time, she saw how dad walked over us and decided to join in. She was a bitch. If we didn’t do something for her she’ll make up some fake excuse and get him to beat on us. As far as I know she just tore up and burnt holes in Tal’s clothes. With me…it was pretty much the same, though there was this one time that she made me do stuff with her. She told me that if I didn’t she’d tell dad that I tried to rape her or something. I done what I was told. That was the breaking point for me. I had to get out.
I got into the usual bad habits like stealing and drinking, doing drugs etc. It was an escape. Probably not the best influence to give to a brother, but I did introduce Tal to the friends I made. It was a lot better then being beaten and feeling the pain. I’d go home some nights and be so high that I never felt any punch or kick until the morning after. It was worth it. Once I learnt how to defend myself proper, I made sure dad didn’t do as much damage. Or course he tried to turn on Tal more, I done my best to stop what I could. One thing is for sure that the bitch didn’t dare touch me or do whatever. She’s very luck I don’t hit girls. Very. ‘Cause hell I would’ve really enjoyed knocking her out cold, but I never did. I just do stuff to her food and drinks. Gotta get payback somehow.
Finally I decided that me and Tal were getting out of that hell hole. There was a big confrontation with dad, which ended up with Tal being knocked out. Later that night, I told Talon grab some clothes and whatever money he could find, and then we were out of there. We arrived here broke and homeless. We did what we could to get food in our stomachs, and to survive on the streets.
Parents: Father;; Riley Barrings - Mother;; Marilyn Barrings
Siblings: Little brother;; Talon Barrings
Kids: Ha, yeah-okay.
When I look in the mirror
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 138
PB: Oliver Sykes
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