Post by Alex Scott Hurrt on Jun 30, 2007 5:29:09 GMT 10
Name:
Alex Scott Hurrt
Age:
eighteen, a young adult
Gender:
male, dumb ass
Species:
a pure bred human
Appearance:
I stand at an average height and a slender body. Kick on some flat skate shoes styled black and white checkers, regular T-shirts and occasionally wife beaters. Tight jeans and boxers sticking out. I like studded belts and I have snake bites along with my septum pierced. Black hair, messy style because I could care less if it's all brushed down and straight every single day I awake. My skins rather pale and I don't know why, considering I'm outside a lot but shit, I could care less. People say they love my ''glimmering'' green eyes, maybe you'll love them too.
Personality:
Not exactly a hard ass, no I wouldn't go with that, but a lot of people expect it. I'm a gentleman to most girls but I can also be a cocky little bastard and feed my way into their rooms, get what I want and dip. But that's rare for my player rude side to show. I like to be nice to people considering most of them rush all over to me, thinking I'm some sort of god by looks. See? It's hard not to be cocky sometimes..
History:
My life story won't be anything interesting so don't sit down with a bag of popcorn and be prepared to be amused. I live in a considerably normal neighborhood of medium class adults, where very few children roam the road side. A Porsche car will glide by on some occasions, but other than that it's Honda's and Ram Trucks. I drive my beautiful 2003 SL500 with pride, my car is the most gorgeous black piece of work to rumble through these streets. At night a couple of the guys and I like to blast music from the sub woofers we installed to our cars and speed up and down the narrow roads, twisting into other neighborhoods.We reek havoc for the pure pleasure of pissing people off.
I wasn't always such a trouble child and it didn't start till I entered my freshman year of high school. Before that I was a no body with four or five friends, girls wouldn't look at me and people made fun of me. But once in high school I came across a new group of people who introduced me to a pretty little lady called Snow White. Now you may believe her to be someone that Walt Disney created but to us Snow White was a drug, a drug formally known as cocaine. We snorted it and we smoked it, constantly doing these things. They also showed me weed, the beautiful hemp plant and even alcohol. I became an addict of coke by the middle of freshman year.
By sophomore year two of my friends from my freshman group left and went to do better things with their lives, lucky them to be able to clean up like that. Another went and over dosed by accident and caught many of us in fear of our precious drug. With a lot of begging and what not I convinced everyone to switch to another drug, to heroin. I wouldn't dare touch a needle so instead I grabbed for smoking it, the black tar in which became my precious. By the near end of sophomore year I was kicked out of school for being a known drug dealer. My parents, disappointed, wouldn't enroll me into another school. Oh well, who needs that shit anyways?
Example post:
Sigh escalated forth of pale crimson kissers as bodice shoved from the earth mounds, not a single lymn dropped however as this action took place. Ligaments pulled the petite physique forward with the young lass, as I too was simply annoyed by the constant stares of the normal. It wasn't like they knew the secret lingering below my labrums, but in some sense I figured they knew something was off about me. Perhaps it was the style choice or the make up so fashionably worn. It wasn't accepted by the public genre to be what I was, both in sense of my emo style and the factor of being a vampire. But shh, that secret wouldn't be yet revealed, not to even the young and rather beautiful Annabelle.
Sapphire visionaries glanced upon strolling feet, and noting that people continued to stare lyrics mused "Lets give them something to stare about." Blades rolled in unison to a shrug and a single hand clamped the girls' own. Half the side of kissers upon my usually blank mask curled into a devious smirk, a single wink provided by one side of the pools. I was friendly by nature on some occasions, and holding hands was somewhat joyous to be in the manner that I could do it with anyone I felt sensibly conformable around. Somehow it seemed like Annabelle and I had been forever long friends, and already I trusted her.
Alex Scott Hurrt
Age:
eighteen, a young adult
Gender:
male, dumb ass
Species:
a pure bred human
Appearance:
I stand at an average height and a slender body. Kick on some flat skate shoes styled black and white checkers, regular T-shirts and occasionally wife beaters. Tight jeans and boxers sticking out. I like studded belts and I have snake bites along with my septum pierced. Black hair, messy style because I could care less if it's all brushed down and straight every single day I awake. My skins rather pale and I don't know why, considering I'm outside a lot but shit, I could care less. People say they love my ''glimmering'' green eyes, maybe you'll love them too.
Personality:
Not exactly a hard ass, no I wouldn't go with that, but a lot of people expect it. I'm a gentleman to most girls but I can also be a cocky little bastard and feed my way into their rooms, get what I want and dip. But that's rare for my player rude side to show. I like to be nice to people considering most of them rush all over to me, thinking I'm some sort of god by looks. See? It's hard not to be cocky sometimes..
History:
My life story won't be anything interesting so don't sit down with a bag of popcorn and be prepared to be amused. I live in a considerably normal neighborhood of medium class adults, where very few children roam the road side. A Porsche car will glide by on some occasions, but other than that it's Honda's and Ram Trucks. I drive my beautiful 2003 SL500 with pride, my car is the most gorgeous black piece of work to rumble through these streets. At night a couple of the guys and I like to blast music from the sub woofers we installed to our cars and speed up and down the narrow roads, twisting into other neighborhoods.We reek havoc for the pure pleasure of pissing people off.
I wasn't always such a trouble child and it didn't start till I entered my freshman year of high school. Before that I was a no body with four or five friends, girls wouldn't look at me and people made fun of me. But once in high school I came across a new group of people who introduced me to a pretty little lady called Snow White. Now you may believe her to be someone that Walt Disney created but to us Snow White was a drug, a drug formally known as cocaine. We snorted it and we smoked it, constantly doing these things. They also showed me weed, the beautiful hemp plant and even alcohol. I became an addict of coke by the middle of freshman year.
By sophomore year two of my friends from my freshman group left and went to do better things with their lives, lucky them to be able to clean up like that. Another went and over dosed by accident and caught many of us in fear of our precious drug. With a lot of begging and what not I convinced everyone to switch to another drug, to heroin. I wouldn't dare touch a needle so instead I grabbed for smoking it, the black tar in which became my precious. By the near end of sophomore year I was kicked out of school for being a known drug dealer. My parents, disappointed, wouldn't enroll me into another school. Oh well, who needs that shit anyways?
Example post:
Sigh escalated forth of pale crimson kissers as bodice shoved from the earth mounds, not a single lymn dropped however as this action took place. Ligaments pulled the petite physique forward with the young lass, as I too was simply annoyed by the constant stares of the normal. It wasn't like they knew the secret lingering below my labrums, but in some sense I figured they knew something was off about me. Perhaps it was the style choice or the make up so fashionably worn. It wasn't accepted by the public genre to be what I was, both in sense of my emo style and the factor of being a vampire. But shh, that secret wouldn't be yet revealed, not to even the young and rather beautiful Annabelle.
Sapphire visionaries glanced upon strolling feet, and noting that people continued to stare lyrics mused "Lets give them something to stare about." Blades rolled in unison to a shrug and a single hand clamped the girls' own. Half the side of kissers upon my usually blank mask curled into a devious smirk, a single wink provided by one side of the pools. I was friendly by nature on some occasions, and holding hands was somewhat joyous to be in the manner that I could do it with anyone I felt sensibly conformable around. Somehow it seemed like Annabelle and I had been forever long friends, and already I trusted her.
