Post by MACKENZIE NOELLE PARKER on Oct 2, 2009 18:03:08 GMT
MACKENZIE NOELLEPARKER
it's not like I need somebody
TELLING ME WHERE I SHOULD GO AT NIGHT
[/left][/blockquote]it's not like I need somebody
TELLING ME WHERE I SHOULD GO AT NIGHT
FULL NAME: mackenzie noelle parker
NICKNAME: kenzie / kenze
AGE: 19 years
YEAR: imma say first yera.
ACCOMMODATION: cells
BIRTHDATE: august 16
GENDER: male
ORIENTATION: homosexual <3
STATUS: single
CANON/ORIGINAL: all mine.
don't worry you'll find somebody
SOMEONE TO TELL HOW TO LIVE THEIR LIFE
LIKES:
attention
makeup
fashion
injuries
lies
violence
vanity
razors
himself
touching males
beauty
DISLIKES:
ignorance
haters
weakness
confinement
confrontation
other people who demand attention
hearing the truth
vegetables
backstabbing
misunderstandings
STRENGTHS:
sweet talking - mackenzie has a habit of getting out of things due to his ability to talk sappily sweet to others - especially men.
strong - despite the fact he dresses as a female, mackenzie has a very powerful attitude and is not afraid to use violence.
willful - mackenzie will rarely back down and will continue fighting his points.
sensual - mackenzie will often use his appearance to get things, though this doesn't always work, depending on the tastes of others.
WEAKNESSES:
loud mouth mackenzie, because he is often not afraid of what others think, often gets in trouble by talking too much.
cutter - when things don't go his way, mackenzie will resort to cutting himself and, therefore, shows a STRONG sense of how insecure he really is.
clumsy - because of his desire to be so perfect, mackenzie becomes not very coordianted and usually ends up making a fool of himself.
egotistical - kenzie will often find that he is above others and therefore, doesn't care what he says...
FEARS:
death - though he cuts himself and loves violence, mackenzie is terrified of no longer being a part of the world.
taunting - despite the fact he hides it, mackenzie is revolted by and terrified of others when they make fun of him.
medics - these people terrify him, as he does not want them to ruin anything about his perfect self.
GOALS:
ESCAPE! - mackenzie is striving to leave the confines of this place and will attempt anything he can think of.
model - despite the fact he is now in extreme confinment, mackenzie will never hold back on his desire to be a model.
SECRETS:
mackenzie is highly insecure and terribly obsessed with perfection.
DISORDER: gender identity disorder && Narcissitic personality disorder
PERSONALITY:
mackenzie noelle parker, though he obviously has very high hopes for himself, and is not afraid to display himself in a highly sexual and over-the-top manner.
He likes to own the limelight and demands attention at all times..When shunned, as he often was in highschool for his odd sense of dress, kenzie takes to cutting himself and becoming almost paranoid. He enjoys dressing and behaving in a seductive manner, trying to get people, espeically boys, to like him...
While appearnig to be almost snobbish, mackenzie loves his friends, though he has a hard time keeping them: he will try to outdo them, and often makes sure they have no way of becoming prettier than himself before befriending them.
however, when he does make friends, he will most likely keep them forever.
should something happen to sever these ties, mackeznie lives in hate and loathing of said 'friends'.
'cause you're so perfect
AND NO ONE MEASURES UP
PB: JEFFREE FUCKIN' STAR
HEIGHT: 6 feet
WEIGHT: 112lbs
HAIR: mackenzie, his hair normally a cascading stream of vibrant pinks and oranges, now keeps his hair in a chopped, short style, working with the angles and using false hair to weave into his scalp, giving him all different sorts of styles on any given day.
EYES: mackenzie, though his eyes are normally and usually a warm shade of amber, oftentimes will wear violent contacts that give his eyes a blue tone.
BODY TYPE: mackenzie is severely underweight, though he prefers it that way. despite this, he does not force himself to vomit, nor starve himself...it is simply the way he was born. he is tall and could be seen as clumsy, though he prefers not to call himself such. at the age of fourteen, mackenzie became obsessed with tattoos and has since covered himself in this form of art.
MUTATION: mackenzie will develop to grow a set of vicious claws as well as fangs, and possibly the narrow string of a tail.
papillon puppy.
STYLE:
mackenzie does not mind experimenting with style, though he prefers only owning designer materials and accesories. he dresses in a feminine manner and may simply sport shirts used as dresses, as well as female undergarments and highheeled shoes. he despises jeans or anything sort of restraining material.
yeah all by yourself
YOU'RE ALL MESSED UP
MOTHER: katherine - 39 - fashion designer - NYC
FATHER: james - 46 - business company CEO - NYC
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: genevieve -grandmother - 62 - designer - NYC
HISTORY ::
mackenzie noelle parker was born in late august to two obscenely wealthy individuals: katherine and james parker. his mother, a fashion designer, and father, a business entrepenuer, raised him as they saw fit, though, absorbed in work, he was often sent to day care and other such establishments most days of the week.
the young boy grew into his own style, which was nothing at all like his parents intended. he preferred dolls and hair ribbons to cars and sporting events, dresses to trousers and makeup to rugged play. before they knew it he was showing an obscene interest in other males, and though alarmed, mackenzie's parents tried not to show an obvious adversion to this new lifestyle. they tended to cave into his wishes and give him what he pleased, possibly because of how often he was taunted in school. because of this, mackenzie, though still utterly hurt by his peers, learned to count on his family for expensive trinkets and gifts.
having been brough up in las angeles, california for about ten years, mackenzie was extremely distraught when he found out that his father had been promoted and they would be moving to a prestigous part of new york city. feeling irritable and unable to get his way in this transition, it took a couple of years for the boy to adjust. while getting used to the new location, mackenzie dyed his hair a bright, vivid shade of pink, accented with streaks of orange, and mourned the loss of his now distant few friends.
he was put into a private school, where he was exposed to even more ridicule; though he learned to grow toughened to this, using his snide attitude to push him through. despite his outward signs of not caring what others thought of him, mackenzie was terrified of their taunting and took to self-mutilation. he made friends slowly, needing to gain trust before latching onto others.
his mother, now finding the family extremely comfortable with simply her husband's work, stopped working and took to being a housewife, working at charities and basking in riches; she found herself gaining more authority in the household and worked towards helping her son on his aspiration towards being a model.
though because of this, katherine parker found that her son was growing more and more demanding, and out of desperation, she sent him to live with her mother, a much more forceful woman with an electric personality and little tolerance for high-strung behavior.
mackenzie, finding this arrangement undesireable took to severely acting out and, one morning, unbeknownest to him, he was knocked out cold and taken to bellafields the testing facility.
unaware of where he was, mackenzie is now in a state of panic and is beginning to suffer terribly from this sudden change of scenery.
i was losing myself
TO SOMEBODY ELSE
OOC NAME: RENEE !!
AGE: EIGHTEEN
AREA: USA - new york (not the city)
CODEWORD: PRISMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ((thanks for the hints pey)) xDD
RP SAMPLE:
helmut couldn't help smirking to himself at his companion's words of being drunk on champagne...through his painful breathing, he was consious of the fact that he was not, indeed, the sensual young woman he'd been moment's before, and yet the comment made his emotions twitch slightly...as if he was capable of that sort of behavior, even when not under the influence of his other self...
feeling the breath come up from his taut stomach, pressed tightly against aidyn's, he was filled with a sort of comfort in this closeness, yet underneath it all was a wild panic...however, he must not think like that...aidyn was not his father....
the stripper underneath him began moving his hands down across his face, perhaps taking in the angles of his made-up visage, and as a chill swept up his spine and exploded in his brain, helmut appreciated everything that was aidyn. that messy, thick, oddly chopped hair, that carefully toned body; not overly worked, yet sculpted all the same. and most of all....those eyes....sombre and sad in shape, yet appraising and piercing in look.
helmut took a breath, his own eyes widening as he lost himself in those pools of bitter green and amber....there was feeling, a past helmut himself knew of almost entirely...anger and aggression, passion and cunning, and yet a desire to be something more, a faint, nearly drowned sense of self loathing...
perhaps it was his own feelings reflected back at him, but it shocked him to see it all in the depths of his companion's eyes....
seeing those emotions gave him a burst of confidence and love for the other...that he laughed at aidyn's next words and with a bark of laugh that was hardly his own, he purred aloud, almost helplessly:
"....show me....."
he spoke before he could stop himself...
and with aidyn's demand ringing in his pierced ears, helmut moved swiftly sideways. as if ordered by an invisible force, he could feel his skin crawling and burning, and suddenly he was no longer on top...no longer in control and the passionate fear filled his being as aidyn's limbs became a warm pressure on his own, aidyn's hands found his thighs and breathing became so jagged....
no trace of champagne remained inside of him now, and it was taking every bit of strength he had to remain helmut neiman.
feeling the breath come up from his taut stomach, pressed tightly against aidyn's, he was filled with a sort of comfort in this closeness, yet underneath it all was a wild panic...however, he must not think like that...aidyn was not his father....
the stripper underneath him began moving his hands down across his face, perhaps taking in the angles of his made-up visage, and as a chill swept up his spine and exploded in his brain, helmut appreciated everything that was aidyn. that messy, thick, oddly chopped hair, that carefully toned body; not overly worked, yet sculpted all the same. and most of all....those eyes....sombre and sad in shape, yet appraising and piercing in look.
helmut took a breath, his own eyes widening as he lost himself in those pools of bitter green and amber....there was feeling, a past helmut himself knew of almost entirely...anger and aggression, passion and cunning, and yet a desire to be something more, a faint, nearly drowned sense of self loathing...
perhaps it was his own feelings reflected back at him, but it shocked him to see it all in the depths of his companion's eyes....
seeing those emotions gave him a burst of confidence and love for the other...that he laughed at aidyn's next words and with a bark of laugh that was hardly his own, he purred aloud, almost helplessly:
"....show me....."
he spoke before he could stop himself...
and with aidyn's demand ringing in his pierced ears, helmut moved swiftly sideways. as if ordered by an invisible force, he could feel his skin crawling and burning, and suddenly he was no longer on top...no longer in control and the passionate fear filled his being as aidyn's limbs became a warm pressure on his own, aidyn's hands found his thighs and breathing became so jagged....
no trace of champagne remained inside of him now, and it was taking every bit of strength he had to remain helmut neiman.
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