Post by xxxlulu on Apr 11, 2009 1:40:51 GMT -5
I DO NOT SPARKLE AND I AM NOT A FURRY.
Name: Israel Cain Brown
Age: 80. Looks roughly 17-20
Gender: Penis
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Red
Height: 6’5
Weight: 230
Significant Physical Details: Side burns baby. Side burns.
Class: 14th
Major: English and minor is in psychology
Birthday: November 21st 1929
Sexual Orientation (If you put something stupid like 'lot's I'm going to hurt you): Well, I could put lots. I mean…. I lived through the sexual revolution. I’m really whatever I feel like whatever day it is. We could argue about this…
Hobbies:
Thunderstorms
Snow
Fire
Lightning
music
Writing
Games
Animals
Boys
Girls
Love
Moonlight
Standing
Walking
The instrumental styling of John Williams
Your mom.
Fears:
Dying
Avocados
The sun
That one really creepy kid from that show
Losing myself
Blood Type: A-
Clan: I run free.
Blood Preferred: The blood of the people who pretend to struggle, but otherwise…yum?
Vampire Powers: Mind reading, enhanced strength and the ability to play a mean banjo
Weakness: The sun, fatigue, chickfilcks, fire based attacks, people who don't shower, blisters and pretty ladies
Character History (Here is were if there is something special about you we have to be informed. Tell us in detail how and why you're a special little snowflake):
There isn’t really much to say about me, or what makes me a special little snow flake. I’m really just Israel. I was born on a bitter day, my mother was sicker than a dog when she gave birth to me, on the 21st of November 1929 in Berlin, Germany. My family fled the country when I was around 8 for reasons undisclosed, we went to live in the slums of New York. My mother was so proud when they bought their first home, even though it was a shabby shack and rats ran the streets and allowed you to pet them like dogs and children would piss and shit wherever they felt…my family called it home. I didn’t mind, I was on top of the world you see. I had a chance in life! The American dream you know? After about a month of living in America we saw what the American dream really was, our lives had changed to the point of no return, people would beg my mother for the clothes off of her back…America was a sham. It only got worse and worse as it went on. My father enlisted in the Army stating, “Dere is much more zat ve can do for our country of America, even if I am put up against my own bro-there I shall fight to the death.” And he did. He was killed in Germany. By his brother. My mother committed suicide shortly after, leaving me and my little brother Jerusalem all alone. In 1947 though, I was 18 years old… I met her, I met Lucy, she changed my life forever. I was on the street, screaming at the skies asking what the hell happened to my life…when I bumped into her. She told me she could fix it.
Oh she fixed it all right.
Then there was the sexual revolution of the 60s
Then the 90s when I thought flannel was the essential part of my wardrobe
And lo and behold here I am now. Talking to you…isn’t that special.
[/font][/color][/size]Age: 80. Looks roughly 17-20
Gender: Penis
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Red
Height: 6’5
Weight: 230
Significant Physical Details: Side burns baby. Side burns.
Class: 14th
Major: English and minor is in psychology
Birthday: November 21st 1929
Sexual Orientation (If you put something stupid like 'lot's I'm going to hurt you): Well, I could put lots. I mean…. I lived through the sexual revolution. I’m really whatever I feel like whatever day it is. We could argue about this…
Hobbies:
Thunderstorms
Snow
Fire
Lightning
music
Writing
Games
Animals
Boys
Girls
Love
Moonlight
Standing
Walking
The instrumental styling of John Williams
Your mom.
Fears:
Dying
Avocados
The sun
That one really creepy kid from that show
Losing myself
Blood Type: A-
Clan: I run free.
Blood Preferred: The blood of the people who pretend to struggle, but otherwise…yum?
Vampire Powers: Mind reading, enhanced strength and the ability to play a mean banjo
Weakness: The sun, fatigue, chickfilcks, fire based attacks, people who don't shower, blisters and pretty ladies
Character History (Here is were if there is something special about you we have to be informed. Tell us in detail how and why you're a special little snowflake):
There isn’t really much to say about me, or what makes me a special little snow flake. I’m really just Israel. I was born on a bitter day, my mother was sicker than a dog when she gave birth to me, on the 21st of November 1929 in Berlin, Germany. My family fled the country when I was around 8 for reasons undisclosed, we went to live in the slums of New York. My mother was so proud when they bought their first home, even though it was a shabby shack and rats ran the streets and allowed you to pet them like dogs and children would piss and shit wherever they felt…my family called it home. I didn’t mind, I was on top of the world you see. I had a chance in life! The American dream you know? After about a month of living in America we saw what the American dream really was, our lives had changed to the point of no return, people would beg my mother for the clothes off of her back…America was a sham. It only got worse and worse as it went on. My father enlisted in the Army stating, “Dere is much more zat ve can do for our country of America, even if I am put up against my own bro-there I shall fight to the death.” And he did. He was killed in Germany. By his brother. My mother committed suicide shortly after, leaving me and my little brother Jerusalem all alone. In 1947 though, I was 18 years old… I met her, I met Lucy, she changed my life forever. I was on the street, screaming at the skies asking what the hell happened to my life…when I bumped into her. She told me she could fix it.
Oh she fixed it all right.
Then there was the sexual revolution of the 60s
Then the 90s when I thought flannel was the essential part of my wardrobe
And lo and behold here I am now. Talking to you…isn’t that special.