Post by Willie Carrow on Dec 9, 2009 15:09:24 GMT -5
`WILLIAM COLIN CARROW!
{ break through the surface
.the role-player
age; 19
how can we contact you?; DUH
member title ; DUH
secret words ; Nope, I just wrote them.
years role-playing ; Five
how did you find us?; .... -_^
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{ reach for my hand
.the basics
nicknames: Willie
age: 25
birthday: Dec. 25th, 1983
Nationality/Family: N/A (Not Sure Yet
orientation : Pan, As Long As Its Human and Consenting He's Game. [/SIZE]
[/ul]{ and shout out that we can
.personality
- Sex
- Drugs
- Rock an’ Roll
- Tattoos
- Piercings
- His Sister
- Loud Music
- Pain
- Liquor
dislikes:
- Abuse
- Discrimination
- Bad Liquor
- Bad Sex
- “Pop” Music
- His Father
- His Home Life
fears: at least three
habits: at least three
personality: Were does one begin with such a contradiction of a person like Willie Carrow? Whose personality is split just as much as the split personality disorder he is developing ((Stupid and Lame attempt at a Psychology Joke)) . Who has a budding schizophrenia problem, he hears voices in his head occasionally.
This is do to his bad luck in the genetic lottery. Which has also effected his temper (he's got a bad temper), as well as his intelligence level. He also has a slight case of post-dramatic stress disorder from the horrid child hood abuse he suffered from.
Willie has two distinct personalities when it comes down to it. There is ... to be cliche, outer shell of him. Or the side the world at large sees. The side that is rude, and offensive. But, this side also has a dark twisted almost charismatic bit to it.
Then there is the 'inner' shell. The much more friendly, much less offensive side. The side that actually proves, that yes, he is just as human as the rest of us. The side that loves to have fun, the side that isn't above acting like an ass for a few laughs. Its the caring and loving side, that does care about others well beings besides for himself. Just this side isn't seen all to often.[/SIZE]
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{ free your mind and find a way
.appearance
eye color: Dark Brown, Almost Black
height: 5'8
weight: 135
body type: Small and Skinny
skin color: Pale/Pasty
play-by: Chester Bennington
general appearance: Don’t let his smaller frame trick you. He packs a mighty punch for a littler guy. His body is covered in various ‘reminders‘ of his bad home life. The worst being the long weltish looking thing across his chest. Thought the rest of his pale skin is covered in smaller reminders of it.
Willie has a various amounts of tattoos, the most notable being the ones on his arms. Particularly the flames around his wrists. But he also has a few well hidden ones, like a the bones of the foot tattooed out over his right foot.
When it comes to day to day wear, he is more often the not when not at work, bagging pants of either denim or another dark material, and various chains hanging off them. While as for shirts, its either a wife beater or none at all. His favorite. But when he is required “to dress up”, like for work, he wears tighter fitting either dark denim or black pants. And either a plan colored, or “punk” shirt. While for foot wear, he is hardly spotted out of his Doc Martins.[/SIZE]
[/ul]{ the world is in our hands
.history
`father: Colin Carrow, A Drunk, If he is alive, 49
`mother: Bethany Carrow, Was a Stripper/Prostitute, Dead
`siblings: Twin Sister, ____ Carrow, 25
pets: N/A
wealth: Poor-er
hometown: Manhatten
history: William Colin Carrow was born at 4:30 AM, on Christmas Day, 1983 to Colin and Bethany Carrow, exactly five minutes and thirty seconds before his twin sister. The beginning of hell for the two. What else would you expect from a drunk, who at the birth of this two children was at the corner bar? And a Mother, who still twitched after a year off meth, and only worry at birth was how would this affect her looks?
His childhood was hardly pleasant, his Father was often absent. And when he was present he spared no mercy in making Willie or his sister his new punching bag. Or in the case of his sister … hem hem, a sex toy. Bethany was hardly a fit Mother, a highly unstable mentally, and quite prone to bouts of doing Meth and escaping to another universe, you could say. Weren’t a good combination. Not that she wasn’t loving. She did end up becoming a prostitute, so that her kids could eat and had a roof over their heads.
When it came to school work, Willie was an utter failure. Having repeated quite a few grades, before ultimately dropping out at sixteen. Where as he began working odd jobs. A helper at the corner mechanics shop, the playfully termed “blood boy” at the Deli up the street, or work for money under the counter at the liquor shop.
At the age of seventeen, Willie got his first tattoo. A simple design on his left calf, and you could say it was the beginning of the end. Since he finally found his calling. So at the age of eighteen he got a job at a local shop as an apprentice, and despite all the good suddenly coming his way, it would all have to come to an end. His Mother OD, and with the family’s income dried up, they lost the apartment.
Now homeless, him and his sister moved about. Some nights sleeping on park benches. TBC!!
[/ul]{ and then whats left?
.sample roleplay
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