Post by danny cole on Aug 23, 2007 20:47:02 GMT -5
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge,
And now you do what they told you,
now you're under control
And now you do what they told you,
now you're under control
the.playah!
_alias Bella
_age 14
_experience 3 years
_route
[/size] RPG circle_alias Bella
_age 14
_experience 3 years
_route
the.puppet!
full name_ Danny Cole
nickname/s_ Dan, Danny boy
sex_ Male
birthdate_ June 27
history_He was born difficult and remained that way. As a toddler he kicked and screamed whenever something wasn't going his way, although strangely he never cried. When he got a little bit older he ran around the house, snickering as he destroyed his mother's valuable china plates and figurines, feeling satisfaction that he was getting revenge for her obvious control over him. Even at that age he felt a sense of rebellion, and he had these thoughts that he should defy everybody and everyone that he could not shake. His parents were deathly worried - they sent him to doctors who prescribed him pointless pills that he ended up taking recreationally anyway; they directed him to therapists and insisted, for a while, that he was a psychopath. And throughout this Danny was becoming angrier at the lies they told, how they slapped labels on him and cast him away, even trying to doom him to a life in which he did not deserve. For all of their treatments, nothing changed except he became more violent and learned swear words that were thrown around by the adults so constantly now. He went to school jeering and mean, barely passing and not caring whatsoever. When his father asked him why he acted this way, Danny simply replied sneeringly "because the goverment's too closed minded and they would never allow someone as fucked up as me to work in their stupid little society." But behind all of the F's, a smart boy lurked, with, perhaps, a better view on the world then most people. But this did not please his parents and they grew bitter and angry with him.
His mom began to hit him, his father called him names, and they dumped him at this school and had another, sweet little daughter that Danny loathed. He hated this place with its little cliques and he vowed never to join in, but as he showed the same attitude in his old school it became clear that he was joining up in one, whether he wanted to or not. And so, for the first time, Danny Cole found himself with friends that were perhaps as messed up as he was. They opened him with open arms, but this is simply a figure of speech, for it was more like beating him down to the ground and then deciding that he was man enough to run with them. Although he enjoyed this little group, he was still restless because of all of his life he had been alone, isolated, doing his work alone. He didn't agree with some of the others' views and ideas, but as he was outnumbered and these guys had just as much rebellion in their blood as he, Danny couldn't really anything. So now he waits, lying low, looking for his chance to overtake or shake the group he had found friends in...
grade_ Junior
clique_ Rebels
records_ He understands most of it, just doesn't pay attention or do his homework.
likes&;dislikes_
+Punk music
+Pissing everyone off
+Horrible pick-up lines
+Hooting and Jeering at innocent passerby
+Throwing things at cars
+Defying teachers
+Getting off on other people's misery and anger
-Hell raising
-Order
-Cleanliness
-Casualties
-The goverment
-The other cliques
-Mundane people
-Peace
beliefs_ Nialist.
habits&quirks_ He has a slight twitch in his neck that occurs when he's irritable or angry.
gen.personality_ Irritable and angry, he has a different view on the world then most people. He believes that he actually sees society for what it is - a bunch of helpless sheep being herded around by the shitty goverment. Funnily enough, when he tries to show this to other people they glare at him and call him weird or stupid, and Danny doesn't understand this, making him even more angry. He's an outcast, he knows, and instead of fixing this he lives it up. Running in the streets screaming curses, sneering at the teachers, destroying public property. All of these things give him great pleasure for he really and truly believes this is the only way to show the goverment he will not become another pointless, fucking casualty. He will not fight for a country that wishes him nothing more than dead, locked up, or in a white padded room in a straitjacket.
He doesn't take his ADD pills, and accordingly he can never sit still, even in the early hours of the morning. But then again thats when most of his deeds are done, silently slinking throughout the town, causing terror, but making sure that he never gets caught, further infuriating those who absolutely know, but have no proof, that it is him preforming these acts. Pissing people off is his passion.
play.by_ Greg Corner [Kill Hannah]
height&weight_ 6'1 - 150 pounds.
distinguishing.features_ On the right side of his face sits a jagged scar extending from his cheek bone to chin. It is rather alarming on first sight.
gen.description_ He has light-colored hair that is slightly long, although it is always sticking up and messy, and his piercing green, unwelcoming eyes are always visible. Sometimes, it seems, they even glow in the dark. He doesn't really have the muscle to make up for his height, and so he is lanky with too big hands and too big feet, which are usually clad in old, worn out combat boots or falling-apart sneakers. He buys most of his clothes from second-hand thrift shops like the Salvation Army, and he likes to choose the most ripped ones he can find. He had started this to piss of his parents who were more than horrified, but it ended up that he actually liked dressing this way. He chooses pants that are close fitting and hug his legs, further showing off his unnatural skinniness. He usually has an old ratted black backpack over his shoulder and an old-fashioned CD player in his hand, earphones up and blaring music. Around his eyes there is a ring of faint black eyeliner, not very heavy but enough so that it was noticed and reacted to. His handsome face was usually marred by a smirk, the closest thing to a smile he had ever managed.
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