Post by adam mark hixen.* on Nov 3, 2008 2:29:29 GMT -5
`go shake it ADAM !
`the music isn't too loud until i'm on the floor and my ears are bleeding.
age; fifteen
rp experience; five years, give or take.
how you found us; advertisement
contact; pm or msn (pm for address)
other charries; n/a
other;
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
but it's okay everyone calls me; add
i popped outta my mom's b.ajingo; september tenth
actually i'm some sort of; virgo
this place was such a s.hit hole; potomic, maryland
ah, so like paradisefor me; potomic, maryland
i don't look it but i'm actually; german
it's just the way the wind blows; straight
baddest b.itch all up and through here; third year ; music ; works at a music store
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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
you know i could just swim in those; golden
does the carpet match the drapes; light brown, blonde streaks
i wish i could lose like three pounds; one hundred and thirty nine pounds
she looks like a freakin giraffe; five foot seven
and then i got one on my a.ss; he has a nautical star tatoo on his right arm clickk!
they always seem to notice my; adam has some scars on his wrists, but he wears wristbands to cover them up.
you'll never see me without my;
HAIR ,
adam has an interesting look to him, although he doesn't put much effort into it. in fact, he doesn't put any effort into it at all - except for the quick run-of-the-hands-through-the-hair in the morning before heading out to school. his hair is naturally a light brown colour - just a shade up from dirty blonde - and, on a dare, adam added some blonde streaks into the mix. his hair is cut into a somewhat scene cut, his bangs usually covering his eyes and his hair flying on the wings of love on windy days, and it's just messy on normal days.
FACE ,
adam has a sweet face. quite innocent, if you will. his eyes are large and golden - they always seem to reflect his emotions, no matter how hard he's trying to hide that he's angry, depressed, worried or maybe estatic. his face is so easy to read, it's almost like a little kid - with good news, excitement spreads throughout his face and a huge, white smile lights up his face. his coverboy smile is one of his best features. it seems to match nicely with his plain, never-seems-to-be-able-to-tan face.
BODY ,
adam stands at about five foot eight and a half, not being too tall for his age, but then again not being too short. he's pretty much average with everything concerning his body. he possesses a slim build, carrying but only one hundred and thirty nine pounds, and has pretty much average features. it's his talents that are interesting, not so much his body.
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`it's a m0.therfu.cking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over;
it's like my signature kinda thing;
oh god not this again, i so suck;
it's like children of the corn but worse;
you know one day i'm going ;
it's just this weird innate thing;
some things just make me scream;
that is the most digusting thing ever;
you best remember this b.itch;
OPTIMISTIC ,
adam is very optimistic. no matter what the situation, this boy can always find a happy side to it. adam could be finding out that he will never walk again, or never see again and he could manage to find an upside to it. (i get to ride around in a wheelchair all day! ; hooray! i get a free puppy.) adam believes that every situation will be okay in the end. it's a gift, really. he can make anyone feel better just by telling them that 'everything is going to be okay', and not only meaning it, but being able to make the person he's saying it to believe it.
CREATIVE ,
adam is very creatvive. and he needs to be, for school, but even outside of school his creative blood is always flowing. he always has some sort of rhythm, a beat, a tune, in his head that he's working on. lyrics seem to pour out of the boy like he's a faucet, and the hydro bills have been paid for the month. adam has been known to carry a pen for when the writing mood strikes. the only time that adam isn't creative is when he gets his writers block, which usually happens around exam times in school, or when he is under too much pressure.
MUSICAL ,
although the department that he's into kind of states it, adam is very musical. it's always been in his blood. music is pretty much his life - he is always either listening to music, playing his own music or writing down music that he can play later. adam simply finds it fascinating that you can take sounds and words and make them into something that can cause you to feel certain ways. for example, adam loves how if you play the right riff on the guitar, you can make someone happy; or if you have the right arrangement of words you can make someone cry. adam strives for this.
SWEET ,
adam couldn't be an asshole even if he tried. he's the kind of guy that would step on a bug and feel bad about it afterwords, or see an abandoned puppy on the street and feel bad for it, maybe even take it to the shelter. even if he wasn't always sweet, adam sure is now. he loves to make others feel special. because of this sweet atribute, adam is the kind of guy who would suprise a girlfriend with flowers just because he felt like getting them for her. no real reason at all. even his smile screams sweet. maybe this is why he made the switch from cutter to optimist.
FRIENDLY ,
anyone will tell you that adam is probably one of the nicest kids that they know. he's the kind of guy that would strike up a conversation with the new kid. if you were to look back into his history and try to figure out what made him this way, it would probably be a little hard to decipher. two years ago he was a different person, but now his softer side is showing. sometimes, however, people try to take advantage of adam's friendly nature, so even if he's being friendly, he takes a while to trust people completely.
INDEPENDANT ,
one thing that you will learn if you hang out around adam is that he is very independant. he tries not to lean onto others for help very often, to try to figure things out on his own. most of the time he succeeds. he's his own person - he isn't fake. if adam likes a certain band, he isn't afraid to tell people about it. he doesn't follow 'trends' or crouds. he's not a sheep. but that doesn't mean that he's a leader either - oh, no. adam hates being in charge. it's just he hates decision-making, so being in charge doesn't go well with him.
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`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
it's cause you were dropped as a child;
that's what i'll look like when i'm old;
you know the different kind of uncle; n/a
and the one that looks like a rat; n/a
pretty freakin sure we're not related; n/a
yea they used to eat my shoelaces;
it's like hell but only faster;
born to dreamer mother mary julie hixen and father john derek hixen on a cold september night, adam was the first born of the hixen clan; and the only male to be born. after his birth, his mother didn't seem to be able to have any babies except girls. adam didn't mind, though - he grew protective over all of his sisters - danielle and julie, twins born a year after him and sarah, born two years later. for the first years of his life, everything seemed to be going adams way. he had a normal family life. or atleast he thought that he had a normal life.
throughout grade school, adam began to notice things around his home. things dissapearing. he didn't think much of it, though - if you were living in a house with four kids, things were bound to go missing. but then the fights started. his parents would fight for hours, screaming at eachother at the tops of their lungs with the kids in the next room. adam, wanting to protect his sisters, usually tried to get them out of the house, to the park, wherever - just away from the fighting. one time, though, when adam was ten, he decided that he was going to try and intervene on one of the fights. a huge mistake.
his parents were fighting about money, or something. adam found out a few days earlier that his father had lost their job, and the family had very little money saved up. when his parents had stopped to take a breather, wide-eyed ten-year old adam tried to ask them to stop. his father told him to go away, but adam was persistant, insisting that the yelling wasn't going to help and that he was just scaring his sisters. his father got so angry that he just left, out of the house.
that night, when adam was all alone, his father came home. and that's when they started - the beatings. adam's father was very creative, and hit him in places that nobody would bother to check. he used the palm of his hand to keep from making bruises on his face. adam was in constant pain, and constant fear of his father. he didn't tell anybody, though - it was his secret. his father treatened to hurt the rest of his family, and adam had the fear that people wouldn't believe him. the beating continued for years, to adams dismay, until one night when things got out of hand.
adam had just gotten home from a very long day at school. his father, who was equally angry, hit adam. adam had had enough, though.... and he fought back. the two fought through the house, and broke many things in their wake - lamps, tables, whatever was in their way. it ended when adam's mother got home, and adam lay breathless on the bottom of the stairs. his mother called an ambulance, and adam's father covered quickly saying that adam had "fallen down the stairs". adam didn't bother correcting him until they were safe and at the hospital. adam's mother was so worried, and she had a feeling that he wasn't telling the truth. finally, after much proding, adam finally admitted the story - and cried throughout it, something he never did.
his mother, mortified, kicked his father out of the house. john moved away to god knows where, and that was the end that they heard from him - he didn't even send money for the kids, who needed it. on her salary alone, mary couldn't support her four kids. she got some help from her parents, who came to live with the family in their house. adam always liked his grandfather, roger; he told the most interesting stories, and could make anything better. when adam asked how he did that, his grandfather told him "i'm an optimist. if you believe that everything will be okay, it will."
that was the start of things. adam was starting to feel better about his situation. it wasnt until he turned fourteen that his grandfather passed away. "it was his time", a teary-eyed mother had explained, but adam had had enough of life and how it sucked. adam dropped the whole "optimist" act and started getting involved with the wrong croud. it wasn't long until he started cutting. he didn't want to kill himself, no. it was more like... this was something in his life that he could control. it wasn't unpredictable like all the other pain he'd felt. he knew how to hurt himself and how long it would hurt for. he found comfort in this control.
but adams behavior was bad, and he knew it. he was sent to the guidance councellor one day after the gym teacher saw his scars on his wrist. after weeks, adam finally spilled his situation to the guidance councellor, and the councellor, shocked, did his best to help adam. he really did, and he really made a difference. adam stopped cutting, and started to piece his life back together. he got a job, made amends with all of his family members, and got back on the right track. his mother was so proud of him, it was unbelievable. his sisters liked having their protective older brother back, too. his optimistic, friendly personality returned.
it wasn't too long after that when adam met his girlfriend. they were friends at first, total opposites, but they ended up going out. even though adam is head-over-heels in love with her, he dislikes the fact that they have to date in secret... he feels somewhat embarrased that she is embarrased to be seen dating him, even though he knows it's not about embarrasment, it's about the social ladder. adam decided to suck it up, because, hey - love isn't all easy, right?
although adam does wish that things were different. maybe if he was born into a rich family, maybe if his dad hadn't treated his family so poorly, maybe if he hadn't gone down that bad path that things would be different. adam can't control this, either, though. adam, being too ashamed and scared of his past, has yet to tell anyone about the beatings his father gave him. the only people who know are his family.
recently, adam's father has been trying to get in contact with adam. somehow he got a hold of his cellphone number, and adam has been ignoring his calls since the first. he has been too afraid to meet him, let alone even think of forgiving him - and adam hasn't had the guts to tell anybody of his contacting. it makes adam want to cut again to think of how he abandoned his family, but adam would never do that again. he has too much to live for. adam knows that it's wrong to keep this secret from lucy, but he can't tell her yet. it's his problem, and he wants to come to terms with this before he tells lucy.
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`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
i don't know what it means, something with; music ; third year
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; i think that's it
you must be smelling your own crotch;
this is just a quick, brain-dead post from another site i'm on. :P
Haylie nodded, supposing that she was right. Haylie had always been interested in the process of healing, however; she found it fascinating that someone had the abilities to remove all the pain, all of the injuries from someone, without having to do anything more than wish it. It was fascinating through the psychics eyes, really. It was a very useful ability, and one that could save many lives, unlike hers. She could always when someone was lying, though, and that was a very nice ability to have.
"Well, that sounds much more interesting than what I was doing before I came here. I was... well, doing nothing, really. There isn't much saving the world to be done by someone with my powers."
And that was just how Haylie felt - that she wished she had some sort of powers that could help people. The only helpful power she thought that she possessed was perhaps precognition, as that could come in handy sometimes. Other times it was just a pain in the ass, always knowing about the suprise party before it happened, no matter how good your friends were at keeping secrets or how stealthily they snuck up behind you.
In reference to her comment about students having their own healing powers, Haylie shrugged. "Sure, some kids might possess the powers, but I doubt that all of them know how to control it as you do." That was a very important word, control. If you couldn't control your powers, what use were they to you? Without proper control one with certain abilities could kill tens of thousands of people within mere minutes. Some abilities could just go unnoticed, however.
"Yes, please," Haylie was estatic at the thought of coffee. She always needed to have a cup at the beginning of her day to wake her up from her post-sleep funk. And today it was an especially bad morning. Her alarm hadn't gone off and the shower water hadn't heated up. She was tired and this would be the perfect pick-me-up; and by the smell of things, Koleyna liked her coffee strong. Perfect.
"Ah, I see. Well I guess it's a good idea to take a break every once in a while," Haylie nodded slowly as she poured a precise cup of coffee from the pot into her cup. When a drop tried to escape onto the counter, Haylie simply used her abilities to drop it back into the mug, as if it were a reflex. After this Haylie picked up the mug, and took a sip of the coffee. She liked it black; it just seemed to get her going better.
"Well, that sounds much more interesting than what I was doing before I came here. I was... well, doing nothing, really. There isn't much saving the world to be done by someone with my powers."
And that was just how Haylie felt - that she wished she had some sort of powers that could help people. The only helpful power she thought that she possessed was perhaps precognition, as that could come in handy sometimes. Other times it was just a pain in the ass, always knowing about the suprise party before it happened, no matter how good your friends were at keeping secrets or how stealthily they snuck up behind you.
In reference to her comment about students having their own healing powers, Haylie shrugged. "Sure, some kids might possess the powers, but I doubt that all of them know how to control it as you do." That was a very important word, control. If you couldn't control your powers, what use were they to you? Without proper control one with certain abilities could kill tens of thousands of people within mere minutes. Some abilities could just go unnoticed, however.
"Yes, please," Haylie was estatic at the thought of coffee. She always needed to have a cup at the beginning of her day to wake her up from her post-sleep funk. And today it was an especially bad morning. Her alarm hadn't gone off and the shower water hadn't heated up. She was tired and this would be the perfect pick-me-up; and by the smell of things, Koleyna liked her coffee strong. Perfect.
"Ah, I see. Well I guess it's a good idea to take a break every once in a while," Haylie nodded slowly as she poured a precise cup of coffee from the pot into her cup. When a drop tried to escape onto the counter, Haylie simply used her abilities to drop it back into the mug, as if it were a reflex. After this Haylie picked up the mug, and took a sip of the coffee. She liked it black; it just seemed to get her going better.
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guess what?
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steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
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[/font]and the winner is... of white pages made this not you
steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
no redistribution without credit or a link posted in the correct thread
at the above website. do not change anything
