Wilson, ethan benjamin

[ethan benjamin wilson]

ETHAN WILSON

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So come on boy
let's shake it,
ya take me to the floor,
I'll bite your lip & scratch your back,
I swear I'm not a sleeper.


I'D STAY THE HAND OF GOD[/color]
BUT THE WAR IS ON YOUR LIPS[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE]. I'VE BEEN JUMPING AROUND THIS WORLD FOR EIGHTEEN YEARS NOW, BUT ONLY FOUND THIS SPOT FIVE YEARS AGO. I WAS LED TO THIS HAPPENING PLACE BY CHRIS. IF YOU LISTENED CLOSE ENOUGH, YOU COULD HEAR NO ONE, BUT I GUESS THAT DOESN'T MATTER TOO MUCH. LASTLY, I'D JUST LIKE TO USE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO SAY I LIKE MUFFINS. OH! WAIT! AND I LIKE londonbby[/color][/font]
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BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES

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EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE] Ethan Benjamin Wilson
NICKNAMES: Ethan
SEX: Dood
AGE: Teen x6
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual
ETHNICITY: Irish
MEMBER GROUP: vampire
COURT: red
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon[/color][/font]
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THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT

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AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE] Kyler Krunk
HAIR: Sandy Brown
EYES: Bright blue
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'3" & 124 lbs
BODY TYPE: Short, slender
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Big, bright smile, his blue eyes.[/color][/font]
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TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE

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BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE] kitties. boys, lots of them. photography. his little sister who died. his eyes. boys with blue or green eyes. tight clothes. friends. hook ups. attention. boyfriends. friends that are girls. drama. drinking - blood of course. cutting others. taking control. human blood.
DISLIKES: cars, planes. the man who brought him up. swimming. people who make fun of him. people who leave HIM in the morning. the life he had lived before. his twin sister for leaving. girls that try and hit on him. roses. chocolate. strawberries.
STRENGTHS: His ability to seduce. his accent... it helps with the seducing. his overall strength. his height.
WEAKNESSES: pretty eyes. sweet smelling blood. flowers. pretty boys.
HABITS/QUIRKS: taps his fingers when he's nervous. acts like a child most of the time. likes to steals other peoples boyfriends.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Ethan is a very outspoken boy. He will say something if he knows it's wrong, but he won't tattle. That's something that he had learned from his parents. He should even lie once in a while. He likes to think of himself as a perfect gentleman, which he is. He will never make a woman feel out of place. That was also how he was brought up. To treat people with respect. But this is obviously just a facade until he gets his way with them.

Although he is all of these things, Ethan is a very intelligent person. He may be intelligent beyond his years, but he does have a very short temper and cannot deal with tutoring people. He is also very open minded about a lot of things, and some he isn't. He doesn't like how he is so bad at physical activities such as sports, but he makes up for it in brains. If you tell Ethan something and he swears never to reveal it, it shall never be heard by someone else. He is a rather trust worthy person, but has trust issues with other people. He learned that he shouldn't trust everyone he meets. Short temper is currently residing within young Ethan. He has a short temper. If something is said and he doesn't like it, he'll tell you right away. If you call him out, he'll dish it right back at you. Every word he speaks gets him into trouble it seems, and he doesn't like that. It's always bugged him that his short temper and foul mouth should get him in a crap load of trouble.

There is also the little fact that he acts like a five year old most of the time. He's childish to the point where people actually think he's 12. Sometimes it's hard to deal with him because of his weird attitude mixed with his child-like behavior. Most of the time he get's one peoples nerves but people just can't help but like him.[/color][/font]
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LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE

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MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE] MOTHER;; Rolanda, 45, living, unknown occupation
FATHER;; Reagan, 49, living, unknown occupation
SIBLINGS: Jesse, 4, desceased
OTHER FAMILY: none
PETS: Yellow boa constrictor named Nanners
OVERALL HISTORY: Ethan's history is not some fancy or happy story. No, his story is filled with regret, sadness, hate, love, remorse. He's never had a true family to go back to when things go wrong, and the only one that ever seemed to understand this young male vampire was his little sister Jesse who died at the age of four. She wasn't strong enough for what she was. That's what his father had told him, but Ethan knew better than that. He knew what had happened to his best friend and little sister. But that part of his story comes later.

First, you have to get the details of how this male came to be. Both of his parents have been together forever. Seeing as the Red court can reproduce, their lust for each other became too much and within weeks of their interactions, Ethan was created. His parents were betrothed to each other ever since they were born. And an arranged marriage can lead to troubles along the way.

Just shortly after the birth of their son, their problems started to deepen and become worse. They would often take it out on the young vampire boy, who showed strength beyond that of a normal human. Ethan would often try and defend himself against the little beating he would get, but it was no match for a fully grown vampire. Of course Ethan was still a fledgeling. Now, he had to endure years of this until his little sister was born. This was the turning point in the two elder vampire's relationship. But it didn't. It really didn't.

Reagan was so angry with the fact that he had a baby girl that he wouldn't even come home after work or anything. Ethan would stay with Jesse and help her stay strong through her young years. He was her father. He was her best friend, he was her brother. One night, the night of the girls fourth brithday, Reagan came home in a fury. Let's just say that things didn't blow over well and the sixteen year old tried to put an end to it. And his sister mysterisously went missing the next morning. Now he finds himself here, trying to stay with his group, trying to stay true to himself, trying to fit in.[/color][/font]
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WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE

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LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE] Painted Dreamer
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

The girl watched as a little voice echoed through her ears. Her voice was just as beautiful as her face, something that Raykel wouldn't mind waking up to in the morning. Mind you, Raykel was always the one to rush things. She rushed into too many things, and this is where it got her. An addiction to speed, to alcohol, to girls. They were addictions, bad habits, her life. But she knew that she was so much better than that, and so did her folks, but sometimes she wondered. Trinity. What a name. And a hand was offered to her as well. A light pink tinged her cheeks and Ryakel took the soft hand in hers. She had the sudden urge to just lace them together, but fought off that feeling, not knowing if Trinity swung her way.

But guessing by the way she was shying away a little and the way she was playing with her drink... there might just be a little hope for Raykel. Yes, Raykel never really was attracted to men, just the same sex. It was hard for her to find girls that liked her, and not just wanted to be with her because she had a nice stash. It's happened before, and she didn't want it happening again. The bar tender looked at the two girls and smiled a little before nodding toward Ray's drink. She nodded back and he gave her another beer. She took a long swing before she was asked another question. The sultry and sexy voice rang through her ears once more and she nodded her head. "Yeah, like usual," she replied gently with a light giggle.

The alcohol was having a slight effect on the girl as she started looking at Trinity. She bit down on her lower lip as viosons danced through her head. Shaking them out of her mind she took another sip of her drink before looking at Trinity with a dazling smile. "What about you?" She asked raising a thin eyebrow. "Got a man wandering around?" She asked with a light laugh. To her, this was something funny, but to others, it might have come off as rude and uncharming.

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CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES

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AND MY PROMISES ARE SAND[/font]

THIS HURR APPLICATION WAS CREATED BY CAPPIE, AKA CAPPIECCINO ! OF WHC or AVALANCHE of CAUTION. THE TITLES ARE LYRICS FROM THE SONG 'MAYBE TOMORROW IS A BETTER DAY' BY THE FAHMAZING BAND CALLED POETS OF THE FALL. THIS CODE WANTS TO BE USED, BUT DON'T ABUSE IT. BASICALLY, YOU CAN CHANGE THE COLOURS, BUT DON'T EFF WITH IT ANY MORE THAN THAT AND DON'T TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF![/color][/center]