Post by Stryker Allen Simms on Nov 7, 2012 20:38:28 GMT -6
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stryker allen simms
stryker allen simms
 [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #2D2729; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]P H Y S I C A L Hair Color: Black - with color highlights [/style]Eye Color: Blue Height: 6'2" Weight: 130 lbs Distinguishing Features: Many, many tattoos and piercings baby. Count 'em if you want. Want me to strip? 'Cause I will... Play By: Jayy von Monroe General Overview: I'm not -really- tall, but... I'm a decent height. And I'm skinny as fuck, I could probably do with putting some weight on but... why? I got a high metabolism or something, but oh well. I dye my hair black and on occasion I do different colored hightlights. I have a lot of tattoos, probably most obvious are the ones on my throat, chest, and arms. Nearly everyone sees those first, but I have a lot of other ones. I have a lot of piercings too, what can I say, I like looking different. I like tighter-fitting clothes, leather, and a lot of black mostly. I dunno, seems to suit me, I think. I like wearing colored contacts too. No, I don't need correctional lenses, I just think they look cool. I usually wear make-up too, so... yeah, I'm a freak. | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,220,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6F68B4;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 11px; height: 425px; width: 220px; overflow: auto; color: #ffffff;]G E N E R A L |
Full Name: Strykerius Allen Simms - yeah, my name sucks ass
Nicknames: Stryker, Stryke
Age: 21
Birthdate: January 3rd
Sexuality: Pansexual
Job: Apprentice Tattoo Artist at Street Waves Tattoos
Group: Murdered
P E R S O N A L I T Y[/i]
Likes:
- Sex;; Okay, so I'm not a sex addict, but I do like to have fun every now and then - what guy doesn't love sex?
- Music;; Playing it, singing it, listening to it. I'm not very good at playing it, but... when I was younger, I'd always wanted to be a musician.
- Tattoos;; Getting them, drawing them - yeah... I'm kind of artistic, I drew most of my own tattoos before I got an amateur friend to do them for me.
- Piercings;; I like to look unique... I like finding new places on my body to pierce, it excites me.
- Leather;; I love the feeling of leather on my skin. Makes me feel sexy.
- Military;; I have a serious respect for the armed forces - at one point I wanted to join up.
Dislikes:
- Polyester;; Something about it just don't feel right.
- My father;; This one is pretty self-explanatory, never really liked him all that much.
- Hangovers;; Ah... yeah... duh?
- Getting Beaten;; Another obvious one. No one likes getting the shit beat out of them.
- Being Told I'm Useless;; Unfortunately a frequent occurance in my childhood. You get used to it, I guess. Doesn't mean you like it.
Strengths:
- Sex, Stamina, Seduction;; The three crucial S's for bedroom playtime.
- Fighting;; I've had to do a lot of it in my life.
- Stoicism;; Got practice keeping my true emotions to myself. The less I show, the less I hurt.
Weaknesses:
- My Past;; Not exactly something I really like chatting about, it still haunts me, I guess.
- Trust Issues;; It takes a bit to earn my trust, I guess. I've not had much good luck with trust.
- Can be naive;; I tend to try and believe the best of those that I do come to care about to the point of being blind
Fears:
- Being Alone;; I don't like to be alone. Ever. Tends to make me dwell on things best not dwelled upon
- Being Kicked Out;; Never really had a place where I was completely accepted, I guess I'm worried that New Haven will throw me out eventually.
General Description:
- At first glance I can seem exceptionally outgoing and friendly, even over confidant. That is the first thing people notice about me.
- At second glance, one might see that my eyes very rarely match my smile. They see insecurity. That is the second thing people notice about me.
- At third glance, if you've stayed with me this long, is that my smiles and jokes are sometimes forced. That is the third thing people notice about me.
- Wow, you've really actually offered me a fourth look? I'm not quite as arrogant or cocky in private, with those that I trust. It takes a little bit of work to get to this point with me, but once trust is earned, its pretty steady.
- The last thing people tend to notice about me is that... I'm actually rather sensitive under my hard exterior. I really just want someone to love.
H I S T O R Y[/i]
Mother: Casey Shadows-Simms
Father: Gene Simms
Siblings: Noah Simms
Pets: None
Other:
Overview: First born in my family, the prized son and heir to a Beverly Hills Estate and Law Firm. My childhood wasn't really all that spectacular, a strict household. My mothered miscarried twice before she took in a fosterling, someone that my mother could coo over because I was eight at the time when they adopted baby Noah. I didn't mind at first, though taking me from my mother's care put me in my father's care. My father was fine with me until I was 9... and he decided it was time I became a man. He raped me, allowing not only himself but some of his friends to take their pleasure from me. Would use me until I bled - to this day, I can't stand the sight or smell of my own blood. Perhaps that's what made me the way that I am.
I found someone in my school who was sympathetic. Someone who understood what I was going through. I had thought that he would be the love of my life. I was 14... a freshman in high school when I found him. Of course, where I lived in Beverly Hills, it wasn't exactly normal to be dating a guy. I dare not bring him home for fear of what my father would do to him. Of course, after that when my father came after me... I resisted. And so I was no longer the target of his sexual desires, and all that attention was turned onto the young Noah. By this time, my mother had already buried herself in her drugs to much to even notice. Something my father had been giving her to make her more complacent about staying out of things when she heard my screams years ago. I couldn't watch my little brother go through what I did. So I reported it.
We got out of there, put into foster system, and it was my goal to protect Noah until we got separated. It's hard to find foster parents who will take two children, especially when one of them is 16 years old and the other is 9... they always want the younger ones. And then I aged out of the program and went looking for Noah. I found him, and tried to remain a constant in his life. We had lunch together, his foster parents had actually ended up adopting him, so I couldn't bear to take him away from a good family life. What could I have offered to him? A little one-bedroom apartment that I had trouble paying rent and utilities on because I had a crap job? No, so I left him where he was and just took him for outings every now and then. Out to lunch or a ball game.
Until our father caught up with us. Luckily, I was alone when he found me. I don't think he knew that Noah was in the same town. I can only hope, because I don't want him finding Noah again. It was to late for me, though. Feeling like I was nothing more than a child again, I was beaten and raped by my father... and left for dead in some random alleyway where I bled out internally. Sometimes, I can still taste the blood that I couldn't stop from rising into my mouth over and over again. Add that to the dislike of the smell and sight of my blood. I woke up sometime later... and found that I wasn't where I thought I'd be. A place called New Haven... a new beginning. I just hope that Noah is happy where he is, and that our father stopped with me and will leave him alone.
A B O U T Y O U[/i]
Your Name/Alias: Ray
Age: 23
Time Zone: Eastern
Other Characters: None yet
Code Words: I'm above this
Random Fact: Um.... I have a deep love of tattoos?
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DATE OF DEATH: NOVEMBER 29
TABLE BY CALIFORNIA DREAMING @ CAUTION 2.0 EDITED BY ALICE.
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