Post by BREXTON "REX" PEELER on Feb 10, 2010 9:19:10 GMT -5
BREXTON “REX” PEELER.
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* FEELS JUST LIKE WE'RE LOSING CONTROL.
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TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
"Name’s Brexton but everyone just calls me Rex. I’m twenty-five years old and I’m one hundred percent heterosexual. My birthday’s on the forth of April.. I’m male obviously.. What else? I graduated from high school but didn’t quite make it to college cause I was countin’ on a football scholarship but I tore my ACL right up in Senior year and everything just went down hill from there..
People say I was a lot happy before then and that I got kinda mean and bitter after that incident.. I don’t wanna comment either way cause people say a lot of things and sometimes it ain’t true but I’m not sayin’ nothin’ anyway so just forget I even brought that up. A lot of people also say I kinda look a lot like that actor, Jensen Ackles, but like I said before.. People say a lot of things but that don’t make it true. Either way I still think I’m damn sexy and if you disagree you can just go to hell.
I’m really not sure a bad guy.. I got no patience for assholes and crazy people but I’m nice enough to everyone else so who cares if I might not be as sympathetic as some? No one was sympathetic when my football career went down the damn drain so who cares, right?"
TELL US ABOUT YOUR MEDICAL HISTORY.
[/size][/font]"There ain’t a damn thing medically wrong with me.. Except for when I tore my ACL.. That sure put an end to my football career. I worked so damned hard for that and it was all gone in one stupid moment in one stupid game.. I went left when I should have gone right and that was my football career over.
I guess I also have that anger management problem.. At least that’s what the courts decided after that fight in a bar.. Said I had to go to anger management classed before I could go back to doing security. I say, it ain’t my fault people keep pissing me off all the damn time! It’s ain’t my fault they’re too damn drunk or too damn crazy to act like a normal human being. I don’t see why I gotta have all that sympathy nonsense I’ll leave that job to the girls.. I’m just gonna do what I’m here to do and I won’t give a damn who gets yelled at or shoved cause they probably deserve it.
Being angry ain’t no damn medical condition either so it’s really just my ACL.. I dunno what else to tell you… I’m perfectly healthy otherwise and I’m in great shape, I’ll prove it too.. Just cause I can’t play football anymore don’t mean I can’t still kick your ass so just try me! I got no tolerance for people who talk but can’t throw a punch when it comes down to that. To me, that’s just weak. I’ve never been that way and I ain’t makin’ allowances for weak-ass individuals who got nothin’ better to do than to whine and complain.. I can’t stand these crazy people either but it’s not like I have much of a choice. If I hadn’t have been fired from my last job at the bar then I wouldn’t even be here right now so I guess I gotta just make the most of it."
HOW CAN WE ACCOMODATE YOU BETTER?
[/size][/font]"Hell, if you wanna be all accommodating and shit I ain’t gonna complain. Let’s see now.. I like a beer or two on the weekends but I never over do it. Wouldn’t wanna end up like some of those drunk assholes I used to beat on when I worked at the bar. I know my limits and everyone else should too, there’s just no excuse for crazyness or stupidity.
What I don’t like is probably the easiest to list and the most obvious too.. I don’t like people who make excuses for themselves like dammn I’m drunk or Look at me I’m just crazy. I don’t stand for that shit. Zero sympathy is my motto. I don’t like when people don’t listen to a goddamn thing I say. I got no patience for that and no one better expect it either cause they ain’t gonna get it.
I can’t say there’s much I’m afraid of.. I’m probably way easier to piss off than to scare and that’s a fact. You can quote me on that. I wouldn’t say I got much in the way of weakness either, except maybe for the fact that I get angry pretty easily and I just don’t sympathise with people. Strengths is easy though. I’m damned good at my job and you better believe it! I guess my strong work ethic kind of plays a part in that. I don’t take shit from anyone and I get things done. People like when you get things done it makes everything go smoother and I can provide that.
I don’t really have secrets. Never saw the point. I tell it like it is and everyone knows about my past. The torn ACL’s probably the biggest things.. My dad used to push me really hard to get that scholarship and I could have too if it weren’t for that damned game that ruined everything and that asshole that caused it. They say he didn’t break any rules or anything and the game went on but I never got over it.. I think if I saw that guy again I might actually kill him.. No, forget that.. I take that back.. I ain’t that crazy."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR PAST.
[/size][/font]"It’s pretty basic. I was the football star in high school. My dad used to push me to do better even when I was doin’ better than everyone else but he was just lookin’ out for me, wanted me to do great and I did. I was awesome back then, you shoulda seen me.. In fact, there are probably some videos on youtube if you wanna go huntin’ around for ‘em.
Anyway, I was truly great and I was datin’ the head cheerleader and life was good. School was alright but I never cared much about it. Football was the most important thing for me. It was my only ticket out of that damned town but in Senior year one game before the finals, some asshole knocked me down and I tore my ACL.. One game away to a scholarship and it all goes to hell.
That week was the worst week of my life. Dad never looked at me the same way again. I lost the one thing I was good at and without that I was pretty damned useless and I guess he knew it too. Haley, my girlfriends at the time, the head cheerleader and future Prom Queen, was great at first. She was really there for me but when it got clear I wouldn’t go to college and my grades weren’t all that great, she dumped me for my best friend, that asshole Derrick.. Right up until this point my life kind of seemed like a really bad teen movie which is why I hate teen movies but things changed after that.
I graduated and everything and go to workin’ security at this bar. There were a lot of assholes in there, the place really needed a lot of securin’ I can tell ya that much. It was alright for a while but then I beat up some guy pretty bad and had a court date and everything.. They stuck me in anger management for a while.. That was just bullshit.. I came out the same as when I went in. So now they don’t want me back at the bar and it takes someone with balls to work at a mad house like this one so here I am, ready to work."
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?
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THE MASTERMIND BEHIND IT ALL.
[/size][/font]hey, my name is -V-.[/color] i have Many[/color] tracks spinning on my record. this is my FIRST[/color] character. i have been roleplaying for Over A Decade[/color]. the password is 'silicone and saline' poison, inject me' [/color].[/font][/size]
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Lyndon still had his reading glasses on which wasn't a particularly good thing but the boy tended to be a fraction too absentminded when he was preoccupied. Walking down the street, he had his mind focused on his work, the papers were held close to his body quite protectively in his arms. They were his work, his very important bits of work that were some how going to come together quite nicely and form his dissertation and then everyone would be in awe of it and proclaim him to be the best thing to happy to his field of study in a long while... Or at least that was the plan.
Lyndon's scholastic life had been rather dull. When the other students weren't mocking him for whatever reason, he was locked away in his room studying. He didn't think he was much of a genius, just that he had a lot more time spent on his studies than anything else. Skipping a year or two here and there became quite routine for him and now and almost twenty, his dissertation was close to getting finished and he would have his doctorate.
Students at that age were always cruel as far as he was concerned. Lyndon had studied at a very prestigious all boys boarding school and was tormented for being gay and when he turned to studying, they tormented him for being too bloody smart. Either way there was no winning and before long he had given up completely on making friends which meant that he lacked a few key social skills. It didn't seem to affect his quality of life terribly much though, with his attending Oxford and now coming here, away from the people who had teased him in school, to do his dissertation.
Walking up the street, his eyes were focused on the ground until he was struck by a force, with a yelp, his papers fell to the ground and Lyndon scrambled to gather them up and re-order them, not even looking at whoever it was that had bumped into him and caused the accident in the first place. No, his papers were of the utmost importance and everything else could bloody well wait for his attention. Unfortunately a few of them had fallen near a drain and gotten a little wet, picking them up, Lyndon look purely horrified.
"OH not the bleedin' polytrope equation!" he exclaimed, though not terribly loudly. Lyndon could get quite melodramatic when the mood strikes but he had never really been the loud type. He knew he could simply re-print the page he needed but right now he was busy morning the lose of those few pages..
Lyndon's scholastic life had been rather dull. When the other students weren't mocking him for whatever reason, he was locked away in his room studying. He didn't think he was much of a genius, just that he had a lot more time spent on his studies than anything else. Skipping a year or two here and there became quite routine for him and now and almost twenty, his dissertation was close to getting finished and he would have his doctorate.
Students at that age were always cruel as far as he was concerned. Lyndon had studied at a very prestigious all boys boarding school and was tormented for being gay and when he turned to studying, they tormented him for being too bloody smart. Either way there was no winning and before long he had given up completely on making friends which meant that he lacked a few key social skills. It didn't seem to affect his quality of life terribly much though, with his attending Oxford and now coming here, away from the people who had teased him in school, to do his dissertation.
Walking up the street, his eyes were focused on the ground until he was struck by a force, with a yelp, his papers fell to the ground and Lyndon scrambled to gather them up and re-order them, not even looking at whoever it was that had bumped into him and caused the accident in the first place. No, his papers were of the utmost importance and everything else could bloody well wait for his attention. Unfortunately a few of them had fallen near a drain and gotten a little wet, picking them up, Lyndon look purely horrified.
"OH not the bleedin' polytrope equation!" he exclaimed, though not terribly loudly. Lyndon could get quite melodramatic when the mood strikes but he had never really been the loud type. He knew he could simply re-print the page he needed but right now he was busy morning the lose of those few pages..
