« l i f e l e s s » Aug 5, 2006 16:47:20 GMT
Post by Blitz Williams. on Aug 5, 2006 16:47:20 GMT
You might as well call this boy emo. Just not to his face, of course. Blitz has black hair – naturally black, not dyed – that’s rather hard to explain. His bangs hang over his right eye, partially blinding him. The entire top and sides of his head are their normal colour, whilst the hair at the back of his head are often dyed random colours. Sometimes it’s regular black. Although most of the time it’s something whacky like hot pink, blonde, or blue. Kind of uniquely styled, don’t you think? Even though it’s not all that original – it’s been done before. Sometimes, his bangs have dark brownish blonde streaks, but they’re hardly noticeable since hardly anyone cares to look at the seemingly ‘emo’ boy, thinking he’s like any other. His attire ranges from baggy blue jeans and a band tee shirt, to slightly tighter black jeans and a black, button up dress shirt – almost.. – with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a tie. Oh, how he loves ties. He has a black and red striped one that he usually wears with that particular outfit. Anyway. Blitz always dresses casually, even though most of his tattoos usually show. Well, not most of them, just the ones on his arms.. and believe me when I say he has tattoos everywhere. On the fingers of both hands, the word ‘LIFE’ is tattooed in red, black outlined letters on his left hand, and, in the same print on his right, is the word ‘LESS’. Put together – ‘Lifeless’. He has to many tattoos to describe.. he’d probably show them to you if you ask, all nice like.
Blitz has blueish-grey eyes that are always rimmed in black eyeliner, and, on occasion, red eyeshadow. Some people also classify him ‘emo’ because of this, but he normally tells them to bugger off, especially if they say it to his face. He’s like that.
Tall and lanky, Blitz stands at about 5ft11in and weighs around 135 pounds. Just about normal for a person of his age, isn’t it? I’d suppose so.. Anyway. His skin is slightly tanned, due to his being a North Carolina boy, and is hardly ever pale. He has one of those tans that just never goes away it seems, and he likes it that way. Seeing as how he’s never been pale before – except for when he was a baby, of course! – he’d rather have a tan than anything else. Despite his tan, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell that he’s a country boy – even though he grew up in Georgia and was born in North Carolina – because he doesn’t have an accent, and he only uses some southern slang. Not all that much, just enough to get his point across. Jumping around to another random thing now. When Blitz is in a bad mood, people can often tell, because he normally has a slightly.. pouty, I guess you could say, look on his face. Not that he’s pouting for attention, it’s just a natural look he’s learned over the years, and he hardly knows he does it. When he’s in a bad mood he doesn’t know he does it, anyway. He’ll do it intentionally sometimes, just to piss some people off or get out of trouble with his friends. Because his friends are weak like that. He’s rather good looking, for his ‘class’ – or whatever people wanna call it.. label, or whatever – but he doesn’t care what other people think of him. Four things you’ll hardly ever see him without? Black eyeliner; black and white all stars chuck taylors hi-tops; black non-leather studded three row pyramid belt; and his German Shepherd / Collie mix, Tragedy. And, to top it off – his dog’s collar, is a non-leather, studded three row pyramid belt that Blitz had bought especially for him. He loves his dog that much.
Despite the chipping black nail polish covering his fingernails, the tan he has, and random other things, I’d think that’s it for his appearance.. Oh, he has a few random necklaces he wears – yeah, he wears necklaces, who doesn’t?! Jelly bands, too! – one of which is a metal skull. Yep. I’d think that’s it.. Pretty much. Except his peircings.. His bottom lip is peirced, on the right side, his tongue’s peirced, and both his ears are peirced with gage earrings. Now that’s it.
Blitz is his own person; an individual. Probably one of the most emo-looking country boys you’ve ever seen, but still an individual for the most part. He doesn’t follow trends, despite the complete look he’s gained over the twenty-two years he’s been alive, and still adds stuff to his look every day or so. So don’t call him a ‘trend-follower’ or anything else of that sort, because he’s not. Just because he happens to have almost the same look as almost every other single boy in America, doesn’t mean he follows the same trend. He’s much to rebellious and independent for that.
Just like everyone else, Blitz has his ups and downs. He’s bi-polar, and has rare bursts of depression, as well as a small anger problem. He has respect for everyone until they somehow prove to him that they don’t deserve it – and some people naturally don’t have his respect, including prostitutes, abusive people, and those who tell him what to do. Oh, he hates being told what to do. He’s actually a rather friendly person, you just have to get over his ‘tough’ exterior, because, if you don’t, it won’t get you anywhere with him.
Blitz loves to joke around with people, especially those who’ll joke back with him, and his friends normally call him ‘the emo, gothic weirdo teddy bear’ because, for one, his outside appearance, and, for two, because he’s so huggable and loveable. Just because he’s the ‘emo, gothic weirdo teddy bear’ doesn’t mean that his personality can’t match his appearance. Oh, god, don’t think that – if you get him angry, you might as well run and hide. Or dig your own grave. You choose. When he’s angry – which isn’t very often – people probably think that he’s always that way. But his anger hardly lasts long, and it’s a rare occurrence anyway.
As unlikely as it seems, Blitz does have a shy side. Uncanny, isn’t it? I’d say. But he does, and it’s only noticeable if he’s in one of his ultra-rare bouts of depression, or if he’s around someone he has a crush on. Beware, the boy’s bi. Anyway. Rebellious is another way to describe Blitz – a rule breaker, pretty much a total bad boy.. another thing to halfway match his appearance. Yep. So now, I guess he’s the ‘emo, gothic weirdo bad boy teddy bear’? Hm. Catchy. Like most ‘bad boys’ he’s got a soft side, but you probably figured that.. It’s unlikely you’ll ever figure out where that soft side is, but yeah. So, basically, that’s about it for his personality.
On a beautifully scary October 30th, a dark haired baby boy was born to two lovebirds who were in their mid-thirties. For some reason, the boy’s mother had the name ‘Blitz’, meaning an intensive or sudden military attack, stuck in her mind, and so, the baby was named Blitz Parker Williams. The birth took place in Charleston, North Carolina, and, as soon as the baby was cleared and able to go home, his parents took him to their home. A three story mansion that costed a fortune.
Blitz spent six or seven years in that mansion, being tutored instead of sent to school because, lets face it.. his parents were filthy rich. However, even at the young age of seven, Blitz believed that money was just a material thing, like books and stuff. He remembers the seven years he lived there, but then he doesn’t – kind of foggy, I guess you could say. When he moved to Georgia with his parents, though, he remembered everything. He stayed there, with his parents, until they kicked him out at the age of eighteen, with a rather large sum of money in the bank account, of which the better part of is still there. They were still living in a mansion in Georgia – the gorgeous, Victorian type mansions that are supposedly haunted. This is, probably, where Blitz’s love for the supernatural began. His room, in particular, was haunted. But enough about that.
This time, Blitz was sent to an actual school instead of being tutored. He was always skipping class and such with his friends, and talking during class. He’d had so many detentions, Saturday schools and in-schools to make any trouble-maker wince. He even came close to getting expelled one time, for accidentally breaking a window. That one, wasn’t actually his fault. He was involved, yes, but hey – someone pushed him and sent his then scrawny ass through the window. Of course, he didn’t break anything, because it was only a two foot drop to the ground, but that doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt.
When Blitz was fifteen, his dad died. A heart attack. Now, as crushing as this may seem, he wasn’t all that sad – his dad had hated his son’s trouble making ways and had often grounded him, and once even hit him. So, you can probably that Blitz and his father weren’t close. But, for his mother’s sake, he went to the funeral and shed a few forced tears.
Even though he grew up with money, Blitz never asked for much. Except for, when he was seventeen, he begged for a bass guitar from his mom. Who, of course, gave him the money. He’s been playing bass ever since, and, at one point, even had a band with his closest friends Jeremy and Clyde. But, Jeremy and Clyde had some sort of.. hate, building against each other, and so the band didn’t last long. Today, Blitz still wants to play in a band, he just can’t find anyone to form a band with. Anyway. At eighteen, Blitz’s mother kicked him out of the house, and he had to fend for himself. He’d been doing that for quite some time, but, he’d at least had someplace to stay.
Blitz hasn’t used that much money from the bank account, but sometimes it gets bad enough that he has to go and get some of the money out to pay for the stuff he has. Otherwise, he prefers to make his own money. The years from the time he was eighteen to twenty were somewhat unlikeable, and so he chooses not to remember them, and, when he was twenty-one, he continuously moved around. State to state, town to town, apartment to apartment. He never stayed in one place long, but he did revisit some of the places. A few days after his twenty-second birthday, he moved here, and, hopefully, will stay for a while.
Bartender at Paradise, please. xD
Finished high school; doesn’t plan on attending uni.
Tragedy - six years - male - German Shepeherd/Collie Mix.
[ ooc. from another rp. hope you don’t mind. xD ]
It was raining. Dammit. What sort of retard went out, in the rain, without some sort of coat or hoodie? Aiden, apparently. In a short sleeved Atreyu tee shirt and baggy, frayed, ripped blue jeans, he was paler than ever, and soaked to the bone. His already tight shirt clung to his thin frame, making him slightly uncomfortable but not enough to want to ring it out. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was shivering, chattering teeth and all, but.. who could blame him? Rainy days were always cold, and, being almost anorexically thin without a hoodie or anything, made the days even colder. That’ll teach you to go out during the rainiest day, fucktard. Christ, you’re retarded. Aiden thought to himself, mentally reprimanding himself. He shouldn’t have been so stupid as to forget his hoodie; he had no right to be complaining about being cold. It was his own fault. Even if it wasn’t exactly all that cold. Hey. He was different. If he was cold, he said it was cold. End of story, no confusion to it.
Walking past a wrought iron gate, Aiden almost passed the opening of the cemetery until he glanced up in interest. Why, he didn’t know. He just did. It was slightly ajar, so he pushed it open, almost jumping out of his skin when it creaked. Okay, uh, I get it, I’m thin enough to slip through! I get it! he thought to himself, almost as if talking to the gate, but – wait. He shook his head, slipping through the gate and recrossing his arms over his chest. Gosh. He loved rain, but only if he was inside, watching it make patterns on the window instead of making patterns on him because he was walking in it. Damn.
Even though he knew it wouldn’t help much, Aiden took refuge under a tombstone that was pretty tall, with an angel statue on top of it. He sat so that he was out of the way of most of the falling rain, drawing his knees close to his body and hugging them to his chest as he shivered. Damn, why was it so fucking cold? Oh, I dunno.. Maybe because you’re out in the rain, soaking wet, with no coat on, retard! he thought to himself once again, trying in vain to flick his hair out of his eyes. It was no use.. his hair was plastered to his head, and that sickened him. He couldn’t stand it. Shakily, he lifted a hand to his forehead and pushed his hair out of his eyes before returning to hugging his knees with both arms. Aiden sent a glance around the graveyard and, cursing silently, saw an oak tree. Damn, why hadn’t he saw it earlier? He would be sheltered from most of the rain! But then he saw the tree already had an occupant at one of it’s bases.
Aiden shook his head and quickly turned his gaze to his scuffed up chuck taylors as – there was no reason. Or was there? Yeah, there was. He criticized himself, as usual, as he stared at his shoes with a raised eyebrow and slightly confused face. Who, in the hell that they call this Earth, would take their shirt off in a graveyard? Burying his face in his arms, which wasn’t exactly normal for Aiden, he continued to shiver lightly. He wasn’t as cold now, but he was still wet, so if wind blew by he’d probably curse up a storm. He hated being so thin.. Wait, no, he hated forgetting his hoodie. That’s what he hated. And plus, he was in the mood to hate some things. A bad mood, as some people called it. As he rubbed his elbow slightly, he growled a bit, pain slowly seeping through his arm. He’d forgotten that he’d sprained it. Damn.
[editted](: Oh, and his history's kinda sketchy -- sorry bout that. Hm.. that's about it, I'd think. q: Oh, and the celebrity in the picture - which is in my sig! - is Mick Morris from Eighteen Visions. xD