Post by Kye Maverick Abrion on Nov 8, 2012 22:25:14 GMT -6
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kye maverick abrion
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 [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 [/style]Eye Color: brown Height: 5'10" Weight: 140 lbs Distinguishing Features: my ears are pierced, my lower right lip is pierced, my belly button is pierced, and my hips are studded. Play By: Shiroyama Yuu General Overview: I wear black. No, it doesn't mean that I'm emo or that I like to cut. I'm not goth, goth is a religion. Black is just easy to match. I know that sometimes people are intimidated by all the black, but really, its just always been simpler. It also hides things better. Simple as that, really. I like makeup and nail polish. Another thing people notice about my appearance is that I very rarely have many facial expressions. I tend to remain pretty stoic. | [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: Kye Maverick Abrion
Nicknames: None
Age: 18
Birthdate: August 13
Sexuality: Pansexual
School: High School Senior
Job: Musician
Group: Suicide
P E R S O N A L I T Y[/i]
Likes: Music, the rain, drawing/painting, dogs, the beach, being alone, walks in the woods
Dislikes: Pain, my father, chickens, snow, cats, rodents, snake
Strengths: my ability to remain calm, my talent with the guitar, my technology skills
Weaknesses: my father, my emotions, memories of my mother and siblings
Fears: my father, anyone finding and explointing my weaknesses, failing in life
General Description: To those who do not know me, upon first glance, would think that I had absolutely no emotions. Underneath the stoic mask that I wear, I am a burning individual. I was always taught that showing ones emotions are a weakness. Because every time I betrayed my feelings, my father would exploit them. I suppose I am a lost individual, taught that the only thing that emotion can gain is pain. Though I desparately long for the kind of life I have seen in movies or on television, I am not a cruel individual in my own right. I am not the cold, uncaring person that I make myself out to be, but instead, I'm someone who attempts to show everyone a compassion that I have never been given. I know what its like to be hurt, and so I try not to do it to anyone else.
H I S T O R Y[/i]
Mother: Tokuyou Abrion (deceased)
Father: Takashima Abrion (living)
Siblings: Kyron Abrion (twin brother - deceased) - Kyra Abrion (twin sister - deceased)
Pets: None
Other:
Overview: I was born as the eldest of a set of triplets to Takashima and Tokuyou Abrion and was raised with my triplet brother and sister. When I was five years old, I was diagnosed with pnemonia, it was pretty serious from what I hear. I have a lingering asthma problem because of it. On the way to the hospital one night, however, when I had gotten worse, there was a car accident. It had been raining, and my father lost control of the car and we flipped. I was bundled up in my mother's arms in the back seat, sandwiched between my brother and sister on either side of us. Perhaps that was why I survived. I had the protection of being in the middle of everyone. The crash, however, killed both my brother and sister... and my mother. I was covered in her blood when they were able to pull me from the car, and my father was beside himself with grief.
My father blamed me for their deaths, I think. If I hadn't been sick... if I had been stronger... then my mother wouldn't have been pushing him to drive faster in the rain to reach the hospital. My mother and his two other children would still be alive. I know that its my fault, I have long since accepted it. Of course, after that, my father was basically useless. He lost himself in sake and would go on binges and yell at me. Telling me how completely worthless I was. Making sure that I knew fully just what I had done. I had killed my brother and sister. I had killed my mother. I was nothing but a pathetic murderer. I was lucky that he had survived, otherwise I'd be in an orphanage. Truthfully, I think I would have rather been in an orphanage. This continued on, with him yelling at me and such... until I was nine.
That was the first time he hit me. I think it was because I'd failed a test or something, I don't really remember what set him off that first time. I'm so numb from it now that I barely even notice it. When I was thirteen, we moved to America. Miami, Florida, to be exact. It was there that I met some people that could teach me to play guitar. I delivered newpapers for two years until I was able to save up enough money to buy my own guitar. It was beautiful... a Gibson Fire. However, as I got in to high school, my American teachers seemed more observant than those in Japan. When I'd been in middle school, they'd written it off as being a foreigner who hadn't spoken much english. By high school, they realized that I was rather a loner, and so I was sent to the school counselors.
That was a mistake. I sat there day after day, staring at the floor until one day my father was summoned for a parent/teacher conferance... and he burst into the office and struck me. It had torn my piercing from my lip at that point, I didn't wear it at home, I knew he'd never have approved, but it had ripped my lip which started pouring blood... and it was then that they realized my homelife was exceptionally abusive as I just sat there and took it. They called the police, and there was a court case and everything in which I was stripped, photographed, and placed into foster care with a psychiatrist. By my junior year, I had been diagnosed with Schizoid Personality disorder or something of that nature. I don't really remember all that much about the brief time I was in foster care, mostly because I couldn't stand the shame...
I was the last member of my family, my father was in prison, but I longed to be with my brother and sister and my mother... and so I slit my wrists. Unfortunately, it ended up that I woke up here in New Haven instead of where the rest of my family was. So I'm still alone.
A B O U T Y O U[/i]
Your Name/Alias: Ray
Age: 23
Time Zone: This one
Other Characters: growing list
Code Words: Stolen by the Cheshire Ray
Random Fact: I want to rape Andy Biersack
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DATE OF DEATH: OCTOBER 31, 2013
TABLE BY CALIFORNIA DREAMING @ CAUTION 2.0 EDITED BY ALICE.
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