[[aidyn charles makris]]

[AIDYN CHARLES MAKRIS]

AIDYNCHARLES MAKRIS



it's not like I need somebody
TELLING ME WHERE I SHOULD GO AT NIGHT

FULL NAME: aidyn charles makris
NICKNAME: aidy!
AGE: twenty-one
YEAR: year one
ACCOMMODATION: cells
BIRTHDATE: 21st of december
GENDER: male or female
ORIENTATION: bisexual
STATUS: single
CANON/ORIGINAL: completely original! :3

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don't worry you'll find somebody
SOMEONE TO TELL HOW TO LIVE THEIR LIFE

LIKES:

• sleeping in late
  
• nightlife
  
• boys & girls
  
• sex that's fast and hard!
  
• snide remarks
  
• reese's peanut butter cups
  
• dirty jokes
  
• stripping
  
• spanking xD
  
• dominance (only in himself)
  
• electronica & alternative rock
  

DISLIKES:

• children
  
• displaying vulnerabilty
  
• sprinkles
  
• early mornings
  
• solitude
  
• being forced into anything
  
• dominance (over himself)
  
• narrow-mindedness
  
• being ignored
  
• teasing (used against him)
  

STRENGTHS:

• self-confident
  
• open-minded
  
• holds his own ground
  
• agile/lithe
  

WEAKNESSES:

• explosive temper
  
• lack of self control
  
• easily suspicious
  
• sexual attention
  

FEARS:

• being seen in a state of vulnerability (particularly sadness)
  
• being dominated in any sense
  

GOALS:

• to achieve his own carnal pleasures/desires
  
• to find a way out of bellafields
  

SECRETS:

• beneath his confidence, there is a touch of self-consciousness that is what often sparks his anger towards others.
  
• craves real affection (although he hasn't yet realized this)
  

DISORDER: delusional disorder (erotomania)
PERSONALITY: (pre-admittance to bellafields): aidyn has always cared a great deal about his own appearance, but never in a particularly self-concious way...he is quite proud of the muscle that ripples easily throughout his form, and has a firm goal set in his mind to see to it that everyone appreciate him the way they, undoubtedly, should. not really caring about those around him, he is easily starved for attention, and hates the idea of being alone for even a second. silence is enough to kill him, inside, and should anyone abandon him for any reason at all, aidyn will lapse into a kind of anger-driven depression that will most likely lead to spasms of physical rage, where he'll vent on anyone who happens to be nearby.

he finds it incredibly entertaining to "make an impression" on people, and can be lead to do the craziest things in order to earn the physical affection of another. emotions, besides his own, mean absolutely nothing, and because of this, the young man has never experienced true love, although he's certainly acted upon the physical impulse many a time throughout his existance...

the human body has the strangest effect on him, and he loves skin perhaps more than can be considered healthy...whether its his own or that of another person, aidyn just can't stop himself from touching...

(post admittance): the change in aidyn is going to be very gradual...there isn't much to explain except that he's going to start thinking wholeheartedly that people are in love with him, and be very smug and perhaps anxious about it.

'cause you're so perfect
AND NO ONE MEASURES UP

PB: brandon killen
HEIGHT: 5' 9"
WEIGHT: 145 lbs
HAIR: caramel-colored and flecked with bits of a darker brown
EYES: hazel
BODY TYPE: aidyn's body is built up of lean muscle and he's noticably flexible and slender.
MUTATION: claws will gradually develop beneath the skin of his fingers, greatly resembling those of a lion. his already thick hair will experience rapid growth to form a sort of mane about his smooth face, and a thin lion's tail will gradually start to sprout from his tailbone. also, the growl to his voice will intensify considerably, sounding even more animalistic than usual.
STYLE: aidyn prefers tight clothing above all else...anything to accentuate his already lean muscle and throw his body into the sight of the world around him. he enjoys when strangers' eyes follow his lithe movements with interest and curiosity, and can often be seen donning dark skinny jeans and t-shirts made of rather sheer material. of course, he's overwhelmingly comfortable wearing nothing at all, of course, and some may find it offensive to see him frequently sliding down the waistline of his jeans or purposely pulling at the hem of his shirt. he loves attention more than anything else in the world, and aidyn finds these sorts of actions one of the quickest ways to achieve this much-sought-after attention.

yeah all by yourself
YOU'RE ALL MESSED UP

MOTHER: catherine helene rockwell - forty-one - pharmacist - new york, new york
FATHER: andrew julian makris - fifty - unknown - unknown
SIBLINGS: (brother) mason andrew makris - fourteen - highschool student - new york, new york
OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: n/a
HISTORY: aidyn was born in brooklyn on the coldest known day of the year: december 21st, to parents whose marriage was anything but stable. his father could rarely be found around their crumbling apartment, and his mother, who was fired from her position as a pharmacist about ten years after his birth, was now prone to heavy drinking and holing herself up in their home with nothing but regret on her heart and the unbearable weight of self pity for being such an evident failure in the lives of her now two children (mason daniel makris had been born six years after aidyn).

frequently skipping classes at the run-down school which he'd been expected to attend, aidyn, now fourteen, took to frequently sneaking away from their unstable home, and found himself work at an illegal strip joint for much more money than his family had ever received. at this point, the boy's father had been long gone, having taken off with a new girlfriend once his wife's mental health had noticeably started to dissolve. and so, without a man in his life to head the sad excuse for a household, aidyn took to recklessly spending his new wealth on means of perfecting his personal appearance, such as a slight amount of make-up, and more expensive clothing that he would've never been able to otherwise afford. vanity now terribly inflated, the boy often took to openly insulting and beating upon his family, as he now considered himself of a much higher value than they.

years passed without much disturbance for the boy, and he did nothing but advance to higher and higher positions within the club, gaining incredible favor in the eyes of patrons and the owner, giovanni de luca. but as economic decline overtook the city, aidyn's pay suffered drastically and he was now, in regards to wealth and even lifestyle choices, a noticably low-class individual. meanwhile, his mother had lifted herself out of depression and alcoholism and was now functioning as a pharmacist at the local drugstore. of course, it wasn't a high-paying gig, but it was enough to be the slightest notch above aidyn's work...this highly irritated him, and, at the age of seventeen, aidyn moved out of the family's apartment in order to find himself 'crashing space' elsewhere.

he still harbored a bit of anger towards his brother, whom his mother seemed to favor as a more responsible individual, but for the most part, aidyn has attempted to put his past and his family very much behind him...he seeks only the pleasures of life, and although he's grown rather comfortable with the routine of strip-club life and sleeping with whomever he can get his hands on, there is the desire deep within him for real affection, and even the comfort of honest friendship...beneath the hard exterior, aidyn is nothing but a child who's life has gone in the wrong direction...and he needs the help of others to pull him out from an existence that is drawn almost solely towards carnal pleasure...he needs faith...he needs stability...but more than either of these, aidyn makris needs love.

in the not-so-distant past, however, aidyn fell asleep in his crumbling apartment well past three in the morning, exhausted after another fast-paced night at the club...but when his eyes opened again, he found himself in a very different place, and was immediately sent into a raging panic. he still has no clue as to what he is doing here, and has just come to the realization that it is, by no means, just a dream...this is real...real and terrible...real and positively disastrous.

i was losing myself
TO SOMEBODY ELSE

OOC NAME: dani
AGE: eighteen
AREA: new york, usa! (not the city, just upstate)
CODEWORD: prism's (yes, with an apostrophe xD)
RP SAMPLE:

for a long while, he glanced idly at the tiles on the wall opposite him, body swaying unconsciously with the pounding music that somehow found its way over the roar of the water and into his system. the showerhead was a bit rusted in places, and the sound of the water running was anything but smooth, yet somehow his mind persisted to take in the music as though there were no barrier present at all.

swiftly, water streamed down against his form and coated his rippling muscle and skin in a constant, clear sheen of liquid. the flyaway hair atop his head flattened down against his scalp and around his neck while the dark eyeliner surrounding hazel eyes started to ebb away and run like blackened blood down the drain at his feet. he sighed heavily, and ran a hand distractly against his own flesh while bending his face back into the clear stream from the showerhead...the water was as warm as the plumbing here would allow, which wasn't saying much at all...but aidyn didn't particularly mind...he was used to this sort of routine...used to the quirks that came with living in an absolutely shitty apartment.

after another minute or so, a voice rang out past the blare of the music, and he immediately recognized it as champagne's...had it been anyone else, he probably would've snapped at the idea of waltzing, uninvited, into his home...but she was different...closer to him somehow than the average aquaintance in a way he couldn't quite explain. her dirty, cabaret jokes could leave him laughing for hours on end, and she knew how to get him horny perhaps better than half the people he'd ever done in his life. he couldn't help it...something about her just called for his respect, and maybe it had to do with the fact she'd been into the club scene longer even than himself. she'd felt the ache of leaving an unwanted life behind... the thrills and the pains of complete metamorphisis as time trickled steadily on beneath the blaring lights...

"room for one more, honey?" she'd asked in that almost simpering voice of hers, and aidyn felt a smirk cross his features as he pulled back the thin and wrinkled curtain and looked the dragqueen straight in the eye. she'd lost her flowing wig somewhere along the line and all that was left were the evidently masculine contours of her face, along with a trace of make-up and thick folds of gaudy clothing.

"i don't know..you keep looking at me like that and my dick's gonna take up the rest of the fucking space in here," he joked with an attempt to flick the streaming hair out of his eyes. lazily, he picked up the bar of soap from the side of the bathtub and ran it amusedly across his chest, still watching the dragqueen expectantly. he noticed that his phone was folded into her hand, and wondered idly just what she'd been doing with it previously.

"your shower not working over there or something?" he asked with an impish smile, noticing suddenly that the water was steadily spreading out into the main room as the battered curtain remained gaping open, "c'mon, get in here if you're gonna! the water's getting all over the fucking place...oh, and mind leaving my phone back in the livingroom? it's already almost dead on charge and i don't really want it blowing up and shit..."

aidyn laughed gruffly at his own remark, still swaying a little with the constant flow of music...it seemed that the songs were just blending into one another without a break...electronic notes colliding as though stemming from the exact same source...

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ooc: is there a reason all the likes/dislikes stuff is centered? i dont think i did anything wrong o.o