Post by Dimitri Brooks on Dec 23, 2008 1:59:58 GMT -5
•••DimitriJamesBrooks!!!
"Do you feel,
The weight of the world singing sorrow
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Or do you is it just not real
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•NAME:Dimitri James Brooks
•NICKNAME(S):None, but is open the some.
•STAGENAME:Dimy
•GENDER:Male
•AGE:Seventeen
•DATEOFBIRTH:Second of May
•SEXUALITY:Gay
•GENRE:Punk/Rock
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•HAIR:Brown
•EYES:Hazel
•HEIGHT:5'6"
•WEIGHT:130 ibs.
•GENERALAPPEARENCE:His general apperance consists of skinny jeans, any color, tight shirts, most graphic and band ones, and vans, his black and white ones. He does not have any piercings just yet but is planning on it.
•DISTINGUISHINGFEATURES:He was pale skin, which makes his pink lips stand out. Small eyes.
•TATTOOS/PIERCINGS:None so far.
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•HOMETOWN:England
•MOTHER:Unkown
•FATHER:Charles Brooks
•BROTHER(S):None
•SISTER(S):None
•OTHER:N/A
•HISTORY: Dimitri was born in England and has lived there all his childhood. He lived with his father since he was born.His father had always been a single parent. He has always been the outcast anywhere he went. He didn't care that much for school. He usually just skipped the morning classes and went to a few that he enjoyed. He has a cat, Sparkles, who he has had for just a couple of months
The only thing that has made his life amazing is his father, photography, and music. Music has been one of his latest passions and wishes to pursure a career in it.Which is why he is here, at this academy. His father had encouraged him in everything he wanted to excell in. His father had been the one person there for him when no one else was. He loved his father very much.
Then that one day came, just less than a year ago. He got a call on cell while he has hanging out with some of his closest friend. The call was from the hospital, saying that his father was in a car accident and they needed him to come down to the hospital right away. It was there in the middle of the hallway with the nurses and doctors walking around him, trying to get to a destination, it was there that he fell to the floor, unknowing of what to do, holding onto a letter that his father had written his.
To this day, he has not opened that letter, he has kept it in a safe place, not wanting to read his last words. He skipped school more often, smoked more pot, did more drugs. This was his life now, but including the music career that his father had wanted to him to pursue.
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•LIKES:
••Music
••Concerts
••Animals
••Big Headphones
••Boys
••Penguins
••Photography
••Pot
••Books
••Skinny Jeans
••Tight Shirts
••Horror Movies
•DISLIKES:
••Rumors
••Fakes
••Shallow People
••Rap
••Country
••Preppy People
••Smell of Gas
••Squeaky voices
•HOPES:
••To find someone
••To become famous
••To learn a new instrument
••To own a Penguin
••To travel the world
•FEARS:
••Being alone
••Bugs
••Falling on stage
••Messing up on stage
••Being a virgin forever
•SECRETS:
••He is a virgin
••He has never had a girlfriend
••He writes short stories
••He has tried extacy
••He has gotten wasted
•HABITS:
••Biting his nails
••Shaking
••Humming
••Playing with his hair
••Shuffling his feet
•PERSONALITY:
Dimitri's personality is not a difficult one, though to some people it can be hard to understand. Meeting him, he will be shy, not want to talk, but once you get him going in a conversation, you won't be able to stop him. He talks, a lot, and will bring up the most random things. He loves to have fun no matter what and if it means getting in trouble, he is all for it. He is someone that in a way, cares about how others see him, but most of the time, he could give a snapple. He is a loud person, but by looking at him, it's not expected.
Dimitri is the type of person that doesn't want his problems to be anyone elses, so to be able to do so, he hides his emotions. He makes sure that no one can see what he is really feeling so that he won't bring down anyone around him. He is very good and this and has been since he was just a little child.
•CHARACTERTRAITS:
••Loud
••Optimistic
••Funny
••Outgoing
••Fun
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•NAME:Krissy
•AGE:Seventeen
•RPEXPERIENCE:About four years
•OTHERCHARACTERS:Not at the moment.
•RPSAMPLE: The wind blew as the trees swayed along in the same rhythm. A few lights lit up and path as a young male walked along the sidewalk. Having no place to go to at this time of night, he settled on the quietest place there was, the football field. He knew that no on in their right mind would play football at midnight. His black and white vans silently tapped on the ground beneath him as he walked. His black skinny jean blended in with the night as his baby blue shirt stood out. His jacket kept him warm as the temperature started to drop slowly. He found his way through the gate and made his way to the center of the field. He needed a place to think with no distractions what-so-ever.
His brown hair danced around his face and another breeze blew past him, making him slightly shiver as the sudden coldness. When he reached the center of the field,l plopped down, his jeans slightly dropping. He pulled down his jacket in the back and put his hood on. Less than three months ago his father died, less then one month, he was at this school. Far away from his only home. He still had not recovered from the impact that his father had on him when he left this world. He layed down, his brown eyes starring up at the sky as a few clouds passed by.
His thoughts wondered to the past memories when him and his father would go out during the afternoon, just before it was dark, and lay down at the park, watching the clouds go by. "Look daddy! It's a pig!" The younger version on himself said as he layed next to his father, pointing at a cloud in the sky. "Very good son. Now, what does that one look like?" His father said as he lifted his hand from the ground and pointed to a cloud that looked like Pooh. "It's... it's.. I don't know. What is it dad?" He asked as he thought as hard as he could, but getting cricket sounds in his mind.
He layed as hand over his eyes as he shut them, wanting to get away from the memories that had once made him happy. He let out a deep sigh and rested his hands on his stomach as he let one leg bend. He brushed his hair away from his face.
I don't beat women fuck that; I'm above it; but I'll cut her focking neck and think nothing of it; "You Didn't Know The Boogie Man Was A Clown; But When You See The Juggla; You Holding Your jugular."; With a swing, chop, stab, swing, chop; you holding your neck together; but your nuts drop; And the cops do the best they can; they pull the axe out your face and say; Was It The Boogie Man?(what was he wearing haha)
