Post by edward Marciano on Mar 7, 2008 21:41:45 GMT -5
edward maciano is now entering hell
full name: Edward Marciano
gender: male
age: twenty three
birthday: March 19th
living where?: House
job?:
personality:
He loves to take risks and walk on the wild side, even if it means it’ll put him in danger. It gives him a rush when the possibility of injury is high and he becomes excitable when he’s doing something he knows he’s not supposed to be. I guess you can say he’s a bit of a trouble maker? He will not hesitate to steal or vandalize when and if he feels the need to. He very rarely takes anything seriously; to him everything is a game and everyone is a toy. He has a tendency to use people and he never does anything unless he knows he’s going to get something out of it. He learned at a young age that if he wanted to survive in this world, he had to take what he could get. That’s not to say he’s completely selfish for he never takes without giving something back. Andrew’s also very aggressive and assertive and isn’t afraid to speak his mind or show what he’s feeling. You almost always know what’s on his mind because he can’t keep anything to himself. His moods change rapidly and sometimes it’s hard to keep up with him for he can go from happy to sad within seconds and that of course can be physically and mentally exhausting for other people. He’s a lot like a roller coaster in that regard, constant ups and downs and unexpected twists thrown into the mix.
Sometimes, without noticing he can be seductive and engaging, even with the wrong people. He’s naturally very charming and flirtatious and can make a situation awkward for he behaves this way no matter who he’s with or where he is. He can’t stand to be alone, ever, and when he is, he can become severely depressed. The natural grace and charm that seems to attach itself so delightfully to Edward is the key to everything. The way that people seem to love being around him is due to the way he can charm them oh-so-easily into his company, the ability to make them believe they are around one of the best people in the world and flatter them with naturally falling compliments. It is something most people have but in no where near such levels as Edward. He used it, for the greater good of course.
Intelligance literally means 'to understand' and the ability to explain things, reason them and present them to other people. Edward has developed these skills throughout his education. He is able to argue things reasonably without any forward preparation and explain things logically. As well as this he generally thinks clearly in most situations, unphased by pressurer or lack of motivation, he just works through to reach a good conclusion. Edward has discovered that sarcasm and witt are a rather good ways to conduct ones self in an arguement or disagreement, often getting him crediability as well as the odd laugh.
likes:
Smoking
Flirting
Learning
Traveling
Brunettes
secks
dislikes:
little wh.ores
People who talk too much
Techno music
Dumb 'blondes' / ditzy girls
Guys who think they're 'all tough'
Loud cars.
Small cars.
quirks: he bites his nails. Runs his fingers through his hair. And shakes his leg a lot while sitting down.
habits: he smokes. He showers every day. And talks to his mother at least once a day.
addictions: smoking
height: six foot
weight: one thirty five
hair color: Brown
eye color: chocolate brown
physical description:
Edward is hardly the guy to lean towards being the 'strong silent type.' His emotions are nearly always worn on his sleeve, and his expression often reflecting on what he's thinking at the moment. And most people will know what he his thinking or feeling because he isn’t afraid to tell them when they ask what’s on his mind and what not. And since he wears his head on his sleeve, it isn’t hard to know what he feels about you or another person.
He does take in to consideration the sort of clothes he wears. Whether or not anyone likes to admit it, the way you present yourself matters nowadays, and oversized, wrinkled shirts are just not the way to go for him. Upon first impression, most would say that he looks 'clean', often carried through with crisp dress shirts, band tees and zip up sweaters on more casual days. Jeans may be the staple when it comes to pants, but there are a mix of cargos and whatnots stashed away in his closet. But despite the range in dress wear, on his ear will always be an earring on his upper ear.
His eyes are an intense shade of blue, most of the time commented to be unnatural. They'll easily make you feel uncomfortable under its glare, especially if you've got something to hide. On the other hand, they can be the most gorgeous pair of eyes you'll lay your gaze upon. sides being an acquired taste, they do have a way of holding on to any chosen gaze for as long as it likes, whether the other person likes it or not. It's something that you don't ever want to get near to, but once you have you can’t stop. Not quite as dangerous as drugs, but others may disagree.
Never really being one of those people that invest too much effort into changing his own appearance, the fact that his hair stays as an unruly mob on top of his head comes as no surprise to those that know him well. It's medium brown and has been ever since freshmen year, going through little except for unnoticeable length and tidiness.
Tattoos are one of the things that Edward has laughed at quite often. He doesn't oppose it, but he just doesn't see the point in them. Not even when he was younger, when labrets and gauges were the new sex did he prevail in seeing the appeal of these permanent decorations, so he had managed to stay tattoo.
Edward stands at about 6'2", average height for a man of his age
born: Rio Vista, California
bulleted: add more if needed
- Childhood
- Teenage years
- Twenties and present
history:
Nothing seems all too important about 12:49 am on March 19th but little did people know what a little disaster was brought into the world. Edward was born in a rural town known as Rio Vista, California. The town was fairly small and news traveled fast. This too meant that secrets stayed within the town and rarely escaped. Edward never realized things were wrong in his life. He didn’t have a daddy and that hadn’t bothered him. His teenage mother had been abandoned by his alcoholic father before he could even remember and therefore he naturally coped with that fact. He had never asked for much and therefore never received it, living in his own little world with himself. He had never really been rich and yet had managed to scrape together enough money between birthdays and Christmas to buy himself a few video games to occupy his time; only helping to lead into more of the recluse he was becoming day by day.
At age 6, Edward had discovered his mother’s severe case of bipolar and slight schizophrenia. He had caught her muttering apparently to herself once, pushing him way past her door and into her room. Tears ran down her slightly reddened cheeks as she rocked herself back and forth. Edward couldn’t imagine how much the pain inside his mother felt, not considering she was 24 and living by herself in a two-bedroom apartment with a job, thinking she could’ve been in college if she hadn’t had Edward. He hadn’t cried like a normal little child but rather cursed loudly, wishing his mother would go away and die. Now where did our 8-year-old boy learn that? Having a mother who got knocked up at 16, the father being a school drop-out and an alcoholic, you wouldn’t be surprised that the mother got it from the father and the child got it from the mother, who didn’t care too much about his son’s well-being; even if she did throw her whole life away just for him.
A day had passed after that little scene and Edward found his mother in the same spot and same stage. Obviously, he had believed it was his doings due to the wish but in reality, Edward’s father had returned to Rio Vista. His father had been in the process of suing his mother for custody of Edward and she failed to allow it, eventually leading to her going over the edge. It was clear to Edward being the smart little boy he was, Edward called 911 in hopes of saving his already insane mother though hopes were lost for her…and him.
A group home wasn’t exactly the best place to put a traumatized eight year old in. Edward had spent two years in the group home, finally managing to find a temporary home. Within three months, he had managed to get in trouble with the police twice both for vandalism and shoplifting. With that being done, his foster family couldn’t possibly have wanted him, having him been 10 and already trouble. Soon after he landed himself back within the home, jumping from foster home to foster home. As the number of homes visited increased, the amount of trouble Edward got into did as well. He wasn’t meant to live such a life and it was obviously being proven. He deserved a caring mother and father, but after those months, it was clear, that this boy really did belong where he is now.
His temperament failed to improve and he was on thin ice, very few even thinking of adopting the troublesome boy. A single woman in her late fifties had dared to bring him into her home in California, giving him no sympathy; no sympathy that he had had in his previous homes. Instead, she gave him the free run he needed in order to function properly. The good part about living with the woman, Edward thought at first, was only the fact that it had been in California, where he was considered a freak. Why was that the good part? Because in his elementary schools that he went to with his foster siblings, no one even looked his direction, whereas now they actually knew his name. Alice had been just as bitter and stubborn as Edward himself was and therefore the two learned to get along fairly well; Alice providing for Edward’s needs as he provided a bit of company as well as good behavior. He felt that something like parents that he once didn’t deserve, but wanted really bad was finally coming to him and that he was getting what was meant for him this time. The woman became like a mother to him. But he never lost touch with his real mother.
Yet again, Edward was faced with almost losing someone as he entered his freshman year. Alice had suffered from a heart attack. Though Edward had no real relations with the woman, she had dared to take him in and it felt as though he lost his mother yet again. Edward had returned to Rio Vista one last time to gather what was left of his possessions when he ran across his father.
Edward really had no where to go, but he knew that he could make a living by himself. A high school was the least he could do for himself. It's not like he had any other choice. After moving in with his friend, Edward found out that there was a nice school just five minutes away from his friend's place. He loved it to death. He loved it. he loved living with his friend. He loved it all. But for Edward, everything was just happy all the time. He graduated with out trouble and now attends college with a major of Journalism. It’s a bit feminine, but he has strong traits in it.
name: CATTY!
years rping: A year, yo
age: sixteen almost seventeen. = D
gender: Girls have s and boys have ’!
password: mrs.wentz14
role play example:
Amiye was not easily distracted; unless she was absolutely curious about something. But being on her board, she wasn't really curious about something. It was her, her board and her tricks. The flips she pulled and landed perfect or close to perfect. The feeling of how she knew she had it down and would remember later. It was all she started skating for; accomplishment. It was by far, the most thing she could ever accomplish greatly in her life. It was the most thing she was determined on now. Of course, this was after the life changing moment in her life... that accident that made her move here; Rio Vista... the town she disliked so much. But that wasn't something she thought often about or spoke about. That was only for her to remember, to tell. But she wasn't going to tell. Oh no, the only person who knew of what happened that night was Fran. And she was gone. Six feet under the ground now.... Amiye pumped her legs faster to rid of the thoughts. She could feel images starting to swim in her mind's eye and she didn't need that. No, not now when she was skating. That was her getaway....
But no matter how hard she tried to forget about it the more it screamed in her ears. She frowned and pushed herself to grind the edge of the pool on the deep side. But she already knew what happen before it did. Her vision was already blurry but she had pushed herself anyway. She knew she wouldn't make the grind, but she needed to forget why she was even starting to hurt. So, call her a little emo, but she hated to think about the reason she moved it. It was a stupid thing to do.... She shouldn't have tried to save Fran; Fran who wasn't even really a friend. That night was beyond the most stupid thing Amiye had ever done in her life. Amiye tried to grab hold of the pools edge when her board lost the grip, but her palm was only scratched and she fell down the few feet to meet the bottom.
Pain. It came next as she expected. She didn't moan or hiss at the feeling. She knew what pain was and didn't get surprised by it. But she didn't move for a full 10 seconds, closing her eyes tight to push away the image of Fran, yelling out. Then she rolled over, slowly as every muscle seemed to become unresponsive. She pushed herself up and felt her board hit her ankle as it slid down the small hill to meet her. She pushed herself to sit on it and rested her head on her knees. She remembered the boy and decied that she didn't want his concern, "You know the cops'll be here soon. I'm pretty sure they have a tracking device on me." She joked lightly, as she stood up
