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| User: | tristanloves (90249) such a beautiful disgrace.
how could i have not seen it before? |
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| Name: | tristanloves | |||||||||
| Location: | United States | |||||||||
| E-mail: | blasphemousgraveyard@yahoo.com | |||||||||
| AOL IM: |  tristanloves (Add Buddy, Send Message) | |||||||||
| Bio: |  tristan was born in ithaca, new york on may 17, 1990. the sun shone through the windows of the delivery room, like some sort of blessed omen, and everyone present swore they could hear angels singing as he slipped from the comfort of the womb. it was too bad he couldn't have been so lucky. he lived in a run-down apartment with his addict mother, jane, and his father, lance, who'd simply stopped trying, until he was almost thirteen. he came home from his first day of sixth grade at pinewood elementary to find his father's shit packed and at the door, and his mother clinging to his arm, projecting worn-out, broken promises of change. the look he'd shared with his father the last time he laid eyes on him was one of sorrow and heartbreak, and it was one he'd never forget, nor ever be able to imitate. after his dad split, he and his mother retreated back to her sister's house, up state in Ticonderoga, where she, just as tristan surmised, fell into an abysmal coma of dope and heroin until it eventually killed her. he was fourteen, watching his mother get put into the ground, and he could honestly say he didn't mind. he was completely indifferent towards the entire ordeal, which sent him into two years of therapy, where he played the game until he was released. until he was marked, and while enduring therapy, he stayed with his aunt, who never really accepted him as one of her kids. he was never really home; he was out with this boyfriend, or that girlfriend, which made him even more unacceptable. or he'd commited himself to this hospital, or that hospital. above everything else, he didn't want to go 'home'. dancing at a seedy club with his at-the-time-boyfriend marcus, he met a young woman named sylvia, who swore to make all of his dreams come true, and to bring his father back. she pulled him to the back room, and he followed, although very skeptical; however, he was both curious, and even more desperate. sylvia did her worst, and immortality was what he was left with. full name: tristan ethan leander age: seventeen birthday: may 17, 1990 sexuality: bisexual, with a male preference. but girls are fun, too. Class Schedule: 1st hour - literature 2nd hour - spanish 3rd hour – drama 4th hour - sketching lunch 5th hour - equestrian studies 6th hour - vamprye sociology personality: definitely rough around the edges. he's a bit of an asshole. he comes off very strong, sometimes even rude, and he isn't afraid to say what he's thinking, without considering the fact that it could prove detrimental to someone else. the walls around him are nearly impenetrable, and he's very hard to read. however, once he opens up, and he attaches himself to someone, it's very hard for him to let go. he's loveable beneath the disguise of hatred toward the whole of humanity. /end traditional teen angst other than that, he's sort of a loner; however, he can also be more of a social butterfly, so he's got a little bit of both worlds. when he meets someone, it's only because he wants to, and if he doesn't, he'll make it more than a little known. as with most teenagers, it's hard for him to let people in, and if you betray any bit of trust he has in you, you won't be given a chance to redeem yourself. in some aspects, he's very masculine; and in others, extremely feminine. when it comes to anything sexual he's more the dominant, but he doesn't mind lying back and taking it once in a while either. he believes more in having sex to fall in love, rather than falling in love to have sex. he's a strong believer in love/lust/carnage at first sight, and he believes that it's possible for you to find that one person to spend the rest of your life with; he just hasn't find him/her yet. despite his tendency to be an asshole, and kind of a pig (perversely), he's a complete sweetheart to his significant other, because anyone worth his time and effort is worth being nice to. he's a little metalhead, but sometimes he'll listen to some old-school punk. there are even a few metalcore/hardcore bands he can tolerate (as blood runs black, as i lay dying, etc), but there are very few. he's a music lover, and also a theatre (performing arts) junkie. he plays drums and any kind of guitar, and spends a lot of his time writing music. speaking of writing, he's an avid writer, who keeps a journal, and often shares the favorite of his stories with his friends. he likes movies, also; thriller, horror, and comedy. he's not a big fan of the romantic-comedy or chick-flick film, but he'll watch one if he has to; if his boyfriend or girlfriend is into it, then he'll suffer through it. he's somewhat of an addict. because of his mother, he was introduced to drugs at a young age, and used them regularly while staying with his aunt. whether or not he still does them is up to someone else to find out, but he wouldn't willingly divulge that kind of information. he sees drugs and alcohol as a sort of intimacy, to be shared with only your closest friends, or used alone. he's also addicted to dancing, strangely enough, which isn't a bad addiction at all; it's mixing the two that isn't beneficial. physical: Tristan is relatively tall, standing at a hearty 5'11. He weighs about 135, however, which makes him considerably thin; not enough to make him appear sickly, but enough to, perhaps, make one worry about him. His hair is longer than most boy's hair, but it doesn't reach his shoulders, and it's a mix of deep brown with undertones of soft blonde. In the right side of his lip is a ring, although not visible in any of his pictures; perhaps because the pictures are old, and he doesn't necessarily like being in front of a camera. Black is basically the only color he'll wear, save for the occasional white wife-beater or t-shirt. He's almost never without a necklace which encircles his neck; a silver chain, and hung on it, a silver band. It's history is unknown to anyone but him, but if you ask, he'd more-than-likely share it with you. He can barely see without his glasses; before he was Marked, that is. Now they're perched atop his nose mostly for show. He's considerably pale, with enough color to prevent the appearance of a zombie, and he sustains dark eyes of sultry green. He hasn't got any visible tattoos, leastways not yet, but he does have one elsewhere; one, on the whole of his entire back, a complete depiction of Elipha's Levi's Baphomet. A creature shrouded in darkness, and imitated exceptionally in shades of black and gunmetal. It started at his waistline with the monster's hooves, and melted into the rest of the body, ending at the top of his shoulders with the great horns. He was only seventeen, sixteen when he got it; how he'd been granted permission was a child of secrecy.  Likes: As previously mentioned, he's in love with music, and his poison is metal, which accounts mostly for the aforementioned ink. Some of his favorite bands are Cannibal Corpse, Behemoth, Mayhem, and Dark Funeral; he's got more than enough band t-shirts to go around, and he's always wearing one. Most of the time it's head-banging drums and riffs that'll make your ears bleed, but once in a while he'll sneak back to punk, like the Misfits or Circle Jerks, perhaps even a little bit of Pennywise. He thoroughly enjoys writing and reading, which is not completely unnatural for teenagers, but a little unconventional. And he likes drugs; a little too much, actually. When he's not strung-out, he's usually coming down. And he smokes; a lot. He'll drink when he can, but he's not exactly partial to it, and it doesn't make him feel as good as the other habits do. He enjoys dancing and going to clubs, especially raves. And, of course, he enjoys going to concerts. When he was younger, he aspired to be in a band, but after being fucked over and pushed around enough times, he gave up, and the only personal connection he has with music now is listening on his own and strumming the occasional chord on his own guitar. | |||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||||||
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| Friend of: | 9: afteryouaretwo, aubreyshoe, audoneout, cincodeparker, darkdaughter, hayleynothuman, nothingnanettet, streetjesus, tristanloves | |||||||||
| Member of: | 6: hon_cryptic, hon_lyrics, hon_ooc, hon_random, hon_rp, hon_sls | |||||||||
| Account type: | Free Patient | |||||||||
