Post by JULIAN KRESKAS on Jan 24, 2011 15:01:50 GMT -5
JULIAN LYSANDER KRESKAS
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
( Alaskan Klee Kai )
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
( Alaskan Klee Kai )
* SHE WEARS SHORT SKIRTS, I WEAR T-SHIRTS.
ABOUT YOU!
[/font]ABOUT YOU!
* FULL NAME Julian Lysander Kreskas
* NICK NAMES Jules, Jewel, JL, Jail.
* AGE 27
* BIRTHDAY April 28
* SEXUALITY Omnisexual
* FAVORITE THINGS
• Bars/Clubs
• Strong alcohol
• Good company
• Cigarettes
• Strong Coffee
• Rock and Roll Music
• Weed
• Wearing collars
• Fluffy fur
• Writing stories
* LEAST FAVORITE THINGS
• Being called a Husky
• Negative people
• Cats
• Being rushed into a relationship
• People who look down on him
• Hangovers
• His stash running out
* FEARS
• Being run over by a car
• Being alone for his entire life
• Silver
• Death
* GOALS
• Find a mate/settle down
• Get back in his brother’s good graces
• Write a novel
* BIGGEST SECRET
He loves being in his dog form, because people can’t see how much of a failure he is.
* WALKIN' THE STREETS WITH YOU
YOUR HISTORY!
[/font]YOUR HISTORY!
* MOTHER LeAnn Marluis Parker-Kreskas. 46. Accountant. Human. “She was the sweetest woman. But all I have to remember her by is some vague memories. O find out I was a skinwalker broke her heart, but she lived through that. After Sval had been born, and it was discovered he was, as well, she couldn’t take it anymore and left my father with three young boys to raise. But, I can’t blame her.”
* FATHER Terrence Lysander Kreskas. 47. Free-lance Artist. Skin-walker. ”This is the poorest excuse for a man. Well, skinwalker. He did his ‘best’ raising us three once mother left, but once I was legal he took off. He couldn’t handle what had become of our family.”
* SIBLINGS London Lysander Kreskas. 21. Student teacher. Human. ”My dear younger brother. We bonded well before Sval was born. And after mom had left, we were the ones that helped raise Svalwen, while we grew up as well. Currently, he has a young son, but I haven’t talked to him in so long. He won’t talk to me until I’m clean.”
Svalwen Marluis Kreskas. 18. Student. Skin-walker. ”My sweet baby brother, I love him more then he’ll ever know. Even though he knows about my lifestyle, he still talks to me, and sends me money on occasion. I know he’s disappointed, but what can I do?”
* HOMETOWN Akron, Ohio. ”Oh, this good old city raised me from an innocent child in a dysfunctional family unit, to the misfit man I’ve become. For my tastes, it had the best scenes to hang around. The best clubs, and the best places to get a fix. I miss it, so much.”
* WHY CAN'T YOU SEE.
BEHIND THE MASK!
[/font]BEHIND THE MASK!
hey, i'm Trunks! i'm currently 18 years young and living it up in the eastern timezone. i've been on the scene for over nine years, and i'm loving it! you can PM me and we'll chat the night away! oh and by the way, i also play no one else yet!
* I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN THAT.
THE SAMPLE!
[/font]THE SAMPLE!
It was mocking him, he was sure. Darting in and out of his vision, it teased his brain into a thoughtless cloud. Thoughts skipped through his brain, and as he tried to latch onto one, it slipped away while his attention was on the vanishing prey. If only it was tangible, he could chase it like a cat down an alley. Now, those were some fun times. But, alas, the ‘prey’ was not tangible, but it was just as annoying as an alley cat, if not more.
The little image currently haunting his thoughts was a small, vertical black line on the first margin of a new document on his laptop. His muse had always escaped him, but now it was worse. At least he could write down a few sentences. But now he couldn’t even write a proper first one. No, what little muse he had had been thrown out the window, along with his last shoddy relationship. Useless, she had called him. Wasting his time chasing a dream he’s never achieve. Those had stung. Since when was chasing a dream a waste of time? She hadn’t wanted him to drag her down, so he couldn’t be happier then to oblige her.
Scowling at the flashing line, he smashed the tail end of a cig into a filling ash tray before reaching into his coat for another and his lighter. No, he couldn’t let her ill words ruin his muse. He was already a loser in life; he didn’t need someone who would rub his face in it everyday.
With a sigh, Julian finally powered down the expensive paper weight, slamming it shut. Fingers wound their way through the growing locks on his head. He needed a cut for some time now, maybe he could now. No, a trip to the barber wasn’t what he needed. Shrugging his large coat on, cig in hand, he slammed the door to his flat shut and locked it behind him. He needed a nice drag, and music so loud that you couldn’t hear yourself think.
He needed a drink.
The little image currently haunting his thoughts was a small, vertical black line on the first margin of a new document on his laptop. His muse had always escaped him, but now it was worse. At least he could write down a few sentences. But now he couldn’t even write a proper first one. No, what little muse he had had been thrown out the window, along with his last shoddy relationship. Useless, she had called him. Wasting his time chasing a dream he’s never achieve. Those had stung. Since when was chasing a dream a waste of time? She hadn’t wanted him to drag her down, so he couldn’t be happier then to oblige her.
Scowling at the flashing line, he smashed the tail end of a cig into a filling ash tray before reaching into his coat for another and his lighter. No, he couldn’t let her ill words ruin his muse. He was already a loser in life; he didn’t need someone who would rub his face in it everyday.
With a sigh, Julian finally powered down the expensive paper weight, slamming it shut. Fingers wound their way through the growing locks on his head. He needed a cut for some time now, maybe he could now. No, a trip to the barber wasn’t what he needed. Shrugging his large coat on, cig in hand, he slammed the door to his flat shut and locked it behind him. He needed a nice drag, and music so loud that you couldn’t hear yourself think.
He needed a drink.
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
THE CREDITS!
[/font]THE CREDITS!
so SAM BAM?! of CAUTION 2.0! made this application template,
that was inspired by CARLEE BARLEY?! also of CAUTION,
and sam worked really hard on it, so don't take
this off or she'll send her spork army after you! <3
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