Post by Xi Coleman on May 28, 2011 22:22:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i1022.photobucket.com/albums/af347/WiccanStars/14e9a45.gif), width: 400px; height: 400px;] jordan. fourteen. male. 4 years. e-mail. the sea is wine red. this is the death of beauty. the doves have died. the lovers ( HAVE LIED - - - - ! ) My name is Xi Coleman. Yeah, you heard me. Xi. Pronounced "zee." Get it? I'm eighteen, and I go to Richmond High. Why? Pretty simple; I'm a freak. Weirdo. Oddball. Whatever term you'd like to use, I'm exactly that. Except you probably shouldn't say that to my face, because I will rip your damned throat out. I'm bisexual. I like guys and girls. Rods and rings. You get the picture. I think that's all. All right. Now that this whole introductions crapola is over, let's get to the real stuff. I'm a...kind of kind person. Sure, I make friends, I laugh, and I help people, but I lack that sort of..."friendly glow" that people like. My only issue is that I'm a "straight-to-the-point-and-no-sugar-coating" person. Of course, this is only when I'm mad. Really, I'm a nice guy. I'm fun, I guess... Anyway, there's a few things people always know about me, and that is that I love animals. No freaking joke. Like, something about the furry cute guys just makes me feel warm inside. Which, I suppose, isn't exactly the hardest thing to do, but it's still relatively impressive. On the other hand, I hate bugs. I don't know a single human (or half-human, for that matter) who does like them. Bleh. Beady eyes, creepy feelers. Not my style. I'm more of a "cute-little-ducky" kind of guy. What? I have a soft side. Don't judge me. Now, I'm sure you're pretty interested in hearing more about my little flaws and such, so I'll go on. I like a lot of things, ranging from pizza to...trees. Yeah. Trees. Nature. Pretty flowers. It's actually sort of embarassing. Anyway, one thing I am not fond of is school. Numbers, words, blah blah blah. It all goes in one ear, does a somersault, and comes out the other, slightly confused as to why it went into my head in the first place. I'm sure you really want to hear more, dont you? Well, too bad, because you need to know why I'm like this. My exact history, head to toe. I guess I'll start from the top... You could say that I was well-cared for. The Coleman family are very wealthy, you see. So I was rich, is basically the point I'm trying to stress. As a baby, I was mostly left alone by my father, left to be cared for by a nanny who I realize now was more of a mother to me than my parents. My dad's name was Manny George Coleman II. He looked just like me, except for his blue eyes. I always knew that he loved me, but he was just terrified of what I could do. He always knew I was different, whether it be the weird accidents, creepy tachers, or odd friends, he always knew what I was. My mother never told him, of course, but he was observant enough. Enough to know that I was just that much different from the other kids. Anyway, back to my history. As a kid, my life was turned upside-down and flipped around. I was pretty much the perfect disaster. Left and right, accidents happened, and all of their sources seemed to revolve around me. It's not like I was a trouble-maker, or anything; I wasn't. But the teachers looked at me like I was a freaking hurricane. I was kicked out more and more often. My dad put me into therapy that I didn't need. The therapy wasn't the worst though. When I turned thirteen, I figured out that my mind was ripping at the seam. I began to become more disconnected to my family. I didn't talk to my friends as much, and I started to cut myself. By the end of middle school, I had a grand total of fifty-three cuts on my body. Couldn't say where. Everywhere, I guess. Arms, legs, stomach...anyway, this was around the time that my heart started to unravel as well. Not only did it unravel, but it re-stitched and padded itself all over. I figured out that I was bisexual. Looking back, I should have seen it sooner. I already began to pull away from the guys as friends and look at them in a different light. At the time, I thought I'd turned completely homo, and decided to keep this to myself. I kept a steady girlfriend through this time, but she noticed eventually. When we broke up, I looked back on the days I had spent with her. I did still like girls! Ha! Screw you, homosexuality. Uh...not that homosexuals are bad, or anything... Eh, nevermind. Anyway, shortly after our break-up, I decided to "come out of the closet," as they say. People were shocked. Sure, they expected that loser kid in the back of the classroom, but Xi? Mr. Rich? Nope. To hide their surprise, they teased me, and made fun of me. Some people asked really stupid questions like "Are you gay?" and I would respond (with the most sarcastic tone I could muster), "Li'l bit." and walk away. I became the talk of the school. Mr. Bigbucks goes for guys. Ha. Suckers... After a month, the questions stopped, the teasing ceased, and the conversations drifted away to other things. Then the school year ended, and I was sent to Richmond. Richmond, I thought, is pretty much the best place anyone can think of. I mean, seriously? A freaking archery club? Talk about awesome. After one year at Richmond, I never wanted to leave. So...I didn't. My father requested that the headmaster let me stay year-round. I, on the other hand, requested for a damned house. Hell--a damned mansion! In the end, I wound up with my grandmother's old manor. The place was awesome. It was small, but open and subtle, unlike the previous of my life. Well, that seems to conclude this little "story of my life" bit, doesn't it? Oh, wait. I forgot; you can't see me. Sorry! As I said before, I look a great deal like my dad. I have light brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. My skin is relatively pale, but not "I-could-run-chalk-ver-my-body-and-no-one-would-notice" pale. It has a nice color to it, and I always had a flush in my cheeks. I dress casual, but I'm capable of fashion, if I want. I always have a little beanie on, if possible, and I normally wear a black, gray, or dark green hoodie with a tight-fitting undershirt. Jeans are mandatory, and my motto is "go skinny or go to Hot Topic" in that department. In terms of shoes, however, it's just normal Chuck Taylor's. Nothing extravagant. I believe that concludes all of this. |
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