Post by ZACHARY TAYLOR CARTER. on Jan 12, 2010 7:02:14 GMT -5
ZACHARY TAYLOR CARTER.
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* FEELS JUST LIKE WE'RE LOSING CONTROL.
and if you let go, then i'll let go tonight.[/center]
TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
"well, hello. my name is zach. or if you want to be terribly formal and annoying, its zachary taylor carter. but like anyone is going to call me by my full name here, so it's zach. just zach. if you can't deal with zach, i will allow on occasion zacky, but no. zach. i am seventeen years old and my birthday is on the fifth november. yes, for all you bright sparks out there, yes my birthday is on bonfire night. kind of sucks really, but ah well. i have a penis if you hadn't guessed already, for i am male. for orientation wise, i kind of don't mind. i guess you could say i'm bisexual really. girl or boy, doesn't really matter to me. i've never taken it up the ass though, since it kind of looks a tad lot painful, minus the tad. but i suppose i wouldn't say no if someone offered to be gentle about it. sex is a bit of a... well, lets not get into it. i never really liked school. i went but i didn't exactly learn much. i know more street smarts than book smarts. but street smarts are way more important to me.
some people have said i look like this singer kid, er, whats his name again. andy sixx or something? personally i think i resemble him a little, but we couldn't be passed as twins or anything, because that would be just plain weird. if you are blind and need me to walk you through what i look like, here it goes. my hair is black and kind of long, and its straight thank god. i randomly have to straighten parts of it to stop it from going weird though. i sometimes cut it into just past my jaw, but most of the time i let it grow to my shoulders. my eyes are like a bluey grey, kind of dull but hey, you can't have everything right? i'm five foot ten, so pretty average height, and god knows how much i weight, but i'm pretty skinny. and pale, my skin is fucking pale as. i like wearing makeup, like eyeliner. and if you have a problem with that go fuck yourself. thats kind of pretty much all you need to know about me."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR MEDICAL HISTORY.
[/size][/font]"they say i have something mentally wrong with me, but they don't know exactly what is wrong with me. basically, the easiest way to describe my "problem", shall we call it, is that when i get... aroused, or teased by someone sexually or anything like that, well.. i kind of become really violent and agressive. so much so that i've raped people. i'm not pround of it at all. i hate that i can't control myself. its like, as soon as i get horny i turn into this monster. it's really weird, and no one knows really whats wrong with me. i mean, they've said i might be bipolar, i might have multiple personalitys, i might have some other crazy insane problem. i wish they did know. it makes relationships really hard for me, at least sexual ones. and i've lost many friends due to it. having a laugh about sex isn't something possible for me, because its not a joke. the doctors said that maybe there might be some way to subdue me when having sex, like a trigger, but i don't know. i don't have chance to really test that out. since anyone that tries to get near me when i want to fuck someone gets well... hurt. but i can't stop it. its like... its like i'm possessed.
i also can get really depressed about the above problem. i mean, even masturbation is a problem for me. i literally have to lock myself up in a room to do that so i don't hurt anyone. i'm not some sadistic bastard that gets off on hurting people, i'm friendly and like to help people. i get really upset when i hurt people because of my problem. people tell me not to worry about it, that they know i can't help it. but i see the fear in their eyes and its horrible. having people fear you for something thats inside of you, that controls you."
HOW CAN WE ACCOMODATE YOU BETTER?
[/size][/font]"well, i suppose the first rule would be not to give me sexual thoughts, feelings or generally anything of that nature. while i love sex when its in motion, i kind of really hate the aftermath and the person i just brutally raped asking me 'what the fuck?'. i have a fear of enclosed small spaces, but will deal with the fear if it means i can masturbate and peace and not hurt anyone. which is always best.
i like coffee, white with lots of milk, and no sugar. and i like them regulaly. my life would be not worth living without coffee, since i would probably be dead to the world without it. with that said, i like sleep. don't wake me up, i'll wake up by myself. and i get kind of grumpy about it and then for the rest of the day i'm a bit assholey. i like breakfast, and i like making it myself. i don't want any cooked shit, i was some cheerios. i only ever have cheerios for breakfast ok? and don't give me any cheap label crap, i want PROPER cheerios! thank you. i like the indoors, the outdoors doesn't really do it for me, and i love watching scary movies. i like cuddling, non-sexually of course, but i can't do kissing unfortunately because that goes straight to my groin and then bam! monster zach.
i'm pretty strong physically, but i'm not muscley. i'm a fast runner and i'm actually a pretty damn good listener, and i like to think that when i give advice its useful. i like helping people you see. but i'm not so good at letting people in, and letting them help me. i suppose you could say i'm scared of letting people in, because i'm scared of hurting them, and in a way i'm scared of them hurting me. i'm also scared of what i am actually capable of. i mean... what if the monster i become takes over more and isn't just when i'm having sex. i dred that happening. i don't like creepy crawlys, and anything thats just... weird. i don't really know how to explain it, but i just don't like weird stuff. i like cuddles, but i think i already mentioned that. i like to eat, and i will eat anything really. except nuts, because i am alergic. peanut alergy kind of sucks, i have to say. "
TELL US ABOUT YOUR PAST.
[/size][/font]"i was born in new york city, in new york state obviously. i never really liked it there, but i spent most of my childhood there with my mother and my two siblings. i never knew my father. my mother was a prostitute that fell in love with some guy, that ditched her for his actual wife that he was cheating on in the first place. entirely fucked up, i am aware. my mum is called natasha. and i know what you're thinking. she's some coked up whore that didn't know how to raise her children. well you're wrong. she's actually an amazing mother to me and my two sisters, angelica and stacey. they are twins and pretty damn adorable. they are ten years younger than me, so, yeah. mum has a boyfriend now we live in ohio. and she isn't on the game anymore, thank god. she only was ever on that to feed me, and to keep the small shitty apartment we had when i was that young. she never had sex in the house, and she made sure i was always watched by someone when she had clients. i didn't find out until much later in life. growing up was tough, i'm not going to lie. there was never much food, and mum was always tired, but we'd have fun. play with my toys and when i got older we'd watch crappy black and white tv and eat popcorn, pretending we were in the movies. mum was always amazing to me, but i knew she struggled. when we moved to ohio it was because she was pregnant with the twins, and she found bob, who is now my step-father in a way. bobs cool, he really is.
i didn't find out about my problem until recently. i'd lived a pretty much normal life up until then. i was sixteen when it first happened. i had my first girlfriend, tiffany. she was amazing. she was sweet and sexy and pretty damn popular. and it was amazing to me that she was my girlfriend. you see, i was never that popular in high school. i was the emo kid that everyone got along with but no one really cared enough about to notice. but when tiffany noticed me, well, i became quite a star attraction. i pretty much hated high school other than tiff. i was with her since i was fifteen, but when we were sixteen we decided we would have sex. i'd masturbated before and not had a problem, but seeing her there, waiting for me... i won't go into details, but she never spoke to me again. she never told anyone what i did to her, but she feared me like no one else. it happened again a couple of months later, with a boy at a party. i'd never really given much thought to being with guys, but he was hot and i wanted him. i raped him, made him bleed and cry out for help. he has to go to therapy nearly every day because of me. he, of course told on me, but they all thought i was a sadistic bastard. he never pressed charges surprisingly. mum didn't know what to think. a little later in the year, i started becoming violent when i was just sexual, masturbation started becoming a problem. i'd attack mum and try and fuck her, and that was when they decided i had a problem. my mother can't look at me anymore. and i can barely look at myself. "
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?
[/size][/font]"as stated above, don't give me anything with nuts in, i might die. i demand cheerios and if i start sexually advancing on someone, you have permission to lock me in a cage until i'm normal again."
THE MASTERMIND BEHIND IT ALL.
[/size][/font]hey, my name is LISHA.[/color] i have EIGHTEEN[/color] tracks spinning on my record. this is my FIRST[/color] character. i have been roleplaying for MANY YEARS[/color]. the password is SILICONE AND SALINE, POISON, INJECT ME[/color].[/font][/size]
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if kalix was to be on a natural history channel, it would have to be a program on either whores or idiots, or maybe bitches if the two before were not capable. because it was clear to most that knew him he was both a whore and a complete idiot. it wasn't like he was purposely a complete tool and got on the wrong side of people he should probably be sucking up to or staying the hell away from. but kalix had never been known for his sensibility, had he? no. it was like he walked about with a sign on his head saying "evil and killers this way, abuse me". hell, it wasn't just the evils and killers he seemed to get on the wrong side of these days. only that day had he been attacked by some insane for asking for a cigarette. kalix obviously had chosen the wrong person for said cigarette and had had to take a deep breath and remember where he was. a place full of loonies. of course, he couldn't speak, he was fucking one of them. so were all the people cared about and loved. after all, they were all here for a reason. well, except most of the innocent nobodies.
alas, kalix was thankfully not on a natural history channel, he was here, in this god forsaken hell hole. not that the whore had it all bad. sure he got his fair amount of sex, was protected by the leader of the killers, well, at least one of the leaders, the other unfortunately wanted him dead, but alas, he had chase on his side. and then there was his friends, who he hadn't really seen recently. kalix had been in isolation for a small while, and then had been keeping his head down to hopefully keep away from caine. ah, caine. the bastard he loved to hate but at the same time hated to love. but kalix didn't want to think about the nightmare that was his times with the leader of the evils. oh no. for the problem right now was that kalix just could not sleep. if there was one thing that sincerely pissed kalix off, and made him even more bitchy than usual, was one, not getting enough sex, and two not getting enough the sleep. the first was on the borderline of not being amazing, but sleeping, well that was really down the drain. it seemed that every time kalix came to shut his eyes he just couldn't seem to drop off. this had to be the second night in a row, and though it didn't seem all that long, it was starting to make kalix a very unhappy camper.
with a sigh kalix through the covers of his ruffled bed, his feet reaching the floor quickly, padding over and grabbing some boxers. kalix had a habit of sleeping naked, and as nice as it would be to walk about the facility naked, it was just a tad not a good idea. you never knew what people out there would do and he wanted to keep hold of his dick thank you very much. kalix padded over to his door and went out into the corridor, making sure to look around him, squinting a little at the sudden bright lights that stunned his eyes and made them water ever so slightly.
kalix wasn't overly sure where he wanted to go, and so he wandered aimlessly around the building, searching for something unknown. the young whore soon found his feet taking him toward the common room. there was nearly always someone there, even in the middle of night. the whore wasn't necessarily looking for sexual activities, though it would be welcomed if it so came along, alas he was just looking for a little company through the long night he had ahead... awake. opening the door slowly, kalix padded in, his eyes readjusting to the dimmed lights in the room. it took a few moments for him to realize that someone else was in the room, smoking. now that was something he needed, a cigarette. kalix made his way over, scrutinizing and coming to the conclusion that it was one of the killers, andie. they hadn't always got on, but all the killers knew, at least they should have known, that he wasn't to be messed with. not because he would attack and kill them, no, that was his masters job. chase hated so very much people hurting him, he was his to hurt, something kalix actually loved.
"hey, got a spare cigarette?" kalix's first words were, sitting across from the, he had to say, startlingly beautiful girl across from him, a small friendly smile on his face.
alas, kalix was thankfully not on a natural history channel, he was here, in this god forsaken hell hole. not that the whore had it all bad. sure he got his fair amount of sex, was protected by the leader of the killers, well, at least one of the leaders, the other unfortunately wanted him dead, but alas, he had chase on his side. and then there was his friends, who he hadn't really seen recently. kalix had been in isolation for a small while, and then had been keeping his head down to hopefully keep away from caine. ah, caine. the bastard he loved to hate but at the same time hated to love. but kalix didn't want to think about the nightmare that was his times with the leader of the evils. oh no. for the problem right now was that kalix just could not sleep. if there was one thing that sincerely pissed kalix off, and made him even more bitchy than usual, was one, not getting enough sex, and two not getting enough the sleep. the first was on the borderline of not being amazing, but sleeping, well that was really down the drain. it seemed that every time kalix came to shut his eyes he just couldn't seem to drop off. this had to be the second night in a row, and though it didn't seem all that long, it was starting to make kalix a very unhappy camper.
with a sigh kalix through the covers of his ruffled bed, his feet reaching the floor quickly, padding over and grabbing some boxers. kalix had a habit of sleeping naked, and as nice as it would be to walk about the facility naked, it was just a tad not a good idea. you never knew what people out there would do and he wanted to keep hold of his dick thank you very much. kalix padded over to his door and went out into the corridor, making sure to look around him, squinting a little at the sudden bright lights that stunned his eyes and made them water ever so slightly.
kalix wasn't overly sure where he wanted to go, and so he wandered aimlessly around the building, searching for something unknown. the young whore soon found his feet taking him toward the common room. there was nearly always someone there, even in the middle of night. the whore wasn't necessarily looking for sexual activities, though it would be welcomed if it so came along, alas he was just looking for a little company through the long night he had ahead... awake. opening the door slowly, kalix padded in, his eyes readjusting to the dimmed lights in the room. it took a few moments for him to realize that someone else was in the room, smoking. now that was something he needed, a cigarette. kalix made his way over, scrutinizing and coming to the conclusion that it was one of the killers, andie. they hadn't always got on, but all the killers knew, at least they should have known, that he wasn't to be messed with. not because he would attack and kill them, no, that was his masters job. chase hated so very much people hurting him, he was his to hurt, something kalix actually loved.
"hey, got a spare cigarette?" kalix's first words were, sitting across from the, he had to say, startlingly beautiful girl across from him, a small friendly smile on his face.
