Post by Aubrey Rein Dechanté on Apr 17, 2011 13:26:49 GMT -5
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"It’s been so long,
Feels like pins and needles in my heart."
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THE BASICS
[/size]NAME: Aubrey Rein Dechanté.
NICKNAME(S): None.
AGE: Sixteen.
GENDER: Male.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Gay.
NATIONALITY: Canadian.
SPECIES: NEKO.
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THE OUTSIDE
[/size]APPEARANCE: Aubrey is a small statured little boy. His hair is a dark brown and falls in a delicate arc on the side of his face, and it is not uncommon for him to have multiple shades of dye within it. He stands at a small five feet four inches and weighs a minor one hundred and five pounds. He has a few piercings about his body. These include belly button ring, both ears pierced and his right cat ear pierced as well. He tends to wear big, baggy clothing and doesn’t like things that are too restricting. He wears skinny jeans when necessary, usually when going into public, but also prefers big pajama pants as well. He dresses accordingly to where he is and what is going on, and he hardly ever seen dressed up in a suit or anything of the sort. He likes to keep it simple yet dazzling at the same time, and does a superb job of balancing it out.
ABILITIES: Aubrey has complete domain over the control of Gravity. He can increase it, decrease it, or even just take it away if desired; though the strength of his powers depends on the emotions he is feeling at the time.
MUTATION: Shadow.
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THE INSIDE
[/size]LIKES:
★ Baggy, large clothing
★ Reading
★ Dark areas
★ Piercings
★ Boys
DISLIKES:
★ NEKO mills
★ Being alone
★ Danger
★ Scientists
★ Bratty people
STRENGTHS:
★ Strong willed
★ Independent
★ Self-sufficient
★ Agile
★ Resourceful
WEAKNESSES:
★ Easily hurt (Physical and Emotional)
★ Sensitive to other people’s feelings
★ Very self-conscience
★ Scared easily
★ Falls for someone easily
QUIRKS:
★ Chews on his cuticles
★ Chews his sweatshirt sleeve
★ Wraps his tail around his legs
PERSONALITY: Aubrey is a small, sensitive little boy at heart. He is easily offended by people’s words and more so by their actions. He bruises easily, but not just on his body. Aubrey tends to bruise his heart a lot, usually by falling for the “dream guy” and then being let down by his expectations. He is small in stature and weak, and he detests sports. He has a thin body frame that is usually covered in bruises and lacerations due to accidents, and on purpose (not self-inflicted). Aubrey is usually targeted by most kids and bullied by them, seeing as how he does not stand up for himself and will usually just sit there and take the onslaught of verbal and physical abuse.
Aubrey tends to have little to no friends at all. Most people view him as a pointless being, or one that should not even exist in the first place. The few that recognize him as a human being, along with his talents as a person are usually the rare types of people that stand up for him. Aubrey can become clingy too, due to his past, and once he has a friend or protector he will latch on to them, seeing as though they are his only line of support and defense. He is very caring and will stick up for his friends, but not for himself. Aubrey takes insults not only about himself, but about his friends to heart as well. He is easily wounded by words more than actions, seeing as he has gotten used to the abuse throughout his life.
Aubrey has severe insomnia as well, tending to get four to five hours of sleep a week. His insomnia is mostly due to the bullying he receives, as well as deep emotional rifts he has acquired over the years. When sleeping for too long, he tends to be awoken by horrible nightmares that will plague and torment his mind for days on end. Many people view Aubrey as psychotic, or crazy, but in reality he is not. He is simply a damaged little boy with minimal to no self-esteem, whose life has been running rampant ever since birth, seeming as though he will never be able to get a handle on it again.)
HISTORY: Aubrey was born to his parents on February 24th, 1994 in Ontario, Canada. His parents were overjoyed at first due to his mothers’ pregnancy…but soon, things would go terrible wrong for the family. There was a …problem, with Aubrey, in his mothers’ eyes. At first, the sex of the baby was determined to be a girl…but when Aubrey came out, he obviously was not. His mother did not take this well. She threw a tantrum in the hospital that day after he was born and refused to take him home; she just simply wouldn’t do it. It took hours and hours of talking and convincing from Aubreys’ father to finally get the woman to agree to take him home, on one condition; she would not pay for anything he needed. And so now it was up to Aubreys’ father to do it all. He sold all his things that were for a girl and bought him all the toys and clothing necessary for a boy. Aubrey’s mother was still not paying attention to him. She was bitter and cold, she didn’t want anything to do with the tiny infant.
Time passed and things changed, but one thing that did not was the hatred harbored within the heart of Aubrey’s mom. She constantly scolded him as an infant. It was doing this wrong or that wrong. It was never being good enough or not being smart enough. She always used to accuse his father of being too easy on the small child, but what could he do? Ground the boy for not learning to walk fast enough? Yeah, like that would happen. Eventually her complaining and scolding settled down as the boy began to get older and things began to return to normal.
The boy did in fact start to get older, and things started turning weird. There had been reports of missing children, dead parents and missing relatives all over the news. She began to fear for not Aubrey, but for herself. She tried desperately to shove her hatred for the boy deep down inside of her, but alas she could never abolish it. To her, Aubrey had taken her little girl. Aubrey had destroyed her baby and replaced it with this monstrosity that he was. She began to talk and talk with as many people as she could, until finally one day everyone figured it out. The government was doing funky testing on children, and this was the reason people were disappearing and dying all over. She heard the Government was testing people, kids, turning them into half cat half human types of beings. Eventually she knew that they would come for Aubrey, or even worse; for her. She began to panic and freak out, and it was now when she started plotting. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to days. Days to weeks. Weeks to months. She plotted the death of her son for four months before taking action against Aubrey.
It was on his fourteenth birthday when she tried. She had gotten and purchased a gun from an arms dealer she found in the city, and she planned on using it on Aubrey’s birthday. He didn’t have friends, and she knew that he wouldn’t be celebrating anything on his day. She got the gun that was hidden beneath her bed and took it with her around the house in search of the boy; she was going to end this now. She looked and looked for the boy, until finally she found him. The fourteen year old Aubrey was sitting outside beneath a tree, simply playing and toying with the flowers and grass beneath him. His mother’s eyes narrowed as she stepped outside, walking up within ten feet of the male. She waited for him to look up, and the same time his eyes met hers; the gun was raised. She smiled at him, fear and panic evident in his eyes, joy and relief in hers. Very quietly, she mouthed to the boy; “Good night, Aubrey,” and then there was fire.
There was blood. Pools of blood staining the grass beneath her body. Aubrey’s mother hadn’t had the chance to shoot the gun, instead, someone else did. There were two men aside a limo in front of their house, both holding up hand guns and followed the mother’s dead body until she hit the ground, riddled with bullets. Aubrey was simply frozen. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. But somehow, he was able to. He looked up to the men who were walking slowly to him, before one of them got close and bent down in front of him. His lips were moving, but Aubrey didn’t hear a thing; there was a simple ringing in his ears that refused to quiet. When the man held out his hand, Aubrey took it with haste and got up with him, walking towards the limo.
Aubrey’s life seemed to be crumbling to pieces in front of his own emerald eyes, and now, now there was no going back. There was no fixing this mistake.
Two years passed, and finally Aubrey had figured out all the ins and outs of the mills. Using his abilities, and through the use of manipulating other people as well; he somehow managed to escape. But this was where his real nightmare began. Once he got onto the streets, he began to run and escape to wherever he could, until something; someone found him. It was late Saturday night, when Aubrey was eating dinner…he heard some chains rattling. Startled, the boy flung around to find none other than his father and multiple amounts of friends behind him. There was yelling. Screaming. Fighting.
Then there was more blood. Aubrey had single handedly killed his father and about 5 of his friends, but he wouldn’t admit it. He bolted from the scene, ran away and kept running, tears blurring his eyes as he did. There was never any turning back. There were never any options of returning.
There was just running.
And so, to this day, Aubrey runs.
With no intentions of stopping.
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THE PLAYER
[/size]NAME/ALIAS: Akio.
AGE: Sixteen.
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN RPING? Three and a half years.
HOW DID YOU FIND US? I helped make the site.
RP SAMPLE:[/td][/tr] Uhm, I helped make it, therefore I don’t need one(:
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