Post by ROLAND COLORADO GRAY on Dec 31, 2010 22:04:19 GMT
( ROLAND COLORADO GRAY )
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HAI THERE~ MY NAME IS CEE and I HAIL FROM LE CST!
AREN'T YOU JEALOUS ;] YOU CAN CONTACT ME BY PM PLS~.
OH, AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR FIVE YEARS NOW!
I'M ALSO A LADY, TYVM!
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HAI THERE~ MY NAME IS CEE and I HAIL FROM LE CST!
AREN'T YOU JEALOUS ;] YOU CAN CONTACT ME BY PM PLS~.
OH, AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR FIVE YEARS NOW!
I'M ALSO A LADY, TYVM!
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[/b] roland colorado gray* / FULL NAME
* / NICKNAMES[/b] rolly, rolls, gray
* / AGE[/b] twenty two
* / GENDER[/b] l'homme
* / JOB[/b] n/a
* / SEXUALITY[/b] straight
* / MEMBER GROUP[/b] violent
* / MEMBER POSITION[/b] member
* / CONDITIONS[/b] extremely physically violent, adult anti-social disorder, history of violence in family, sometimes intoxication induced.
* / FACE CLAIM[/b] john o'callaghan
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[/b] sex, loud music, tattoos, alcohol, singing, pretty girls, the days he feels normal, plaid shirts, sunglasses, his motorcycle, amphetamines, sleeping, how powerful his fists are, rough sex, music from the 70s and 80s, being naked.* / LIKES
* / DISLIKES[/b] television, the asylum, family history, nostalgia, fake happiness, medications, large bodies of water, withdrawal, being out of control.
* / POSITIVE TRAITS[/b] charming, musical, good in bed, witty, intelligent, sexual.
* / NEGATIVE TRAITS[/b] violent, aggressive, anti-social at times, angry, damaged, cynical.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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[/b] chicago, illinois* / HOMETOWN
* / PARENTS[/b]
henrie gray, deceased
amelia gray, deceased
* / SIBLINGS[/b] n/a
* / OTHER FAMILY[/b] n/a
* / HISTORY[/b]
roland gray is only one case in thousands, just one more broken product of a broken home. his mother, amelia, was a poor but kind girl who got mixed up with the wrong boy. henrie was several years older than her but he had convinced her to be with him. they moved into a small apartment in chicago together. he made her feel loved for the first few months of their relationship. he was the first man to ever love her so she couldn't see anything but the good things. but then amelia got pregnant and the real, damaged, aggressive side of henrie began to rise to the surface. he drank more than ever and he pushed her around. amelia was stuck, alone inside the apartment, waiting in fear every day for henrie to come home. she had never been a strong woman and it didn't appear that anything was going to change. she let herself be abused, both physically and emotionally by him. she crawled inside of her own mind and simply took it. roland was soon born, but she could barely take care of him considering she was in a nearly psychotic state herself. she did her best to raise her son but half of the time she wasn't emotionally present. roland was a largely neglected child, and from and early age he developed a sort anti-social behavior. or at least, a less than normal type of behavior. he watched his mother be abused as a young boy before soon experiencing it himself, so there was no wonder that he would be damaged.
roland realized he was different from other children from an early age, but because of the mental instability in his genes and at home he had to find ways of staying, or attempting to stay, normal. the only thing he ever really knew was real was music, when he picked up an old guitar when he was just thirteen. at first he tried to use that to stay sane, but then the beatings came to regularly and he couldn't stand to see the empty shell of his mother wandering around his house. he hid the pain of his home life and he put on a facade to make friends. he became charming and seductive, bringing people into his made up life. he made guys his friends and he made girls fall for his crooked smile and charm. but it soon became apparent to everyone that he was not normal. he would randomly go into psychotic, violent breakdowns and say things he would never say usually. more and more people began to talk about him, he was cast off as the weird, broken one. girls he dated hated him because he was becoming more and more violent.
he was seventeen when the fateful night happened. he came home and his father had been drinking more than usual. his mother had been having a fit and wouldn't have sex with him, so he pulled out a gun. he was completely wasted, but dangerous as ever. roland watched, paralyzed, as his mother's brains were blown all over the off-white walls. his father came after him next, but he was drunk, and roland wasn't. roland managed to get the gun and he shot his father. roland sat in the blood and had a psychotic break down of his own. he wanted to hurt more people, all the people who had talked shit about him, who had called him a freak, just like his father had. but the authorities came after a call was made from downstairs. roland got off innocent, they blamed insanity, but he was sent to stanfield asylum all the same. they could tell he was violent, they could see it in his actions. he still resorted to being charming and seductive, the same sexual, twisted guy he had always been to bring people in, only to turn around and hurt them with his words or his hands. he has never understood how to be normal, how to not be violent. he's been in stanfield since he was seventeen and no matter how much he wants to get out, it's not likely any time soon.
[/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]roland realized he was different from other children from an early age, but because of the mental instability in his genes and at home he had to find ways of staying, or attempting to stay, normal. the only thing he ever really knew was real was music, when he picked up an old guitar when he was just thirteen. at first he tried to use that to stay sane, but then the beatings came to regularly and he couldn't stand to see the empty shell of his mother wandering around his house. he hid the pain of his home life and he put on a facade to make friends. he became charming and seductive, bringing people into his made up life. he made guys his friends and he made girls fall for his crooked smile and charm. but it soon became apparent to everyone that he was not normal. he would randomly go into psychotic, violent breakdowns and say things he would never say usually. more and more people began to talk about him, he was cast off as the weird, broken one. girls he dated hated him because he was becoming more and more violent.
he was seventeen when the fateful night happened. he came home and his father had been drinking more than usual. his mother had been having a fit and wouldn't have sex with him, so he pulled out a gun. he was completely wasted, but dangerous as ever. roland watched, paralyzed, as his mother's brains were blown all over the off-white walls. his father came after him next, but he was drunk, and roland wasn't. roland managed to get the gun and he shot his father. roland sat in the blood and had a psychotic break down of his own. he wanted to hurt more people, all the people who had talked shit about him, who had called him a freak, just like his father had. but the authorities came after a call was made from downstairs. roland got off innocent, they blamed insanity, but he was sent to stanfield asylum all the same. they could tell he was violent, they could see it in his actions. he still resorted to being charming and seductive, the same sexual, twisted guy he had always been to bring people in, only to turn around and hurt them with his words or his hands. he has never understood how to be normal, how to not be violent. he's been in stanfield since he was seventeen and no matter how much he wants to get out, it's not likely any time soon.
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIADAY PARADE AND IS FOR HER USE ONLY.
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIADAY PARADE AND IS FOR HER USE ONLY.
