Post by landis mason razorblade on Apr 5, 2009 22:03:18 GMT -7
`landisMASONrazorblade*
I'm in trouble
I'm an addict
I'm addicted to this girl
She's got my heart tied in a knot
And my stomach in a whirl
But even worse
I can't stop calling her
She's all I want and more
I mean damn
What's not to adore?
`welcome to the s u b u r b s *
YOUR NAME. rayn
OTHER CHARACTERS. none
RP EXPERIENCE. one year babbyy!
`where the g r a s s is green *
FULL NAME.
yo! want to know the name i was born with? See it's Landis Mason Jackson, but I didn't like that too much, so I changed it to Landis Mason Razorblade, call me anything other than that and you're dead like bang bang ya dig?
NICKNAME(S).
Please don't give me one. I had none to start with and i'd like it to be that way until the day I die. Got it? So therefore I don't want to be called things like land and razor, and definately don't call me by my middle name.
AGE.
I'm not old, but i'm not young. I'm at the simple age of sixteen and i'm stuck as a simple sophomore, though I really don't mind. thanks.
GENDER.
I'm a girl... no... jk jk, i'm a nice male. There's a huge difference between me and my sister so please don't call me female or I just might have to stab you. feel the wrath of my spork!
ORIENTATION.
I'm not straight and i'm not gay. I'm just a simple bisexual boy who leans more towards guys. Girls are hot and everything, but guys well they're amazingly hot:)
PLAY BY.
People say I look like Christofer Drew, do you see it? i don't, though whatever. Don't ever trust a kid who wears glasses.
MEMBER GROUP.
Guess what! I'm a sophomore! yeah that's right! Don't treat me like an underclassman though, it kinda pisses me off. Though whatever do what you want, if you do decide to take your freedom though just know that your life is now in my hands.
APPEARANCE.
Most people say I look like a cute dork, but that's their oponion I guess, really I think i'm just a simple boy and dress how I feel. I wear thick-rimmed glasses and loose shirts that make me look like a little kid. I have two piercings right beside each other underneath my bottom lip and i think they are pretty tight. I also have lots of studded belts, skinny jeans, vans, etnies, bracelets, headbands, etc. etc. Do you really want me to go on and on and on with boring ramblings about what I wear? I think not.
So i'm a lanky height of five foot eight, and I way a slim one hundred and seventeen pounds. Call me feminine and I will beat you down, it won't be that hard. I may look like a kid but I can hurt you badly. I have pretty long dirty blonde hair, that sometimes gets dyed brown. It's quite pretty and i'm very obsessive about. Just know I use lots and lots of hairspray. haha. I'm a sexy beast and I know you can't resist me!
`where days become n i g h t s *
PERSONALITY.
My personality... hmm... that's an interesting subject. I'm not conceited and i'm not embarassed about my self. I am kind of in the middle I guess. I love myself a lot. I am a bit obsessive compulsive. If somethings in my way as i'm watching tv i have to get up and move it or i'm going to fidget through the whole movie or show. I'm not innocent, but i'm not completly impure. I do like to party on the weekends, but then again I enjoy my quiet time. Shh... don't tell anyone but I am studious when I want to be. Can you believe it? I can't. So then there's my other side. I have my dark moments, but I love bright colors so my two sides balance each other out.
LIKES.
So you want to know what I like? I like talking and listening to music. My philosiphy is that music equals life. I'm an awesome picture taker and being loud is definately my forte. I love to use big words that annoy and confuse other people. I also make up some of my own words. Starting trends is one of the coolest things I do on a daily basis, and taking pain medicine sorta keeps me calm. People who talk to ghosts is so amazingly cool, and i have a slight obssesion with dinosaurs. So sometimes I get sidetracked big deal... Oh oh, did you know RAWR, means i lhuve you in dinosaur. I did. hehe. Yeah so acting like a little kid is fun, and being a spazz is even better, L from death note is my idol, and I love to sleep. It's the best time of day when your eyes are closed. Ohmygosh! don't you love random junk like shiny objects? I do! CELL PHONES & SPORKS ARE ALL YOU NEED IN LIFE!
DISLIKES.
Now I get to tell you what I hate. I hate being freaking bored! It sucks like melting lollipops in the summer! The quiet is creepy because it lets your mind wander to your fears. Bright lights hurt my eyes and I don't like sunglasses so it doesn't help does it? Getting up in the morning absolutely kills me and I hate starting conversations. I'm not a very good topic grabber. Personally I think that authority figures can go to hell but that's just me. oh oh oh and crazy people worry me so much that I just don't like them anymore.
FEARS.
Yeah so, I will reveal my fears if you promise not to tell anyone. I'm scared to death of clowns, as a child they used to steal my sword at the circus. Needles also flip me out. Seriously! Do you want some big metal thing being stuck in your arm by scary doctors? That's another thing doctors, hospitals, and being sick scares me, don't ya know! Stay away from me if you ever come down with something. I'm also scared of aliens they might operate on me, and yo dogs scare the crap outta me! They could like rip your face off especially those small yappy dogs.
`and nights become d r e a m s *
FAMILY.
My family. Well there's my mother, Austin Rose Jackson, she's a bitch. Then there's my father Henry Aaron Jackson, he's just a whatever work a holic. Now time to meet my twin sister, Anna Lily Jackson, but she's long gone, still back at home, and that's all you need to know about those skeleton's of people.
FRIENDS.
Friends? What friends? Oh! you mean the backstabbing ones who ratted me out? oh okay yeah i can name them, maybe you can be nice and hunt them down for me. There's the mean ones, Alice and Hanna, they can go die in a ditch somewhere, but that's just my opinion. Then there's Jack. I don't care about him anymore so who cares. Is that it? Are you done interrogating me? GAH!
HISTORY.
. Ceceila Hester had Landis when she was sixteen. The father was old. A man she thought would take care of her and love her. A man she thought would be able to be a good father and take her away from the hell hole called her life, but he didn’t. he left. She was alone. She had to take care of him all by herself in the middle of New York, New York.
As Landis was growing up he had to stay in the house a lot because his mom was never home and they never had the money to go anywhere. His mom was a stripper but she didn’t make three hundred dollars a night like the others girl did, because she wasn’t as pretty as them. So he grew up watching her get dressed up to go out get drunk and strip for a measly fifty bucks a night. He would sit up at night and wait for her to get home, which would in turn make him fall asleep in school. He watched many men walk through the doors of their broken down house and it pissed him off.
Growing up in a big city was never easy. There were all those temptions to go along with drugs and sex. Beer and dancing. It was overwhelming for everybody and Landis got caught up in the middle of it. He fell down a long black hill that landed him in a big pit that he couldn't get out of. Pain medicine became his best friend and his best friends became his lovers. His parents didn't know what to do with him. They were just about ready to send him away. He sobered up and he was still on thin ice but then that ice broke away when his friends ratted him out about liking guys. It was dumb, and they were through with him.
They sent him away to live with his aunt and uncle. They were overprotective, overbearing, and overpaid. The live in a nice house in Surburbia, California, where guess what! he now lives.
`where everything ain't what it s e e m s *
SAMPLE POST.
RAIL MATTHEW ALTEC
i just wanted to be there for you but you lied to me
you let me fall under the bus to die, now i'm all alone.The scraping of metal and bangs on the bars were all that invaded Landis' dreams now a days. He wanted to pull all his hair out. He had his eyes squeezed tight as he faced the wall. He heard people passing by. The scraping of their feet echoed through his cell. He was near the back wall of his cell as far back as he could be, as far away from people as possible. He did not want to give into that burning sensation. That aching that made him want to rip a person to pieces. He bit down hard on his bottom lip causing blood to be drawn. He licked the red liquid away and just continued to lay there.
It was silent for a few moments but then a rapping at the bars of his cell caught his attention. He sat up and turned around eagerly hoping for a flicker of a second it was the animal tamer, but when he turned around it wasn't. His face fell and he turned back to the wall with sunken in eyes. He didn't feel like facing anyone. He began biting at his thumb just staring at the greying bricks that made up the freaks cages. He frowned and tried to lay back down on his cell floor, but he couldn't get back to sleep now. The person kept knocking at the bars. A low growl rumbled from his chest warning the person, but it was probably no use, he was week and not as powerful as usual. He frowned and clutched his white fluffy stuffed cow to his chest. The ear was all tattered where he bit at it constantly to keep from attacking people, so that's what he occupied himself with doing right now.
