Post by Beau Warrington on Apr 9, 2006 9:18:25 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]Oh! We are so Emo.[/shadow]
Name: They Called Me Beau(Bo) Warrington
Age: I've seen 19 years of the moon's awakening.
Sex: I was placed a Male
Height: I stand at 5'12" off the sodden
Weight: My weight triggers the scales at a number of 125 pounds, for i am slim.
Appearance:When you see me, most see an Emo, and nothing more than that. But they have not seen the whole of me, for a glanc explains nothing. My hair, dyed too many times to count, no is hued with a sunkissed, bleached blond atop. Underneah, it is black with a redish gleam when the sun illuminates it. This is not the normal status of my locks, normally, they are a deep mocha, but by being in the state of dying, this natural hue is just a dream that they once held. My stature is not one that some find amusing, i am tall and slim, not buff as those football players. My arms, yes, do have the mucel, but are not steriod buff as some find amusing. I have sea-green eyes with flecks of black amoung them. They have a greyish tint to them. I usually ear heavy make up that rings my eyes. My featured color of clothing is Black, grey and once in a while, red. Oh, i am Emo. Lastly, i am partially blind in one eyes, but i can still see some-what with it, my skin is also rather pale at sometimes.
Personality:My innerworkings are too complicated for the wanter, though i'll give you a taste of my feelings. Amoung the ones who's aquaintance i have not made, i am timid, shy, and not socialble. Though when their witts get to far ahead of them, i am quick to my tounge, though my words are honest. When the ice has broken, but thats nto to say is broken easily to the ones i feel are not the ones that i should be aquainted with, i am humorus and funny, though sarcasm is there too, i dont take it too far. Once in a while, people note a kindess in me. I am one to confide in, a listener. I am a loyal companion, but rubb me the wrong way, i am a dangerous enemy.
History:Sit back my friends, for my tale is a long, rocky one. To satisfy your curoisuity, i was born in the heart of Wales. My father, a rich and thoughtful landlord, my mother, a housewife, tending and nuturing her 6 children. I was the middle child, the 3rd born. There was nothing special about my wearabous, i was the 2nd son, the eldest son, who was also the eldest sibling, was considered the favorite, Terrance was his dubbance. My father saw him as the angel, a strong leader. What was it? Just the second. Oh, just plain old Beau. As a child, i was sickly. I came down with scarlet fever numerous times, the last time proving fatal and whipping out a third of the sight in my right eye. School was not a ize option for me, for many times i was send home or had to withdraw from effect of my poor health. The doctos saw my prone to sickness, but my father continually paid for the insurance and bills, he would have no loosers in his family. At thirteen, i was again, withdrawn from my school and homeschooled my a tutor who came evreyday for 3 hours. Times were hard for our family, for my fathers business was dropping fast, money was spent too fast. People hated my family. To show you the hatred they felt, they shot my eldest prother, Terrance, as well as my father. Both died, the assains were never found. My mother flipped, depression took hold of her. We sold our house, us five siblings and moved to New York in escape further shots. My mother turned towards Cocain and Crack, soon, that became her life. She forgot about us, and spend the rest of our money on her addiction. At this time, i was 16, my youngest sibling was 12. We left our mother to her bidding, i escaped in the van. We drove for miles, living on teh streets, stopping in fastfood places. We lived like this for a year before social servises found us. We were sent away, my health was acting up again, and i soon came down with a horrible flu. Feeling sorry for them, teh rest of my younger siblings were adopted, except for Ginger, who was 15. We huddled close, taking care. My flue resided as i was given medicine, and they put us to work. When i turned 18, two years later, ginger was 17, I was free to go, but she had to wait another year. I pleaded to adopt her, but the socail servce showed no heart and denied me. With little hope, i got a job in a resteraunt a rented a house. A year later, a feeling arroused in me. I wanted another chance. Ginger lettered me often saying how was was heading to a uneversity, i never heard form my other siblings again. Inspired by her idea, i followed Ginger, packed up, and took my chances at GreenWood, but will my chances be denied? Fate is full of twists.
Pets: I am keeper of a solid Yellow cat, named Izzy, who normaly follows me out of the dorm, slipping back in though the open window at a moments notice.
Picture: Check avatar for his eyes, then click below for a link to a larger pic of him (but in the pic his hair is different than how it is now)
i22.photobucket.com/albums/b348/pnkrckr23/guys/sonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnny.jpg
Other:He is a smoker, but not a highclass smoker, smokes the cheap, addictive kinds. He cannot break the addiction.
Name: They Called Me Beau(Bo) Warrington
Age: I've seen 19 years of the moon's awakening.
Sex: I was placed a Male
Height: I stand at 5'12" off the sodden
Weight: My weight triggers the scales at a number of 125 pounds, for i am slim.
Appearance:When you see me, most see an Emo, and nothing more than that. But they have not seen the whole of me, for a glanc explains nothing. My hair, dyed too many times to count, no is hued with a sunkissed, bleached blond atop. Underneah, it is black with a redish gleam when the sun illuminates it. This is not the normal status of my locks, normally, they are a deep mocha, but by being in the state of dying, this natural hue is just a dream that they once held. My stature is not one that some find amusing, i am tall and slim, not buff as those football players. My arms, yes, do have the mucel, but are not steriod buff as some find amusing. I have sea-green eyes with flecks of black amoung them. They have a greyish tint to them. I usually ear heavy make up that rings my eyes. My featured color of clothing is Black, grey and once in a while, red. Oh, i am Emo. Lastly, i am partially blind in one eyes, but i can still see some-what with it, my skin is also rather pale at sometimes.
Personality:My innerworkings are too complicated for the wanter, though i'll give you a taste of my feelings. Amoung the ones who's aquaintance i have not made, i am timid, shy, and not socialble. Though when their witts get to far ahead of them, i am quick to my tounge, though my words are honest. When the ice has broken, but thats nto to say is broken easily to the ones i feel are not the ones that i should be aquainted with, i am humorus and funny, though sarcasm is there too, i dont take it too far. Once in a while, people note a kindess in me. I am one to confide in, a listener. I am a loyal companion, but rubb me the wrong way, i am a dangerous enemy.
History:Sit back my friends, for my tale is a long, rocky one. To satisfy your curoisuity, i was born in the heart of Wales. My father, a rich and thoughtful landlord, my mother, a housewife, tending and nuturing her 6 children. I was the middle child, the 3rd born. There was nothing special about my wearabous, i was the 2nd son, the eldest son, who was also the eldest sibling, was considered the favorite, Terrance was his dubbance. My father saw him as the angel, a strong leader. What was it? Just the second. Oh, just plain old Beau. As a child, i was sickly. I came down with scarlet fever numerous times, the last time proving fatal and whipping out a third of the sight in my right eye. School was not a ize option for me, for many times i was send home or had to withdraw from effect of my poor health. The doctos saw my prone to sickness, but my father continually paid for the insurance and bills, he would have no loosers in his family. At thirteen, i was again, withdrawn from my school and homeschooled my a tutor who came evreyday for 3 hours. Times were hard for our family, for my fathers business was dropping fast, money was spent too fast. People hated my family. To show you the hatred they felt, they shot my eldest prother, Terrance, as well as my father. Both died, the assains were never found. My mother flipped, depression took hold of her. We sold our house, us five siblings and moved to New York in escape further shots. My mother turned towards Cocain and Crack, soon, that became her life. She forgot about us, and spend the rest of our money on her addiction. At this time, i was 16, my youngest sibling was 12. We left our mother to her bidding, i escaped in the van. We drove for miles, living on teh streets, stopping in fastfood places. We lived like this for a year before social servises found us. We were sent away, my health was acting up again, and i soon came down with a horrible flu. Feeling sorry for them, teh rest of my younger siblings were adopted, except for Ginger, who was 15. We huddled close, taking care. My flue resided as i was given medicine, and they put us to work. When i turned 18, two years later, ginger was 17, I was free to go, but she had to wait another year. I pleaded to adopt her, but the socail servce showed no heart and denied me. With little hope, i got a job in a resteraunt a rented a house. A year later, a feeling arroused in me. I wanted another chance. Ginger lettered me often saying how was was heading to a uneversity, i never heard form my other siblings again. Inspired by her idea, i followed Ginger, packed up, and took my chances at GreenWood, but will my chances be denied? Fate is full of twists.
Pets: I am keeper of a solid Yellow cat, named Izzy, who normaly follows me out of the dorm, slipping back in though the open window at a moments notice.
Picture: Check avatar for his eyes, then click below for a link to a larger pic of him (but in the pic his hair is different than how it is now)
i22.photobucket.com/albums/b348/pnkrckr23/guys/sonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnny.jpg
Other:He is a smoker, but not a highclass smoker, smokes the cheap, addictive kinds. He cannot break the addiction.
