Post by braeydon james allen on Mar 20, 2011 21:32:23 GMT -5
INTRODUCING!
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[/color][/size]NIGHTMARE
now your nightmare comes to life
NAME: Braeydon James Allen
AGE: 18
BIRTHDAY: December 11th
GENDER: Male
SPECIES: Angel
ORIENTATION: bi
OCCUPATION: ---DRAGGED YA DOWN BELOW
down to the devil's show[/center]
HEIGHT: 5'8
WEIGHT: 150 lbs
BUILD: Average
HAIR: Black, though it varies
EYES: jade
INK AND PIERCINGS: plenty of tattoos. septum piercing, snakebites and gauges
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: tattoos
PLAY-BY: Zacky Vengeance
TO BE HIS GUEST FOREVER
[/color][/size]peace of mind is less than never![/right]
FEARS: being alone, religious camps, creepers
LIKES: guitars, tattoos, drawing, music
DISLIKES: abusers, being bullied, being put out
STRENGTHS: guitar, kindness, friendliness
WEAKNESSES: kindness, wears his heart on his sleeve
DEEPEST SECRET: you'll see.
PERSONALITY: Braeydon is...well. To describe Braeydon is like describing one of the most kindest people you can. And the most adorable. He'd go out of his way for all his friends and the people he cares about. Of course, this gets him stepped on sometimes, but it happens. You'll have to see for yourself how he is.
HATE TO TWIST YOUR MIND
[/color][/size]but god ain't on your side[/left]
MOTHER: ---
FATHER: ---
SIBLINGS: two brothers
CHILDREN: none
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: used to have one
HISTORY: Braeydon came back to Los Angeles to see his parents over the summer from boarding school, to hope that maybe they changed their mind on their 'sick' son. They didn't. Braeydon, who loved another boy, was sent to a religious camp meant to 'cure' his 'illness' of loving his other. It didn't go how they planned, however. The camp was meant to last for 3 months, and Braeydon only survived 2 months and three weeks. The week before he was supposed to get out of the camp, he died. This was due to the rigorous structure the camp upheld without the parents' knowledge. The children were beat, put into an isolation box for days without food or water when they disobeyed, run laps, study, and many other things. Braey could only take so much before his body gave out and he just lost his will to live. He knew he wasn't going to get out of the camp alive. So he allowed himself to die.
He was given a second chance to live, and came back as an angel. It was a surprising turn of events. However, none of his family know he's alive once more. None of his friends do either. He's just recently an angel, and lost, confused, and depressed with how things are going.
AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE SEVERED
[/color][/size]burn the world, your last endeavor![/center]
Hello. My name is Sin and I've been roleplaying for nine years out of the twenty years I've been living. I found this site by helping make it and I'm glad to be here. I play no one else yet as well! By the way, I read the rules. password removed by admin
RP SAMPLE!
Braey felt the fingers cup his chin, his head glancing upwards towards Dylan for a moment, watching as he bit his lip. His boyfriend was so worried, and it bothered Braey that he was making him like that. He was just making things worse, and he didn't want to drag his boyfriend down with him. Just the thought made his eyes water and he felt the tears force themselves out of his ducts, dropping down his cheeks as he sniffled. What was he doing? He was making things worse, dragging Dylan down too, and maybe even Charlie. Braey didn't want to do that, and he felt his chest tighten a little as he restrained the sobs, biting on his lower lip.
He felt those large arms tighten around him, and the secure feeling hovered in his chest, before his face buried against his boyfriend's chest again. The closer he was pulled, the more secure he felt with this whole ordeal. The poor kid just needed support, and a lot of it at that."They must be stupid, then."Gently, the purple haired junior looked up for a moment, his jade eyes glistening before he ducked his head once more. Were they? Or had he been blind to something he did. What had he done? Braey wracked his mind, trying to figure out what it was that could have caused them to do this, but nothing came up. He hadn't done anything wrong, or bad...and yet, this was what happened. The more he thought, though, the worse he felt, and the only thing that kept him from full out sobbing again was the fact Dylan was holding him. That, and his hair being stroked. It was something he liked, just the small touches, and he sighed to himself, relaxing a little more.”Selfish and stupid and blind, gosse. You…you’re one of the most amazing people I know. There must be something wrong with them…to not want to be near you, to even think you’d make them unhappy.”A soft pink blush spread over Braey's cheeks and his eyes shifted for a moment before he shook his head, only ceasing when the kiss he delivered was returned, and his body curled closer to his boyfriend. Gently, Braey placed his hand on the chest of the larger boy, feeling the beat of his heart for a moment. He soon felt Dyl's head resting on his own, and he smiled just a little bit, exhaling shakily. Nothing could be too bad with Dylan around...the other boy just seemed to chase everything off.”Always, gosse.”He would always be there. The promise seemed to glow warmly in his chest, and he smiled just a little more.
He felt a gentle press against his temple like a kiss, and he closed his eyes for a moment, his eyes glistening with tears, but it wasn't in sadness. So much emotion welled up in his chest, and he felt so confused, but Dylan was his lifeline in the mess of life. His savior. Right now...Dylan was the only thing that kept him from throwing himself off the bluff to hit the bottom and end it all. Of course, his boyfriend didn't know that..but he wasn't going to enlighten him.”I love you too,”Those words seemed to make his chest tighten more and he blinked, a few more tears slipping from his eyes and his lip trembled for a moment. "You have no idea..how much you mean to me right now," he whispered softly, his voice choking for a moment. "You...you're what keeps me willing to wake up. But this past week..oh god...Dylan.." he whispered, starting to sob. "If you weren't here right now..I'd be at the bottom of the bluff right now. I would have just thrown myself off," he whispered shakily. Those words, coming from Braey's lips, revealed how much the whole situation had shaken him up.
THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY SIN OF ESCAPE THIS AFTERLIFE. STEAL THIS AND SHE'LL SEND HER KILLER HAMSTERS OF DOOM AFTER YOU AND HAVE THEM CHEW YOUR EYES OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS. LYRICS BELONG TO NIGHTMARE BY AVENGED SEVENFOLD.
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