Post by evan magnus isaac on Jun 28, 2010 18:40:11 GMT -6
Evan Magnus Isaac
a r e y o u u p f o r , a r e y o u u p f o r t h i s ?
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[/font] and i've been roleplaying for six or seven years, I don't remember[/font] years. i'm 19[/font] years old, and i found you through Boston[/font]. as you can see, i enjoy using Robert Sean Leonard[/font] as a play-by. oh, and if you want to see what i can do, check out the role play sample. yeah, i'm awesome. i know ! [/blockquote][/blockquote]` I DARE SAY THAT I'VE HEARD OF YOU BEFORE. REMIND ME AGAIN, WHAT'S THE NAME YOUR PARENTS GAVE YOU, ANY SIGNIFICANCE ?- - - - - My name is Evan Magnus Isaac, nice to meet cha. Here's the low down on my name, Evan was a name that my mother picked out. She liked it because she thought it was strong and manly. And she wanted me to be a strong man. Which I am. Magnus came from the fact that I was nearly thirteen pounds when I was born. So really, it's like some big joke. And Isaac is my father's last name and his fathers last name and so on and so forth all the way back to the first Isaac man that was ever made into creation.
` REMIND ME AGAIN, WHEN WERE YOU BORN ? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH.- - - - - I was born on March 29th a whole thirty-four years ago. Yep, isn't that just swell. Not that I act my age in the slightest. My birth was a painful one. Ya see, my ma, she was one of those natural birth women. And I was nearly thirteen pounds at birth. So needless to say the poor woman was in a lot of pain. I was born in the middle of the day. For my two younger brothers my mom got the pain meds. She was done with the whole going natural thing after me.
` YOU LOOK FAMILIAR, HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL ?- - - - - OBVIOUSLY I'm not a student seeing as I'm nearly twice the age of almost all the students in the school. Truth be told I was hired on as a sort of campus security by the principal because of the shooting. He felt that there needed to be some sort of protection for his students, so here I am. Not that I'm all that great at my job. It's mostly just fun for me. Hanging out with the students, though, when it comes down to it I won't let anyone under the age of, well, my age get hurt. These kids are protected enough, even if I don't care if they smoke cigarettes on campus. Hey, if they're 18 it's legal, right?
` MAYBE IT WAS JUST AROUND. WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?- - - - - I was born in New York City, NY. It will always be my home town no matter how often I move around. WHich is a lot. Up until the age of eight I lived with my family. But then I accidentally legally killed my brother for a few minutes. My 'rents were fed up so they shipped me off to the Foxx's. Which were my only relatives that would take me in. I'm sort of a problem child I guess. Oh well. Ireland was awesome, and a great place to grow up. I've traveled all over the world at this point. So really, it's possible I could've been seen just about anywhere.
` OKAY, BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE YOU IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DON'T WORRY, MY LIPS ARE SEALED.- - - - - Oh man, I think both genders are a fun time. And when I say fun, I mean it. I don't really care, to tell you the truth. I've never had a serious relationship in my entire life and nor do I intend to. I'm not a very serious guy you see, so this whole relationship thing never made sense to me. I've had both genders and I enjoy both. I'm great in bed, so I basically just love other people who are great in bed. But like I said, I'll never be only one person's. It just isn't my style.
` ALRIGHT, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF. WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME ? ANY FAVORITE PASTIMES ?- - - - - Oh you wanna know my hobbies? I'm flattered. No, really, I am. Well, I LOVE to go to the shooting range. I have a thing for guns, and I'm a pretty good shot. I also like to work on old cars. Personally I drive a '67 Mustang. It's baby blue. Other things I like to do is play paintball. I'll take just about anyone to the field. Hmm, what else. I have a fondness for going to the bar and singing karaoke. Come with me and you'll be my best friend until the end of time. Yes, I have a very beautiful voice. I also play guitar, because, ya know, I could've been a rock star but I was afraid I'd get bored of it. Mostly, anything that i can have fun doing I like to do. Especially driving incredibly fast and dangerously in my baby.
` TELL ME: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE.- - - - - My favorite thing in the entire world is cigarettes. First and foremost. I love smoking. I know that doesn't make much sense, but yeah. I plan on getting cancer one day but it just hadn't happened so much. My other likes are playing guitar and singing. Drinking, of course, I am an Irish man after all. Paintball, working on my car, dancing, sky diving, anything that gives me a thrill actually. I also love sex. It's probably my second favorite thing, after smoking. Any sex with any person as long as he/she is pretty. Junkies, too. I have a thing for Junkies.
` AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THERE ARE THINGS WE JUST CAN'T STAND. WHAT ARE YOUR'S ?- - - - - I really don't like not getting what I want. I tend to throw fits. Overly religious people also get to me. I'm pretty sure that I'm god, so yeah. I hate love stories, they're fake, and never really happen. I also don't like pessimistic people. I myself always see the glass as half full. I don't like mushrooms. Not the drug, the kind that you get on pizza and shit like that. I'm not a big fan of rules, I tend to just ignore them. Also, this whole, money thing. What's the point of it? Why can't I just get what I want because I'm pretty. The word 'No' is probably my least liked thing....ever.
` ANY SHORT OR LONG TERM GOALS ? WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS ? IN TEN ? HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET THERE ?- - - - - In my future I plan on fucking a world leader, and dying of cancer. Those are the only two things that I know for sure. Not sure what world leader though. I haven't picked yet. A really pretty one hasn't come along yet. As for the cancer, i suppose that I could die doing something great. That way the world knows my names. I tend not to have any goals, because then I might have to commit to something. Which, ya know, I just don't dig. I plan on never growing up, and lets just hope that i never procreate.
` WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT HAS SCARED YOU THE MOST, WHAT WOULD IT BE ?- - - - - Fears? Pfft. I'm not afraid of anything....okay, maybe a couple things. I'm afraid of elephants. They're huge. And can crush you. And I'm also afraid of dolls. Ya know, the ones with the glass eyes that follow you. Fuckin' freaky man.
` IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?- - - - - Ahahahahahahahaha. No. No significant other. Only person that's ever really mattered to me is Davin. My distant cousin, adopted brother, lover and just about everything else to me. Our relationship is complicated to say the least, but not committal. As previously stated though, I don't do serious and I don't do relationships.
` NOW, YOU KNOW THAT I ADORE YOU, BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY EXTRAVAGANT PARENTS, TELL ME ABOUT THEM.- - - - - My parent's names are Charles and Lillian. They've been together since high school. And I guess that they're pretty in love. They run this little shop that makes some really good chow just outside the city. They're happy enough I suppose. Not that I saw them much since I was eight. The people that I really consider as my parents are the Foxx's. They took me in and raised me along with their son and daughter. Raised me as if I was one of their own. And hell, they dealt with me just fine. Always told me how great of a boy I was. Which really, was all I ever wanted.
` DANG. ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ?- - - - - I have two older brothers and two younger brothers. But really, I didn't grow up with them. Don't know them all that well. So, they really aren't of enough importance to put here I suppose. The only really important people to me were the Foxx's. They were my family. Distant cousins in all reality, but more than that to me. Davin is my best friend in the entire world. And his father was the best father in the world. I love them. Miss my adoptive father lots. But hey, I'm supposedly a grown up now, so I'm pretty much over it all.
` HOW ABOUT PETS, HAVE ANY OF THOSE ?- - - - - I have a cat named Radar. He's a guard cat. So don't try to break into my house because I trained him to go for the jugular.
` OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHAT'S YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET ? I WON'T TELL !- - - - - My deepest darkest secret? Umm....I'm allergic to strawberries? Well, I guess there was that whole going to prison for ten years for taking the fall for Davin. But that was a different identity. So it's not like it matters now. I took the fall for the best man I know, and I did it willingly. But damn if those years weren't boring. What did I go to prison for? Simple, attempted manslaughter.------------------------------------------------------------
oh hai there, CARSON HIGH ! my name is Kit
Cyril was not a man of much emotion nor was he was he a man of compassion nor kindness. Cyril, for the majority of his life, had been known as a man who was cruel, heartless and selfish. But even with all of this being true there were two things, well two people actually, that Cyril cared about with all of his heart and soul. Two beings that he’d do anything for. Two beings he’d even died for to keep safe. And now both of them were there, one angry as hell, and the other happy, but he didn’t really care how they were feelings. The only thing that was true was that the people that he loved more than anything were right there for him to have and hold. Well, maybe not hold. He was pretty sure that Gabe wasn’t about to let him touch him again. Cyril was willing to be patient.
“And I came back. Do I not get any credit for that?” Cyril hissed his tone still very dangerous those dark eyes finally shifting to look at Gabe again, burning into that face that he loved to look at so very much. He couldn’t keep that deadly look on his features for very long at all as he looked at the man that he still considered his lover, even if Gabriel thought very differently.
“Yeah, she’s your wife. Not mine. And I shouldn’t have to live with her if I don’t want to. You know, you didn’t even ask if I was okay with her. You didn’t even ask if I liked her. And all the times that you left me with her, you never once cared if I was okay with it.” The boy seemed to be getting himself very worked up about all of it, actual tears starting to form. That was the difference between father and son. Son was still able to be human. “Did you even care what I felt when you married her? Even think to ask? No, you just did what you wanted and didn’t consider what I wanted for a minute. Gabe I-“
“Cyrus James, knock it off,” that deep voice growled giving and dark eyes shifted to look at his son in a way that was borderline disappointed. “Neither of us raised you to talk like that.”
Cyrus met his father’s stare with one just scary similar. “I’m tired of holding it in,” he stated simply. “I want to be heard. Is that so much to ask for?” The kid was about to lose it and cry, Cyril could tell that much. When he heard Gabe’s pleading tone he looked up at him and his eyes landed on Gabe’s once again.
“Cyrus, son, I have a few things to do before we can go home. But I promise, you will come home. Tonight even. I’m going to go get these things done and I have a very important job for you.”
“What?” he asked sounding a little bitter.
“Take care of Gabriel. He’s going to need you.” With that he moved to kiss Cyrus’ forehead. “Tonight, I promise”
Cyrus just nodded and hugged his father tightly once again. Cyril returned the embrace, a happy smile on those features of his. “I love you, son.”
“Love you too dad.”
Cyril turned to leave but stopped his eyes moving to rest on Gabriel. “I love you, Gabriel. And deep down you know you love me too.”
He started to leave once again and Cyrus turned his gaze to Gabriel. “I told you so.” Was all he had to say.
“And I came back. Do I not get any credit for that?” Cyril hissed his tone still very dangerous those dark eyes finally shifting to look at Gabe again, burning into that face that he loved to look at so very much. He couldn’t keep that deadly look on his features for very long at all as he looked at the man that he still considered his lover, even if Gabriel thought very differently.
“Yeah, she’s your wife. Not mine. And I shouldn’t have to live with her if I don’t want to. You know, you didn’t even ask if I was okay with her. You didn’t even ask if I liked her. And all the times that you left me with her, you never once cared if I was okay with it.” The boy seemed to be getting himself very worked up about all of it, actual tears starting to form. That was the difference between father and son. Son was still able to be human. “Did you even care what I felt when you married her? Even think to ask? No, you just did what you wanted and didn’t consider what I wanted for a minute. Gabe I-“
“Cyrus James, knock it off,” that deep voice growled giving and dark eyes shifted to look at his son in a way that was borderline disappointed. “Neither of us raised you to talk like that.”
Cyrus met his father’s stare with one just scary similar. “I’m tired of holding it in,” he stated simply. “I want to be heard. Is that so much to ask for?” The kid was about to lose it and cry, Cyril could tell that much. When he heard Gabe’s pleading tone he looked up at him and his eyes landed on Gabe’s once again.
“Cyrus, son, I have a few things to do before we can go home. But I promise, you will come home. Tonight even. I’m going to go get these things done and I have a very important job for you.”
“What?” he asked sounding a little bitter.
“Take care of Gabriel. He’s going to need you.” With that he moved to kiss Cyrus’ forehead. “Tonight, I promise”
Cyrus just nodded and hugged his father tightly once again. Cyril returned the embrace, a happy smile on those features of his. “I love you, son.”
“Love you too dad.”
Cyril turned to leave but stopped his eyes moving to rest on Gabriel. “I love you, Gabriel. And deep down you know you love me too.”
He started to leave once again and Cyrus turned his gaze to Gabriel. “I told you so.” Was all he had to say.
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