Post by loki on Nov 17, 2011 21:36:47 GMT -5
Loki Xavier Brooks
| [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 Loki Xavier Brooks! i go by Loki too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am twenty years old & going strong. oh. you've heard that I'm straight? & that I'm from OC California ? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta go do shit, the fighting ring is calling, I got a fight scheduled. Bye fucker'! history Well, to start off this whole story…. My mom had a god awful boyfriend.. Like honestly, he was shit. “The dick” liked to fuck the whole town, but some how my mother fell for him and his arrogant manner, and the dick fell for her too. So much so he wouldn’t let her with any other person in the world, he’d wreck her dates show up and pretty much either scare the dude off or steal her away. It didn’t matter, my mom was his. So of course, every couple in love.. What do they do? They fucked. And that’s what mom and “the dick” did. They fucked. A lot… They were pretty much inseparable until my uncle was shot and killed trying to do his job, which.. Was amusingly enough, a bounty hunter. He went after the wrong guy which hated “the dick“ because well pretty much everyone hated him. “The dick” couldn’t handle it. I guess everything in the world reminded him of his brother and he had to leave. Which left my mom, with me. Of course, mom was going to tell “the dick” that she was pregnant with me, but… She didn’t think it would change anything, or she felt guilty, or maybe she just thought he didn’t want a kid. I don’t know, and honestly I don’t give a shit. I don’t need a father. So, mom gave birth to me, and raised me on her own along side her best friend Elaina. I was raised along side Ryan and Criyh Venten, and their little sisters. They are my family, as are a few members of the gang. I tend to do some odd and ins of jobs for Ryan and Criyh when I can for some extra money. Fighting brings in it’s fair share but not enough for all the shit I like to do, and not to mention it’s not a stable job, and well you know.. I like to spoil myself because I deserve it… Because I am amazing and what not. I have few other hobbies that I like to do as well.. I have a thing for rebuilding cars and bikes so I like to have some extra money on the side for it. So, back on the story. Mom started dating other guys, and of course I couldn’t let my mom end up with another dick, right? What kind of son would I be? So I kept chasing them off, of course asking Ry and Criyh for some pointers. Amora of course, would always chastise me, telling me my mom deserved to be happy. And she really does… When the right guy comes around, I’ll stop being a dick about it… But only then. About the age of sixteen was when I decided, that I wasn’t ready to be in the gangs yet, I couldn’t stand being ordered around, especially by Ryan. I love him and all, but I know he would abuse ordering me around far to much and tell me to go make him a damn sandwich. Fuck that shit man.. So I kept up with doing odds and ins for them, and I got my self heavy into fighting, it is where my main income comes from. I like to dick around with some racing at times, but I’m not addicted to it that much. personality Huh, well I‘ve have been told over the years that I‘m just like my father. I have a sarcastic look on life, I mean why take it seriously? Were all just going to end up dead anyway. I want to have fun… So that’s what I do. I hate feeling like I am chained to anything in this world, I want to enjoy what I do and live with absolutely no regrets. Honestly what‘s the point in them? Why take back something that you did in life? Because hell, if you did it in the first place there must have been a reason for it. Of course, you know the line “everyone makes mistakes” comes into play… Fuck that shit. More? I just fucking live for the moment, if I want to do something, I do it. So I guess you can call me stubborn, thick headed or how ever you want to word it. I guess it can be considered a flaw, hell in that case I got a lot of them. I’ve been labeled uncaring, unforgiving, stand offish, distant, cold, a user, man-whore, bastard,… That’s the start of it. I really don’t see it, honestly. I just don’t give a shit, like I said, I get what I want and then move on. I hate staying in one place for to long so relationships don’t really work for me. I tend to get along better with girls then I do men.. See I have a bit of a problem because I also have to be the head honcho in charge.. I guess my animalistic tendencies are a bit to strong. Uh something else? A caring side? Not likely, see I have learned that only gets you hurt in the end, and well.. I have never really felt anything more then just a casual fuck. I mean hell when I was younger I had a best friend, it was one of my dad’s friends daughters… But everyone has those little childish things of “best friends forever” shit… Hell I hardly remember her. This necklace? Oh, well yeah… It was -- Hey, don’t fucking judge me man, maybe there are a few things I just don’t want to let go of… No, that doesn’t mean shit, do you want me to continue or not? Yeah that’s what I thought you little fuck. Yeah I am very defensive, and I guess I have my fathers anger problems,.. No I’m not compensating for shit, nor do I have small dick syndrome. What, you want to see it? I don’t have anything to hide. So yeah I got into boxing when I was about sixteen… I found a underground ring, in Orange County. I never had so much fun in my life. So, after I got into that, I seemed to level out a bit. It was a blast, and fuck I earned some good money with it to. Yeah I like money, who doesn‘t? It pays for gas and food. More about the necklace? Fuck off man, I don‘t want to talk about it. No it‘s nothing… Damn it fuck off.. You‘re not going to let it drop are you?…Fine, you know what, I will tell you the whole story if you promise to just leave it alone… Thank you. | [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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