Post by criyh on Nov 17, 2011 19:38:48 GMT -5
Criyh Sen Venten
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: none;,true][cs=2][atrb=width,300] sup?. the name's Criyh Sen Venten! i go by Criyh too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am twenty three years old & going strong. oh. you've heard that I'm straight? & that I'm from Dublin ireland? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta go do shit, the gang is calling. Bye fucker'! history A little bit about myself? Well, first things first, drunk or sober me? Angry or depressed me? Better yet, which one of me? Oh did I freak you out a bit? It's a Venten thing, no, not a fucking Jersey thing, fuck Jersey. Dublin Ireland all the way. Well, more on the topic of which one of me, see... I have a bit of everything wrong with me, again it just runs in the family. I have Paranoid Delusional Schizophrenia. My Twin brother has it, my uncle has it,... No one knows if my father had it or not. He wasn't around but we gather he had. So yeah, I'm fucked up but honestly, I couldn't give two shits about it. When I have, well like I would call one of my attacks.. It's what happens when I just let my self give into the voices... I can see what I do... I know what I'm doing... But I just cant control it... I'm so over come with anger that I will just go after anyone... Even my own family. I've beaten my brother, broke I don't know how many bones in him and myself. It's like a blind rage mixed with a panic attack and god knows what else. I never lie to myself, and say that it isn't me, because it is. I know it is, and I have come to terms with that.. I have learned to sense it and tell when there about to come.. Because they never really just happen, it's a building thing. It just keeps building and building until it explodes, and anything can trigger the explosion when it's about to occur. More? Um, I'm a bit of a loud mouth. I always have to put my two cents in. It's just a habit of mine and it tends to get me into a bit of trouble. What kind of trouble? Well honestly all kinds, being shot, stabbed, the shit beaten out of me.. All kinds. Even more? Well, To my loyal friends, that I somehow manage to get, I'm just what I can describe as normal me. I manly keep female "friends" around. normally with men I get too hot headed, and competitive. Though, I can say I do have some close male friends, we usually go out drinking, party, talk shit and just have a bit of fun. I love just enjoying myself and I have to say... I highly enjoy sex... Which is another reason I don't keep many male friends, because I am brutal when it comes to my dibs. More on that sex topic.... I have a habit of using women and throwing them away. I'm not very good at commitment, well, I am... I think.. May not be anymore. I was engaged once, I cared for the poor girl immensely. Probably would have done anything for her, and by anything... I mean fucking anything. But I came home and she was fucking my brother. He was trashed, completely wasted... And she was sober... I beat the shit out of my brother, and threw her out of my life for good... And well, I decided to never try for a committed relationship again . Sure I have the girls that I fuck that I lay clamming problem over.. I can say, that I have a tendency to beat the shit out of a guy for sleeping with one of "my girls". Yeah my girls, no its not a "emotional attachment thing", its a "damn she was pretty fucking good in bed" thing. Oh yeah sober me and drunk me. Yeah I drink... A lot. Not just with my irish roots or anything... No it's worse then that. I started drinking at a younger age then most, and no it wasn't because of my fucking daddy issues. The "friends" I hung around with when we came to america were fucking gang members, and well.. I thought they did it.. So why can't I? So, that... I guess is where all my addictions started... God I love America. Land of the Dunk and Stoned. Little more? I am a very proud man, and very, very blunt and bold. It's just in my veins. I hate people who talk shit and can't back it up, and if you challenge me, I won't back down. I don't give a shit about odds or how big you are. What if I'm out matched? Mother fucker, I got a gun. Oh killing people? Really? Yeah I've done it.. It comes with my history. . personality Well I will start from the beginning, I am originally from Dublin Ireland, I lived there with my twin Ryan, my two younger sisters Kashmere and Amora and my mother. My father ditched when I was seven and never looked back. Why? Well I never bothered to find out, and I never wanted to ask to begin with. The day he walked out on us, is the day that I turned my back on him. Well thats about the time that I started hearing voices, feeling things touch me that never did.... I turned insane, at age thirteen. The little whispers turned into defined voices, the simple touches turned into grabs, My twin, started doing the same.. Mum took us to the hospital and they started doing so many tests on us. They gave us meds, I took mine for three days before I started faking it, I hated the drugs, they made me so.... Numb, so... Lifeless. I couldn't smile, I couldn't feel anything... Not happy, not mad.... Not anything. I couldn't live my life like that. So I just turned to something else that made my voices shut up... Drugs, lots of them. They ranged from the soft stroke of pot to the golden girl herself, heroine. I always had a abundant supply of it and I went down into a deep dark hole that well.. I found enjoyment out of. Oh yeah the thing about killing people, me and my brother were in a gang... Not just any gang.. We joined the Saint's at age sixteen, we would have joined earlier but they wouldn't take us any younger so we woke up on our sixteenth birthday, we signed away our lives in ink... We started on the simpler crimes, pick pocketing things that we wanted, pretty much testing our skills, how much could we steal from a store before getting caught. Then when we realized that it just came to us naturally, we started breaking into rich peoples houses. Alarm systems? Fuck there are ways to get around those, it was fucking easy. We started stealing nice ass cars, the faster the better. Ryan and I started testing each other.. We would have competitions, who could steal more, or who could wag there asses in front of the cops and ditch them in the least amount of time. It was just a fucking blast. Two years later, the gang leader got shot, and killed. Ryan and wanted that damn title... So we killed him. Our lust for power began then and with that and a little help from teen age angst the gang exploded spreading like wild fire everywhere. We, wanted everything and anything we could get our hands on... We wanted the fucking world to know who we were. We had a blast taking over all the smaller gangs, and just gaining all that respect. It was nothing more then sheer amazingness, all the tits, booze and drugs you could fucking want and more. We lived like kings, and then some. So when we got as far as we go, with the gangs and all the power we could muster... We gave the title over to our second in command and we left. Why? We just lost interest, when you were on top for so long, with people to afraid to challenge you... There was no one to fight us, everyone was just to respectful of us. It just got boring, so we left. We wanted to go somewhere where no one knew our name, or our face. We want to start fresh, and from the beginning. Why? It's fun... I love demanding respect and making people give it to me. Fuck what they say... Respect isn't earned, it's demanded. Now don't think since I gave over the saints title to someone that now I'm a good boy, no.. I still carry my guns on me, I still hold my little fucked up head high and I will put a boot in someone's face if they dare try and talk shit, I'm not afraid of anyone, or anything. Well, I didn't talk about my family to much, Lets start with my dear sisters. Kashmere and Amora. Amora, dear little Amora, she is the sweetest and youngest out of all of us, she was smart enough to want to make something out of herself.. Kashmere was a dirty little whore, but god did she have a bite on her. She was the one that always wanted to live up to the Venten name but It always seemed to be just out of her grasp.. More or less because neither Ryan or I would ever let her join the gangs. My mum... God, I can't find words to express how I feel about her. Yeah I am a momma's boy, and I don't give two shits about what you say about it... If you dare insult any of my family I will fucking kill you. No wait, I will touter you then kill you. Last but no where near least, my brother. My twin, I would do anything for that man at the drop of a hat. He is the one person in this world that I would shoot myself if he told me too, and meant it. I would, and have, killed for that man, and if you hurt him, emotionally -hahah- or physically, I will kill you. No questions asked. So, is that good enough? | [atrb=width,200] |
role play sample
Nathaniel finished his meeting with his last client of the day, he was a bit relieved and a tad aggravated at the same time that he didn’t have any more clients for the day. Relieved that he didn’t have to deal with idiotic people and there less then brilliant choices to get themselves in the predicament that they were in. Running his fingers through his slicked back hair as he showed them the door leading them out of his house before walking back inside and unlocking a drawer in his desk easily setting out a baggy of little white pills. It was a dose of speed, he popped a pill in his mouth swallowing it dry putting the baggy in his desk and locking it back standing up. He was going to need one of his ‘uppers‘ to get through this damn dance. Why in the world had he agreed to it in the first place? What the hell was with him letting this girl get to him in this way? Cursing to himself before he heard the front door close, his eyes turned to the door to see Arianna hurrying through the house. Apparently she was ecstatic about it while Nathan himself was less then amused with his whole situation. He was to be Romeo, the character himself was a symbol of romance, a love so deep that he could not live with out his Juliet. Juliet, a beauty so rare and tragic. Would he really support this? He wasn‘t the one for tragic romances, or anything of the sort, but he was sure that he‘d get laid tonight, and that… Nathaniel did support that above all things. Hell, he’d probably get laid with out the slightest bit of trouble for awhile. Though the best thing about is was Nate just on a normal day hardly ever went with out sex, and honestly nine times out of ten he didn’t have to instigate it.
Moving to another bathroom he quickly took a shower, the Speed was kicking in, and he was acting a bit jittery but that would soon wear off and he would be smooth once again besides the fact he would have to have some part of his body moving which was usually his fingers, rubbing them together, or just tapping them against his leg. After getting out of the shower, he moved to the closet he had hung the costume, and grabbed it moving to his bedroom while Arianna was in the shower, sliding on the pants, sitting down on his bed, after grabbing some socks sliding them over his feet then putting on the black slick dress shoes. Walking to look at himself in the mirror he could see the few scars over his chest and body. None of them were too terrible besides the one that was peeking out of his pants where he was stabbed. If Zach hadn‘t been there that day, he would have surely passed away. Moving he grabbed his white gold chain that he usually wore, placing it around his neck. It would stay underneath his costume shirt, more or less because he just felt naked if he didn‘t wear it.. Moving he grabbed a thin white beater to put on under everything and slipped it on over his upper body and then grabbed the white old styled dress shirt and put it on buttoning it up. Looking at himself for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. He looked ridiculous. Grabbing the red vest he slid it on, then grabbed his comb and a bit of gel to slick his hair back, looking at himself making sure each side looked perfect before grabbing the ascot type thing sliding it around his neck before picking up his ring sliding it on his ring finger on his right hand then moving down stairs putting up Lexi, and Mocha for the night, then lighting himself a cigarette, by this time the hair dryer had already came on and turned off. She wasn‘t dragging her feet, Nathaniel had no reason to bitch at the moment, besides the fact he thought he looked absolutely ridiculous at this point in time and would quickly punch someone out who dared to comment on it right now.
Flicking out the ashes of his cigarette into a ashtray on the table he breathed out the smoke. Hearing that she was getting dressed, he moved to go make sure nothing was out of place on him and moved to another bedroom, looking at himself in the mirror he checked his hair, fixed everything into place that had moved even just a inch, placing his cigarette in the ashtray so he could do so with out having a accident. Hearing her come in, he turned his head to let his blue eyes wash over her. Finding nothing wrong with her costume, and quite pleased at how she looked in it. Hearing her speak her approval of him he nodded, debating for just a moment on rather or not he should argue his point that he in fact didn‘t look amazing, he looked ridiculous. But, she on the other hand looked… Amazing. Moving to meet her with the kiss, and leaned back when she did. Watching her spin around, before hearing her seek his idea on her outfit he commented ”Beyond acceptable. you make a perfect Juliet, Arianna… Beautiful and rare..” He spoke and moved to place a claiming kiss upon her lips before he leaned back to pick up his cigarette that was now more then half way ashes. Making sure they fell off he placed a hand at the small of her back. “Are you ready to go?…” He questioned before moving into their bedroom and picked up his black leather mask, and his car keys that were on the nightstand beside the bed, casting his cool blue eyed gaze at her. He was ready to get this done and over with and never have to step foot in this costume again. It wasn’t what he was used to anymore, not that he had ever worn it before, but… He just wanted to get out of it and throw it away, or burn it… Either way it would never touch his skin again.
Moving to another bathroom he quickly took a shower, the Speed was kicking in, and he was acting a bit jittery but that would soon wear off and he would be smooth once again besides the fact he would have to have some part of his body moving which was usually his fingers, rubbing them together, or just tapping them against his leg. After getting out of the shower, he moved to the closet he had hung the costume, and grabbed it moving to his bedroom while Arianna was in the shower, sliding on the pants, sitting down on his bed, after grabbing some socks sliding them over his feet then putting on the black slick dress shoes. Walking to look at himself in the mirror he could see the few scars over his chest and body. None of them were too terrible besides the one that was peeking out of his pants where he was stabbed. If Zach hadn‘t been there that day, he would have surely passed away. Moving he grabbed his white gold chain that he usually wore, placing it around his neck. It would stay underneath his costume shirt, more or less because he just felt naked if he didn‘t wear it.. Moving he grabbed a thin white beater to put on under everything and slipped it on over his upper body and then grabbed the white old styled dress shirt and put it on buttoning it up. Looking at himself for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. He looked ridiculous. Grabbing the red vest he slid it on, then grabbed his comb and a bit of gel to slick his hair back, looking at himself making sure each side looked perfect before grabbing the ascot type thing sliding it around his neck before picking up his ring sliding it on his ring finger on his right hand then moving down stairs putting up Lexi, and Mocha for the night, then lighting himself a cigarette, by this time the hair dryer had already came on and turned off. She wasn‘t dragging her feet, Nathaniel had no reason to bitch at the moment, besides the fact he thought he looked absolutely ridiculous at this point in time and would quickly punch someone out who dared to comment on it right now.
Flicking out the ashes of his cigarette into a ashtray on the table he breathed out the smoke. Hearing that she was getting dressed, he moved to go make sure nothing was out of place on him and moved to another bedroom, looking at himself in the mirror he checked his hair, fixed everything into place that had moved even just a inch, placing his cigarette in the ashtray so he could do so with out having a accident. Hearing her come in, he turned his head to let his blue eyes wash over her. Finding nothing wrong with her costume, and quite pleased at how she looked in it. Hearing her speak her approval of him he nodded, debating for just a moment on rather or not he should argue his point that he in fact didn‘t look amazing, he looked ridiculous. But, she on the other hand looked… Amazing. Moving to meet her with the kiss, and leaned back when she did. Watching her spin around, before hearing her seek his idea on her outfit he commented ”Beyond acceptable. you make a perfect Juliet, Arianna… Beautiful and rare..” He spoke and moved to place a claiming kiss upon her lips before he leaned back to pick up his cigarette that was now more then half way ashes. Making sure they fell off he placed a hand at the small of her back. “Are you ready to go?…” He questioned before moving into their bedroom and picked up his black leather mask, and his car keys that were on the nightstand beside the bed, casting his cool blue eyed gaze at her. He was ready to get this done and over with and never have to step foot in this costume again. It wasn’t what he was used to anymore, not that he had ever worn it before, but… He just wanted to get out of it and throw it away, or burn it… Either way it would never touch his skin again.
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