Post by MASON ASPITTLE on Jul 26, 2009 2:16:16 GMT -8
M A S O N P A U L A S P I T T L E
* it always rains like hell on the losers' day parade .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS KATIE, AND I AM EIGHTEEN.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT FAR TOO LONG
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE BIANCA CALDWELL.
OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS ...CODE WORD?
- - - - nicknames, tiny, which originated in his youth. mas, like the weapon but better.
- - - - gender, of the male persuasion.
- - - - sexuality, heterosexual.
- - - - occupation, stripper for thunder from down under.
- - - - wealth class, lower-middle class (balmoral apartments).[/ul][/ul]
- - - - hair, dirty blonde.
- - - - fashion sense, in a perfect world, mason would incorporate his professional attire into his every day routine: leather, spandex, chains, and the occasional harness. sadly, such a utopia has yet to exist. truth be told, even if it did, the attire would most likely lose its appeal quickly. how about an ensemble that will never lose its charm? a timeless pair of faded jeans, a comfortable tee, and low-top converse, or a ska style checkered belt every now and then--casual with a subtle edge would be the philosophy. mason would rarely be caught on the streets in anything but a t-shirt, be it a solid-color, advertising a band, or any other sort of insignia; if he tires of the tee flying solo he might add a black or navy blue blazer. oh, and his favorite pair of jeans... why the ones he sports in the popular poster for tfdu.[/ul][/ul]
- - - - loathes, chuck norris jokes, unshaven women, bad conversationalists, warcraft for it consumed far too many of his teenage years, full-keyboard texting, his massive competition: chippendales, the sterile scent of hospitals, jotto pokemon, swine flu fanatics, the wii, sirens in the middle of the night, things that chafe, the phrase "i could care less." dumbass, cruel cruel children, people who pop their collar, techno remixes of classic rock songs, beauty pageants, self-proclaimed 'unique' people, great bands turned awful- green day for example, atm transaction fees, sour cream, sociologists; really, what's the point?, girls who say all guys are assholes, the asshole guys who make said girls say that, small penis compensation trucks, intentional bad spelling, like 'kewl,' paying bank for disappointing bland food, 'hella,' sticks in asses, overly-indie films, axe dark temptation/not-actually-chocolate-shit.
- - - - strengths, imaginative, humorous, enthusiastic, amicable, people-pleasing, well-endowed, does a killer australian accent.
- - - - weaknesses, indecisive, poor boundaries, lack of a sensor, disorganized, impatient, short-attention span.
- - - - dreams, own his own night club or even a hotel empire, appear on an infomercial, fall in love for real, live the 'yes man' theory, save someone's life, die at an old age while sky-diving, punch bill o'reilly in the face.
- - - - fears, permanent shrinkage, getting fat, losing his job, pigeons, rejection, biological warfare, crank that by soulja boy (not the song itself, but the fact that it can top charts makes him worry about the state of society and the world, therefore he cringes whenever he hears it), terminal illness.
- - - - overall personality, licentious, unsophisticated, brash, perceptive, complacent, uncouth, negligent, clever, curious, chimerical, slightly bitter, repressive.
after an entire youth of being teased and feeling inferior, it can only be expected that mason- somewhere inside- is an incredibly insecure individual. it can be only expected that every time he does something big there's a subtle but nagging thought at the back of his head of inadequacy; it can only be expected that he feels a constant and inexplicable need to look over his shoulder, always feeling like he's forgetting something. however, seeing as he's been out of high school and detached from his past for roughly eight years and is now successfully working in the entertainment business, having lost all of his excess 'winter coat,' mason is also quite cocky. much like the idea of shoulder angels, for every self-deprecating thought a self-assertive one in a "damn straight!" tone immediately retorts, and usually the latter speaks volumes more and wins. mix his repressive tendency with the impressive amount of currency shoved into his lack-of-pants by women (or men from time to time) who find him irresistible, and you'll get a man thinking he's the best and worst thing since sliced bread.
frequently witty and more often than not very crude, the one aspect of his personality that mason has complete and total confidence in would be his sense of humor, albeit not for everyone. it's not the most mature (for he regularly makes use of that's what she said, giggity, et cetera) but at least he's long since evolved past fart jokes and hyperventilating at the mere mention of boobs or genitalia. he doesn't see the point in telling sophisticated jokes that no one will get just so he can sound smart and better than everyone else, and although he knows his s.a.t. words better than just about anyone, he rarely uses them- he no longer has anyone to impress, at least not with his rhetoric. can he really be blamed for his slightly juvenile antics? he spends half of his time waving his crotch at the people who are expected to be mature just as he, so it's inevitable that so many of his thoughts and remarks revolve around sex.
speaking of which, mason's libido is another subject worthy of brushing on. he didn't lose his virginity until after high school, once he'd begun to shed his weight and transcend the world of d & d. his first time was awkward, but he quickly got the hang of the whole thing and as such his prior bond with his left hand began to fade substantially. now at the age of twenty-four, mason is by no means a manwhore, but he's had his fair share of sex and it goes without saying that he's grown quite fond--and quite adept. he has more sensitivity than most in his profession, or his gender for that matter. he won't go to any lengths for a good lay. that's not to say he doesn't pursue it very frequently, but if it means misleading, manipulating, or hurting girls he won't do it. prank after prank and getting played for no reason several have led him to the the decision to avoid hurting anyone who doesn't deserve it. as for those who do deserve it, well, that's tricky. mason still carries countless invisible scars, and with it a large amount of harbored bitterness. the maneaters, manwhores, elitists, and anyone else who could fall under the category of vapid, cause mason to literally cringe. any aggression or perverseness he has is directed towards them, and his mother of course. the boy can be an asshole and often is, just not in the obnoxious sort of way that makes people want to repeatedly punch him in the jugular.
the final item to address is the aforementioned trait: unsophisticated. this is not to say that he is unintelligent, far from it. while everyone else was busy with teenage relationship angst, wild parties, and general socialization, mason was busy with leading the mathletes, improving his fantasy medieval roleplay skills, and moping over his lack of innate social skills (see: juvenile humor, cross reference). suffice it to say he was your commonplace nerd geek. to the nth degree. by now he's almost entirely picked up on most social constructs and customs, but that doesn't mean he gives a shit. in mason's eyes, whoever said that swearing is a mark of unintelligence should be shot. or why should he bother with proper capitalization or punctuation when typing or texting when he has weed to be smoked or people to meet, and just live in general to be lived?[/ul][/ul]
- - - - family,
brenda maureen swenson • mother • forty-eight
gary richard swenson • step-father • forty-six
melissa jane aspittle • half-sister • twenty
wendy noel aspittle • neice • three
eric brian dutcher • "father" • forty-three
- - - - pets, oscar the iguana
- - - - overall history,
-- brenda aspittle: living proof that you can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you can't take the trailer park out of the girl. in addition to that wonderful title, she's mason's mother. he was conceived via a one night stand at a frat-party. brenda was the hot but easy blonde with big boobs, eric was the freshman amidst hazing looking for a good solid fuck. nine months later, mason was the newborn with a single mother in her mid-twenties and a still-teenaged father who had no clue of his existence.
-- mason was born and raised in evansville, indiana; not a small town but by no means a happening, sophisticated city. for the first five years, it was just him and his mom in a small apartment. she was no trophy mother. despite no longer having the figure for it, she went out every day in the same mini-skirts, midriff-showing tops, and tacky metallic platform shoes as before mason came along. most nights were spent at the local bar while her son was at home with his grandmother chowing down on pringles and twinkies. even after his sister melissa was born (the result of yet another one-night event), this picture stayed roughly the same.
-- by the time melissa was three brenda had already started entering her into little miss pageants and auditioning her for small-time commercials while the elder aspittle child continued to sit at home gorging in front of teenage mutant ninja turtles. it's not that brenda was a bad mother per se, she did the best she could considering how little she knew about parenting, and how unprepared she was from day one. however, mason couldn't understand that. starting in elementary school and continuing right on up through high school, he was teased mercilessly for not only his obesity and awkwardness, but for his home life--thus creating deep-seated resentments against his mom for not giving him what the other kids had.
-- mason and his sister grew up polar opposites. he was the outcasted fat kid wrapped up in his own little world of gameboy and make-believe friends, melissa was the popular cute girl whose reality was perfectly picturesque... at least as far as the realities of children go. he let the the truth of his home life suck him in, but she always found a way to pretend life was a fairytale. attention, friends, social skills, and the like always came so easily to her, whereas mason struggled with it every day. from their earliest years up to the day he left indiana, the dynamics remained like this.
-- in elementary and middle school, mason excelled academically. he was always the first to catch onto new information, always did his homework, et cetera. that all changed when he entered. despite his classroom abilities, mason's hatred for school finally took over. he rarely attended, and at the end every term mostly all of his grades read 'd,' with an 'f' here and there or an occasional 'c.' he didn't care just so long as he graduated, which he did, but only just and with no hope of attending university.
-- when he was sixteen, an important change occurred with the entrance of gary swenson in his life, aka his mother's new husband. he had always feared his mother remarrying due to the stories on tv he heard about step-fathers being abusive, intolerant drunks. gary was nothing like the picture he'd always had. he was goofy, awkward, affectionate, much like mason. instead of assuming a father-figure role, gary and mason quickly became something like friends. while melissa was at pageants with brenda, the two guys would sit at home complaining about how ridiculous the whole thing was. gary accompanied mason to his fantasy dungeons and dragons conventions in the woods. pathetic as it may have been, they were friends.mason's inspiration to put down the hostess cupcakes and hop on the treadmill came from gary, and finally he lost all the weight he'd been carrying since about the age of six.
-- about a year after graduation, when he was nineteen, mason finally left indiana. he spent some time in los angeles, and over the course of several years basically underwent a personality renovation. he promised himself to never tell anyone about what he used to be. once he was twenty-one he worked at as a bartender for a nightclub for a year and a half or so, and eventually became a male stripper for one of the sections of the club- his reasoning for this being: "why the hell not?"
-- a little over a year ago, one of the guys who had worked with mason at the club told him about a job with the famous chippendales. he didn't get the job, but a few weeks later he auditioned for the other major vegas show, thunder from down under, and got it. he's been here ever since, and interestingly enough he's in better financial shape than he was for the entirety of his life in indiana.[/ul][/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
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