Post by echo on Dec 16, 2009 19:36:12 GMT -5
D E M I T R I U S . J A M E S
S C O T T
* Instead of trying to heal the scars
and the potholes in your life
put a steel plate over them and that'll do .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS ECHO, AND I AM SEVENTEEN.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT SIX OR SEVEN YEARS & I'M AN ADVANCED WRITER AFTER ALL THIS TIME. MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE NONE YET. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS SING IT LOUD
- - - - nicknames, demetri
- - - - gender, male
- - - - age, nineteen
- - - - sexuality, bi-sexual
- - - - member group, fan
- - - - (if band or crew)band, n/a
- - - - play by, martin johnson
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- - - - hair, He wears his hair at a medium length. It's long enough for him to actually style it fairly easily but not too long that it annoys him. Usually, he takes a lot of time in the morning to make his hair "perfectly messy". It never looks slept in but at the same time, it doesn't look like he spent a long time on it.
- - - - built, Demetri is tall and slim. He doesn't look muscly but that shouldn't fool you. His body type doesn't allow him to "bulk up" but it doesn't stop him from getting stronger. Depending on what he's wearing certain days, you can't notice how skinny he is, but he's definitely not overweight.
- - - - height, six foot one
- - - - fashion sense, Not many days pass where you don't see Demetri wearing layers. Even on the warmest day of the year, when everyone is wearing a t-shirt at most, his wardrobe barely differs. Usually, he'll wear a t-shirt, a zip-up hoodie and his leather jacket paired with jeans - sometimes skinny jeans, usually dark - and a pair of sneakers. When this does change, it's just to add a long-sleeved shirt under the hoodie.
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Most guys my age would probably list their five favorite things as alcohol, drug, sex, girls and music, am I right? There might be a couple differences, but the general idea is always there. Some guys might not advertise sex as their favorite thing, or even something they loved but if they told you otherwise, I'd call bullshit without a doubt. On the outside, I'm no different. If anyone asks me, these are my five favorite things. But they aren't, not really. What are mine?
Firstly, there's my mom. Yeah, I know that makes me seem like such a momma's boy but hear me out before you judge. My dad's a real asshole. Everyone says that about their dad, I know, but in my case, it's true. He never worked; he'd sit at home all day and yell at me for anything I did wrong. If I played too noisily, he'd yell. If I accidentally hurt myself, he'd yell. Once mom would come home, he'd yell at her too before leaving to meet up with "the guys" and get loaded. With him gone, I'd finally burst into tears and mom would hold me close and comfort me. She kept me sane. And I'd do anything to see my mom's smile again.
Then, of course, there's my kid. I haven't even met him, but I already know I'd love him. Granted he could actually be a she but I somehow know he's a boy. I hope he's not like me. That's all we need is another me running about. His mom was (I suppose is...) a good person. So maybe he'll turn out like her. That'd be nice, I guess.
I also really love playing music with my friends. Nothing beats the rush of going on stage and performing in front of hundreds, thousands of cheering fans. Okay, so I've had one hundred, maybe two and a good few of them weren't going as nuts as I had in mind, but I can dream, can't I? Anyways, it's a start. Or well, was a start. Suppose I can't really be in a band with my friends when I'm on the other side of the country from them, now can I? But when I was playing music with my mildly popular band, I could forget about the real world and the only thing that existed was me, the fans and the rest of the guys, playing right beside me.
Surprisingly enough, I also really enjoy reading. People, when they hear this (not like it happens much) are so shocked you can practically see their jaws drop to the floor. Just because I don't go to school anymore doesn't mean I don't like reading. But it seems some of them are under the impression that I can't read. Whatever. Like, I don't read nearly as much as I used to, but I still enjoy it time to time. When I was a kid, you couldn't really see me away from a book - I was taught to read at a young age so when mom was at work and dad was passed out, I could entertain myself quietly, and I got hooked, very quickly.
Going hand in hand with reading is, naturally, writing. They don't always go together, but they're frequently used together. Like peanut butter and jelly. Can't mess with a good thing. People are also shocked when they hear this, but it's not as big of one compared to reading. Mainly I write song lyrics or just random lines that pop in my head, but I have been known to write a story or two, hidden away from all over-curious eyes, of course. There are always too many unwritten songs floating around in my messed up head so if someone's talking to me, I'll occasionally blurt out something completely unrelated. Oops?
- - - - loathes,
Again, there are probably a list of things the average guy my age hates, but this time, I can't be damned to figure out what they are. So, who knows, I might actually be average this time, not that I really care one way or another.
Firstly, I hate everyone who has bought into this love bullshit. It seems lots of people are out there looking for love but I gotta say it, it doesn't exist. Never did. Look around us. How many people get married and, years later, get a divorce? And for how many of them is this a regular occurrence? If that is how many people who actual admit there is no love between them, how many try to pretend there is when there isn't? Pretty sure mom thought that dad loved her but that's bull. If he loved her, he wouldn't have treated her like this. He didn't even love me. No, there is only lust and I hate all those stupid couples who seem to think otherwise. Sorry to burst your bubble but you won't be together forever.
I also really, really hate kids. Yeah, I know I said I loved my kid but, honestly, do you actually believe me? I haven't even met him. Maybe I love him now but I'm almost positive I'd start hating him too. And, even if I didn't, kids are different when they're your own, y'know? Well, they might be, I can't honestly be sure. Haven't met too many (aka, any) of my own kids so I can't really judge. But other people's kids, which I've met a lot of, are annoying. They're too loud, too curious and too nosy. They ask stupid questions at the worst times, they don't know how to shut up and all their random outburst that everyone else finds cute are just really annoying. I hate anyone below the age of five.
There's also anything cute. Small, fuzzy, furry animals with wiggly noses? Yeah, hate them. I don't know how girls fawn over that stuff. Cute animals are too small and easily stepped on. They run around your feet, as if trying to trip you up and constantly want attention. Yeah, Bella is small, and arguably cute, but she's different. She's an orphan, kinda like me. My dad is as good as dead to me. But give me a Rottweiler or Pit Bull any day and I'll be more than happy.
These are all minor hates, more annoyances really, but something I absolutely despise is my dad. Not for the way he treated me, because I honestly don't give a shit, but for the way he treated my mom. She was the one who worked, he drank away what she earned and he had no right to yell at her, and to hurt her, the way he did. My mom was one of the nicest people I knew and she deserve way better than him, I just wish she had realized that and left him while she could.
But most of all, I hate myself because I'm going to end up like him one day.
- - - - strengths,
It is obvious that Demetri has a knack for music. Mostly everything he knows about music was stuff that he taught himself, holed up in his best friend's basement. He's skilled at learning music by ear as he's never learned how to read tab paper. He's better at writing music himself, however, and is known to sit down and play something half-decent off the top of his head. Most of the time, he promptly forgets it. He can pick up instruments fairly quickly, if he can be bothered to try and is quite skilled at both piano, which was his first instrument, and guitar.
Writing is also a strong point for him, and not just writing lyrics for his songs, although that's part of it. He'll write anything from song lyrics to poems to short stories. Most of this, he hides from people, not wanting this to injure his "tough guy" reputation.
If Demetri actually gets close to someone, he's very loyal and a great friend through thick and thin. He provides humor to help people get through rough times and won't let someone close to him stay home alone and mope. If anyone hurts one of his friends, you can almost guarantee one of them will go to hospital for injuries. He'd probably kill for someone he loved, even if he wouldn't admit he loved them.
- - - - weaknesses,
He is very bad at being honest with people. For him, it's not so much a choice of whether or not to be honest with someone, it's just something he can't do. Being honest opens himself up to their scrutiny and opens himself up to being hurt again. It will also make them closer, if he's not judged for his past, and he can't get close to people.
Demetri also acts extremely self-confident to the point of being cocky. Self-confidence itself is a good thing, but when it borders on someone believing he is "godly" or "god's gift to women", it can get a little much for people to handle. This isn't his genuine feelings, of course, and he isn't really that conceited, but for him, it's a coping mechanism. Let people see the real you and, once again, you're vulnerable.
He can be an asshole at times, as well. He'll sleep with a girl, occasionally a guy, and leave the next day, completely ignoring them. It'll go to the point where he'll avoid them entirely and if he happens to run into them somewhere, he'll pretend he doesn't know who they are. This is the way he's always acted. Sometimes, people are more than a one-night stand, but as soon as he feels some attachment to them, he's out the door, which could very well be worse.
Most of all, he's scared. Look inside Demetri, and you'll see a scared little boy, huddled in a corner, flinching at every loud noise or sudden movement.
- - - - dreams,
One of Demetri's biggest dreams is to meet his son or daughter, whichever it ended up being. Even though he claims that "he hates kids", he's almost positive that he'll love his child no matter what. He wants to be a great father for his kid because of how bad of a father his dad was. He'd also like to apologize to his kid's mother for running off. Of course, he knows he'd never have the guts to apologize, but isn't it the thought that counts?
He also dreams about being famous one day, reuniting with his friends back home and making it big with them. For him, like a lot of other people. music is another way of coping. Another, more positive way of coping. When he's playing music, especially while on stage, the rest of the world around him disappears. All his scars, emotional and physical, are no longer there. Even just listening to music, he is able to tune the rest of the world out and just live in the music.
- - - - fears,
While Demetri acts all tough and macho, he is, in reality, a scared little child. He frequently wakes up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, terrified to close his eyes and try again. Most nights, he'll sleep very little, finally going to bed around three am, or later, and waking up before nine. The main reason behind these nightmares is his father who haunts almost everyone of his dreams. His father is the reason he left home and moved to the other side of the country - he was running away.
He's also scared of meeting kid. Yes, he dreams about it, and is really hoping that one day it'll happen, but if that day comes, he's unsure about whether or not he'll be able to go through with it. There are so many things that can go wrong, it might just be easier for him to never meet his child.
- - - - overall personality,
Demetri is a complex individual, like most people are, even if they don't necessarily show it. He retreats in himself so most people that meet him are getting to know but a mask covering his true self. He has been wearing this same "mask" for so long that he no longer really remembers what he really is like, and has started to believe that he really is a bad person.
One of the first things people notice about Demetri is his cockiness. It's kind of hard not to notice when he's constantly bragging about his sexiness to others. Most of this is put on though, and he's really not that conceited but some of it is genuine confidence. For instance, he knows he's quite attractive from the number of girls who threw themselves at him back home. But, his natural confidence, even his put on cockiness, fades very quickly around someone he actually falls for which, thankfully for him, doesn't happen too often.
While he may not be cocky, however, he is quite vain. He'll spend at least an hour or two on just his hair. It has to be washed, dried and then styled a specific way which, depending on the day, could take a very long time, if his hair doesn't want to cooperate. Most of the time, he won't be seen in public unless his hair is perfectly messy.
They also tend to notice that he is a bit of an asshole, usually "bit" being an understatement. This is not something he consciously does, but ignorance isn't really much of an excuse. He won't realize that something he did to someone was horrible until a long while after it's already done. By then, he won't have the guts to go and apologize. Besides, in his opinion, a little emotional pain is nothing, and they should just deal.
Demetri has a problem with controlling his anger. The littlest things can tick him off and his reaction isn't proportionate to the situation. He has been known to get in many fights back home even if they did nothing to him. It's best just to avoid him when he's pissed off or you might get on the wrong side of him. Not much can calm him down when he's like this.
But, deep down, he really is a good person. Sadly, not too many people get to see this side of him because he always acts differently around other people. He claims to hate kids and small animals but you can tell that's not necessarily true seeing as how he rescued Bella from the pound. When alone, he has played with little kids, getting very into whatever game they were playing but also evening out the field so they have a chance. He'll never stay around someone's kid for very long because he has a fear that he'll turn out like his dad. Because of that fear, he rarely touches alcohol except in those situations where he needs to dull the pain.
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- - - - mother, emilie elizabeth scott - forty-two - journalist (deceased)
- - - - father, james matthew scott - forty-five - unemployed
- - - - pets, Bella
- - - - overall history,
Everyone's history starts out the same way - two people meet and have a child. That one part remains constant for everyone. Not much else remains the same besides that. Two people could meet at a bar, have a one-night stand and the girl be left with a child who she must raise alone. They could fall in love, get married and have a child by choice. Demetri doesn't know why his parents had him nor why they got married. To him, it didn't seem as if his parents had any love for each other at all. All he knows was that he was born into the loving care of Emilie Elizabeth Murphy and the not-so-loving care of James Matthew Scott.
Emilie had always been a huge fan of Skakespeare and had seen most of his popular plays. She had also read many of his less popular plays and his sonnets. So, it came as no doubt to many of her friends that she named her only son after a character in A Midsummer's Night Dream. His middle name was from his father as was his last name. But his first name, Demetrius, was entirely from his mom.
Since he was born, his mom was willing to do anything for him. As he was a fussy child, she was woken up at all hours in the night to feed him and didn't get much sleep. Still, she continued to do everything without complaint. His dad was another story. Every once in a while, Demetri's cries would wake up or bug his father and James, like his son, had a short temper. He'd yell at Demetri and his wife for waking him up too early. Sometimes. if he was mad enough, he'd hit Emilie for not keeping the baby quiet.
During the next several months, he'd be out of the house more and more. Sometimes he wouldn't come home until well past midnight, and everytime he did come home, he was loaded and reeked of alcohol. Still, if he was woken up, he'd yell and hit. Emilie took this all quietly, making sure he never touches her beloved baby boy. She'd then take Demetri in her arms and soothe him, telling him to be quiet.
As Demetri grew older, his dad finally crossed the line over to alcoholism. Emilie finally had to go back to work to fund his drinking and make sure there was food on the table. She tried to work from home as much as she could, but frequently had to leave the house.
- - - - rp sample,
Life in California didn’t change much for Demetri, not while he was on his own at least. For one, it was always warm, almost always sunny, full of the same kind of girls and the same kind of guys everywhere he went - there wasn’t much diversity. In his opinion, while people loved the beaches and beautiful weather, living here was a monotone experience. Each day dragged on into the next making it nearly impossible to tell them apart from each other. With Hana by his side, however, it changed. The days were no longer following the exact same pattern and everyday was something different. It was still warm and sunny with the same sort of people everywhere you go but, somehow, it was different. He did the same sort of stuff as he did back in Boston, but again, it was different. Doing things with Hana always felt different. She didn’t fit the usual mold for girls he’d fall for but naturally, he fell the hardest for her. She knew of his past, of his dad and still she stuck with him, being gentle around his multiple bruises while treating him like just another person. She didn’t show him intense amounts of pitying like most people he knew would. And for all these reasons, he... well, he loved her and, as pathetic as it sounds to him, he thought she loved him back. Thought, but now he wasn’t so sure.
It had been a week since Hana left and, while she promised to text him to keep him updated on what was happening, he hadn’t received any at all. None. He was now tempted to bring his phone into the store to check to see if the reason behind the lack of texts was just that his phone was broken but honestly, he doubted that. More likely was that she had just forgotten about him and had been so homesick that she just didn’t want to come back. Somehow, he’d have to handle that. Even still, he was worried sick about her, to the extent that he now had trouble sleeping which only got worse the longer she was gone. What if the reason she wasn’t sending him any texts was because something serious was wrong with her? Demetri didn’t think he could handle that. So, quite naturally, he didn’t look all that great lately. School was out - he didn’t see how he could go to school without her and besides, she was the only reason he had gone at all in the first place - partially because of the worried glances he’d get over his appearance. He didn’t want that. It wasn’t any of their damn business anyways. He hadn’t picked up one of his guitars in days, not wanting to play the chords to countless songs that were yet unwritten. They were all about her. One of the few times he had actually left his house, some idiot got on his bad side and without Hana there to calm him down, he had taken his anger out on a brick wall. He hadn’t gone to the hospital about it, but didn’t think it was really necessary; while his hand hurt like hell, Demetri was almost positive it wasn’t broken, just severely bruised. Yeah, it hurt to move it, but it’d heal eventually right? The pain didn’t bother him.
Lack of sleep did though. After a week with the bare minimum amount of sleep, he was crabby and moody acting quite similar to a girl just before her period. Yeah, it was that bad. Add in the fact that he missed Hana like crazy and was worried about her and you have one easily pissed off guy. No wonder his right hand was swollen and discolored although on the bright side, the rest of his bruises had faded, save for a few faint marks in places. That, he didn’t really care about. Nothing really mattered without Hana there. This night, he hadn’t slept at all and now with the sun up, he wasn’t going to be able to. He was still in bed, the covers twisted and knotted around him from his constant tossing and turning when the doorbell rang. Instead of getting up, he glanced over at the clock and immediately pulled whatever blankets he could over his head. It was way too early. But when the doorbell rang again, he admitted defeat and untangled himself from his blankets. Following normal procedure, Demetri dared to look in the mirror for a moment. All he was wearing at this moment was a pair of boxers and his hair was a mess, deciding to stick up in random places and look, well, horrible. He picked up a random shirt off the floor, not really caring about what he wore to answer the goddamned door at this hour and decided to just skip doing anything with his hair - whoever it was could handle it.
Demetri began stumbling towards the front door, falling into walls, walking into furniture and occasionally forgetting to open a door or two. It wasn’t as if he cared anyways. Belle, his small kitten, lifted her head, woken up from all the noise he was making and wormed her way out of the cocoon of blankets, mewling at his feet. Sighing, he picked her up one-handedly and continued walking to the door. He opened it and it took him a while to really realize who it was but when he did, the change in him was instantaneous. At first, he looked almost dead and zombie-like but as soon as he saw it was Hana, he looked like a different person - his eyes lit up with a new life and he smiled widely. After several long moments, he managed to tone it down, turning his smile into an indifferent grin but his eyes gave him away. There was no doubt that he was excited to see her.
“Hey there. Long time no see?” He didn’t notice the fact that her arm was in a cast - he was too overjoyed at seeing her that he didn’t notice the details - and still didn’t really believe what he was seeing was fact. Most likely, it was a dream of some sort or maybe just an hallucination. Yeah, that makes sense, some mirage brought on by overtired-ness.
He felt something squirm in his arms and he remembered about the small cat in his arms, the cat that was still as small as ever and probably wouldn’t get any bigger. “I think Belle here knew it was you and she missed you.” Of course, he couldn’t say what was really on his mind - that he missed her too but he hoped she’d realize it from his words. Demetri never was one to be completely honest with people, especially while not knowing how they felt. For example, if she didn’t miss him, why the hell would he say that he missed her? Too much room for error. He ran a hand through his hair, making it all the more messy and moved away from the door, allowing her room to enter. “Uh..you’re welcome to come in, if you want. If you don’t mind a bit of mess, that is.” He scratched the back of his head nervously, afraid to say the wrong thing. “I’m not big on cleaning up after myself.” It was then that he realize just how horrible he had to look to her - messy hair, not even properly dressed, bags under his eyes. Thankfully his bruised hand was the one holding Belle so the worst of it was hidden by her fur. She was probably disgusted by his appearance. Not that he could do anything about it now.
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