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Post by TOXXIC on Mar 19, 2010 14:00:29 GMT -7
Personal Name: Brian Elwin Havok-Trainer PB: Synyster Gates Nicknames: Absolutely everyone calls him Rowdy. Birthday: July 18 Age: 18 Grade: 10th grade dropout. Hometown: Los Angeles, California Gender: Male Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Five feet, ten inches Weight: 150 lbs Distinctive features: His tattoo sleeves; a piercing in his left nostril. Hair: Straight; black; it almost comes to his shoulders. Eyes: Brown How they dress: Mostly sleeveless shirts or short sleeve shirts, torn up jeans, and a hat over a bandanna. Posture: Average
Personality Distinctive traits: Rowdy is, well, rowdy. He likes to run around and play jokes on people or just tackle some random person he sees for no reason at all. Self image: Rowdy likes himself just fine. He knows he’s cool. Dreams/goals: To play guitar for a living, he loves it. Fears: That he will lose his rock roots and like country. No seriously! And bees, since he's allergic. Sense of humor: Rowdy is just a big goofball. He’s the one to call you just to say he drove past a grocery store or to say he’s eating pancakes, or to tackle a complete stranger just 'cause he can. Ethics: He tries to be polite around females and he's rather respectful of adults, though he doesn't hide who he really is. Ask him and he'd tell you his whole past, every little secret that most people would want to hide. Rowdy believes that there's no reason to hide bhind a mask and he shouldn't have to pretend to be something he's not. First Impression: Everyone loves Rowdy as soon as they meet him. He makes you laugh upon meeting by making some stupid joke or just being a dork.
History Education: 11th grade Religion: Rowdy has no religion. Family: Melanie Grace Kline (mother, deceased- murdered) Malachi James Havok (father, deceased) Shawn Erik Trainer (step-father, deceased- murdered) Kate Elizabeth Anderson (adoptive mother) Tomas Justin Wolfe (adoptive father) Lydia Aaliyah Havok-Trainer (older sister, deceased- murdered) Brandon Benjamin Havok-Trainer (twin brother) Stasya Marie Havok-Trainer (younger sister) Alan David Havok-Trainer (younger brother) Jeremiah Malachi-Xavier Havok-Trainer (youngest brother) Popularity: Rowdy is known as a clown but he is a trusted allay to anyone who needs it, as long as it means he doesn’t have to go against any of his friends or family. Early childhood experiences: Born Brian Elwin Havok on July 18th at about 3:45 AM, two minutes before his twin brother. The two were supposedly to be the last children that Melanie and Malachi Havok were going to have. They had one sibling; a sister. Her name was Lydia Aaliyah Havok and she was 7 years older than the twins.
One fine day, a three year old Brian is told by his parents that he and Lydia are getting two more brothers or sisters in 3 months. He does not fully understand but he notices that Lydia seems very happy and eager to help their parents and he imitates her every word. He likes to help mommy and daddy when he can so he offers his every waking moment which, luckily, his parents take jocularly.
Sneakers slapped on pavement as a ten year old Rowdy jogs down the street. He is out for one purpose: Stasya has run away... again. While his mother, brothers, and step-father search anxiously for her, Rowdy knows where to find her. He stops when he reaches the park about 3 miles form the house and walks over to a tall willow tree. He looks up, instantly spotting his sister. "Come on down, Stasya. It's just me." Stasya shakes her head vigorously, "No! I'm not going home!" Rowdy climbs up and sits on the branch next to her. "Yuck, me either! Let's just live in this tree. Forever!" He smiles. Stasya cocks her head curiously, "Really, Rowdy? Can we really live in the tree forever?" Rowdy looks around in imitated admiration, leaning against the trunk. "Yes. And we can eat bark and leaves... for all our meals everyday! And sleep right here on the branches." He nods, closing his eyes. Stasya's green eyes go wide as she gasps. "You mean...?! Eew! I don't wanna live in a tree! I wanna go home and eat pizza and sleep in my own bed!" Rowdy sits up, "Are you sure? I mean, are you really really sure?" Stasya thinks for a minute before hurrying out of the tree. "Yes! I don't wanna live in a treeeeee!!" she yells, running back home.
15 year old Rowdy stood waiting impatiently in line at a local gas station. People began to line up behind him as the man currently being helped took his sweet time doing whatever he was. "Can you hurry, man? There are other people waiting! Jesus!" Rowdy called impatiently. The woman at the register gasped suddenly, backing up as the man in front of the line held up a gun, "Everyone on the floor!" Rowdy stayed standing as the others around him hit the floor, screaming. He cocked his head curiously when the man looked at him. "No. Why should we? It won't stop you from killing anyone. It won't stop you from taking whatever you want. Will it?" he pointed out with a lazy shrug. The man pointed the barrel at Rowdy, "Well, it sure as hell ain't helping you any, is it?!" Rowdy snickered. "Sorry, dude, but you really should've thought this through! Number 1: While you were telling everyone to hit the floor, the cashier pushed the emergency button. The cops are on the way. Number 2: Your gun isn't loaded. I can tell it is too light to be loaded. Number 3: Me saying all this just made everyone realize that you're just a moron." The man's face was red as he stormed over to the teenage boy, pushing a round into the pistol. "HAPPY NOW," the man screamed, holding the gun to Rowdy and firing. Rowdy, always having great reflexes, ducked putting his arms over his face. He yelped and choked back a scream when the bullet struck his upper left arm. Financial situation: Middle class Relationships: Rowdy has been in too many relationships (and one night stands) to count, and is usually the one who gets dumped because he's so immature. Habits: Got Sharpie? Good, he’ll take it and he will draw! He also sucks on the back of his thraot, cause a rather loud and annoying sound. Health: Pretty fantastic, though he eats a lot of junk food.
Other: Hobbies: Having fun, playing the guitar, graffiti, playing guitar in his band Disiplyne Denied at bars and such. Skills: The guitar. Favorite Food: Sandwiches, for sure! Favorite Music: Rock, alternative, heavy metal. Favorite Books: That is what television is for… Favorite Movies: Anything except romances. Favorite Color: Black, white, grey, and purple. Heroes: His siblings, Robert Trujillo. Pets: Two black and white garden snakes: Beetlejuice and Jack Skellington.
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Post by TOXXIC on Mar 22, 2010 10:39:54 GMT -7
Personal Name: Brandon Benjamin Havok-Trainer PB: Bam Margera Nicknames: Brandy, Bam Birthday: July 18 Age: 18 Grade: 11th grade dropout. Hometown: Los Angeles, California Gender: Male Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Six feet even Weight: 157 lbs Distinctive features: Many tattoos, including: Bam's knuckle tattoo, reading BOOK WORM with the 'O's filled with heartagrams.; a heart on his wrist; Bam's left arm Razorblade tattoo, done by THE Kat Don V; Bam's rib tattoo that is a heartagram chain; Bam's wrists tattoo thats says 'DILLIGAF', which stands for Do I Look Like I Give A Fuck; a tattoo that says "Sigillum Diaboli", which means "Devils Seal" in latin. Hair: Medium length, shaggy, and black. Eyes: They were dark brown when he was much younger, but they've gotten lighter over the years; he often wears blue contacts. How they dress: Like a skater punk. He wears baggy jeans, band tee-shirts, and Adida skateboarding shoes. Posture: Average. Not perfect but okay.
Personality Distinctive traits: Brandon can be a real jackass, doing just about anything. This kid should seriously be dead right now considering all the stupid stunts he's done with his friends. He lays down no boundaries and what he says goes, or else someone is going to regret it. He thinks rules are made to broken, just like his bones. Self image: He knows he can get away with any thing, he knows he has good looks. It's on the fence really. Dreams/goals: To become a professional skateboarder. Fears: He's terrified of snakes. Sense of humor: Any and everything. Ethics: He doesn't respect anyone or anything, nor does he think he should act any certain way in any certain place. Ethic don't exist with Brandy. First Impression: It all really depends. It can vary from a real jackass, to a pretty okay guy. It all depends on when you catch 'im.
History Education: Junior in high school, he was held back in 8th grade. Religion: None Family: Melanie Grace Kline (mother, deceased- murdered) Malachi James Havok (father, deceased) Shawn Erik Trainer (step-father, deceased- murdered) Kate Elizabeth Anderson (adoptive mother) Tomas Justin Wolfe (adoptive father) Lydia Aaliyah Havok-Trainer (older sister, deceased- murdered) Brian Elwin "Rowdy" Havok-Trainer (twin brother) Stasya Marie Havok-Trainer (younger sister) Alan David Havok-Trainer (younger brother) Jeremiah Malachi-Xavier Havok-Trainer (youngest brother) Popularity: He's quite popular since he basically runs the neighborhood with his sister and twin brother, and they're always on the news for some stupid stunt or prank pulled. Early childhood experiences: Financial situation: Middle class Relationships: Brandon hasn't been in a relationship. He's too immature and he's not completely loveable like his twin. Habits: Bam has a tendency of running into walls and other hard surfaces, something that has stuck with him since he was 3. That is actually how he got his nickname "Bam". Health: Pretty great when he doesn't have a broken or sprained something or another from skateboarding.
Other: Hobbies: Skateboarding, making and editing videos, causing trouble, pushing his limits. Skills: See hobbies. ;P Favorite Food: Bam’s favorite food is any thing toasted; a toasted bagel with mayo, lettuce, and tomato. Favorite Music: Bam likes rock, heavy metal, punk, and alternative. His favorite band is HIM. Favorite Books: Reading is one thing Brandon doesn't do... Unless you count his ICP comic books. Favorite Movies: Good Will Hunting, Robin Hood: Men in Tights, Mall Rats, and The Lost Boys. Favorite Color: Black and red. Heroes: No one really.
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Post by TOXXIC on Mar 22, 2010 11:32:15 GMT -7
Personal Name: Rian Marie Havok-Trainer PB: Charlotte Free Nicknames: Ri, Havok, JD Birthday: October 31 Age: 17 Grade: Senior, but in some junior classes Hometown: Los Angeles, California Gender: Chick Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Five feet, eleven inches Weight: 125 lbs Distinctive features: Her hair. Her piercings (labret, left monroe right nostril, ear lobes). Her tattoos: a tattoo of a black butterfly on her left hip, swallow skeleton on the right side of her chest, just under her collarbone, a swarm of bats on her back. Hair: Wavy, comes down past her shoulders. Her hair is naturally brown but she has it bleached blond with purple and pink. Eyes: Pale blue. How they dress: Rian's a tomboy. She likes skinny jeans, Tripp pants; spiked belts; tight band tee-shirts, tanktops, or corsets; converse, combat boots, or skater shoes. She always has on dark eyeliner. Posture: Rian does not have good posture and tends to slouch a lot.
Personality Distinctive traits: Rian is quick to anger. She has a short fuse and can be pretty bad when she's angry. Get her too angry (or punch her in the face) and she'll completely lose control, something everyone refers to as 'Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde Syndrome' though has be diagnosed as Antisocial Personality Disorder. She loves fights, both verbal and physical; she knows she will win either. Self image: Rian loves herself. She isn't conceited or anything. She doesn't think she's all that attractive but she certainly likes the way she acts. She has a reputation for being fierce and loves it, living up to it at every possible chance. Dreams/goals: Rian loves to sing so she would love to be in a band. She also enjoys playing the drums and electric guitar. But, if she has no future in music, she wants to be able to be in the ring boxing for a living. Fears: Hurting someone she loves when out of control and going back to prison are her only fears. Sense of humor: Definitely mean spirited. She teases, makes fun, insults, and is very sarcastic. Ethics: There are very few with miss Havok. She treats adults worse than she treats people her age and younger. After all, adults are the ones who threw her in prison and make all those absurd rules. She hates fraternizing with the enemy and avoids it at all costs. She's close with most of the local police since she's taken into the stations a lot for over night or short sentences. First Impression: A hard core, bad to the bone, bad-ass. Everyone knows who she is since she’s almost always in the news. Everyone in her high school and neighborhood knows that, as long as they have a wad of cash, bullies will never be a problem. Despite the face that she is a JD, everyone some sort of respect for her.
History Education: She is a senior in her literature, writing, gym, auto-mech, and art classes but a failing junior in her science, history, and math classes. Religion: There are rumors floating around that she worships Satin. Just rumors. Rian says she is "loosely Wiccan." Family: Melanie Grace Kline (mother, deceased- murdered) Malachi James Havok (father, deceased) Shawn Erik Trainer (step-father, deceased- murdered) Kate Elizabeth Anderson (adoptive mother) Tomas Justin Wolfe (adoptive father) Lydia Aaliyah Havok-Trainer (older sister, deceased- murdered) Andrew Elijah Wolfe (adoptive brother) Brian Elwin "Rowdy" Havok-Trainer (older brother) Brandon Benjamin Havok-Trainer (older brother) Alan David Havok-Trainer (middle triplet) Jeremiah Malachi-Xavier Havok-Trainer (youngest triplet) Popularity: Rian is known as the school’s bad-ass. She’ll skip a class, start trouble, get into fights with the teachers and the students. On a high note, however, she keeps the bully rate low. She thinks highly of her reputation and does not allow competition, eliminating such threats as soon as word spreads about them. Early childhood experiences: Age Three: “NO! I DON’T BELIEVE YOU! YOU’RE LYING,” a little girl screamed at her crying mother, “DADDY WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME! HE PROMISED!” The woman continued to cry but tried to choke it back enough to talk. “Rian, honey, I’m sorry, but he’s gone. The couple that crashed into his car was drunk and speeding, so when they hit his car, it rolled across the road into the ditch.” The little girl shook her head in disbelief, “YOU’RE A DIRTY LIAR!” The woman shook her head. “Why don’t you go and play with your brothers, hmm?” Rian crossed her arms and stomped into the room she shared with her triplets. “Is mommy okay?” her youngest brother, Jeremy, asked. Rian sat down and shook her head. “She says daddy’s dead. SHE’ LYING!” Age Eleven: Two kids wrestled on the living floor and two others sat on the couch, cheering one or the other on. “Admit, Jeremy, I’m gonna win,” the girl laughed, pulling her brother into a tight headlock. The boy clawed at his sister’s arm and shook his head, choking. “Children, I’m home and I have great news,” their mother called gleefully, walking into the house. “Rian, let go of your brother! You’re choking him!” Rian let him go and sat up, looking at her mother. “What’s the news, mom,” her oldest brother, Brian, asked. “Shawn has asked me to marry him!” Rian stuck her tongue out, “I don’t like him… and I’m not going to call him dad!” Their mother sighed. “Rian, please, try to be nice,” she asked, voice pleading. Rian mocked her and stormed out of the house angrily. Age Nine: It was a quiet, rainy night. The Havok children all sat in the living room watching cartoons. A man was with their mom in the bedroom, someone she had been seeing that was a lot like Malachi. But it wasn't Shawn. Shawn walked in through the front door, mud drenched boots and water dripping from his clothes and body. He walked into the bedroom and Rian heard her mom gasp. She began to talk calmly but Shawn walked into the living room. He looked at the kids and grabbed his shot gun, walking back to the bedroom. Melanie screamed just before the gun shot echoed through the house. Rian jumped off the couch and ran into the hallway. The gun shot again and the man lay dead with Melanie. Rian yelped when Shawn knocked her away and stomped to the living room. Rian heard her siblings scream and she ran into the living room only to see Shawn put the gun to Lydia's head and pull the trigger. She let out an ear piercing scream and leapt onto Shawn's back, wrapping her arms tightly around his throat. "Go," she yelled to her brothers before the fled out the door into the rain. Thunder cracked outside and Shawn fell to his knees, clawing at Rian's arms. She jumped off and ran out the door, meeting her brothers in the park. Age Thirteen: The Havoks had been staying a foster home for several years now and nothing had happened to Shawn. Rian was furious that he had somehow gotten away with murdering his wife, step-daughter, and the man that was so like Malachi that it haunted Rian everyday. She walked down the side walk toward Shawn's house in the dead of night, a hood pulled over her head and her hands in her pockets. She stopped in front of the house and tilted her head, examining it. It was after midnight and Shawn was asleep, Rian knew it. She walked up to the front door and reached for where the spare key had once been but was no longer. She grunted and pulled a window open, carefully climbing inside. She pulled a box of matches from her pocket. Rian climbed up a chair and removed the batteries from all of the smoke detectors. She lit and spread the matches around the house and climbed out the window, closing it behind her. She walked across the street and turned to watch the burning house for a minute. She ruffled her hair and ran up to the house behind her, banging on the door. "FIRE! HELP, FIRE!" She ran down the street back to her foster home, never once looking back at the house again. Age Fourteen: Rian walked out of her room, slamming her door behind her. She had a long, deep cut that ran crookedly from her wrist to the inside of her elbow. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a butcher’s knife before heading back to her room. Jeremy caught her by her good arm and held tightly. "Where are you going with that knife?" "To my room," Rian replied casually. "Why?" Jeremy demanded. "The dog bit me, duh." Rian pulled her arm but couldn't get it free. She turned and glared at Jeremy intensely. "Let. Me. Go.... NOW!" she roared. Jeremy was in complete shock as Rian lifted the knife and cut his side. He screamed in pain, let Rian go and doubled over in pain holding his cut side. "Ahhhh!" Blood ran down his hand and dripped on the carpet. Rian smirked evilly down at her pain filled twin. Her eyes sparkled wickedly in amusement as he groaned and screamed in pain. “WHAT THE HELL!” Brian ran to Rian grabbing the knife from her hand. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!!! Jeremy, are you ok? Come on you need to go to the hospital." Jeremy bit his lip. "How the..."-he groaned-"hell are we"-he winced-"supposed to get to the hospital?!" Brian handed the knife to Brandon as he watched his sister in horror. Brian grabbed on to Rian . "What’s wrong with you?!" Rian struggled from Brian's grip. She growled, hissed and screamed. "HE WOULDN'T LET ME GO! NOW YOU WON'T!" She screamed again struggling harder. Jeremy winced. "I wouldn't test her... I think she could do anything about now. Commit murder, suicide... anything." "ALL OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!! I MEAN IT! YA'LL ARE CONSTANTLY YELLING AND I KINDA NEED TO KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU GUYS,” Alan screamed, his voice echoing. “JESUS CHRIST!” Rian glared acidly at her triplet. She clawed at Brian trying to get free to go at Alan. She snarled and howled like an animal caught in a trap, her eyes wide and darkened menacingly. "I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN! IF YOU CAN STILL TALK AFTER I'M THROUGH WITH YOU!" "RIAN!!!" Brian held onto her then he let one of his hands go before slapping Rian. He grabbing her again, glaring, "STOP!!!!!" Rian barely looked like anything had happened; she blinked a few times but that was all. Then, she was out, completely limp and unconscious. Jeremy screamed as he stood up. He held his side tightly as he walked up the stairs, wincing with every step. He pulled a towel out of a cabinet and wrapped in around the cut tightly to stop the bleeding or at least lessen it. Rian opened her eyes and they went wide with alarm. "What?! Whe...." She looked at her cut arm and ran her finger over it. Warm blood ran down her finger. "What happened?!" "Lets see you almost killed your twin. I grabbed you. Kid yelled at all of us and you threatened to kill him." Brian cocked a brow. Rian sighed and hung her head. "Well, aren't I just a pocket full of sunshine... Sorry, Al." Alan shrugged. “It’s okay…” Rian frowned deeply until it looked permanent. "I... I'm going to check on Jeremy to make sure I didn't hurt him too badly." She stood up and walked upstairs, grabbing the First-Aid kit. She doused her cut in anti-bacteria spray and alcohol before wrapping it in gauze. She stood at the bathroom doorway and looked at the floor. "Hey, Jer..." Jeremy looked up at his triplet. "Hi." "A-are you okay?" You could tell Rian was about to lose it as her voice cracked. Jeremy shrugged and groaned. "No but I think I just might live." Rian took a long, shaky breath. "I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry, Jeremy! I didn't mean to hurt you and about Dad! I'm just so sorry and I really hope you'll forgive me!" She burst out, crying. Rian wiped tears from her face uselessly and looked at her triplet. "Please say something? Please?" Jeremy sighed. "I understand but I won't forgive you; would you forgive me if I cut you with a fucking butchers knife?!" Rian looked down, defeated. "No..." She sighed and slowly walked down to the living room. She curled up in a small, tight ball on the couch and buried her face in the cushions. Financial situation: Middle class Relationships: Rian has been in a few relationships but none that really worked out well. Some of the guys were nice enough and some of them weren’t but she always had to be the one to end it since the guys were teriffied of what she might do if they dumped her. She is both very hard to like and very easy. However, she is currently in her first SERIOUS relationship with Jimmy Armstrong, having been going out with him for 6 months now. Habits: If she gets her hands on a Sharpie, she will draw on any and everything in sight. She’s also always texting and listening to her iPod. One habit she has that everyone hates is that she sucks on the back of her throat; it makes an annoying, scratching sound that no one can stand. Another habit is cursing… a lot. A lot of people think Rian' svocabulary is all curse words. Health: Fine. She is in good shape since she is very physically active with boxing, wrestling, track, and she likes to play basketball and football with her brothers but she has done some pretty bad things to her body. When she was thirteen she did the whole emo thing; what with cutting and lots of suicide attempts. She had her drink spiked with drugs at a party once and that got her hooked for a while but she quit. Rian is now smoking, not as bad as when she started since she used to smoke a pack a day. Now she only smokes when she’s really tense or wants to look tough.
Other: Hobbies: Singing, playing the guitar and the drums, video games, sports like football and boxing, making life hell for people, photography (mostly of her brother Brian). Skills: Since a young age, Rian has shown an apt for fighting, both verbal and physical. She’s also shown a great knack for drawing and writing but she doesn’t show a soul her work. Favorite Food: Chinese food! Rian loves to take a plate a pile it with sesame chicken, sweet and sour chicken, won-tons, and chicken fried rice. Oh, and who could forget a nice bowl of egg-drop soup? Favorite Music: Heavy metal, rock, alternative, and screamo. Her favorite bands are Green Day, My Chemical Romance, The Beastie Boys, AFI, Linkin Park, Avenged Sevenfold, Metallica, Megadeth, Evanescence, Eminem, Bullet For My Valentine, Marilyn Manson, Alice In Chains, and Three Days Grace. Favorite Books: Anything by Stephen King or R.L. Stine Favorite Movies: Horror, actions, and comedies. She loves all Will Smith movies. Her favorite movies are Quarantine, Cloverfield, MirrorMask, The Outsiders, School Of Rock, JAWS, Resident Evil, and Underworld. Favorite Shows: She thinks Robot Chicken is the shit. She also loves Viva La Bam, Jackass, Pimp My Ride, Roseanne, CSI: Miami, CSI: Las Vegas, and Harper's Island. Favorite Color: Black, maroon, navy, and metallics. Heroes: Amy Lee, Gerard Way, Synyster Gates, Robert Trujillo; Andre The Giant. Her brother Brian. Pets: A female black and white Blue Heeler, Zero; a black and white male kitten, Sabotage; a black female kitten, Nycto; five mice named Rathead (brown), Pixel (white), Nasal (brown), Syn (white), and McFly (brown).
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Post by TOXXIC on Mar 22, 2010 13:20:17 GMT -7
Personal Name: Alan David Havok-Trainer PB: Leonardo Dicaprio Nicknames: Kid Birthday: October 31 Age: 17 Grade: 11th grade Hometown: Los Angeles, California Gender: Male Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Five feet, seven inches Weight: 127 lbs Distinctive features: His eyes. Hair: Straight; brown but dyed blond; just covers his ears. Eyes: Left is green, right is blue. How they dress: Printed tee-shirts and shorts. He likes to go barefoot a lot but he’ll wear shoes if he has to. Posture: Somewhere between slouching and straight posture.
Personality Distinctive traits: Kid is quiet, not really the type to get involved in anything. Self image: Eh, it could be better… Dreams/goals: Kid wants to be an actor when he graduates high school. He isn’t like his triplets being active in sports but he doesn’t mind it. He plays soccer but he’d much rather be in a play or movie. Fears: Bees! Kid is allergic to them... Sense of humor: Teasing but in a good way. He likes to poke fun at his friends. He’s just a goofy guy if you can get him to talk. Ethics: Kid holds the highest respect for parents and teachers. He thinks that everyone deserves the respect you feel you deserve. First Impression: The first impression is weird. He doesn’t really talk much to strangers, or anyone for that matter. He’s just quiet, more of a background piece.
History Education: 11th grade junior. Religion: Kid is a Christian. Family: Melanie Grace Kline (mother, deceased- murdered) Malachi James Havok (father, deceased) Shawn Erik Trainer (step-father, deceased- murdered) Kate Elizabeth Anderson (adoptive mother) Tomas Justin Wolfe (adoptive father) Lydia Aaliyah Havok-Trainer (older sister, deceased- murdered) Brian Elwin "Rowdy" Havok-Trainer (older brother) Brandon Benjamin Havok-Trainer (older brother) Stasya Marie Havok-Trainer (oldest triplet) Jeremiah Malachi-Xavier Havok-Trainer (youngest triplet) Popularity: Kid is mainly popular for being Stasya, Brian, Brandon, and Jeremy’s brother but he's also some-what popular for acting. Early childhood experiences: Financial situation: Middle class Relationships: Kid hasn’t had any relationships in the past, but he doesn’t care. Habits: Kid could sleep for days, but no one knows why. He isn’t really all that active but he just sleeps all the time. Health: Fine. He doesn’t take the best care of himself but he isn’t like his sister.
Other: Hobbies: Acting, singing, video games, computers, sleeping. Skills: Everyone tells Kid he is a great actor. Favorite Food: Pizza Favorite Music: Rock, pop, heavy metal. Favorite Books: Anything fictional. Favorite Movies: Comedies, action and fiction!! Favorite Color: Green Heroes: His siblings. Pets: Two insanely small monkeys named Oogie Boogie and Sandy Claws.
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Post by TOXXIC on Mar 22, 2010 13:36:37 GMT -7
Personal Name: Jeremiah Malachi-Xavier Havok-Trainer PB: Jeremy Sumpter Nicknames: Jeremy, Jerry, Jer, Jerm Birthday: October 31 Age: 17 Grade: 10th grade Hometown: Los Angeles, California Gender: Dude Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: Six feet, six inches Weight: 225 lbs Distinctive features: A jagged scar running down his rib cage. There was a little run in with him, his sister, and a butcher’s knife. Hair: Slightly curly; brown; just covers his ears. Eyes: Green How they dress: Jeremy is a jock so he wears a lot of jerseys. He wears a lot of baggy clothes. Posture: Straight as a toothpick. He loves to show his height!
Personality Distinctive traits: Jeremy is a happy-go-lucky guy but, despite the sister he has, he is very sensitive. He can take jabs from Stasya but anyone else just sort of gets to him. He hates being yelled at by anyone but Stasya. Self image: Healthy. He loves himself without needing to stare into a mirror all day, especially since he has better things to do. Dreams/goals: Jeremy wants to become a professional football player for the Dallas Cowboys, his family’s favorite team. Fears: Hurting someone he loves, watching his sister get the death sentence. He knows she will someday but it scares the wits out of him to think about it. Sense of humor: Teasing but in a good way. He likes to poke fun at his friends. He’s just a goofy guy. Ethics: Jeremy holds the highest respect for parents and teachers. He thinks that everyone deserves the respect you feel you deserve. First Impression: The first impression can seem a little scary considering this boy towers at six and a half feet tall but, as long as you get the chance to talk to him, you realize that his just a big goofball.
History Education: Just a junior, but he has already received a couple scholarships to colleges to play football. Religion: Jeremy is a Christian. Family: Melanie Grace Kline (mother, deceased- murdered) Malachi James Havok (father, deceased) Shawn Erik Trainer (step-father, deceased- murdered) Kate Elizabeth Anderson (adoptive mother) Tomas Justin Wolfe (adoptive father) Lydia Aaliyah Havok-Trainer (older sister, deceased- murdered) Brian Rowdy Havok-Trainer (older brother) Brandon Benjamin Havok-Trainer (older brother) Stasya Marie Havok-Trainer (oldest triplet) Alan Emmett Havok-Trainer (middle triplet) Popularity: Jeremy is known throughout the school. He has average grades pulling an A- average since he gets kicked off any teams for anything lower than a C- but he is on the boxing team, the hockey team, and the football team. Early childhood experiences: Financial situation: Middle class Relationships: Jeremy has a steady girlfriend of one year so far. Habits: Jeremy loves to run, which sometimes poses as a problem considering the fact he wears baggy pants. So, his habit can be considered, losing his pants in the middle of a run. Health: Absolutely fantastic. He is in great condition.
Other: Hobbies: Sports, sports, sports, keeping Stasya out of trouble, and playing the guitar and bass. Skills: Sports of all sorts. Favorite Food: Breakfast. He likes pancakes, waffles, cereal, toast... any breakfast food. Favorite Music: Rock and pop. He likes Fall Out Boy, Panic At The Disco, Green Day, and Anthrax. Favorite Books: Jeremy isn’t real big on reading; he’d rather watch television. Favorite Movies: Comedies!! Anything with Jack Black, Adam Sandler, and Ben Stiller. Favorite Color: Blue and silver Heroes: Marion Barber! Pets: Three TINY frogs names Lock, Shock, and Barrel.
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Post by TOXXIC on Apr 28, 2010 11:18:50 GMT -7
Personal Name: Michelle Delora Briar
PB: Unknown
Nicknames: Mitchy // Chelly // Kitten
Birthday: August 12
Age: Sixteen
Grade: 12 // Senior
Hometown: Juneau, Alaska
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Physical Appearance Height: Five feet, two inches tall
Weight: One hundred four pounds
Distinctive features: Her hair. Her ears, tongue, bellybutton, and left nostril are pierced. She has an extremely fair skin tone. On her left hip, Michelle has a heart-shaped hand grenade tattoo with her mom's name under it; it represents the love she had for her mother but her mother's self-destruction.
Hair: Short and choppy; black with chunks of different colors (purple, green, hot pink, light pink, blue, etc.)
Eyes: Blue-grey and usually rimmed with eyeliner.
How they dress: Michelle wears a lot of black and neon or rainbow colors. She likes to wear leggings and skirts (as long as they're not too girly) and skinny jeans or Tripp pants. She loves chainmaille and always wears a white gold chainmaille bracelet her mom made for herself before she died.
Posture: Pretty average.
Personality Distinctive traits: Michelle is usually very sweet but, if you give her crap about her height or her family, she'll go crazy white girl on your ass. She may look sweet and innocent, but she isn't not afraid to start a fight with someone. She fends for herself since she doesn't have many friends (mainly by choice). She is extremely curious about any and everything she doesn't know about, which can usually result to her finding out things she wouldn't want to know, but knowledge is power. Michelle also has a huge interest in death and all things related to it.
Self image: It could be better, but it isn't horrible.
Dreams/goals: She doesn't really have any at this point. Right now, she just goes with the flow and is enjoying the final years of her childhood.
Fears: Being trapped in a room with no music, needles, and extremely obese people.
Sense of humor: Very dirty and teasing. She's a teenager, what's to be expected?
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First Impression: Michelle's punk appearance can sometimes clash with her sweet personality, but the personality usually wins people over in the long run.
History Education: Michelle is a senior in high school with straight A's.
Religion: None.
Family: Mara Isabell Patricks (mother, deceased) Lucifer Andrew Briar (father) Damian Grigori Briar (older brother) Melanie Jezabel Briar (younger sister, deceased)
Popularity: She's know as the bizarre girl that loves all things associated with death, loves to party, and has no friends.
Early childhood experiences: "Well, well, well my Michelle." Michelle was born to her fifteen year old parents Mara and Lucifer. They had both been disowned by their families when they were fourteen and started living their religious, chaotic lives and Mara got pregnant with their first child. They were barely getting by when Mara got pregnant again. Both parents took extra shifts at their jobs and got by with the help of their friends and neighbors.
"But most of all this song is true, case you haven't heard." Three year old Michelle climbed up into the chair her mother had just been sitting in and looked at the pile of white powder on the table. She titled her head curiously and reached her small hand out to touch it. "Michelle! No, no, Kitten. Leave it alone," Mara said, picking her daughter up. "What is it, mama?" Michelle asked, looking form her mom to the curious white powder. "It's called heroin. Now, promise mommy you'll leave it alone?" The little girl nodded, "I promise, mama."
"She used to love her heroin, but now she's underground." Six year old Michelle skipped into the house after school. "Mama, I'm home!" She dropped her bag on the couch and walked into the kitchen. "Mama? Where are you?" She searched the house. When she got to her parents bedroom, she opened the door and saw her mother sitting on the floor slouched forward with a needle in her hand and a rubber band wrapped around her arm. This wasn't an unusual sight, so Michelle thought nothing of it. "Mama, can I have a snack?" She looked at her mother, sitting motionless. "Mama?" She slowly walked over and tugged gently on her mother's arm, 'causing her to slid and fall on the floor. Michelle's eyes went wide at the sight of her mother's eyes staring blankly at nothing, her face and lips blue. "DADDY," Michelle shrieked, running out of the room. [ Three Hours Later ] "What was the cause of death?" Lucifer asked a police officer, watching his wife's body get put into an ambulance. "She overdosed on the heroin. I'm sorry sir," the police officer looked sympathetically at the family before walking away. "Is mommy coming back?" Michelle's two year old sister Melanie asked their father. Lucifer winced, closing his eyes, "No, uhm, mommy went away... She's not coming back." Michelle knew she hadn't just gone away and wasn't coming back; she knew her mother was dead.
"So c'mon and stop your cryin', 'cause we both know money burns." Twelve year old Michelle walked down the street with Melanie. "Do you ever think mama will come back?" Melanie asked, still under the impression that their mother had simply driven away. Michelle grunted in annoyance, "No. She's never coming back." She's six feet under... Melanie sighed, "I don't remember her... I don't remember what she looked like or her voice... nothing." Michelle's cold, hard expression softened as she looked at her sad sister. "Look, Melanie... about mom-" Michelle started but was interrupted by her sister, "Michelle! Bunny!" She ran through the street after the small, fuzzy animal. Michelle gasped as a van tore through the street. "MELANIE!" But it was too late. Blood splattered and Michelle fell to her knees, sobbing. "You bastard! You killed my sister!"
"So you stay out late at night and you do your coke for free; driving your friends crazy with you're life's insanity." "You know, that's the 'cause of your mother's death," Lucifer said to his fifteen year old daughter, watching her snort a line of white powder. "No, she did heroin. This is cocaine." She looked up at her father, whom was now a huge star... porno star. It paid the bills and the Briar's were living the high life no, so no one complained. He sighed and shook his head, "How can you afford this?" Michelle leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms, "I get it for free." Lucifer raised and brow but said nothing more as he walked out of the house. Michelle turned up her music. "Those nights I can't sleep I'm stuck here, lost in your dreams (I'M STUCK IN HERE!). Like why can't I get much better? Like why can't I get much better? So fight me and take it away. And never, never lie to me. So fight me and take it away. And never, never lie to me."
Financial situation: Upper class
Relationships: Michelle's been in a fair few, but she isn't a people person and a lot of people get scared off by the things she does.
Habits:
Health: She does cocaine, she smokes, and she drinks. Sounds like the picture of great health to me.
Other: Hobbies: Doing coke, listening to music, partying, studying mortuaries, hanging out in graveyards, investigating paranormal activity.
Skills: Screaming. Like, screamo music screaming. Learning (curiosity helps).
Favorite Food: Michelle loves fettucini alfredo.
Favorite Music: 80's music, metal, gothic, and screamo. A Skylit Drive, A Static Lullaby, AC/DC, AFI, blessthefall, Bullet For My Valentine, Disturbed, Marilyn Manson, Motley Crue, Rob Zombie, Trivium, Twisted Sister, White Zombie, Three Days Grace, Papa Roach, KoRn.
Favorite Books: Anything fantasy or about death.
Favorite Movies: Horror, paranormal documentaries, musical documentaries.
Favorite Color: Black, grey, red, and purple.
Heroes: None.
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Post by TOXXIC on Jun 30, 2010 0:17:20 GMT -7
Personal Name: Hanley Elijah Ashford
PB: Jim Sturgess
Nicknames: None
Birthday: July 15th
Age: 23
Grade: Graduated
Hometown: London, England
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance Height: 6' even
Weight: 167 lbs.
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Eyes: Warm chocolate brown.
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Posture: Rather well.
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Post by TOXXIC on Jun 21, 2011 18:51:44 GMT -7
Personal Name: James Oliver Armstrong
PB: Lou Taylor Pucci
Nicknames: Jimmy. Saint Jimmy. Jimmy Vicious. Jesus Of Suburbia.
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Age: Seventeen.
Grade: High school drop out. Last grade completed was nineth.
Hometown: Jingletown, California. Better known as East Oakland.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Straight but narrow.
Physical Appearance Height: Five feet, seven inches.
Weight: One hundred thirty pounds.
Distinctive features: Hair: Long. Black. Spiked 99% of the time.
Eyes: Hazy blue-grey.
How they dress: Well, punk. Sleeveless shirts, leather jacket, jeans, sneakers...
Posture: Average.
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