Post by James Parker. on Sept 3, 2006 0:55:30 GMT -5
NOT
FINISHED
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FINISHED
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About YOU:
What Do you Go by?:
Pshh. You know! Chels/Chelsea/Chelseh/Chelz/Chelzi, OR Truth, Truthie, Truthy, Trooth, or any of the like. ^^
Age:
14, durr.
RP Experiance:
Hm.. around 4 years now. xD
Character Stats:
surname;
Parker.
forename;
James.
middle name;
Eric.
alias;
Strike.
years;
Twenty-one.
height;
5ft5in.
year;
Drop-out.. left at sixteen and never went back.
schedule;
N/A.
sexed;
Male.
mirror image;
FRANK IERO. ♥
possessions;
Hexe
Guitar. James loves his guitar, Hexe. Yes, Hexe. Gotta problem with it?! Thought not. Covered in random stuff, the guitar, at one point, had a white / black finish. Well.. now it's got other stuff on it. A few autographs, as well.
Parish
Such a pretty puppy.
Parish is a tri-colour collie mix, a rather beautiful dog, for being a mix-breed. He's neutered, and around a year and a half old. James is hardly ever seen without Parish, and, if he is, it's either because dogs aren't allowed where he's going; he couldn't catch Parish to get the leash on him, OR the dog whined.
pets;
Parish - 1 1/2 - neutered male - tri-coloured Collie mix.
inside;
James is what you could call.. bold, I guess. He loves to have fun, and, normally he’s hyper, unless something’s got him down. Easily amused, don’t throw anything shiny, or, believe me when I say he will screech like a little girl and run after it. Because he’s fun like that. Yes, easily amused is one way to describe dear, dysfunctional James.
Oooh, hyper. James is almost always hyper, there’s no doubt about it. Whether it be because he’s had pixie sticks, coffee, or just because he’s around his friends, you can usually see him running around. No, he’s not on cocaine, folks. He’s just naturally weird, hyper, dysfunctional, and scary. Yes. Scary. Be scared. James is always happy. Unless something he doesn’t like happens, and then he’s a mix of emotions.
outside;
James is shorter than most guys his age. Standing at around 5ft5in, a lot of people make fun of him for that, and think that he can’t fight. Extremely healthy, but underweight, he weighs about 128 pounds, give or take a few. Hardly anyone ever sees him eating anything, but that isn’t the case – he’s to smart to go on an anorexic or bulemic streak. Much to smart. For the fact that he dislikes, but not necessarily hates, attention, yeah, he’s smart.
Probably one of his most attractive physical features are his eyes – hazel, or, more commonly noticed as the colour green, and always animated, full of emotion. James could trick anyone into believing that he’s not on a murderous rampage if they keep their eyes on his, and not on his face. Not saying that he would, but it’s a nifty trick to know just in case he wanted to get someone the hell away from him. Despite this fact, James’s eyes are his best feature, and, even though it’s a common colour, he displays it very well. Although people, for some reason, think that James hates himself, this isn’t the case. If anything, he just dislikes himself moderately – everyone dislikes themselves one way or another, even those who are full of confidence. Black eyeliner, anyone? Again, people think – what don’t people think, for Christ’s sake? – that he’s either gay, or completely off his rocker, for wearing black eyeliner. To tell the truth, he wears it for two reasons. One – to piss people off. Two – because he likes it.
James has a pale skin complexion. He hates tanning, although he does tan somewhat easily, and therefore it results in pale skin. Okay, so he’s not deathly pale, just.. a sort of... okay, he’s pale. Not to the point that it looks like he’ll fall over and die any second – although, some people wish he would. He does look slightly paler, for the fact that all he wears is black. Black, black, black. Oh, did I say black? Yes, I think I did. Black shirts – band tees, hoodies, etc. – black jeans – bondage pants, skin tight black girls jeans, sort of baggy black girls jeans (; – and either black and white all stars hi tops chuck taylors, or black boots. Mhmm. “Its not an obsession. I just like black. And Halloween. Because then, I can freak you fuckers out.” – his personal quote. Nice, isn’t it? Riiiiiight.
Another thing to add to the ‘black obsession’ list – James’s hair. Ohhh, his hair. Hard to describe, but then easier than most hairstyles. Shaved on the sides – so that there’s hair there, but not as long as the rest – and in the back, the longest part of his hair is in the middle. And, even then, it’s not that long. Okay, that was a lie. If his hair was brushed straight out – like it normally is.. unless he just woke up, threw on some clothes and walked outside – then his bangs form what I guess you could call a triangle in the middle of his forehead. The point going down to the space between his eyes. You’d have to see it, to understand it. Often times, some wacky form of colour is in his hair – hi-lights, no less. Hot pink – which only happened once.. never again – lime green, blue. Or just plain black, which he gets bored with.
James’s piercings and tattoos. To many to describe. In both ears, he has gage earrings; the left side of his bottom lip; and the right side of his nose. Those are all the piercings he has, which, to some, aren’t that many. He has more tattoos than can be described, however, but, unless he’s wearing a short sleeved tee shirt – or no shirt at all.. you can only wish to see that. (; – you can only see the ones on his neck and fingers. A scorpion, as it is, since he’s a Scorpio, and ‘HALLO’ on his right hand, ‘WEEN’ on his left. Halloween, anyone?
long ago;
skills;
[ ooc. you know the drill. LAZYNESS. so yeah. recent postish. ]
Another trip to the park. Was that what he needed? Of course not. Sure, he’d gotten over his cold and he was back to his normal self.. but he still felt like shit. Melissa’s death was one he was most scarred by, and she – along with DJ, of course – was his long lost sister. Yeah, he’d known about her depression and suicidal thoughts, and he never thought she would’ve went through with it.. but she had, and, though he knew it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t help but blame himself. He knew about what was happening in her life, and yet he got there too late.
Caleb’s breathing was a bit irregular as he made his way through the park, his hands stuffed into the front pockets of his girls jeans – though slightly uncomfortable, he really could have cared less – and his vintage jean jacket pulled tight around his thin frame. Yeah, he’d lost some weight.. pshh, some? Before, he’d weighed about 110. Now? It wasn’t that much. Try something close to 103, 104. Why was this happening? Caleb was in a complete state of depression. Why was he? A year ago he’d found his friend Melissa, just five minutes after she’d killed herself. Yeah, she’d given him warning over the phone, and at first he hadn’t realized she was serious.. and then, after he’d heard the soft, squeaking cry of pain he knew she was serious. Caleb had ran all the way to her house – the normal fifteen minute jog turned into a less than five minute sprint, but he’d still gotten there to late.
Yeah, he was dwelling on the past, and even if it wasn’t his fault that his friend had killed herself exactly a year ago, he felt that it was – he hadn’t tried harder to stop her. A large tear made its way down Caleb’s cheek and he didn’t bother to wipe it away, because he didn’t care if someone saw him. That was how he was – he didn’t care. He was a carefree person, normally hyper and happy, full of life. But, for now, the harsh truth was that he just couldn’t take much more. No, he wasn’t going to follow in Melissa’s steps, though he’d thought about it long after her funeral, but he just.. couldn’t. You know how you have that annoying kid sitting beside you in school, and you tell them to fuck off but they don’t? And then you just can’t take it anymore and you start pummeling the shit out of them? Well. That’s how Caleb felt. Only he had no one to vent on.. and, though it was taking a toll on him in many ways, he was working his way through it. Even if it was probably in the worst ways possible.
Mindlessly, Caleb continued to walk, looking up when he thought he heard something.. was it someone gagging? Sounded like it.. throwing up or gagging, one of the two. Or both. Biting his lip, the clinking sound of the ring in his lip against his teeth didn’t comfort him as it usually did as he paused his walking, of which his speed had increased rapidly from the slow pace he’d started from. Straining his ears, he didn’t hear the sound again.. Maybe he was hearing things? He hoped so.. he didn’t know how well he could’ve coped with someone hurting themselves, or being hurt. He probably would’ve broken down. And no one needed to see that, especially his friends, seeing as how none of them thought he could be in a state of depression.
His gaze fixed back on the ground and he forced himself to keep walking, his pace slow once again. Walking on the sidewalk wasn’t normal for Caleb, and even in this state of mind he was walking in the area to the left of the sidewalk, because he was different and completely fucking mental like that. The remains of the tear were gone – hardly existent in the first place – and no others had decided to make their way down as well, because Caleb didn’t feel like crying, and he was fighting them back. Eyeliner was already halfway smudged down his now sickly pale face – well, on the one side – and he became conscious of that fact, pulling one of his hands out of his pockets to remove the smudges. You could say he was in a daze – and you’d be right.
Hearing footsteps on the sidewalk from a ways in front of him, Caleb looked up, licking his lips absentmindedly. His hand had found its way back to his pocket, still walking slowly as he gazed almost suspiciously. As he and the other person – who he could now see was a girl, thanks to the moon shining in the middle of the sky – drew closer, he could see something falling down her face.. tears? He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in slight confusion as he stopped. “H-hey.. are you okay?” he asked, stuttering a bit due to the hoarseness of his voice. He coughed a bit, hoping he hadn’t scared her.. but then, half hoping he did. Why? He didn’t know. A sick feeling n his stomach just made him feel that. It’d happened before, and, before long, it’d be gone. He knew it would. Caleb’s walking had stopped altogether and his gaze flickered from the girl to the ground, his head not moving at all. Again, he bit his lip, taking a breath.
[ ooc. for the love of god, DON'T STEAL ANYTHING FROM ME. AT ALL. ZIP. NADA. NOT ONE FUCKING THING. i don't like it, i've had it happen before. i've given fair warning. (: thankjoo, have a nice day. oh.. and by 'don't steal anything' i mean exactly that. how would you feel if someone stole all of what you typed and posted it on a site that you were on? it's not fun. believe me. [/endrant] ]
