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Post by NATALIE MARTEL on May 21, 2009 13:12:55 GMT -8
I'VE JUST SEEN A FACE
character name: adrian thomas
nicknames: ade, addy, dude, thomas the toker
age: twenty-one
gender: male
sexuality: straight
pb: robert pattinson
THE LONG WINDING ROAD
occupation: works behind the scenes at cirque du soleil. set design. sells pot on the side.
residence: up your bum.
been in vegas for how long and why:
"I moved to Vegas when I was sixteen. It was right after my mother died and my father told my sisters and I that he needed a change. We moved here because it was so different from my hometown of Chicago. It's just so alive here. It took two days for my dad to make the decision and 24 hours for us to move all our stuff to Vegas. I was never mad at my dad for moving here because I grew to love it. I really wouldn't want to live anywhere else in the world. Even before I was legal, there was so much to do here. This city is alive 24 hours and I wouldn't have it any other way."
FULL OF EXCITING STORIES
likes:
dislikes:
personality:
fears:
getting sick
man made drugs
getting arrested
secrets:
he sells pot
his apartment is clean because of his disorder
goals:
design the set of a show by himself
make smoke rings
save up for a new apartment
WHEN I GET HOME
family:
kaja thomas (deceased)
jacob robert thomas (56)
alicia lynn thomas (14)
alexandra joanne thomas (14)
history:
"My parents were high school sweethearts. They met when they were fifteen and were inseparable ever since. I always aspired to have a relationship like theirs. So perfect. Every women I met I would compare to my mother because she was that amazing. She made my father happy and likewise, there were never any problems. We grew up in a small town outside of Chicago where everyone knew each other. I would walk down the block and everyone would smile and ask how I was doing. I took all of it for granted. I never thought anything could go wrong. I was caught in my little world with my wonderful parentsand nothing could touch me.
When I was seven, my mom gave birth to twins. At first I was angry that all the attention was on them instead of me. I was no longer momma's little boy. As the weeks went by, I started to realize that my parents loved me just as much. And my twin baby sisters were gorgeous. They grew up and started to call me brother Adrian. Every time they ran toward me this huge smile would cross my face and not dissapear for hours. They were the one thing that made me happy. I didn't need toy cars or planes, I had my sisters. They were enough work. I started babysitting by the age of 10, I was that responsible. My parents trusted me and I was only ten.
My mom was diagnosed with cancer when I was eleven years old. I remember asking my dad what cancer was and why mommy was so sick. I didn't get why she couldn't just take something to make it go away. My dad reassured me that she was going to be okay, they caught it early. Being the naive little boy I was, I believed everything my father said. As my mother became pale and frail, I just thought that it would pass. Just a few more weeks and I would have my mother back. I would have tantrums every time my father insisted we go home for the night since we weren't allowed to stay at the hospital. I always ended up winning and sleeping at my mothers side. Just the sound of her breathing put me to sleep.
My mother fought long and hard for five years. Every day I would understand more and more about what was happening to her. By the time I was fourteen, I understood completely. Every day I spent with my mother was savored and I never took her love for granted. I would skip school just to spend more time with her. She became my best friend after my friends found out why I was skipping school.
She finally passed away when I was sixteen. She took a part of me with her that day. I remember my sister asking me the same question over and over again "Where's mommy?" until I was about to explode. I couldn't take it anymore. Two days after my mother passed away, I left home. Out of nowhere, I started to abuse drugs. I don't know where it came from, I dont even know where I got the drugs from. Before my mother died, I didn't even know what cocaine was. In a matter of weeks, I went from an honour roll student to a teenager that was crashing on his friends couch every night. I got into the wrong crowd and started abusing anything I could get my hands on. Every pill I took pushed the memory of my mother from my mind and every shot drowned out her voice. I wanted to erase those painful memories through alcohol, cocaine, ambien or even xanax. I ignored every phone call my father placed and erased messages once I got them. I didn't even care if I died because of the things I was taking.
After two weeks of abusing, I overdosed. All the weight I had lost caused me to react stronly to too much cocaine and liquor. I ended up in the hospital with puke all over me and white powder covering the rim of my nose. The friends I had been hanging out with for the last weeks just dropped me off and left. If it wasn't for my cellphone in my pocket, I would have been in the hospital alone getting my stomach pumped. Even though I had been nothing but trouble over the past few weeks, my father came to get me and brought me home. He understood my drug use and forgave all the things I had done to him.
NOT DONE
pets: a tabby cat named voo
FROM US TO YOU
ooc name: tess
age: eighteen
years roleplaying: 44444
other characters: nate bass
roleplay sample:look at nateypoo's.
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