Post by jem3 on May 14, 2012 4:22:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;][STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 36px; color: #191919; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]PERMANENT FILE[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin: 10px 10px 0px 0px; padding: 2px; border: 1px solid #000000;] [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]NAME: Demetrius AlexiouAGE: 17 GRADE: Senior SEXUALITY: Bi OCCUPATION: Student HEIGHT: 5"8 WEIGHT: 114lb FACE CLAIM: AMNESIA, Ikki PERSONALITY TRAITS:[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]Pros ♥ Charismatic ♥ Daredevil ♥ Confident ♥ Competitive ♥ Ignorant ♥ Brilliant fighter ♥ Quick learner ♥ Independent ♥ He likes kids<3 (In a non-paedophilic way xD) ♥ Good at hiding emotions Cons ♥ Possessive ♥ Short-tempered ♥ Untrusting ♥ Manipulative ♥ Keeps things bottled up ♥ Afraid of his emotions ♥ Pushover with kids ♥ Violent if his temper is pushed over the edge ♥ Volatile ♥ Reckless [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]ABOUT PAST EVENTS[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]Demetrius grew up in Greece with a caring mother, although he had never been quite as close with his father. He grew up moving from place to place, his mother had to travel a lot due to her work in the business industry. Even though his mum tried to be ever-present, she still couldn’t be home every moment of the day. Demetrius spent a lot of his time in the company of the nanny, but didn’t hold any grudges against his mum nor his dad for not being there. His mother tried to buy his love, to mend the fact she couldn’t be around. Demetri was pretty much handed everything on a silver platter, and over time began to grow bitter because of the lack of parenting. His mum didn’t have enough time to check up on how his grades were going, so he eventually stopped trying. There came a time when both Demetri’s mother and father began to drift away from him emotionally. When he was nearing his teen years, his dad had packed his bags, standing on the doorstep with a woman who he’d been having an affair with. With no goodbyes or contact information, he’d left without a backward glance. Leaving his only son sobbing on the doorstep, begging for forgiveness despite the fact he hadn’t done anything wrong. Demetri’s mother had tried to fill the hole in her heart by working harder, ignoring her son, believing he was only a bad memory of what used to be. Having nobody to tell him it was wrong, in his teen years he began to get involved in gang activity. Beating people up and stealing their wallets seemed to be a good way to vent his anger at the time. He had gotten a tattoo under one of his eyes, which marked him as a part of a certain gang in the area. He had grown out his fringe, and hidden the tattoo with it. Demetri’s mother had never suspected anything out of the ordinary until he came home in handcuffs. She had finally taken time out of work to check up him, finding only the hidden alcohol and smokes, failed exams and assignments, basically nothing positive. Finally, Demetri admitted to everything he’d done. And deciding to clear her conscious too, Demetri’s mother admitted she had been seeing someone, and they were to get married. Demetri was happy for his mum at first, which was until he met the fellow. The man seemed nice enough when his fiancé was roaming around, but in private company with Demetri, made his intentions quite clear that he wasn’t going to put up with some rebellious brat. Demetri only wanted his mum to be happy, so he didn’t say anything. After the marriage, Demetri’s new father suggested that boarding school would be a good option. Since neither parent could be home to supervise him enough, maybe the strictness of an all-boys school could tame him. The man convinced his wife that it was a good idea, and she agreed without another word. Demetri wouldn’t go down without a fight, but of course, it was two against one. He left for the Chishiki, the school furthest away from home that his father could find. Not having as much freedom as he did before, instead of returning to gang-related activities, he managed to pick up a few hacking tricks from another student. He promised himself that he would do well in school, and started to clean up his act by trying to get better grades and not lash out at teachers or his peers as much. The faster Demetri could do that, the faster he could get away from what was left of his family. He quickly shifted from the shifty-looking guy with a hoody, to a nerdy schoolboy that locked himself in his room to study. Demetri managed to get his grades back in place, but still turned to hacking as a way to replace his previous gang life. Sometimes, if people manage to push him to the edge, he’ll resort to lashing out violently instead of talking things over calmly. Some people gathered enough confidence to approach the guy with the ‘Fuck off’ sign attached to his forehead, but Demetri found it hard to let people in. The only people he had really befriended were his parents, and the people who led him to the gang stuff, which was something he was steering away from. He stayed away from any social interaction, beginning to get kind of awkward around people. He spends most of his time locked in his room, only going outside for classes and such. [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]SECRETS [/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] ♥ He was in a gang – He doesn’t regret ever joining a gang, he wouldn’t be the same person if he had never done it. But he’s still ashamed of it in some ways, and doesn’t want people to know about it, afraid that they’ll be disgusted by him. If the opportunity arose again, he would probably return to the life he once had. ♥ His father walked out on him – Demetri had always been afraid of showing any signs of weakness, so he never told anyone about one of the most emotionally effecting moments in his life. If anyone ever mentions either his mother or father to him, he manages to keep a perfect poker face and quickly changes the subject. ♥ He’s a hacker – Whenever someone may ask how he could afford those new designer boots, or that new PC, Demetri shrugs it off as old money. He manages to hide any tracks of his works online, and most of the time he’s successful. [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]LIKES & DISLIKES[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]Likes ♥ Computers ♥ Tattoos ♥ Winning ♥ Pain ♥ Giving pain ♥ Good grades ♥ Darkness ♥ Hacking ♥ Getting hammered ♥ Monehs Dislikes ♥ Arrogance in others ♥ Losing ♥ His step-dad ♥ Macs ♥ The mere mention of family ♥ Pink ♥ Dogs ♥ Guns ♥ Being taunted ♥ Sleeping [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center; font-family: courier new]application was passed by Jem[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 40px;][STYLE=background-color: #f1e3b4; font-family: courier new; font-size: 30px; color: #404040; min-height: 150px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; moz-border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px; border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px;]* d e m e t r i *[/style] |
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