SMITH, dorian armel

[dorian armel smith.]

DORIANARMELSMITH

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TESTING, TESTING, ONE TWO THREE. ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO.
I'M ASTA BUT I GUESS YOU MIGHT'VE ALREADY
KNOWN THAT LITTLE BIT. OR MAYBE NOT, WHO KNOWS. I AM MALE AND I'VE BEEN
ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT SEVEN YEARS. MORE OR LESS.
SO YEAH, I'M PRETTY FLAMBOYANT. I ALSO OWN ABE WINTERS and DEWEY HATCHER
YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM SO YEAH. HAVE A GOOD DAY!

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TONIGHT WE LIE AWAKE, REMEMBER HOW THE COFFEE MADE US SHAKE

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( T H E B A S I C S )

( F U L L N A M E )[/COLOR] Dorian Armel Smith
( N I C K N A M E )[/COLOR] Will only ever go by his first name, or simply ‘D’
( A G E )[/COLOR] Seventeen
( B I R T H D A Y )[/COLOR] First of December
( G R A D E )[/COLOR] Junior
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )[/COLOR] Bisexual (it’s all the same to him)
( J O B )[/COLOR] Student
( A L L E G I E N C E )[/COLOR] St. Michael’s
( P O W E R )[/COLOR] N/A

I'VE GOT YOUR PICTURE, I'M COMING WITH YOU, DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN

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( A P P E A R A N C E )

( H A I R )[/COLOR] Black, messy, often falling in his face
( E Y E CO L O R )[/COLOR] Black
( H E I G H T )[/COLOR] 5’9’’
( W E I G H T )[/B][/COLOR] 125 Lbs
( T A T T O O S )[/COLOR] A huge ‘A’ scrawled over the length and width of his back, and a narrow tribal design running all the way down his left arm
( P I E R C I N G S )[/COLOR] A silver ring in his tongue
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/COLOR] Usually dark colours, always scruffy and sometimes ripped at the edges
( F A C E C L A I M )[/COLOR] Cole Mohr

MANAGE ME, I'M A MESS, TURN A PAGE, I'M A BOOK HALF UNREAD

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( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

( L I K E S )[/COLOR]

+Explosions
+Burning things
+Sharp objects
+Causing trouble (on a scale ranging from mischief to town-wide chaos)
+Fighting
+Serial killer trivia
+Filming things
+Painting
+Pain (causing, witnessing, experiencing)
+People

( D I S L I K E S )[/B][/COLOR]

-Authority
-Children
-When it’s too sunny
-Technology
-Teacher’s pets
-People that are happy for no reason
-Incarceration
-Being ignored
-Being overlooked, or people seeing themselves as better than him
-Bullies (unless it’s him)

( S T R E N G T H S )[/COLOR]

+Fearless
+Intimidating
+Creative
+Can escape from just about any restraints (be it a locked room or a pair of handcuffs)
+Deceptively intelligent

( W E A K N E S S E S )[/B][/COLOR]

-No sense of self-preservation
-Few loyal friends
-Inability to be subtle
-God complex (and consequent hubris)
-Impatient

( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/COLOR]

>His mouth is always moving, either crunching on some description of sweet or mint, chewing the skin of his hands, or, if unable to do this, he has been known to chew his tongue, causing it to bleed on several occasions. When this happens, it results in the secondary habit of spitting blood.
>He frequently skips classes and spends most of his time around the town.
>Other hobbies include painting abstract works of art, and having some beers and taking a nailgun to whatever he happens to find around the immediate area.

( F E A R S )[/COLOR]

<Not so much a fear, but his ultimate dissatisfaction would be being locked away in a cell that he cannot escape from, and having to spend his life in there.
<Again not so much a fear, but he fancies that, one day, his circus family will return to kill him for what he did during his time with them.

( S E C R E T S )[/COLOR]

>He never talks about his background, and when he does he lies about it completely, not because he is ashamed, but because he values the importance of mystery.
>Although it is not so much a secret as something that is not widely known, he has strong suspicions about Power’s Academy and the kind of people that go there, and plans to do something about it.

( O V E R A L L )[/COLOR]

In every school, you have the jocks, the goths, the nerds, and so on, and you also have the outcasts. They can form a group all by themselves, and thus find safety and comfort in numbers, united by their differences. Rarely, however, there is also a student that even the outcasts reject. Dorian is one of these students. There are rumours upon rumours surrounding who he is, and what he has done in the past and does on a regular basis. There are few, if any, people who know which of these rumours are true, since everyone keeps a safe distance from him due to his reputation. It would be safe to say, however, that if there was a class-voted award for ‘Most Likely To Become A Murdering Psychopath’, it would doubtlessly go to Dorian. One only has to look into his black eyes to know that what lies behind them is not quite normal, and not quite safe.

He is a rebel, of sorts, in that he skips as many classes as he possibly can, and spends his every waking moment either causing trouble or concocting a plan to do so. He is aggressive and reckless to the extreme, and one would have to be either extremely brave or extremely stupid to get on the wrong side of him. Where he walks, he looks like a boy on the warpath, ready to lash out at anything or anybody at any moment. His time is made up of two halves: things that he does that people know about, and things that he does that people only suspect. Some of the former include setting things on fire, painting abstract and distressing art, drinking regularly, and attacking people when they irritate him. Some of the latter include weighing up the pros and cons of different methods of murder and body disposal, and watching people through various cameras he has installed in his spare time around the town (since he couldn’t figure out a way to stream the feeds directly to his house, he collects the tapes from the separate recorders each day and watches them back when he’s bored).

His fascination with being around crowds of people is paradoxical, considering his antisocial behaviour. However, he finds the actions of people to be highly amusing at times, and enjoys leading them unwillingly into situations, or seeing how they react given certain circumstances. He delights in pushing the boundaries of what he can and cannot do before he is arrested by local authorities, and has often gotten away with things only because they couldn’t prove his involvement in them. He has a dark sense of humour and finds enjoyment in some of the more twisted past times, but since he couldn’t care less what people thought of him, he continues to be himself, and nothing less.

LEANING NOW INTO THE BREEZE, REMEMBERING SUNDAY HE FALLS TO HIS KNEES.

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( H I S T O R Y )

( M O M )[/COLOR] Laura Ashen, 35, circus performer (whereabouts unknown)
( D A D )[/B][/COLOR] Jack Ashen, 37, circus performer (whereabouts unknown)
( S I S T E R S )[/B][/COLOR] N/A
( B R O T H E R S )[/B][/COLOR] N/A
( O T H E R )[/B][/COLOR] (Foster mother) Janet Smith, 41, receptionist, (foster father) Harry Smith, 48, journalist
( P E T S )[/B][/COLOR] N/A
( O V E R A L L )[/B][/COLOR]

Jack Ashen fell in love with a circus performer named Laura the day before he was arrested for murder. That these two incidents coincided was pure chance, but led to his being sprung from imprisonment that same week by his new lover and her family of performers. Seeing the opportunity for a better life, Jack was inducted into the group and the star-cross’d lovers travelled the length and breadth of the country and beyond. Although they were only eighteen and twenty years of age, they decided that they were truly in love, and married soon after. The same year, Laura gave birth to a boy whom they named Dorian.

Dorian grew up in the family he found himself in, made up of clowns, freaks, large and dangerous animals, and various other performers. As he grew, he grew apart from the other children that belonged to members of the circus troupe. Although he spent his days making himself useful to the family, and was good friends with an escapologist (named Armel) who taught him some of his tricks, it was clear that Dorian was unlike the other boys and girls. He would sneak about in the night with apparently no motive, but to spy on anything that was going on. He was quiet, but he spoke in strange actions, such as using roadkill that he stumbled upon to create ‘art’. He kept to himself, for the most part, and even his parents knew that he was different, and did nothing to try and integrate their son into the mini-society the circus had built.

It will never take long for children, especially young ones, to recognise an oddity, and when they do so they will either retreat from it, or act against it. So it was with the ten year old Dorian. By this point, many of the circus performers had given birth to children (many of these children, consequently, were half-brothers or sisters), and the children formed a tight-knit group. To begin with, they stayed well away from Dorian, but one day, perhaps due to boredom, the teasing began. They would paint over benches that they knew he liked to sit on. They would hide his belongings, or place them in difficult-to-reach places. On one occasion they placed a snake in his hammock. Dorian kept deathly silent during this drawn-out process of teasing that escalated to bullying. Not once did he voice his concerns, or complain to his parents or to Armel. Instead he waited, and he stewed, and he planned.

One prominent thing about living in a close-quarters community is that you know everyone, and you know who everyone knows, and you know who everyone likes and dislikes. This was what the young Dorian used to his advantage. He knew, after so many years of watching and listening in silence, that each of his tormentors had a soft spot for one of the others, or at least somebody else in the circus troupe. On one night, when there was no wind in the air, he slipped five messages to five bullies, each one of them forged to another member of the group, requesting a late-night encounter in a specific tent that was used to hold the performing animals. That night, they appeared at the tent, confused and embarrassed, and that was when Dorian sealed the tent, locked it with padlocks, and took a match to the fabric in an attempt to burn it to the ground, and roast the children and animals within.

His father and two of his friends, who happened to be nearby, smelled the smoke, and ran onto the scene to the screams of panicked children and the laughter of an ecstatic Dorian. Jack and his friends managed to get the children out before they were killed, but they suffered severe burns and were ill due to smoke inhalation for a long time afterward. The majority of the animals escaped, also unscathed, but one elephant caught alight and burned to death before it could be saved. To this day, one of Dorian’s most vivid memories is that of the flaming beast stampeding away across the darkened field, trumpeting its agony to high heaven.

After the incident, life changed for Dorian. Everyone around him was immediately wary of him, if they had not been before. Nobody spoke to him. His escapologist friend Armel avoided him, and his parents barely looked at him. Jack had, in his time, committed his fair share of sins, but had since become a reformed character, and even he could never imagine doing such a thing as Dorian did, especially at such a young age.

One day, when he was eleven, Dorian awoke to find that he was alone. It was a cold winter morning, and the circus had been positioned outside of a small city, but they had moved on – escaped from him in the night while he slept. All that remained of their presence was a doused fire and scraps of litter here and there, planted among the blades of overgrown grass.

With little else to do, Dorian ventured into the city, and although he was happy to try and survive alone, it wasn’t long before he found himself captured, processed by authorities and, upon hearing that his parents had deserted him and that he had no other relatives, transferred to a local orphanage. He was there for only a year, in which he accumulated much the same reputation as the one he had with his family. Although he never divulged the information about where he came from, or at least not in any degree of detail, it was obvious that the boy was trouble.

Keen to be rid of him, the adoption agency located a couple that lived in the town of St.Michael’s, who were looking to foster a child. He was sent there at the age of twelve, and was a great disappointment to his new parents. Janet and Harry Smith are a very traditional couple, who value a close family structure. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for Dorian, who rejects the use of their surname, and only really uses their house as a base for him to sleep in when the motivation arises. That, and he sometimes uses them to post bail when he is locked away for his minor crimes and cannot be bothered to make his own way out of it.

Always looking for something more interesting than everyday life, Dorian has long since established unspoken suspicions about the second school in the area, and plans to investigate further; something that can only spell trouble for both schools.

( S A M P L E P O S T )[/B][/COLOR] Check Abe’s =P

YOU WERE FAKE, I WAS GREAT--NOTHING PERSONAL

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( C R E D I T S )

THIS LOVELY APPLICATION WAS MADE BY OMGWOLF?!
OF CAUTION 2.0! STEAL AND DIE, BITCH. KEEP THIS CREDIT HERE
AT ALL TIMES. ALERT ME IF IT RUNS AWAY. IT MIGHT DO THAT. HAVE FUN!
OH, AND BY THE WAY, THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO ALL TIME LOW. THEY'RE AWESOME.

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