Post by Abram DeBeithiem on Jan 29, 2011 1:55:11 GMT -5
"I KNOW THE WORLD'S A BROKEN BONE, BUT MELT YOUR HEADACHES CALL IT HOME."
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welcome to Fairytale Gone Bad.
hi there, Mr.Temeraki, welcome to the site! so i hear you're male. that's pretty cool. no worries, we won't hold that against you. so you've been doing this crazy rp thing for about 7 years? holy cow! we're really excited about your 2 character(s)! what's your character(s) name again? Abram DeBeithiem, Det. William Gruff. awesome. oh, how old are you? Almost 21? wow. that's pretty old. well, that's it for the rper. time to get to know your character!
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Hello, Abram DeBeithiem.
» Is there anything you would rather be called?
“Call me Abe and we won’t have a problem, if you want to play it safest though, call me DeBeithiem.”
» Great, now that we've got that covered. How old are you?
“Seventeen, I’ll be eighteen in the Spring though, so let’s just skip the age formalities.”
» You know, has anyone ever told you that you look exactly like...?
“Ryan Taylor? I have no idea who that is, so that better not be some kind of joke.”
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Let's talk about your personality.
» What are a few of your favorite things?
"There’s nothing better then waking up before the sun rises and realizing that it’s going to be another day of freedom. Favourite activities to fill my day; running around, stealing food and picking on the urchins. Some other great parts of life; whiskey, sex, and smokes. Usually in that order too.”
»That's interesting. Is there anything you absolutely dislike?
"What isn’t there to dislike? Kids, assholes, stale bread, sour wine, old people. Everybody and everything just gets in the way of my good days and only confirms the devastation of my bad ones. If we could do without all these social life formalities and obligations, you know all our lives would be chill."
» Hm, what is your greatest fear?
"To get knocked of my perch, babe, that’s not a trip I’m ready to make yet."
» Yeah, that is scary. Do you have any dreams for the future?
"Just one thing, finding the asshole who killed my mother and putting one right between his eyes."
» Wow, I hope you succeed. Can you tell me a little bit about yourself?
"Thanks, champ, you seem pretty chill, its not everyday I get encouraged to kill someone. Guess I can tell you a bit about myself. Lived a normally good life when I was younger until the day everything I knew was shattered, basically been living in the street since then. I don’t take shit from nobody and I never will. Life has taught me that no one can be trusted, except my good mate Tommy. I take what I need from anybody who looks like they already got more then they need, ain’t really a hirable type of person, assuming if I ever wanted a job. Don’t like the idea of having something tying me down that isn’t actually significant."
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So far so good. Now for history.
» So tell me, where are you from? What did you think of it?
"I’m not really sure where I was from before, but when I got taken to the orphanage, I hated it. Ran away at the first chance I got and been about the city ever since."
» Do you have any other family? Parents? Siblings? Extended? What do you think about them?
"I know my asshole dad is out there somewhere. Probably found some happy whore wife to live his life with and produce some half-siblings who I’ll never know, not that I’d want them, or they me."
» What is your worst memory/memories?
"You just had to ask didn’t you? It was a bright summer day, mother and I were going to the market to buy some fruit. I was holding her hand most of the day, but after she handed me an orange, I needed both hands to hold it and peel the skin off. I remember with the first tear, some of the juice spraying into the light, glittering over it, making the orange that much brighter in that moment, the smell of its sweet, almost floral juices waiting to be bitten into. Then there was this loud shock, like something just tore through the air, I wasn’t scared at first, just really surprised. There was a moment of near silence, where all I could hear was the ringing of my ears. Then the first thing I noticed before people starting screaming was the smell of the orange being mixed with rust, I could taste both of them in my mouth. Then I started to get frightened and turned to my mother. Fuck. She was just standing there, holding her stomach, her hands, dress, everything it seemed, was covered in blood. I think I was crying, my vision was blurry, I just wanted to hold her again, but I felt myself being picked up and dragged away with the crowd of people."
» What is your best memory/memories?
"You might not think this is a great memory, but there’s nothing like meeting your best friend after he takes one of the few precious things you have left in life and burning it. Ever since then I’ve been dependent on him like a drug.
Another good one was the first time I was introduced to whiskey. I was walking around by myself, think I was fourteen at the time, and this guy, I’ve seen him before sleeping on the streets before, beckoned me over. We chatted idly for a few minutes, then I asked him what he was drinking from his paper-covered bottle. He gave me a sly smile and held the bottle out for me to try. I thought it would have been something normal like water, or some ale which I had snatched before and it didn’t seem too bad, so I decided to drink as much as I could in one mouthful. And well, I started coughing and my eyes were tearing up, and he started laughing and standing up, I thought the old bastard was poisoning me, so I slammed the bottle against his head and ran off. Never saw him again after that."
» Where are you now? What are you doing with your life?
"Same place I’ve been all mine life, lost in my mind and in this island. I do whatever I feel like doing, some days I sit in the park, staring at the sun watching the clouds soar by; run around the city, pissing off whoever looks like they’re bored; whatever the day holds, I plan nothing ahead of time. Though most of the time I do try to hang with Tommy, probably the only person out there who ain’t trying to get me to be something I’m not."
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