Post by ZANE REED TYLER on Dec 21, 2010 17:22:43 GMT -5
INTRODUCING MR ZANE REED TYLER
"Turn the wheel of torture
Spin the rack of pain
Now many souls will suffer
To satisfy your game
The smell of death surrounds you
How can you hide your shame
Can we stop this nightmare
Before it starts again
"
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"Turn the wheel of torture
Spin the rack of pain
Now many souls will suffer
To satisfy your game
The smell of death surrounds you
How can you hide your shame
Can we stop this nightmare
Before it starts again
"
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Hello! My name is(kelsi). I've been on this planet for (fourteen) years, but I have (two) years of experience. You may know me from (my other charrie). I have (Kelsi Weaver, one) other crazies in this place. Thanks for reading my app! Oh, yeah, the secret word is (ADMIN EDIT!).
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Full Name -- Zane Reed Tyler
Nickname -- Zane, Big Z
Age -- eighteen
Date of Birth -- September 16
Gender -- male
Sexual Orientation -- Heterosexual
Level -- Two
Custom Title -- Zane is a meth addict and was in a gang before being instituted
Face Claim -- Gaspard Ulliel
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Likes --
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Strengths --
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Goals --
Overall Personality --Okay, so meeting this guy in a dark alleyway on a cold winters night around midnight isn’t the kind of thing you really want to be doing, but honestly, if he wants some more Meth, you better do it; he might do something to distort your face if you don’t. He‘s an asshole on the outer shell, and supposedly a nice guy on the inside, but how would anyone know that, when he’s only ever a jerk to anyone?
Okay, truthfully, if he saw a kitten in a tree, or if he saw a little kid hurt, he would help them. That’s because he remembers life with his father, and he doesn’t like seeing people in pain, unless if its him who caused it, or if there’s a liable reason for them to be in pain, but don’t pass it around, alright? He doesn’t want the world knowing he’s nice, it’ll wreck an image he‘s grown to love. If you do, well, he‘ll cut you to shreds, really.
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Hair -- Short, brown and wavy/straight, is how he wears his hair, mainly to get the ladies.
Eyes -- Brown and halfway between squinty and almond shaped, they are pretty good eyes… don‘t diss them. I warned you now.
Body Shape -- Tall with lithe muscles, this guy is built for running and being quick.
Height -- 6“2‘
Weight -- 164 lbs.
Overall Appearance --One look at this kid and you know he‘s built for two things: getting girls and being able to be fast, quick, and smart in tough situations. With his wavy brown hair falling neatly atop his head, and his brown eyes deep and intuitive, he looks like he could be a very intelligent guy… if only he‘d use his smarts for something other than fighting and sex…
His build is something that most guys wish for. He‘s not overly muscular, so he doesn‘t have that looming look of gorilla, and he isn‘t too skinny, so he doesn‘t look like a nerd with good hair. He is how he was born. He‘s tall. He‘s known that since he was born, that he was almost too tall, but now, since he‘s locked up, that seems to be in his favor amongst the ladies. Apparently they like tall men.
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Birthplace -- Los Angeles California
Ethnicity -- American
Race -- caucasion
Marital Status -- single
Overall History --Okay, I haven‘t ever really told my entire history to anyone before, so stick with me here, if you will.
I was born in California, the sunny state. I woulda been a happy baby if my dad hadn‘t been a drunk and abusive. My mom left him when I was only a baby and went boyfriend hopping ever since. I have called only two men my dad, and neither of them stuck around long enough to actually get that sort of bond with me. Don‘t worry, I turned out alright, didn‘t I? So anyway, my dad came back when I was about three, and my mom took him under her wing like a lost puppy. He had come home drunk and confused, and full of giddy abuse just waiting to come out on me.
At the first sign of a bruise on me, mom called it off and we moved to Oregon, where she got a job as a waitress, and where I met my first Meth pals. They got me hooked on it, and within the first few days, they invited me to join their gang and fight with them, I was about seven. Yeah, I was the youngest, but I was tall enough to be their age, which wasn‘t much older in the long run. The oldest was twenty four, the youngest was me. They taught me how to fight real style, ya know? Got me my first blade at ten, knew how to fight like a pro with it around ten and two months.
I grew older, and so did they. They accepted me more into the gang, and they got me my first lady at fifteen. It was the best night of my life, I tell ya. But one night I came home drunk and my mom freaked out on me like I was some sort of disease, then she brushed me off onto the Asylum, where I am today. I was about seventeen at the time. Now I have me my connections, and I still get it on whenever I can, ya know?
