Post by Damien Ardell on Mar 5, 2011 23:42:38 GMT -5
And yes my name is,
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My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge, that'll stab you in the head whether you're a fag or lez. Hate Hags? The answer's yes. Homophobic? Naw, I'm heterophobic.[/size][/color][/center]
I just have to know, who are you?
Franky D., Damien to a select few.
So how many years have you walked this earth?
twenty-seven
Whats the exact date you began to breath?
Fourth of April
Curiosity isn't a burden, whats your sexuality?
closet gay
Hm... what gender are you?
male
So who are your friends and occupation?
Unemployed
You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?
Chris Brown
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This is who I am,
[/size][/font][/center]What do you like, love, or desire exactly?
guns, drugs, liquor, sex, Crips
And you seem to hate a lot, what do you despise?
Bloods, chicks, the color red, cats, nosy ass bitches
We all feel like a surge of energy lies within us.
Manipulation, target aquisition, physical strength, pain tolerance
Your weaknesses? Everyone has a Kryptonite.
his secret, hot guys, sex, his loved ones
How do you how you see you self?
I'm badass. No other way to put it. I work out. I have muscled arms, legs, chest, stomach, ass. You name it, it has muscle. Even my cock has its own muscles. That's right, I said it, bitch. I live to fight, I live to intimidate, I live to fuck shit up. I'm 6'1" and 220 pounds of pure kick-assness. Hell yes. My hair is black, cropped short, my eyes are brown, and quite alluring if I do say so myself.
When I look in the mirror, I thank myself for being so damn sexy. What, did you think I'd thank God? Ha! Yeah. Like he had anything to do with how sexy I am. I'm sexy cause I work damn hard at it. All the chicks want me. All the guys are scared of me. That's cool to. I got a few tattoos, some ninja's on my right bicep, demon on my left bicep, a hand holding the letter C above aforementioned demon, and a skull on the right most side of my right hand with a halo on it. Ears are gauged, one other piercing, but I shan't mention it.
Attitudes can kill too, what is your personality?
Bein' part of the Crips is an attitude, a lifestyle, not just wearing the right clothes or some shit. I'm badass. I don't just think it, I know it. Not like some pansy-ass wannabe biker dressed all up in leather and thinks he's a badass. Like to see how many pathetic bastards they have killed. No. They do destruction of property, theft, petty shit like that. I'm talking about the real power. Murder, rape, mayhem. I thrive on it. The urban jungle, bitch, get used to it or get out, survival of the fitest. You ain't fit... you ain't gonna live long.
Yeah, I killed people before. I ain't gonna tell you no damn sob story 'bout how I give a shit. 'Cause I don't. I ain't gonna tell you the vivid details of every kill like I enjoyed it. 'cause I didn't. I do whats gotta be done, and sometimes, that involves someone gettin' themselves dead. Hey. Its life, somewhere in the world someone is getting themselves dead anyway. I look at it as I just saved this poor bitch a lifetime of suffering and pain and shit. But eh.
I got initiative. I do what needs to be done when its gotta be done without questioning why. I think that's why people know not to fuck with Franky D. That's what my Brothers know me by. Its what anyone who has a need to know of me knows me by. Only a select few know me as Damien. For those who do... I'm not Franky D., the murderer, the villain. I'm Damien, and I have a heart. Two separate sides of me... I gotta separate, or I'll go insane.
How do you usually dress?
I dress for comfort. I don't wear red, for obvious reasons, but I do wear blue. A lot of it. I like blue. Goes well with my skin tone. Makes me wish I had blue eyes. I like the loose clothes usually, room to move around, I don't like to feel constricted in any way. Especially my jewels man. Gotta have a bit of breathing room for the boys, you know what I'm sayin'? Don't know how dudes can restrict themselves all up so that it look like they ain't got nothing. Just unnatural.
I like sneakers, not boots. Baggy shirts are a given, easier to hide a piece. Boxers, not briefs, for the same reason that I wear baggy pants. 'course, I do use a belt, I don't need everyone in the world and their mamma seein' my goods.I like hoodies, and I like hats, gotta keep my head safe from sunburn after all don't I?
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My past is nothing special,
[/size][/font][/center]And your parents are?
Verity Marie Ardell - fifty-three - unemployed - unknown
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Did you have someone to argue with when you were younger?
Unknown
Any wild animals running around your house?
Do the rats in the cellar count?
So I wanna know about your past, present, and maybe even future?
I was born on the streets. Literally. My mother was a homeless whore who fucked people for liquor, cigarettes, and food. She got kicked out when she was 14 for fucking some random dick that happened to be about 10 years older then her. 'course, when she no longer had the family money, dick no longer wanted her, so she was left on the streets to fend for her little lonesome. Yeah. Whatev. She could have gone to child services, put in foster care or any other type of shit, but she didn't. Boo hoo for her, she ruined what life she might have had. Sucks for her.
She got pregnant by one of the nameless dicks that paid her in food, she was nineteen I think. Eh. Of course, it was all my fault that she couldn't work to feed herself for the end of her pregnancy, I shudder to think how many dicks ejaculated over my fetal face and ass. Maybe that's what made me like dick. Huh. Never thought of that before. Well, at least I found my root. Course that wasn't the point of this excercise was it?Anyway. Yeah. Born in an alley, how's that for sanitary.
I was born in one, I'll probably die in one, but its also where I met my family. Didn't go to school. I had to work. From the time I could walk, I was out begging shit. Or stealing shit. Had to feed Momma after all. I was 12 when I met Big Mike. Yeah, you heard me, Big Mike. He'd been watching me, he said. For a couple of years. He thought I would be just right for the family. I was 13 when I was officially sworn in and became a member of the Crips. Hell yes. I belonged someplace now. The little woman whom I had been supporting disappeared, I never asked how or when. She's probably dead.
I became well known in the family for my ability to get things done. I didn't hesitate, I didn't think, I acted. It was why I became a set leader myself, and was in charge of my own area. People started doing what I told them to do, and I only answered to Big Mike, who was like a father to me. Even now, with the Bloods starting to act up again, I remain loyal to my family. They're all I got now. And those filthy Bloods ain't gonna take it from me. I earned my way to the top. I was gonna die up there... in a back alley. [/size]
Who are you exactly,
[/size][/font][/center]And so who are you really?
Franky D.
So your how old again?
twenty-eight
You've been roleplaying for how long?
bunches
How many other characters do you have?
perhaps
Hm... anything else I should know?
