When you live in a world like today, you know life isn’t all peaches and cream. Humanity tries to turn a blind eye to those ‘underground societies’ that seem to rule our streets; they’re the reason pretty little girls don’t go wandering the streets late at night all alone, they’re the reason you don’t go down that dark alley, they’re why you have a fresh crease across your throat and you’re wallets a hell of a lot lighter. And yet, we try to go on pretending nothing is wrong. Ignore it and it’ll go away? Not likely. Instead this threat grows and mutates like cancer, spreading untreated through your body. Turning everything black.
In this bitter world of blood, sex and drugs, bad things happen. And as this disease spreads to the next generation, teenagers find themselves lying numb at the end someone else’s mattress. Clinging to themselves, shaking. This is the turning point. From here, two things happen. One, the child recovers, learns from their mistakes and take the other path through life. The alternative – two – the child gets hooked to experience, they lust it. They want more.. and so they get infected with this life. And nothing can protect them from their own demise, their own destruction.
Their lives disintegrate. They leave their mothers, let them cry. Their school lives go sour, if they go at all. They have their own ‘parties’, much opposite the parties with innocent punch and spin the bottle. Here there is snorting and shooting, fornication and buggery. The air here is thick with sweat and smoke. The music is a dull thud, resounding in the ears of a hundred kids with dilated eyes and deluded minds. Everything wrong with the world in one house. A house that belongs to no-one, but the unsuspecting owners, wherever they may be.. an unwelcome surprise upon their return..
You are here. You are in this house. You are popping pills, snorting crack, fucking someone you don’t know, passed out on the floor, bruising someone for money, for the drugs they can’t pay for.. you are part of this blind spot on the ugly face of the world. And something bad is about to happen. And there’s nothing you can do about it.
You can’t plot reality..Rules:+Swearing is allowed of course, but not to be used in excess, and not at all ooc.
+Sexual intercourse between any genders is allowed, but again, not in excess or with
all the gory details..
+No more than two characters per person, unless given permission by myself.
+Violence is expected, but no seriously wounding other characters, or killing, without permission from myself and the other Role-Player.
+Although the plot of this RP has been limited to one or two major events, leaving creativity to flow, I don’t want stupid plot twists that solve the world, or adversely doom everyone. Minor things – feel free, major, or if you’re not sure – contact me.
+No God-modding, lime-lighting or Power-playing.
+I know this is going to be filled with the anti-social type, but keep in mind, you do have to get on with people, or your character will be completely isolated.
+Drugs, alcohol, smoking, violence and sex – to clarify – are all allowed, but not in excess, I can’t stress that enough.
+Enjoy.
[b][color=crimson]They called me[/color][/b] [Name]
[b][color=crimson]But I'm known as[/color][/b] [Nickname/Alias]
[b][color=crimson]I've survived[/color][/b] [insert age] [b][color=crimson]years..[/color][/b]
[b][color=crimson]Funny enough, I'm a[/color][/b] [girl/guy]
[b][color=crimson]I'm addicted to:[/color][/b]
[Likes]
[b][color=crimson]I'm repulsed by:[/color][/b]
[Dislikes]
[b][color=crimson]If you know me, you know I'm like this:[/color][/b] [Personality]
[b][color=crimson]It all started here:[/color][/b] [History]
[b][color=crimson]If you've caught a glimpse of me, it would look like this..[/color][/b] [Description/or/Image]
My form:They called me Jared Moore
But I'm known as Just Jared..
I've survived 17
yearsFunny enough, I'm a Guy
I'm addicted to:+Malboro Red
+Cocaine
+Jack Daniels
+Weed
+Guys and girls
+Drawing
I'm repulsed by:+School
+Hangovers
+Comedowns
+Pop music
+Faghags
If you know me, you know I'm like this: Jared his been made bitter and cold by his chosen lifestyle. He can't trust anyone. He's in debt to a lot of bad people, which makes him pretty paranoid. He does have a few friends, but their not really friends in the traditional sense, they're more people with common interests to his. For example, there’s Lucy, his pot-dealing friend. Or Ryan, another dealer, who's always up for a good time. Amanda, she always knows where the best parties are. There are only a few reasons to keep these people around, to get laid, to get out, to get a hit. Jared has a one track mind, the few times he thinks ahead are when he's in trouble and weighing options, or when he's wondering where his next hit will be coming from. He still lives with his parents, although he's always either in his room or out somewhere. He does occasionally go to school, but that's usually only to get away from his parents. He starts most mornings with a coffee and a hangover. He's a thief, a smooth-talker and a complete Junkie. He would be doing well at school if he applied himself, because he is quite smart. He's just stopped caring though.
It all started here: With his first time, with a guy. Clinging to an old pillow at the age of 14, feeling used and violated. Staring wide-eyed at the snoring figure of his rapist.. that's what it was, practically rape, despite his consenting. Faced with the same choice as many, but maybe younger than some, he decided not to go back. Sitting in the foetal position, right there, right then. He changed his life for the worst, as he pulled a cigarette from the trouser pocket of the other guy. And stifling a cough.. his life has never been the same again. Embarking on a sudden down-hill fall into the ugly pit of the earth, Jared found himself involved in all the wrong things, and yet he just indulged, never once thinking of the consequences.. It's hard to tell now if he has any regrets. He's just a stone.
If you've caught a glimpse of me, it would look like this.. He is just that little bit taller than most boys his age, well actually, he’s quite a bit taller, but he tries to hide it by hunching over, and because he does this so much, he has a permanently hunched back. He is also very pale, he tends not to get a lot of sunlight. His face is very pointed and seems to be an arrangement of sharp angles. From his straight nose, to his sharp thin lips and triangular jaw. His eyes are the only exception, being large and wide, and the deepest shade of blue. He seems to have abnormally long lashes which give him a feminine appearance, he accentuates this with the odd application of thick black eyeliner from time to time; but this only draws attention to the dark bags under his eyes.
Jared has a crushed brown-sugar sprinkle of freckles across his cheeks and his lips are chapped and a pale pink. As he is shockingly thin a bony, his ribs jut out painfully, the white of the bone almost visible through his thin flesh. Jared tends to wear black skinny jeans, and dark slim-fit tees. His normal attire also consists of a black heavy jacket with a white fur-trim hood, which he insists goes with everything, as well as his trusty pair of heavy black boots. Many people judge him plainly on his hair. No, it’s not a mad Mohawk or died fifty different colours, it’s actually just it’s natural dark black/brown, but he wears it just below his chin; it’s wavy and straggly and hasn’t been brushed for a long time, and hangs down over his face in a maze of rat-tails and dead-ends.