BEARE, kelsey denzil

[KELSEY DENZIL BEARE]

KELSEY DENZIL BEARE

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on a stormy sea of moving emotion
tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean[/center]

BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES

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EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED

FULL NAME: Kelsey Denzil Beare.
NICKNAMES: Kels.
SEX: Male.
AGE: Nineteen.
GRADE: Senior, permission from Tany.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight.
ETHNICITY: Caucasian.

THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT[/color]
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION

FACE CLAIM: Jensen Ackles.
HAIR: Brunette, shortly cropped.
EYES: A hazel color, dipping more towards green.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: six foot one, one hundred eighty five pounds.
BODY TYPE: average.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Nothing really, he has pretty average features that seem to mesh well together.

TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE[/color]
BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME

LIKES:

• night.
  
• his car.
  
• happily ever after.
  
• decent horror movies.
  
• blonds.
  
• a large portion of the female populous.
  
• really good food.
  
• running.
  
• a good prank.
  
• being a sarcastic idiot.
  

DISLIKES:

• himself.
  
• the cops.
  
• school in general.
  
• people who feel they can control his life.
  
• being alone.
  
• feeling helpless.
  
• hangovers.
  
• his car getting fucked up.
  
• not knowing the solution to a problem.
  
• cats.
  

STRENGTHS:

• loyal.
  
• once he sets his mind to something it's hard to derail him.
  
• caring to those he loves.
  
• protective.
  
• honest.
  

WEAKNESSES:

• stubborn.
  
• hot headed.
  
• bottles up his emotions.
  
• denies things he doesn't want to be true.
  
• can hold a strong vendetta.
  

HABITS/QUIRKS:

• is constantly hungry.
  
• is slightly bowlegged.
  
• interrupting people with horrible jokes.
  

LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE[/color]
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS

PARENTS:

• Gregory Shaun Beare, office worker, fifty nine, alive.
  
• Alyssa Jade Beare, deceased at age forty five.
  

SIBLINGS:

• Ruby Belle Beare, in fourth grade, nine, alive.
  

OTHER FAMILY:
insignificant.

WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE[/color]
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU

MEMBER TITLE: DISASTER IN DISGUISE.
STEREOTYPE loner.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Ezra had been, up until this moment, sitting in his room rifling through the back of his closet for his stash of illegal heroin. Of course, all heroin was illegal, but at this point he wasn't exactly thinking straight. Hands did not come into contact with any of the fine powder and a cold sweat washed out his already pale face. Copper colored strands stuck to his forehead, and he impatiently brushed them away, only to have them fall right back into place, tickling at his eyelashes. He was practically gasping, really needing a fix. Of course, they had found his stash a couple weeks earlier, so he had to relocate his hiding spot and buy more, but had he really ran out of the small supply so quickly? Apparently the answer was yes. The only items at his fingertips were a bottle of vodka, some form of a very long looking nail and his pack of Marlbros and his lighter.

Cursing angrily into the patient depths of the air surrounding him, hands formed a cage around the cardboard box as he withdrew a small cigarette, lighting it up and inhaling it deeply. Definitely not as good as his heroin, though it stopped the sheer panic that had enveloped him before. He needed to find a distraction, as he only had three cigarettes left, that could only bide his time for so long. Where the fuck was Pandora when you needed her? He cursed her too, and her no good morals. Like he should talk. Stuffing his lighter and the crushed box of Marlbros into the pocket of his dark wash jeans, he ran fingers through smooth hair, his skin now cooling from the previous withdrawal driven panic attack. Releasing the smoke that had gathered murkily within his lungs he felt himself calm, just a bit, and let his feet guide him from his room, ducking under the watch table of the two attendants engrossed in some new reality show. He had been confined to his room, again, for breaking the arm of an attendant who decided to get pushy with him. Well, to Ezra's benefit, the man should have known he was here because of his violence.

Smoke wafted from between the boys fingers, still though, he felt the ever present yearning of the fixation he held for his drug of choice, heroin. You know, the one everybody always tells you not to take. So, naturally, Ezra did. Take it, I mean. He had since then never felt completely at peace unless a needle was buried under the pulse of one of his veins, pumping a foreign substance into the depth, one that toyed with his mind and broke down his body. Though Ezra didn't mind risking it, to feel the ultimate high and feel like he was finally something - somebody that wasn't always talked down at or purposefully ignored. Because really - maybe he will die one day, from an overdose or his body not reacting right to the drug, but it was better than rotting out his days in this fucking place, after all his dad probably had the funding to keep him in places like this until he was dead. He would leave it in his goddamn will or something, no doubt.

A hand balanced against the boys stomach, fingertips brushed against his shirt fabric, the bones of his ribs brushing lightly against sensitive nerve ending. No, he wasn't anorexic - but hey, another plus, when your on heroin no need to worry about your weight! Not like he had to in the first place anyway, though. But still, he wasn't like Juliette, all knobby kneed and high cheekbones. No, he looks normal, like he had just gone through a growth spurt and needed to fill out more. As the thought collided with his mind, he wondered faintly where Juliette was, after all, he hadn't seen the girl in a while. And though he made a good point to usually avoid her unless there was some serious alcohol to be involved, Ezra did need a distraction, and hey, that girl could entertain him with tantrums for hours - mainly because it reminded him of his little sister.

Cicely...god he missed her. She was the sole reason why he resented his father so much, he hardly got to see the small girl, and she'd someday realize her brother was in the nuthouse. How horrible would that be. Ezra's knuckles turned wight at the force he was clutching them to his sides with. Moving cigarette to pale lips once more, he took an addition drag, letting the tension he had built up inside of himself travel out. Moving around the institute, Ezra poked inside various rooms, wondering vaguely if she was in her dorm - a place he was most definitely not allowed to go. According to the nurses anyway. It's not like he hasn't snuck into a couple girls' rooms in his time. As head swiveled around the door frame of the library, a slow smile twisted over trembling lips, he half snorted as he saw the feather of a girl heaving up pages, her bony elbow jutting up at a plainly awkward angle. Walking towards the blond girl, he peered over her shoulder, announcing his presence by rudely stating, "Cool the walking dead, I thought you guys only came out during the full moon and shit." Well, he was no Casanova, that's for sure. Dropping the cigarette to the wooden floor he scuffed at it with his shoe.Feet moved around the sofa she had been curled up in, eyes wandered to the small leather shoes that sat at the end of the claw foot couch, his own sneakered foot tapping against them playfully as he shoved them under the couch, a light mischievousness subtly hiding beneath dull blue eyes.

His eyelashes batted innocuously before throwing himself beside her on the couch, trying not to jostle the girl to much. Hey - he might not be the smoothest of talkers but he knew how to behave around girls. Mostly. Lips parted smoothly at he half grinned, hands moving to either side of the girls face as if trapping her inside a cage. "I'm bored, you should entertain me." He told her seductively, more so to make her uncomfortable than he actually wanted to. Or, that's what his mind what saying, rather than his hormones, which were hinting at rather the opposite. Dark eyelashes fanned over pale skin, etching shadows onto the unmarred surface, lips parting as his lips tweaked upward, as if fighting back a smile. Eyes seemed to radiate the playfulness he was fighting to portray, though he was never that good of an actor, and couldn't really mask it. Breaking what little of a mood had been set by him earlier, Ezra, in a fir of sheer randomness commented out, "You smell pretty." Cocking his head to the side, almost suspiciously innocently for the likings of him.

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CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES[/color]
AND MY PROMISES ARE SAND

YOUR NAME: Kelly.
HOW'D YOU FIND US: Ad.
ANYTHING ELSE? Nu?