Post by edward on Jun 27, 2009 4:47:04 GMT -5
•EDWARD LEE PEARSON,
he's slammed twenty shot glasses down
and whispered silently, kiss me slowly to my death.
I tear my heart open,
I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
__________________
-- july twenty-fifth, 1988
-- twenty
-- 178 pounds
-- 6'2"
-- blue
-- sandy blonde/brown
-- multiple scars on his arms from the horrifying car accident that claimed his parents.
-- his parent's initials on his chest right over his heart.
• SUSPECT,
stubborn, impatient, independent, closed
off, lonely, determined, angry, self-pitying,
obsessive, nonchalant, hard worker
• PATTERN,
working, reading, food, driving,
writing, basketball, being by himself, not having
to have anyone depend on him, movies and
television, video games, pain, hot weather,
thunderstorms
• MOTIVE,
being controlled, having someone
depend on him, being in big groups, not
having enough money to live off from, not
having a job, being the center of attention
• FREEDOM,
organization, independence, taking
care of himself, living day to day,
school, learning, driving, working
his way up, keeping people away
• HANDCUFFED,
food, late nights, overtime at
work, the small indulges, longing for
someone even though he knows he's
not worthy enough for anyone to love him.
• JAIL TIME,
staying inside, watching sports,
playing online and playing video games,
being too honest for his own good, snapping
at people that catch him off guard, falling for
girls that are out of his league
• INVESTIGATION,
my full name is edward lee pearson, i'm twenty years old, about a month shy of my twenty first birthday, and let me tell you i will be drinking myself blind that night. maybe i can number some of the pain. let's start with this, i was born in seattle, washington back in 1988, to my mother and father who weren't married at that time, but soon tied the knot about a year later. we were a happier family, even if we weren't rich. we survived, and made it off from the little that we did have. we struggled a lot, i had a lot of second-hand toys, and let's be honest, that sucks, but i dealt with it. i was, and forever will be an only child. anyways, i was close to my mom especially. she was such a gentle, caring woman. i was involved in a lot of sports, but i only participated on teams that didn't expect me to pay for everything. i made it to twelve years of age before everything went to hell for me.
we were on our way back home from school while mom and dad were up front. a drunk drive hit us from the right side, instantly claiming my mother's life. dad was rushed to the ER in critical condition while all i suffered was a concussion and a broken arm. about three days later, he passed away. the driver was sentenced to life in prison. i didn't have any family that was willing to take me, and thus i was thrusted into a foster care home. which, i was shipped off to new york city. i turned very nonchalant and numb after that, i lost all feeling and cares for anything else in the world. i hated my foster parents, and i never got along with them. for some fucked up reason they kept pushing and pushing me to take part in more stuff and be social. i didn't want any part of it. once i turned eighteen and was out of the system, i had enough money saved up since i'd been working since i was sixteen. anyways, i've been out on my own, and i have a job at the casino and hotel resort place downtown. i'm the head bellhop, if that really means shit. i'm just living life."
• PUBLICITY,
edward blames himself for his parents' death and feels he doesn't deserve love from anyone.
see minnie nicole brandon.
My name is KAY and I have been role playing for EIGHT YEARS. My other character(s) are minnie brandon & britini brodston. I consider myself a advanced roleplayer and I found Intoxicated Lullabies through boo, and i designed the site.
