Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2011 15:51:08 GMT -6
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Name: Orion Mitchell Olivers
Age: nineteen
Sex: manly man
Orientation: let's just say, i have the amazing ability to be pleased with whatever i find in your jeans.
but where was i when i first heard
that sweet sound of humility?
it came to my ears
in the goddamn loveliest melody
[/right]in the goddamn loveliest melody
Personality: What does your character like/dislike? How do they treat others? How does their reason for commitment affect them?
LET US BEGIN;;
LIKES:
Baby, I’m not a hater. I love most of the things you can offer me, especially if it’s your body. I’m a lover, you wanna see for yourself? Beyond my physical love, I love more than just sex, in case you were worried about how deep my personality transgressed. It’s not easy being me; I have lots to think about, like my guitar for example. I love music more than I love one-night stands. You have to admit, guitars are the sexiest instruments ever. They’re so smooth and sleek, and baby, those curves <3 So it would only make sense that I’m adept with my fingers on instruments, seeing as I’m so good with bodies. Making music is almost more orgasmic than fucking, I’ve done both plenty of times to be your best example and go-to guy. I write, I play, I sing, I do it all. Nothing is more satisfying that the feeling of steel pressed hard onto wood by calloused fingertips. Nothing.
Art is pretty sexy, too. If you know how to do it right, that is. I can’t say I’m good at it or anything, I just love to look at it. And, painting on naked people is pretty amusing, too. I love scribbles, doodles, drawings, coal, chalk, pastels, markers, paint, sculptures, carvings, melted apparatuses of wire and wax; any of that is what snatches my attention. Sadly as it may be, the only thing I am artistically inclined toward besides music would most definitely be photography. I hide behind my camera lens like a Spartan behind a shield. I count on that camera lens that hangs around my neck, because it helps me remember the things I might otherwise forget. I love the view of a world without me in it. Oh, and I do portraits. Get naked. Now ;]
Call me a fag, I love poetry. My hands might think I’m an artist, but my heart knows I’m a poet. I don’t know much about sonnets and stanzas and iambic pentameter, but I know how to write to the best of my ability and vocabulary. It may not seem great, but I love every brief second of it. I’ll try to write everything down into a perfect sonnet, or one foolish line; any part of the process is more than I can describe as being my calling. It all comes down to that singular moment where words and rhythm combine in a type of melting that becomes a liquid heat all in itself; this fiery thing that cannot be controlled or tamed by anything.
I LIKE SEX. That’s right. I said it. I love bodies, I love hands, I love teeth, I love nails, I love tongues, I love fingers, I love stomachs, I love legs, I love feet, I love arms, I love shoulders, I love necks. I love everything. So navigate me through your body and let me memorize it all. I promise you won’t be displeased. Don’t believe me? Try me. I’m the type of guy to want a lover I won’t ever have to love. I’ll fuck you drunk, sober, anywhere, anytime. Just say the word, and I’ll be there. With my waffle maker. (oh Jordan xD)
I like lots of other things that don’t make me seem so sentimental and pussy-like. I like cameras, polaroids, flamingos, drawings, colouring books, dogs, lions, movies with Michael J. Fox in them, screw drivers, fire, drinking, smoking, drugs, sleeping with people who also enjoy drugs, drunk sex, shoes, flannel, gravel, lava lamps, waffles, more dogs, boys, girls, transvestites, concerts, moshing, surgical equipment, cutting, burning, sleeping, glass pipes, rum, crayons, unicorns, tits, dicks, climbing trees, buying ice cream from ice cream trucks, grass, innuendos, fucking virgins, creating, destroying, skating, and what the fuck else ever. Get to know me, it’ll be easier than listing all this fucking shit.
DISLIKES:
I don’t fucking know, goddamn. I hate bad music, I hate anything that deviates into the realm of overly bluegrass, or music with shitty lyrics. I don’t give a fuck about what you feel like when you wake up in the morning, say something worth listening to. Fucking cunt. I hate music that is auto-tuned. I hate shitty bands. I hate sell outs. I hate douches who don’t know how to pull their jeans up. I hate cats. I hate eating meat that isn’t dick. I hate people with bumper stickers on their cars that are supposed to make me see things their way. I hate intolerant assholes who don’t understand the difference between fact and opinion. I hate when people forget to clear the time off the microwave when they take their food out. I hate when people leave lights on after they exit a room. I hate ants. I hate bugs, actually. I hate pancakes. I hate prudence. I hate squirrels. I hate narrow minded faggots. I hate the feelings that linger when there’s a misunderstanding. I hate the facts that feel wrong. but no matter what I would do in an attempt to replace all these pills that I take trying to balance my brain… I hate it all. I hate more than I can begin to tell you. I hate so much it makes me sick. I hate myself. I hate myself for hating myself. People, they love and they hate; keep on your mother fuckin’ toes, our time to hate is coming up.
IN REPSONSE:
How do I treat others? What kind of question is that?Oh, I’m always nice and perfect and peachy to others and treat them like they want to be treated!It depends on who you are. I don’t try to be a douche, but if you don’t look like you’re worth my time, well, typically you’re not. And I’m the kind of guy who can’t afford to waste his time, if you know what I mean. If you’re a pretty girl, I’ll aim for your jeans. If not, then I’ll probably still talk to you. I can’t help myself, I’m a lover.
Appearance: Be sure to include your character's height, weight, eye color, hair color, what they wear, and any other distinguishing marks.
Piercings: Does your character have any holes in their body?
Tattoos: Any ink on their skin?
TO LOVE AND TO BE LOVED
LET’S JUST HOPE THAT IS ENOUGH
[/right]Committed For: Why is your character at the asylum?
Duration of Stay: how the fuck should I know?