Post by morgan seven livingston-burton on Feb 22, 2010 13:15:53 GMT -8
`you rule the world, you give the word.
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And if MORGAN should fall behind...[/b]
"tear away these faces we hide behind"
` you've got to learn to act like god.[/b][/size][/center]
, age twenty-one
, rp experience seven years
, how you found us caution
, contacts pm me.[/size][/ul]
`just let their suffering slip your mind.
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames the kid's against nicknames - for himself. so it's morgan for everyone who doesn't want a fist in the face - except from his brother.
, age seventeen
, date of birth march eighteenth
, species were-cat
, canon - - -
, face claim andy sixx [/size][/ul]
`in which we nod in agreement.
[/b][/size][/center], weight one hundred thirty nine pounds
, tattoos&piercings snakebite - two piercings in his lower lip - no tattoo's so far.
, distinguishing features pale skin, dark hair, radiant blue eyes, insane height.
, physical flaws a few scars he has collected over the years, and the fact that he's a were-cat and turns into one once a month
, personal style scene-ish - very dark and intimidating, so maybe closer to gothic than scene.
, general descriptionmorgan is probably not what you would call average - he doesn't like calling himself special, in any way, and so 'average' would be a term he would use about himself very often, when he, in fact, really is anything but. he's tall as fucking hell, standing at six foot two and a half inches, and quite nicely built, weighing one hundred thirty nine pounds. he's quite handsome. and beautiful - having quite gentle facial features. he has an oval shaped head, actually quite feminine if you have to be honest. everything about him is pretty gentle and round - except from his eyes, which are quite piercing. hypnotizing, they are perhaps the best traits about him. apart from a killer smile he sometimes reveals; much like his brothers. unlike his brother, morgan is not too fond of tattoo's and piercings - all he own are two piercings, one in each lip, while his brother has multiple piercings and tattoo's scattered over his body. but besides that, they share the same love for eyeliner and make-up - just as his brothers, morgan's eyes are usually framed with a thick layer of eyeliner. we should not forget that he's lucky not to have too many facial hairs - he hates that. and there are two of him!
in order to keep himself from looking too feminine, he sparks up his appearance with black clothing and goreish props - such as black painting on his hands.. or even blood sometimes. it's pretty creepy, and sticky and even gross, but it helps. and makes him look all bad-ass, though he really isn't - except from the whole killing thing, which really is sort of bad.[/size][/ul]
`help me escape from lonely choirs
[/b][/size][/center], dislikes being screwed over, veggies, fakers, haters, the police, snobs, sluts, dogs, know-it-alls, goody-two-shoes, mom, dad, screams, loud noises,
, strengths stubborn, intellectual, secretive.
, weaknesses jealous, not a very big talker, reserved.
, goals nothing really - make sure his brother is happy? find his mother and kill her - she's a bitch for leaving him and his brother with their psycho dad.
, fears his brother going totally nuts, being caught, dying,
, secrets has a rather warped relationship to his twin brother.
, personality
the young boy is known as the quit twin, though quiet would really not be the best term to use for the boy. he may be quieter, and nicer, than his twin brother, but he's still a killer. he's sick. twisted. and he likes it, enough to not let that part of him go, at least. and though he dislikes loud noises, or that he's not much a talker, he's not a momma's boy. how could you be when you're murdering people? sometimes he just prefers to not talk to much, or keep distance from people. he doesn't waste words. though he does curse a lot. he's a stubborn little kid though, and when he believes in something, or has something to stand up for, he's not damn afraid to say whatever he has to sat. which is why it's not exactly right to say he's quiet, when it comes to it he can be quiet assertive. another things is him being jealous as fucking hell - and it's not even funny. he can get pretty crazy, another reason why quiet is a term that should be used loosely with morgan.
despite this, you could say that he's quite a nice guy. all he really wants in life is for his brother to be.. somewhat happy as happy as he can make him - pretty impossible to make him happy, but morgan can sometimes squeeze out a positive reaction in the boy. that's really all that matters to him, to have his brother close, and isn't that just precious? yeah, maybe just a little too precious. the boy is quite lovely, if you manage to break through his layers.. and if he likes you, of course. [/size][/ul]
`cause this is about life.
[/b][/size][/center], father deceased
, mother unknown
, sibling(s) oliver elias livingston-burton; twin brother.
, pet(s) well, the two twins keep a cat named howl.
, other family no one - the two are alone
, history morgan and his brother, oliver, were the result of a drunken night and the bed activities of two friends. to put it nicely, they were a complete mistake and should have probably never been born. maybe that had been best as well, seeing as what they had grown up to become. of course, neither of their parents could know that and their father, the saint at the time, didn't want to get rid of the child and deny its chance for living. so what the twins father had suggested; refusing to let her have an abortion, like she wanted, he suggested that she should have the baby(or babies, as it would be discovered later) and then hand them into his custody. not wanting to have anything to do with the unwanted child(ren), the mother agreed and the pregnancy was kept and progressed slowly.
the two twins were born on march eighteenth, and were immediately handed over to be raised by their father - their mother not even bothering to see their father before, just leaving them on his doorstep and taking off without further notice. her family were missing as well after that - a mystery that has yet so be solved. but truly, the twins mother and her family was of no importance to their lives. a motherly figure was not needed in the household, seeing as their father managed to take care of the twins quite nicely. at least the first many years. they weren't exactly the happy-go-lucky kind of family, and they had their disagreements every now and then, but they got along pretty well.. considering they were three boys under one roof.
while morgan was a rather laid back kid, oliver seemed to be struggling with a lot - being diagnosed OCD and put in a special education class, and after that suddenly developing some sort of schizophrenia. yeah, he was most definitely the kid with the most stuff on his head. morgan didn't envy him much, nor did he really care much the first couple of years. within the years however, the two grew closer and morgan is now ridden with guilt for not caring when he was younger. but then again, what could a little kid really do about all the stuff ollie had been going through?
their father started drinking, and the more he drank the worse things got. he became abusive of the two twins, which then lead to them bonding. ollie, in an attempt to protect his brother, would get most of the shit their father loaded them with when he was drunk. morgan suffered from nightmares, due to the abusive ways his father used to handle ollie with. the two twins did their best to stick together as best as they could, however - they were all they had.
on the night of their thirteenth birthday, the two twin brothers were locked outside their house by their father. as much as they would scream and wail and whatever, their father would not let them in and they ended up falling asleep on the porch - and woke up the next morning on a field, covered in blood and feathers, completely naked. surrounded by cats, hundreds of them.
this went over and over again for three whole years, every month, and they were soon very tired of not having any answers for the weird things that were happening to them. so they went on search for answers, ollie really getting into it. while he studied, morgan would sleep on his lap and wait patiently for answers from his brother. one night he was shaken awake by his brother, and told that they were were-cats.. human beings who turned into cats every full moon. morgan was freaked, but ollie was right there to comfort him when it got really bad. reassuring him everything would be alright, morgan confided in his brother and they grew even closer.
it was the full moon after that, that things went just slightly different. maybe even out of hand. they went for the bigger kill this time, instead of settling on pigeons; human flesh. though morgan would never have been very fond of the idea of killing people, their flesh tasted all the more better than pigeons. and so, when ollie suggested they'd start hunting humans instead, morgan did not object.
kid after kid would go missing, and the killing soon became a hobby for the two young boys. finishing off their father as their last victim, they moved to america - leaving their childhood behind.[/size][/ul].[/color]
` which only hollow voices sing.
[/b][/size][/center], member title misguided ghost
, rules word -admin edit-
, rp sample .
Gage had made her morning, even if he had also been the one to terminate her slumber. Hearing his voice, and feeling him so close, this early in the morning was fantastic. Her heart was thrown forward, literally galloping as she listened to the delicious sound of Gage's voice crawl in through her ear - hearing him call her beautiful- and be collected by her mind. This was the main reason why Paisley was loving this tour more then ever - she was given the chance of going to sleep and waking up with Gage every day, and spent the majority of her time with him..And if she wasn't with him then she was sorting through pictures, or taking some, which was just as rewarding. She was doing stuff she loved to do and spending time with her favorite person in the world. Honestly, if that wasn't the ideal way of living then she didn't know what was. It just came to show you how much she was in love with Gage
She would've genuinely been happy to have stayed in bed with Gage, and just cuddle for the rest of the day. Honestly, she could totally do that - wouldn't bother her in the least, on the contrary in fact. The only problem was - and that was really all Paisley's fault - that she just didn't have the.. Self control to stay in bed and not move for a whole day; Boo was a ball of energy, literally. She had to move at all times of the day, almost, or else she would go completely crazy. So yeah, though she would've loved to lay in bed with Gage all day, she would very much like to keep her sanity. This was what dreaming was made for though - she could always dream of how it would be like to cuddle all day with Gage; then she also had somewhere to point her creativity at.
"I've never met anyone as lazy as those guys,"
She would've genuinely been happy to have stayed in bed with Gage, and just cuddle for the rest of the day. Honestly, she could totally do that - wouldn't bother her in the least, on the contrary in fact. The only problem was - and that was really all Paisley's fault - that she just didn't have the.. Self control to stay in bed and not move for a whole day; Boo was a ball of energy, literally. She had to move at all times of the day, almost, or else she would go completely crazy. So yeah, though she would've loved to lay in bed with Gage all day, she would very much like to keep her sanity. This was what dreaming was made for though - she could always dream of how it would be like to cuddle all day with Gage; then she also had somewhere to point her creativity at.
"I've never met anyone as lazy as those guys,"
She looked back, as she heard the covers being kicked off somewhere and smiled as she noticed Gage's body having been exposed from beneath the covers. "Cute," She whispered to herself, finding this sleepy state of his closely resembling that of a child's. It was just cute, that was what she had meant by it. He was - both cute and handsome and funny and.. Simply amazing. They were both smitten with each other, it was obvious to anyone and everyone - and finally also to themselves. "Well uhm.." She muttered, as she dug her head into the fridge "I'll just be using whatever we have in our lame-o kitchen.." She continued, looking through whatever they had in the fridge.
"Oh my god! I can make pancakes. Now, that's a treat, ain't it?" She spoke, just as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. They were the perfect couple - any random bystander would be able to notice it. They just.. Displayed so much affection for each other - they weren't even trying, it came naturally for them.
Closing her eyes, she let her arms wrap around his and leaned back against his masculine frame - which, by the way, still felt very warm. Shutting the fridge door closed, with her foot, she tried to turn her head around so that she could kiss him - she failed, and simply wrapped his arms tighter around her instead "It'd be nice with some help.." She smiled "But i've seen you in the kitchen, babe. Not very pretty," She teased, leaning her head backward and against him "And you sound really tired, maybe you should go back to sleep? I'm sorry I woke you up. I'll let you sleep, because I love you, but the others need to wake up or else I'll smack their asses," She raised her voice, as the sentence came to end, on purpose. It didn't work though and she sighed, stirring a little in Gage's arms "You guys really are lazy. I should get a mega-phone.. Or give one to your manager," She stifled a laugh, finally turning in his arms so that she was facing him.
"Oh," she remembered, smiling up at him as a mischievous smile grazed her features "Good morning, handsome," She grinned, showing her feet against the ground, and jumped – wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. See; that was Boo – Gage had to be used to her abnormal behavior, and she didn't believe he would mind being greeted this way. He knew she just couldn't stay still – and she had wanted to do something like this for age; of course, I would've been better if it had been a surprise attack – like she had done the day they had gotten together – but whatever. A gentle kiss was pressed against his lips - finally, a proper greeting. First kiss of the day, and it already sent electric shocks through her body. "Mmm," She muttered, licking her lips before leaning in to kiss him again "That's a nice way of starting the morning," She admitted, as her hands – draped around his neck – began to toy with his messy morning-hair - which he had begun to grow out, something that was totally a-ok with Paise. The only problem was that it was always in her face, especially when they slept. She leaned in to give him another kiss – feeling as if she just couldn't get enough of him – before she jumped down from him and turned around. Pulling down the t-shirt(which she had secretly stolen from Gage, by the way), that had crawled up and shown a little to much of her stomach, she spun around and opened the fridge again "I am huuuuungray!" She laughed, grabbing a carton of eggs and milk before spinning around to face Gage again "So, handsome.. Would you like to help me, or do you want me to tuck you in again? I could do that," She winked teasingly at him, as she headed for the counter. "You could also go take a shower.. I promise I'll be good and wont bother you.. Much," – for an innocent and inexperienced girl she sure was coming on a little strong. It was sort of amusing. "But before you're gonna go be all sexy somewhere else, would you mind handing me a bowl? A big one. And if you're not going to stay with me, then can you turn on the radio? Just so I have something to listen too, apart from your insane snoring," She teased, looking over her shoulder at him, a smile stretching across her gentle facial features.[/quote][/size][/ul]
` are there giants too, in the dance?
[/b][/size][/center]This application was made exclusively for Nevermore by Maura Lee Bee. Steal it, and I will release the hounds when you least expect it. And they're not cute little puppies either. They are ravenous beasts because I constantly forget to feed them. They bite, by the way. And love flesh. Don't make me release the hounds. O _ O
Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
[/size]Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
