Post by Daryl Bailey on Sept 9, 2008 19:49:35 GMT -5
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>> and let's add some random shit.
name;; Katie
age;; 17
experience;; approx. 6 or 7 years
time zone;; Eastern
password;; lick my wenis. lick ittttt
` drop that 808
name;; Christopher Daryl Bailey
nicknames;; Daryl. Call him Christopher and you die
age;; 15
date of birth;; February 18th
species;; Angel (Fallen)
year;; Freshman
sexual orientation;; Bisexual
occupation;; student
face claim;; Payton G
general appearance;; Daryl's choppy hair is a natural brown, and though he'd like it to be black, he's not big on permanently dying it. Oftentimes he will dye it with 24 hour hair spray, his favorite hair "color" being a deep blue. He has light hazel eyes, but he finds them too bland, so instead of glasses he wears colored contacts, making his eyes a bright, almost ethereal green. On special occassions he will change the eye color, such as orange on halloween and red on Valentine's Day. Though his clothes reflect the goth/emo look, he refuses to put on eyeliner, or any other sort of makeup.
Like his sister, Daryl has a fine-built frame. His 5'5" body is made even smaller by his 130 pounds of muscle. He finds his speedy metabolism a curse, wrought upon both him and his older sister Jay. To hide his small body, Daryl has taken to wearing loose clothes. Baggy jeans and slightly-oversized tee shirts are his most common wear, though he doesn't mind donning the occasional jacket or vest. He prefers to wear darker colors, but refuses to wear black or deep blue. They make him look far too pale, he reasons.
His wings, usually hidden, are tainted an ashen grey. He has been trying his best to keep them that way, and make them lighter if possible. But he has his weaknesses, and as his life goes on, his wings grow darker.
general personality;; Daryl is your average, simple kid. He's insecure, always looking for a compliment or support, whether from a stranger or his sister. Watching his parents fight when he was younger scarred him. When he hears people screaming at each other, he gets fidgity and a bit worried. He still clings to Jay for support, though not as much as he once did.
He tries to be as honest and kind as he can, but he has his temper. Though it usually has a long fuse, his emotional bomb can go off unexpectedly, and without warning. Being a fallen angel has its effect on him as well. As a child, he never lied, but now, he seems to enjoy it. Granted, he doesn't lie about everything, but he has his moments.
Despite all of his faults, he's usually a pretty calm teenager. He loves having fun, sometimes a little too much fun. He always seems to have a happy-go-lucky attitude, and tries to make even the roughest situations light again.
likes;;
--Boys
--Girls
--Music
--Partying
--Playing the Drums
--Totally Rocking Out
--Playing Video Games
--His Powers
--Programming
--Making Home Videos
dislikes;;
--People who hurt his sister
--his parents
--romance novels and movies
--generally evil people
--when people keep clicking their pens
--historical fiction books
--history
--extreme temperatures
--Star Wars
fears;;
--deep water
--being enclosed
--not being able to spread his wings
quirks;;
--being totally OCD
--he always has to be moving
--he puts locks on everything that he owns. If it can open, he has it locked.
secrets;; He blames himself for his parents fighting and his sister falling
magyck;; flight, phasing, illusion
family members;; father-James Bailey
mother-Terese Hollifield Bailey
sister-Samantha Bailey--21 years old
sister-Jordan Bailey--17 years old
history;; James and Terese Bailey met in the French Pyrenees Mountains one day, when they were both on a vacation. James was a businessman from London, and Terese from southern France. Terese, although born in southern France, had never been to the snowy mountains, and went skiing there with her friends. She wasn't the best skiier, and twisted her ankle on the slope, falling down, while her friends were all ahead, not worrying for her. This was how James found her, sitting forlornely in the snow, dried tear streaks on her cold, red face. Being the gentleman James was, he helped her down the slope and to the lift. They connected easily, chatting, and Terese admired the man that had saved her. Terese was an angel, but she couldn't very well fly from the mountain, when there were humans around. Much to her surprise, however, James also was an angel.
They soon got married, and had three children. Samantha, Jordan, and Christopher. Of course, the three children were born as angels, pure blooded ones, at that. They also got their own powers, in time. Daryl was 6 before he discovered his gifts. He and a friend of his had been playing hide-and-go-seek-tag, and having a good time of it at that. It was Daryl's turn to hide, and as he watched his friend race after him, he screamed lightheartedly and ran headlong into a wall. The majority of his body stopped on impact, but his hands and forearms phased through. His small head smacked against the brick, his palms unable to stop the blow. He felt the blood trickle slowly down his forehead, but didn't cry. He was too focused on his hands...or lack of thereof...to care much about a cut.
As the years moved on, the scar on his forehead faded away, but his powers only grew stronger. He watched on as his sister learned the ability of flight, and once his snow-white wings grew in, he too perfected the ability. By the time he turned 10 years of age, he had realized his power of illusion.
One day his eldest sister was called away to a boarding school for the gifted. He watched sadly as she went away, but not too sadly. He still had Jay, and that was all that mattered to him. But she, too, was swept away in a rush. She was not invited to attend Winterthorne, oh no. She was swept away by another force altogether. Though at first he didn't quite understand why, he quickly realized why she was so different after the parties she went to. And though it pained him to see her in such a state, he knew why she left every night.
His parents fought.
They didn't just scream at each other for a few minutes and then were done with it. They would yell, and point fingers, and tear each other apart with words for what seemed like hours on end. And when his sister came home, tipsy and different, they would only yell more.
Time went by, and he grew desperate. Daryl took to hiding under his bed or at his boyfriends house while his sister was away, afraid of his parents. He began to cast illusions into their minds, hoping to make them happy and calm. And for awhile, it worked. But he could only keep up the visions for so long, and when they were over, his parents fought all the worse. And that was all his sister would see. The just-released couple bickering endlessly, and all because of what he had done to try and fix it. And as the fighting and illusions continued, his wings grew darker.
And one night, he lost Jay. She came home, completely hammered, her wings a deep ebony. Daryl saw the tell tale signs of an explosion from his father and quickly took shelter once more under his bed. He never saw what happened, but he heard enough screams to get a good idea. When he finally crawled out from under his bed, his sister was hurt, and his parents were fuming.
No longer did Jay come home drunk, but that didn't mean their parents stopped fighting. It wasn't long before his sister got the same letter Samatha had. She took off eagerly, leaving him to fend for himself. When he got the same letter a month later, he couldn't have been more grateful.
With wings ashen from guilt and evil pleasures, he flew from the nest and into his new home. Winterthorne Academy.
post sample;;(I've already made two...do I need another one?)
` the walls begin to shake!
>> and let's add some random shit.
favorite cereal;; Lucky Charms
If your member was confronted by a member of the living dead, what would they do? If his Illusion abilities worked on them, he would make them dance. If not, he'd fly off, none the worse for wear.
Deal or no deal? No Deal. He's in this for the fun. Might as well keep it going.
