Post by Adam Collins on Jan 21, 2007 13:42:32 GMT -5
Character Information:
Basics:
Name: Adam Collins
Age: 15
Birthday: Jan. 14
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: door swings for girls
School And Life:
Year:
Year 10
Courses: (graduated students put what they did take)
Clubs: n/a
Clique: new, doesn't know anyone
House Number:
House Name:None
Job:None
History And Family:
History:
[its in first person, hope you like it.]
Scrambling I made my way under the bed, just to get away from the site I saw just now. My father yet again taking his anger out on my mother. It happened so often, every time she did something wrong, or even something right but he didn't like it, he would get pissed and beat her. I hated the site, but at 7 I couldn't do anything. Looking back on my life, I would say that I have the right to call my father a bastard and know its true.
I have nightmares about that unfaithful night, the one time I really tried to help my mother, good thing I was 13 and could fight because I could have died that night. She was being tortured by my father, I say it was rape the way he did it. I stood there in the doorway, watching it as everything happened. Finally, not knowing what came over me, I lashed out on my father. Tackling him I punched his face only twice before he threw me off and my back made contact with the edge of the bed. I do remember the first few moments when I heard my back slam against the bed and then a rush of pain running through my body. I sucked in air, watching in horror as my father towered over me. He lifted his foot and made to kick me, but I rolled over so he foot hit the bed.
That wasn't going to help me, what I did next I have never done before. Standing up, taking the pain as it ran through my entire body, I ran as quickly as I could out the door. That wasn't the end, he came storming after me. I took a sharp turn into the kitchen and grabbed anything I could. I looked down into my hand where I found the knife he had been using earlier for his dinner. I could hear him getting closer, the sound of his feet hitting the wooden floor boards erupted from the hall. I knew I had no time to make it in the living room and dial 9-1-1 because I would have to go out the way I came and past my father. So I did the worst thing, I stood waiting for him at the side of the door. As I watched him turn I stabbed the cool blade into his leg and made my way out of the kitchen and up the stairs to where my mother was, dressed and stuffing things into a bag.
I watched her look up, but stopping at the bloody hands of mine and then her gaze shot up to my face. Her expression made my insides hurt just to see it, the mix of fear and anger blended into one. She stood up and grabbed what she had, walking over to me and fluffing my hair. Walking out we both looked in the same direction, to my father who was at the bottom of the stairs, hold his bleeding leg and watching me, hatred burning through his eyes. I took a step forward but my mothers hand kept me from going any further. She walked slowly down the stairs, her gaze only watching the door behind him. He watched her shove past him, his eyes then finally darting back to me. My mother took a look back at me and motioned for me to come down. I made my descent but was met by a flying fist, hitting me off balance and I rolled down the last five steps. My mother screamed and tried to stop him, but he began beating her again. I stood up, watching the disgusting scene before me.
This time my mother couldn't take it, she died there, her neck had snapped under his blows. At the sight of her pale body, still and lonely, I ran. Ran as fast as I could just to get away from him. I didn't know where I was going, and really didn't care, as long as it was away from him and the blood of his only recently late wife on his hands. Tears fled down my cheeks, being blown dry by the wind. I stopped and looked around, not seeing anything familiar. I didn't get it, I had been running for an hour but I didn't think I had gotten that far. Of course I had, I had ran so long that my feet were swollen the next day. Being found wasn't my top priority at the time. All I wanted was to get away, to forget about everything that was bundled in my past. I knew of course that would never happen of course. I took myself to a hotel and bought a room just so I could sleep for a while without the worries of being found.
Thats the sad story of what has been going on in my life so far, and that is all I will tell you. I am sorry, but this is the end of my story and I must bid farewell, good bye.
--Adam
Family:
Claire Collins - Mother, murdered
Malcom Collins - Father, unknown
Pets:
N/A
Blood:
AB
Country of origin:
America
Inside And Out:
Personality:
Adam is a personal DJ who can bring out your soul with music. Nah, but he can bring your soul out with music. Anyway, he is a happy go lucky kid who has been lost in his past for so long it was great to find his way out. He doesn't easily trust others, a wall protects him from others. His past is his business, as far back as he will say is when he began living with Mr.Terona. He can be a real pain but some sharp words can put him straight. He is just a kid who is hard to say no to, actually, it is slightly impossible to say no to him, his eyes sparkling in front of you.
I Bruise Like a Peach -- Adam is a bit of a sensitive kid, he has moments where he seems really upset about things that have happened. This part of him was permanently damaged by his father. He can't watch a girl get hurt without wanting to help her in some way, thats why he gets in so many fights. His heart goes out to those who are getting hurt not only by parents but also by their peers.
Just another Lonely Face In a Crowd -- Some of the time Adam seems really depressed or lonely, but thats just the way he is. There are times when he thinks about that night and turns really gloomy and others when he is just a little... 'distant'.
I'm Searching The Stars -- He is a sweet, sweet boy. His heart is always in the right place. He may seem like a total bad ass but he isn't, he actually has feelings and shows them, unlike most guys. If he is happy, he'll show it, if he is in love, he will show it. He isn't very good at hiding his feelings so he doesn't try to anymore.
EWWWWWWWWWW! -- His fears? He is freaked out by any type of moth, cockroach, or cricket. It was just a little thing about him not many knew, unless they were lucky enough to watch him freak out about it. Now that was a sight to see. He also fears death of a loved one, but not death of himself, he understands that at some point you have to give up.
Thats Pathetic -- What he dislikes most are posers, which there a bunch of here in Westfield. That and girls who believe they are everything. Strangely, he doesn't care about 'The Three'. Those girls are great, but he just doesn't obsess over them like many others do.
Strengths:
He really doesn't have any strengths, only weaknesses
Weaknesses :
his father
death
pain
Eye Color:
I think they are blue, or brown
Hair Color:
blond
Brief Description:
Adam has those peircing eyes, the adorable smile and the short, fluffy hair. What else would you want. He is built with nothing but pure muscle, even though he doesn't work out. His stomach is a flat, not really much of a six pack there, not really anything there, its just flat.
Celebrity:
Cody Linley
Picture:
the blond boy
Basics:
Name: Adam Collins
Age: 15
Birthday: Jan. 14
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: door swings for girls
School And Life:
Year:
Year 10
Courses: (graduated students put what they did take)
Clubs: n/a
Clique: new, doesn't know anyone
House Number:
House Name:None
Job:None
History And Family:
History:
[its in first person, hope you like it.]
Scrambling I made my way under the bed, just to get away from the site I saw just now. My father yet again taking his anger out on my mother. It happened so often, every time she did something wrong, or even something right but he didn't like it, he would get pissed and beat her. I hated the site, but at 7 I couldn't do anything. Looking back on my life, I would say that I have the right to call my father a bastard and know its true.
I have nightmares about that unfaithful night, the one time I really tried to help my mother, good thing I was 13 and could fight because I could have died that night. She was being tortured by my father, I say it was rape the way he did it. I stood there in the doorway, watching it as everything happened. Finally, not knowing what came over me, I lashed out on my father. Tackling him I punched his face only twice before he threw me off and my back made contact with the edge of the bed. I do remember the first few moments when I heard my back slam against the bed and then a rush of pain running through my body. I sucked in air, watching in horror as my father towered over me. He lifted his foot and made to kick me, but I rolled over so he foot hit the bed.
That wasn't going to help me, what I did next I have never done before. Standing up, taking the pain as it ran through my entire body, I ran as quickly as I could out the door. That wasn't the end, he came storming after me. I took a sharp turn into the kitchen and grabbed anything I could. I looked down into my hand where I found the knife he had been using earlier for his dinner. I could hear him getting closer, the sound of his feet hitting the wooden floor boards erupted from the hall. I knew I had no time to make it in the living room and dial 9-1-1 because I would have to go out the way I came and past my father. So I did the worst thing, I stood waiting for him at the side of the door. As I watched him turn I stabbed the cool blade into his leg and made my way out of the kitchen and up the stairs to where my mother was, dressed and stuffing things into a bag.
I watched her look up, but stopping at the bloody hands of mine and then her gaze shot up to my face. Her expression made my insides hurt just to see it, the mix of fear and anger blended into one. She stood up and grabbed what she had, walking over to me and fluffing my hair. Walking out we both looked in the same direction, to my father who was at the bottom of the stairs, hold his bleeding leg and watching me, hatred burning through his eyes. I took a step forward but my mothers hand kept me from going any further. She walked slowly down the stairs, her gaze only watching the door behind him. He watched her shove past him, his eyes then finally darting back to me. My mother took a look back at me and motioned for me to come down. I made my descent but was met by a flying fist, hitting me off balance and I rolled down the last five steps. My mother screamed and tried to stop him, but he began beating her again. I stood up, watching the disgusting scene before me.
This time my mother couldn't take it, she died there, her neck had snapped under his blows. At the sight of her pale body, still and lonely, I ran. Ran as fast as I could just to get away from him. I didn't know where I was going, and really didn't care, as long as it was away from him and the blood of his only recently late wife on his hands. Tears fled down my cheeks, being blown dry by the wind. I stopped and looked around, not seeing anything familiar. I didn't get it, I had been running for an hour but I didn't think I had gotten that far. Of course I had, I had ran so long that my feet were swollen the next day. Being found wasn't my top priority at the time. All I wanted was to get away, to forget about everything that was bundled in my past. I knew of course that would never happen of course. I took myself to a hotel and bought a room just so I could sleep for a while without the worries of being found.
Thats the sad story of what has been going on in my life so far, and that is all I will tell you. I am sorry, but this is the end of my story and I must bid farewell, good bye.
--Adam
Family:
Claire Collins - Mother, murdered
Malcom Collins - Father, unknown
Pets:
N/A
Blood:
AB
Country of origin:
America
Inside And Out:
Personality:
Adam is a personal DJ who can bring out your soul with music. Nah, but he can bring your soul out with music. Anyway, he is a happy go lucky kid who has been lost in his past for so long it was great to find his way out. He doesn't easily trust others, a wall protects him from others. His past is his business, as far back as he will say is when he began living with Mr.Terona. He can be a real pain but some sharp words can put him straight. He is just a kid who is hard to say no to, actually, it is slightly impossible to say no to him, his eyes sparkling in front of you.
I Bruise Like a Peach -- Adam is a bit of a sensitive kid, he has moments where he seems really upset about things that have happened. This part of him was permanently damaged by his father. He can't watch a girl get hurt without wanting to help her in some way, thats why he gets in so many fights. His heart goes out to those who are getting hurt not only by parents but also by their peers.
Just another Lonely Face In a Crowd -- Some of the time Adam seems really depressed or lonely, but thats just the way he is. There are times when he thinks about that night and turns really gloomy and others when he is just a little... 'distant'.
I'm Searching The Stars -- He is a sweet, sweet boy. His heart is always in the right place. He may seem like a total bad ass but he isn't, he actually has feelings and shows them, unlike most guys. If he is happy, he'll show it, if he is in love, he will show it. He isn't very good at hiding his feelings so he doesn't try to anymore.
EWWWWWWWWWW! -- His fears? He is freaked out by any type of moth, cockroach, or cricket. It was just a little thing about him not many knew, unless they were lucky enough to watch him freak out about it. Now that was a sight to see. He also fears death of a loved one, but not death of himself, he understands that at some point you have to give up.
Thats Pathetic -- What he dislikes most are posers, which there a bunch of here in Westfield. That and girls who believe they are everything. Strangely, he doesn't care about 'The Three'. Those girls are great, but he just doesn't obsess over them like many others do.
Strengths:
He really doesn't have any strengths, only weaknesses
Weaknesses :
his father
death
pain
Eye Color:
I think they are blue, or brown
Hair Color:
blond
Brief Description:
Adam has those peircing eyes, the adorable smile and the short, fluffy hair. What else would you want. He is built with nothing but pure muscle, even though he doesn't work out. His stomach is a flat, not really much of a six pack there, not really anything there, its just flat.
Celebrity:
Cody Linley
Picture:
the blond boy