Post by .:Desired:. on Nov 5, 2010 16:47:20 GMT -5
There's things that I can't leave alone
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'Cause they won't leave me alone
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What I want ain't what I need
[/color]Still I reach for the things I crave
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NICKNAMES: Donovan
AGE: 19
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual.
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
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Then try to run away
[/color]Am I afraid of being free[/font][/center]
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: Six four and around 190-200
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
He is tall and muscular in a boxer kind of way. He actually runs and works out daily to maintain this, and occasionally will sign up for some boxing classes before he drops out of them again. He's kind of looming in the way he stands. At times his chiseled face is covered with some stubble and others it is clean-shaven. His hair is either blond or black, he likes to change it around often, though sometimes he goes for a natural brown. It is more of a shag, wind-swept look.
He dresses in a more casual darker way, like he just rolled out of bed. He can come off sexy because he’s confident enough that he doesn’t care what people think and that attitude is sometimes transferred to his clothes. His eyes are a shocking deep bright blue, and contrast greatly with his dark looks.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
Facial Scar:He has a small scar through his left eyebrow made from the striking hand of his disciplinarian mother and her ring.
Wrist wound: He has a knife scar from a street fight. It is in his forearm, just about where you would call it his wrist.
Gunshot Scar: Yet another accident. Caught during the cross-fires of a drive-by, Donovan was shot. Now he hates hospitals and has two star-shaped scars, the bigger on his lower back and the smaller entry just beside his hipbone.
Bones: He has had an obviously broken collarbone that had healed wrong because it was never set right. He can't raise his right arm directly above his head. He has a very noticeable lump, the bone was set wrong. It is very noticeable when he wears lower cut shirts, or take off his hoodie. [/color][/font]
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'Cause when I'm not chasing demons
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.Horses
.Cigarettes
.Old Rock Music
.Chevy Trucks
.Bonfires.
.Different, not normal girls
.Relaxing at night in a hammock staring at the moon
.Reading
.Wolves
.Playing his guitar
.His pet
.The quiet
.Wintertime
.Boxing
.Girls who won’t say they can’t.
DISLIKES:
.Clingy/Flirty girls
.Cocky guys
.Authoritative people
.Cats
.Quitters
.Complainers
.Alcohol
.Drugs
.Staying up late
.Rap music
.Piercing on guys
.Getting taken for granted
.Bullies
STRENGTHS:
.Very competitive/ high drive to succeed
.Thoughtful listener
.Doesn’t feel like he has to fit in
.Protective drive/has a tendency to protect those who need it
WEAKNESSES:
.Comes off as rude because he doesn’t necessarily like people
.Judgmental and prejudice
.Slow to start, but strong temper.
.Defiant.
.Has a bad tendency to find it hard to forgive and to seek forgiveness
HABITS/QUIRKS:
.Doesn't speak much, he’s more of a listener
.Smokes, though not all the time
.Very impatient when it comes to standing in long lines
.Often cracks his knuckles.
.Almost always has a song stuck in his head
.Frequently has insommnia
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
He is a rather silent fellow, preferring to keep to himself. He doesn't enjoy the company of others, unless they gain his attention. He finds it much easier to simply go off on his own. He looks intimidating, but he really isn’t. He’s the kind o guy you can rant to for hours, he wouldn’t become annoyed. Loyal, he could be, but he mostly sticks to who and what he knows. He doesn’t branch out easily and hates big groups of people.
He’s kind of our typical artist, silent, brooding and dark. He sometimes can become depressed and enraged, both of which he can take quite a lot of before he breaks. He’s a strong individual, pulling through the hard times in his life because he’s a dreamer and always looks towards the future.
He is the type of best friend that’s always there and never changes. He’d do anything for those that actually get close to him. He can keep secrets and therefore often expects others to do the same. So, when they don’t or he feels like they won’t, he has a tendency to rudely push them away. Most of the time his first impression of you is the only chance you’ll get before he decides to leave you or maybe befriend you. [/color][/font]
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They hang around like perfume
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SIBLINGS: Jace, 23, rodeo-man.
OTHER FAMILY: Grandfather Will, who lives here.
PETS: One dog. He’s a malamute x Great Pyrenees Cross namedDozer
Two horses. Hothead, a Selle Francais jumper.
And a Quarter horse mare named Annabelle .
All are linked to pics by their names.
OVERALL HISTORY:
The childhood section of his life was normal. He grew up in a blossoming Alabama city. His parents were childhood sweethearts and everyone knew everyone. When Donovan was born, his mother found that he would be her last child. She doted on him, constantly giving in to whatever her crazy baby boy wanted. He was the town’s rascal. Always into something, whether it be the time he almost killed the neighbor's chicken or when he let a snake loose in the church during the Sunday morning lesson. He grew up kind of slow.
However, when his rough teenage years hit, he grew tired of the normal safe town. He hitch-hiked to Chicago. Once there, he was intent on living it up and exploring the world. Very soon, he fell in with the wrong kind of people. At first, it was simply they were the only ones that brought him into their lives. Then, it became his life. Drugs, fights, alcohol, everything his little ‘family’ did, he did. It took the various wounds and scars he received before he finally realized that it wasn’t the life he wanted.
So he changed. He went back home, though he was no longer than reckless boy he’d been. He’d become quiet, withdrawn and wary of people and there intentions. However, in return, he became a more stoic boy, a listener and artistic boy who just wished to have a quiet life.
That’s why we went to his grandfather’s farm for two years. In the beginning, it was because his mother had demanded he go for rehabilitation. In the end though, horses changed his life. He immediately loved the big hearted animals. With them, he didn’t have to worry or listen to others people woes. That’s why his grandfather sent him here, so that he could have the stable experience.[/color][/font]
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When I'm not chasing demons
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This app was made by DES. Lyrics by Kenny Chesney.