Post by drake andrew sailers on Oct 8, 2011 19:56:49 GMT -5
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---------------- MAIN INFO ---------------
FULL NAME, Drake Andrew Sailers
NICKNAMES, HAZMAT
AGE, twenty two
HOMETOWN, Chicago, USA
YEAR, drop out
SUBJECT, mayhem
SEXUALITY, straight, but honestly, who knows with him
PLAY BY, JARED LETO B*TCHES
NICKNAMES, HAZMAT
AGE, twenty two
HOMETOWN, Chicago, USA
YEAR, drop out
SUBJECT, mayhem
SEXUALITY, straight, but honestly, who knows with him
PLAY BY, JARED LETO B*TCHES
---------------- PERSONALITY ---------------
LIKES, There's something about deep depression, it makes you forget about the things you once loved. Though, for practicality's sake, these days Drake likes anything that will give him a rush or a good feeling (any feeling at all, for that matter). He especially likes heroine and is freakishly addicted to it. Women, money, alcohol and gambling...and Cinnamon Toast Crunch...
DISLIKES, People who talk too much or ask too many questions. Mindless droning on everyone elses' part is good, you know? Stay out of his f**king business. The smell of lavender is a dislike, as are fighting on television shows, or in person - puts him in a grumpy mood. And he seems to have a very special place in his black, wicked heart for the successful and the happy.
FEARS, Drake doesn't fear much (that he'll let on). But since he isn't writing this, we'll put down that his biggest fear is pretty much a reality: his parents (namely, his father) being ashamed of him. At one point in his life, his father's approval was his most cherished possession. Though on a different note, Drake can't swim. Hates water. And is afraid of responsibility or of anyone depending on or caring about him. He's a screw up, after all.
PERSONALITY, Cunning, the tendency to be manipulative, and heartlessness are traits that, when woven into a single individual, should make any sensible person cut for the hills. He's a womanizer, he's a drug dealer, he's a heroine addict and, while you would never know it for sure, some speculate that he is a murderer as well. Drake is not a good news kind of guy. And while he is good at acting as and maintaining a character most fitting to whatever situation he's in, Drake, in his default form, simply radiates trouble.
The best way to describe this delinquent socially is an all around ass. A smartass, a hardass, and, yes, by any and all sane reasoning, a dumbass. Careless and indifferent, he doesn't care much about his life or yours...or much else, for that matter aside from getting his fix. And yet the devil isn't without his charm. Drake could convince you a squirrel was a rabbit if he set his mind to it, even as you watch it scurry up a tree. Mindf**king is his specialty, and he seems to nigh get off on it, women being the most frequent target of his head games. Depressed, at times suicidal, and living for nothing at all, this kid is a train wreck in a 22 year old's form.
DISLIKES, People who talk too much or ask too many questions. Mindless droning on everyone elses' part is good, you know? Stay out of his f**king business. The smell of lavender is a dislike, as are fighting on television shows, or in person - puts him in a grumpy mood. And he seems to have a very special place in his black, wicked heart for the successful and the happy.
FEARS, Drake doesn't fear much (that he'll let on). But since he isn't writing this, we'll put down that his biggest fear is pretty much a reality: his parents (namely, his father) being ashamed of him. At one point in his life, his father's approval was his most cherished possession. Though on a different note, Drake can't swim. Hates water. And is afraid of responsibility or of anyone depending on or caring about him. He's a screw up, after all.
PERSONALITY, Cunning, the tendency to be manipulative, and heartlessness are traits that, when woven into a single individual, should make any sensible person cut for the hills. He's a womanizer, he's a drug dealer, he's a heroine addict and, while you would never know it for sure, some speculate that he is a murderer as well. Drake is not a good news kind of guy. And while he is good at acting as and maintaining a character most fitting to whatever situation he's in, Drake, in his default form, simply radiates trouble.
The best way to describe this delinquent socially is an all around ass. A smartass, a hardass, and, yes, by any and all sane reasoning, a dumbass. Careless and indifferent, he doesn't care much about his life or yours...or much else, for that matter aside from getting his fix. And yet the devil isn't without his charm. Drake could convince you a squirrel was a rabbit if he set his mind to it, even as you watch it scurry up a tree. Mindf**king is his specialty, and he seems to nigh get off on it, women being the most frequent target of his head games. Depressed, at times suicidal, and living for nothing at all, this kid is a train wreck in a 22 year old's form.
---------------- HISTORY ---------------
FATHER, Andrew Sailers, national MMA champion in the USA...eh...almost
MOTHER, Kathy Brooks, RN.
OTHER FAMILY, Pyper Sailers, younger half sister
Jorden Phillips, father's best friend (practically an uncle)
HISTORY, Growing up, Drake didn't exactly have the picture of a perfect family life. His mother was...well, never a mother. And his father had no idea what to do with a baby. He was moved from home to home, staying with a friend of his father's, Jordan, and his wife, most of the time. They were the only people who ever offered any stability in his life. Once he turned five he was finally able to call his father's house his home. And, being the son of a MMA super star, Drake was frequently in the spot light.
He became enraptured by his father's work. And noticing his father's pleasant response was like dousing gasoline on the flame. Drake was good at it. He had the perfect physique and more ambition than most adults. He was a marvel, a ball of fire and lightning that was placed in higher classes with older kids because he was otherwise unchallenged. They began calling him Hazardous Material, or Hazmat. One of the trainers had a cape made for him with those letters in black and gold and the boy wore it proudly. "He makes you look like a b*tch," his father was teased. The man wasn't the sensual type, but the day Drake won his junior title by knock out, Andrew placed a hand on his shoulder, smiled, and, for the first time, told his son he'd done him proud.
That was the fondest memory Drake would ever have.
Even his mother began to get involved again due to his success. The little brat was on his way to becoming the next big competitor, the envy of his world. But all that shattered like a million laughing mirrors when a horrifying dirt bike accident nearly claimed his life.
The doctors deemed it a miracle he survived at all. Broke his back, broke his left leg, several rubs, and the kid was sliced open. Luckily the hospital was only a few miles away and there was little time between the accident and the arrival of the ambulance. Drake was 14 years old. Ever since that day, he's been 85% paralyzed in his left leg. At first they thought they were going to have to remove it, but his father insisted it stay and after two years of intensive therapy, Drake was able to walk again. Howbeit, only walk. Not run, not play sports, not jump...and certainly not fight.
They say reality hits like a sledgehammer to the chest. And for Drake, it was especially true. For so long he remained tenaciously loyal to the hope that he'd make a full recovery. But, over the years, and regretful doctor's reports, that hope slipped away. Along with everything he'd been living for.
Andrew continued with his career, of course. But after a while, Drake refused to so much as watch. The pair found themselves with little in common after that. And the shame of losing that recognition from his father, regret of what happened, and the loss of identity, slowly overcame every corner of Drake's resilience.
It started with pain pills - prescribed Lortab to ease the aches and pains that would never go away. Then it was sex and marijuana, and downhill from there. Arguments and battles between Drake and his father were quick to ensue. But Andrew had no idea how much weight his opinion truly had with the stubborn, combative teen. At 18, Drake finally broke down, slipped out his window one night, and ran. He hasn't spoken to his father since.
He began selling drugs on the streets of Chicago and grew involved with other breeds of crime. He was tipped that the pickings were good in France, and off he went with little thought or planning.
MOTHER, Kathy Brooks, RN.
OTHER FAMILY, Pyper Sailers, younger half sister
Jorden Phillips, father's best friend (practically an uncle)
HISTORY, Growing up, Drake didn't exactly have the picture of a perfect family life. His mother was...well, never a mother. And his father had no idea what to do with a baby. He was moved from home to home, staying with a friend of his father's, Jordan, and his wife, most of the time. They were the only people who ever offered any stability in his life. Once he turned five he was finally able to call his father's house his home. And, being the son of a MMA super star, Drake was frequently in the spot light.
He became enraptured by his father's work. And noticing his father's pleasant response was like dousing gasoline on the flame. Drake was good at it. He had the perfect physique and more ambition than most adults. He was a marvel, a ball of fire and lightning that was placed in higher classes with older kids because he was otherwise unchallenged. They began calling him Hazardous Material, or Hazmat. One of the trainers had a cape made for him with those letters in black and gold and the boy wore it proudly. "He makes you look like a b*tch," his father was teased. The man wasn't the sensual type, but the day Drake won his junior title by knock out, Andrew placed a hand on his shoulder, smiled, and, for the first time, told his son he'd done him proud.
That was the fondest memory Drake would ever have.
Even his mother began to get involved again due to his success. The little brat was on his way to becoming the next big competitor, the envy of his world. But all that shattered like a million laughing mirrors when a horrifying dirt bike accident nearly claimed his life.
The doctors deemed it a miracle he survived at all. Broke his back, broke his left leg, several rubs, and the kid was sliced open. Luckily the hospital was only a few miles away and there was little time between the accident and the arrival of the ambulance. Drake was 14 years old. Ever since that day, he's been 85% paralyzed in his left leg. At first they thought they were going to have to remove it, but his father insisted it stay and after two years of intensive therapy, Drake was able to walk again. Howbeit, only walk. Not run, not play sports, not jump...and certainly not fight.
They say reality hits like a sledgehammer to the chest. And for Drake, it was especially true. For so long he remained tenaciously loyal to the hope that he'd make a full recovery. But, over the years, and regretful doctor's reports, that hope slipped away. Along with everything he'd been living for.
Andrew continued with his career, of course. But after a while, Drake refused to so much as watch. The pair found themselves with little in common after that. And the shame of losing that recognition from his father, regret of what happened, and the loss of identity, slowly overcame every corner of Drake's resilience.
It started with pain pills - prescribed Lortab to ease the aches and pains that would never go away. Then it was sex and marijuana, and downhill from there. Arguments and battles between Drake and his father were quick to ensue. But Andrew had no idea how much weight his opinion truly had with the stubborn, combative teen. At 18, Drake finally broke down, slipped out his window one night, and ran. He hasn't spoken to his father since.
He began selling drugs on the streets of Chicago and grew involved with other breeds of crime. He was tipped that the pickings were good in France, and off he went with little thought or planning.
---------------- ABOUT YOU ---------------
YOUR NAME, Willy Wanka
CONTACT, Site PM system
OTHER,
CONTACT, Site PM system
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