Post by Chuck Harrison on Nov 2, 2009 23:18:18 GMT -5
Name: Chuck Harrison
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Death: Murder
Birthday: August 14
Face Claim: Ian Somerhalder
Hight, and weight: 5.9
Steriotype in life: Outcasts
Personallity:
Experience:
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Death: Murder
Birthday: August 14
Face Claim: Ian Somerhalder
Hight, and weight: 5.9
Steriotype in life: Outcasts
Personallity:
Basically, he’s an asshole. Because of his lack feminine love he has no regard for them at all. The only people he really cared about were his dad and kid… the two people that didn’t abandon him on purpose. He only wishes for power over the slut who ruined his life and is extremely ambitious and ruthless. He never used to be this way. He used to be that quiet little nobody who his in the corner wanting everyone to stop hurting him, until he snapped. No longer does he have a kind loving bone in his body. And taking after his mother Chuck likes sex –especially bondage where he can hurt the female.Family:
His mind is numbed by pain, therefore he is completely sober. Hurting people is his alcohol and he hopes to find his mother even through death to make her pay for his pain and suffering.
Mother: Elaina HarrisonHistory:
Father: Dad Breyon
Stepmother: Jane Breyon
Chuck’s mother had given birth to him when she was only around eighteen years old. At the time, her world consisted of: drugs, alcohol, sex, and men. She was just a teenager who wanted to always be free and having fun. Needless to say, her plans hadn’t included the small boy at all. Though with the way she went from man to man with reckless abandon, not caring about the alcohol or drugs she put into her body, her unexpected pregnancy was nothing more than a hindrance to her. By the time she found out she was pregnant, it was too late for her to have an abortion. So, as the months passed her stomach continued to grow and men found her less attractive. Let’s face it, single men don’t exactly look at a pregnant woman and call her beautiful. For this reason Chuck’s mother hated this fact as she was addicted to sex and the things she was given by the men for sex. The truth was, the men just loved how Elaina (his mother) was blessed with delightfully full feminine curves. Especially her overly large breasts. If there was one thing people could say about the Harrison side of the family, it was that they were gifted when it came to looks.Likes&Dislikes:
On the night of August the fourteenth, Chuck was born. The man Elaina had been dating at the time immediately adopted the baby as his own because he knew my mother was unfit. From the very moment they got home from the hospital, things with my mother never changed. The very night she left the hospital carrying Chuck in her arms, she went out drinking. She’d left he new born son with the man who tried to help he out so she could go out bar hopping, drinking, and having sex with this guy or that guy. Basically any guy who’d have her in his bed. Pathetic, really, her desperate need for attention from men merely to feel that her existence was validated by their petty and pious desires of lust and a drunken fuck.
Through Chuck’s childhood he rarely ever saw his mother because he was always at home with his “father”. Dad –that’s his only name- was the one who did all the cooking, cleaning, laundry, and dishes. He was the one who bathed, rocked to sleep, took him to the doctors when he was sick. Elaina on the other hand was never around, not even for birthdays. Slowly, the years began to pass as Chuck aged. The numbers on birthday cake changing from one to two and so on. His mother flitted in and out of his life, always abandoning him anew for some man, doll, or dog that she found she simply adored and could not leave behind. No, she’d never leave behind her Indian dolls, her dogs, or the men she cherished merely because they kept her supplied in alcohol and were supposedly a good fuck merely because they were employed.
When he was six years old, Chuck’s stepmother came into the picture. Apparently it was unfair for dad to be raising the boy all by himself while his mother fucked anything she saw. Dad had been dating this woman -Jane- for a little while before he actually introduced her to Chuck, but ever since the stepmother moved in, his life was again turned upside down and ripped to pieces before his eyes. She hated him, and there is no other word to describe it except for hate. From the very moment she moved in he was the target of her anger. She knew by looking at him who his biological father was, the father that he’d never met and yet shared a genetic link with. This was a fact she loathed, knowing he was being called her soon to be husband’s son when he wasn’t biologically his at all. She changed everything. Chuck was just a child and already he had been bearing the brunt of abandonment issues from his mother. So for his stepmother to be adding more stuff on top of that was insane, and yet she did it. When he’d cry about something she had said to his, she’d beat the boy until he stopped crying. The woman was evil, pure evil.
Every summer since he was seven she took the three of them camping where each and every night he’d curl up next to the wall, snuggling as close to it on his bed as he could get. He would sleep facing the wall, hoping it would protect him and shield him from the stepmother. He never like camping and always slept that way after that.
As if Chuck’s home life wasn’t bad enough, he was always picked on in school. his peers always making fun of the fact he didn’t have a mother. He’d never chosen who his biological father was or what family he had been born into, and defiantly could not control what his mother did or where she went. No matter where he was, at school or at home, the verbal and emotional abuse never stopped. He had to live the nightmare, remaining silent and burying his emotions deep inside himself. It was torture, always wondering if he was wanted, if he was loved. A mistake caused by a night of drunken sex in which the condom slipped and changed everything. From the age of six onward, the years slowly passed, each day a nightmare and each year an imprisonment that never seemed to end. Would there ever be anyone who would save him?
The hatred, the sadness, the sorrow, the worrying, the questions, the tears all built up from his early years to his early adolescence. Then one day he couldn’t stand it anymore. For so long he had let it all build up inside and he couldn’t take it anymore. So that night, after supper was finished, he left the house without a word. He walked the three and a half blocks to the park. There were people there which was odd because it was dark to dark. The boy continued to walk closer to them and they ultimately asked his name. CHUCK. But that was the last time he would be chuck, and from that moment his name would be FANG, and this group of people hiding in the dark would be his family, his gang. He was young then only fifteen, but he quickly moved up through the ranks as the older gang members either were arrested or settled down and had a family. Something that he would never have the pleasure of loving. Because of his mother leaving him and his stepmother’s abuse he has an overwhelming hate for the female species. He believes that they are his “Play things” and he can just throw them away as he pleases. It was after moving to the top of the ranks that he got special prizes. Raping, hurting, these were some of his nightly activities with the wives of his victims, but they got tiresome by the time he was 23.
He then met Casidy, a bad girl who reminded him of his childhood, and not it a good way. She reminded him of his Stepmother, which wasn’t a good thing but he played along that he loved her until he had her doing unspeakable things for him. Things you wouldn’t make your dog do. But that was short lived just like his life. She castrated him and took the gang, leaving him with only one member, a kid who later died for him. Eventually he died from a rival gang leader. The angel of death took his soul and put him on this island, where Casidy was already living.
LIKES:Roleplayer Name/ Alias: Jonathan
+Sex
+ Pepperoni Pizza
DISLIKES:
+ feeling of loss and abandonment
+ being vulnerable
+ stupid people
Experience:
5yrsRoleplay sample:
Spending the night alone was unknown to the president of Saniku, she normally would be with her gang of hosts plotting mischief and mayhem but the night before last she had gotten bothered by the fact that she had not gotten to Koichi yet. She wasn’t actually alone. There was a nude male lying on the floor, a goose feather throw around his private parts. There were strawberries and whipped cream laying on a table in the other room from her secret adventures, but she had spent the night alone. In the first moments of waking up the boy was rushed out of the room, missing all effects including the throw. Amaya needed sometime to herself, time that had been given to that boy… time that she had spent plotting her revenge on that deserving ex-vice of hers. He had moved on, hell everyone had, everyone but her. She wanted to make him pay, make her sane again… but for the time being Amaya slipped into her sweet baby blue lolita dress made by pirate and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was perfect and clean like always, she had taken a shower a few hours ago after licking the whipped cream off her little friend and made herself look perfect as always. While looking in the mirror Amaya thought of something, she needed to get out of the school. The dorms and control were ruining her, and she needed space from all of it. Taking out her Blackberry© Amaya looked at her schedule[/color][/blockquote]
9 am: host club meeting
11 am: teacher staff meeting
3pm: Modeling Photo shoot for Baby
9pm: Tutoring (stupid freshmen)
After laughing at her appointments she quickly called each superior and said she had to cancel, her aunt had just died. After that Amaya decided to go into Sendai, the shopping mall was always a place to forget about drama, and insure more was on the way. So she picked up her navy blue cover top and left. Amaya drove the fastest car in Japan: Porsche Panamera. The white four door car was one of a kind, four seater and fast, really fast. It took only seconds to get to the mall.
Inside the mall she was happy; it had been a long time since the senior had been to the massive place and she looked around the changed place to search for a store with her kind of fashion. There were 42 stores and not one had Lolita clothing… she never shopped at the mall, and at this moment she became depressed again. She headed to the food court. Not being hungry Amaya sat at the coffee house just sitting there. And when asked to order something she only said two words “Coffee Black” Sitting there she wondered more about punishing those who needed to be punished. And what about that new girl… em—something—she needed to be punished for making Koichi happy. She just couldn’t wait and do nothing anymore.
Accepted