Post by Henry Spauldor on May 28, 2008 18:29:23 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Not that you care... but my name is Henry Spauldor.
Age: Again, not that you really care but I am 16 years of age.
Height: This hollow shell of a body stands five feet, eight inches in height.
Weight: After my heart was ripped out I was left weighing only 150 lbs
Blood Type: I bleed O+
Gender: I am a person trapped in the body of a male.
Sexuality: Gender isn't important as long as there is love.
Eye Color: I view the world behind blue eyes.
Hair: Currently I am trying to express myself with died red hair, though if you must know it is naturally brown.
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: My hobbies include writing poetry about the dark abyss that is my life, listening to music that speaks to me, drawing, and making fun of people that conform to society.
Talents: I don't really have talents unless you count drawing.
Favorite things: I enjoy rainy days, poetry about how dark the world is, scary movies, makeup, tight clothing, myspace, and the color black.
Mental Information
Personality: If I had to describe myself I suppose I would say I am dark and sensitive with low self esteem. I am a misunderstood soul, just because I enjoy walking in the rain and wearing dark clothing people feel the need to label me. I am not some kind of stereotype though, I am a sensitive man that isn't afraid of a good cry when watching something sad.
I suppose I am a bit intolerant to the mindless masses that seem to choke the world smothering anyone with any kind of free thoughts, but that is just because they don't take the time to understand us because we are diffrent. Sometimes the pain of living is so unbearable that I can only ease the pain with physical pain, but I am not emo. I am as unique as a snowflake and I resent that idea of labels.
I have trouble trusting people since it seems that anytime I open up to someone they turn around and rip out my still beating heart before crushing it before my eyes. That is why I don't like talking about myself and instead I just write it down in my diary who I know won't judge me or stab me in the back.
Mentality: Generally I am moody due to the fact that I have already come to the conclusion that life isn't really worth living. I have a hard time trusting people since people don't really care about each other, instead they only care about themselves. Even friendship is just a desire to better yourself by having people around you because you don't want to be alone, it isn't because you REALLY care about what they need or want.
Ideal: All I really want is to find someone that can accept me for who I am and who doesn't judge me. Someone that doesn't hate me for my flaws and who won't betray me.
Belief: Honestly I am not really sure what I believe in. I suppose if I had to pick a religion or belief I would have to go with Agnostic since it is impossible for beings like us to even imagine how the universe works or how we came to be, let alone imagine a being as pure and powerful as god.
Physical Information
Build: I have a slim build, it looks like I would be frail but because of years of abuse from the mindless masses I am surprisingly tough.
Head: My head is oval in shape with a chin that comes to a point, a glorious head of red hair covers my head and my soul is exposed by the dark makeup that I wear on my face. I do this because it symbolizes the wounds of my soul that you can't see.
Torso: I am pretty thin, some people think I have a eating disorder because I am so thin but really it is just a fast metabolism. I have a little bit of muscle but not much. Certainly not as much as most of the muscle heads at the school.
Arms: Once again a little bit of visible muscle but not really toned.
Legs: Do you even have to ask? If you do think about my arms and torso.
Feet: I wear size 8 shoes, though I don't know why you would even ask.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: I don't really like hats or anything like that... if I wear anything it would be headphones so I can shut out the outside world and listen to music.
Shirts: I like tight shirts most of the time in dark colors or reds. Under my shirts I tend to also wear fishnet undershirts that may or may not be long sleeved.
Pants: I like to wear tight pants as well normally black pants with lots of zippers or jeans, though from time to time I will steal my little sister's jeans because they make my ass a force to be reckoned with.
Shoes: Nothing to special here really. Just black boots.
Misc: I almost always have dark eyeliner and eye shadow on my face and I tend to pain my nails black. Also I have a red tatoo on my forehead of the symbol for love.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Crushing Soul
Years Practiced: 3
Description of style: I had to learn how to fight since the ignorant masses that don't understand me always seem to feel the need to cause me more pain. I didn't want to learn some style of fighting though that has a set rigid path that I would have to conform to. So I made a style that mixes punches, kicks, headbutts, and anything else I can do. I don't bother dodging since I don't mind pain that much. Instead I use the time they hit me to hit them back and hopefully take them down.
History Information
History: I don't think I had a really unusual life. I was never abandoned at birth and sadly both of my parents are still alive. The problem is I have a preppy younger sister and yuppy parents. They never really understood me, they couldn't see that they were just puppets of the granola fad. Because I was what they liked to call "special" we never really got close. Unlike my sister who was a total prep.
School for me was probably what you would call normal. Well normal in the sense that I didn't have crazy people trying to kill me. But I was an outcast, always apart from the majority of students. I tried to fit in of course. But I just got teased and beat up for my efforts. Kid's can be cruel I know but a guy can only take so much before he gives up on people all together right?
This was a trend that went all through school, upon reaching junior high I started to dress differently. I was already an outcast so I went and hung out with the other outcasts. We were the kids that would wear all black and make up. Smoking in the bathroom and just ignoring everyone else. And why not? Not like anyways wanted to hang out with us or even try to understand us. No you are all too content to label us as "emo" and "goth" it is only natural that we developed a fuck you attitude. Now I am in High School and I have sophisticated a bit. My wardrobe includes more then just black to include reds and other colors that fit my mood. Fishnet shirts I found are a great addition to any wardrobe, and of course I have learned how to fight back against bullies that decide to pick a fight with the "emo kid".
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of resident: Right now I live with my parents and little sister despite the fact that they don't get me. I can't wait until I can move out with someone that can appreciate me for who I am instead of looking down on me for what I am not.
Roommates: (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
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