Post by tristan on Jun 2, 2010 0:51:06 GMT -5
TRISTAN LON CHANCE
[/color][/b][/font]'I'm so afraid to fall and surrender; I'm not brave.'
[/center]NICK NAMES[/color][/color] Lon
AGE[/color] Thirty Four, May 31st, 1976
GENDER[/color] Male
SEXUALITY[/color] Homosexual
MEMBER GROUP[/color] Resident
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OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
[/color][/center]INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
[/color][/center]EXPRIENCE[/color] Five Years.
CONTACT[/color] davidfayte@live.com Email. PM me as well.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color]
This was the first time in a little while that Malachi felt that he could be himself. It wasn’t often that he could do that, at least in the last environment. The one where he felt pressured to try and make himself straight. That all changed when he came here to do school instead on the fact that he’d be through so much at his old high school. He’d met a boy that made him feel special.. And then he watched him die. It wasn’t the type of thing that Malachi would ever want to happen. Violence in school was a problem now a days, but no one ever cared now did they?
Malachi had recently gotten over him and moved on. But, Malachi, being attached at the hip to Robert, not only because of his boyfriend status but because of the fact that Robert also happened to be Malachi’s best friend, it hurt Malachi. And it hurt him badly. Death for Malachi was hard to get over, and Malachi got upset even if someone Malachi didn’t know died. For some reason, it still made him upset. The person was someone’s baby. It was someone that was loved, regardless. And it made him sad to think someone had lost that person.
Malachi gave out a long sigh as he walked through the dull hallways, passing up many of the students and not stopping to chat or anything. He kept to himself, didn’t talk a lot. He never did want to talk to people a lot when it came to his socialization. He just wanted to be alone most of the time, he didn’t want to do anything with people or hang out. It was mostly because of all the dreams he had, the fear of getting betrayed was okay within him. Despite this, he highly depended on people despite the fact that he sometimes did not talk a lot.
He turned a corner in the hall, a small smile emerging on his face. He started to think about the small things about the high school that he could promptly say that he loved. One, there was no one to pick on him thus far. Sure, he was able to know that there was going to be someone somewhere that was going to pick on him later, but for now, it would seem as if he was completely and utterly safe. Two, the people here were a small bit nicer then the people in his old high school. Even if only by a little. Three, homophobia was something that you didn’t see here a lot. It was one of the very rarely seen things. Didn’t mean it did not exist though.
Finally, Malachi stopped at one of the lockers, turning the code and opening it. He put in his class’s book and grabbed another book from the locker, closing it and leaning against it to support his light weight. Just something to learn against, to get lost into thought..
