Post by Ezekiel Kripke on Jun 9, 2009 18:50:23 GMT -5
`EZEKIEL LUCAS KRIPKE!
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`THE CITY LOOKS SO PRETTY!
[/font]NICKNAMES Zeke, Zekay
AGE Twenty-five
GENDER Male
SPECIES Were Wolf
RELIGON Doesn't know what he believes in
SEXUALITY straight [if he gets drunk enough he might swing]
STATUS single
OCCUPATION OR GRADE photography & painting
PLAY BY Jensen Ackles
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`DO YOU WANT TO BURN IT WITH ME?
[/font]CHARACTER NAME DISLIKES Most of his family, his father, threats to people he cares about, being a monster, being emotional, his bi-polar anger, not being trusted, hurting people, being pitied
FEARS Being utterly alone & falling in love
SECRETS He has a child
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• MR. SARCASTIC -- Ezekiel has always been a sarcastic kind of person, and seems to make enimies with everyone because of it. He constantly cracks not-so-flattering jokes without any really care about what that person would say. To strangers; he just a jack ass that no one really wants to be around. He's pretty much been like this his entire life, and just loves to mock and tease people about things that really don't matter. Well, until he points them out that is. Half of what comes out of his mouth is just completely bullshit tossed your way; and most of it never really makes you feel good about yourself either. True, he doesn't normally speak this way to the people that he cares about, but sometimes his old nature slips out and it becomes apparant. As if every word that comes from him is coated and covered with a rude personality and an even ruder ability to use sarcasm.
• THE WORST TEMPER -- He could quite possibly be the most angry person that you could ever meet. His personality practically revolves around his anger; a rage and fury that most people have never seen before. And it comes just as fast as it goes. One minute he could be calm; but if just one thing is upsetting enough he seems to almost...explode. Most of it is blamed on the blood thirsty wolf inside him, because most of it normally ends in him attacking someone. On several occasions this side of him comes out. But the weirdest thing is that its brought on by anything. And is sometimes even used when protecting someone. Because of his power of rage; its sometimes good. Depending on the situation of course. Seveal occasions his anger exploded from him and helped people. He feels nothing when he's anger. Just rage. No pain. No sadness. Nothing. But, of course, there is always a down side to that. Many of his loved ones that happened to get on his bad side (or god forbid say something he didn't want to dawn on) have been attacked by him in the past. Its uncontrollable. Which effects him as a person; because despite what everyone says, he's a danger.
• THE FOLLOWER -- Because of the wolf inside him; he as two choices. Either be born an alpha and a leader -- or fall behind as a subordinate. Living with the leader of his family, and all of the Lupricans, his father had always been the alpha. And Ezekiel had always been the subordinate. And because of this he has a very co-dependant type of personality sometimes. He is not good with decisons, nor is he intellegent enought to rely on anything leader-like at all. He is, and always was a follower. Sometimes his personality and outlook suggests he is a power-trip sort of guy. But the truth is, he had been beaten by his father so many times that part of him has been all but lost. His emotions tend to latch onto other's; and become them. If someone is afriad, Ezekiel feels afriad. If someone is angry, Ezekiel feels angry. Just like the mind-link between the pack members, whether you are a wolf or not; he feels it.
• SO SELFLESS -- He never used to be like this, but after coming to here he has changed. Drastically. His circle of care has just opened up wider and wider untill he couldn't really fit any more people. But because of that, he outsted himself out. He has become a man with a drive to die with dignity. Be a hero. God knows he could never be; but he's determinded too. Even if it meant casting out himself and not caring for himself. Maybe that won't help him get anywhere but at this point he feels it neccessary. He has become the guy that would jump in front of a speeding train to save someone and take the hit himself. Dying with dignity. There really is no dignity in death, but Ezekiel want's to at least try. He is determinded to try to get the ones around him happy. But lately it really hasn't been working; and despite his over-drive to do so its becoming almost impossible. He cares too much. He worries too much. And because of it he is slowly deterioting. Too much things to worry about on his shoulders. Everyone has a breaking point. And he has pretty much reached it.
• TWO FACED -- Ezekiel has this swtich, in the back of his brain. And one moment he was someone. And then next he wasn't. It could quite possibly be the difference between him and a wolf. But he feels something different. Unlike everyone else who is a human with an animal inside them -- Ezekiel was an animal with a human inside him. Its hard to control; and even harder to understand. He does really have a good and a bad side; like some sort of far-too realstic Dr. Jykle and Mr. Hyde. But its true, really is. And its all determinded by emotions. He could suddenly be depressed, quiet, distant; and then become something entirely else. A monster. The wolf side is constantly fighting, wanting to come out and cause destruction. And he is forced to fight that. Every living breathing second of his life. And he can't. He can't always keep it up and then it slips out and he's dangerous again. Hurting people he doesn't want to. Doing things he never would do. Ezekiel has always been an unpredictable person, but it seems like its getting worse and worse as time goes by.
• HIDDEN GOOD SIDE -- Despite all of this; deep, deep down inside of Ezekiel; he is a good person. Its just really hard to find. He is truly a caring and kind person. Its just...buried far down in there. His horrible childhood and 'job' his father had given him destroyed it, pushed it so far down that it rarely comes up. But when it does; its important. Its a person inside Ezekiel that everyone could love. Someone that isn't constantly plauged by anger and grief. Someone that cares about you. Loves you. Although deep down inside him and small compared to everything else he feels; its a huge difference. Most people would love to see this side of him, always. But that's something that just occurs to him as being impossible. He couldn't reverse what happened to him. The things he did. The people he killed. So no, it isn't a dominiate part of him. But it could be the most important one.
• RELATIONSHITS -- Love. Its a funny thing. And so horribly complicated for Ezekiel. His entire life has been made up of breakups and fake-loves. Sometimes he wonders if he even knows what love is anymore. There was no love for his father; and the cruel and horrible bastard of the man taught him love wasn't important. And because of that; it has always been hard for him. The first person he loved was his brother. God he cared about him so much it was just insane. But when he lost Desmond; he lost love. But when it comes to women, he is even worse. Almsot everyone he has every actualy fallen for was either dead or just...gone. Out of his reach. It started with Lori. His real first love. And he did love her. Unconditonally. He even told her what he was, considering she was a human. He told her everything. Which was a huge first for him. He barely told people anything. Not even Desmond. He practically took his heart out and gave it too her. But then...she just left. Got up and left him. Of course, at the time he was dumfounded. Years later he realized she was pregnant with his kid. But it hurt him. Destroyed the loving part of him that was just starting to grow back. And because of it; he is never really able to love anything. Or at least; he does. But just doens't show it very well. Or knows what to do with it. Love scares him -- he doesn't want to end up like he had with Lori.
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`COME ON AND GRAB YOUR CHILDREN!
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WHILE YOU TAKE YOUR TIME
WHILE YOU TAKE YOUR TIME
The room was dark, quiet, and had a horrible smell hanging over it, but no one seemed to mind. People kept flocking in, large groups at a time, taking up the tables and pushing some aside to make there own dance floor. They seemed to come in waves. One young group would come in, drink, dance, laugh, and leave, then two minutes later another group came stumbling in and back out. But threw all the commotion and noise, one soul person never seemed to move. He sat up at the bar, empty shot glasses and bottle beginning to build up around him like a fortress. His mind was off and lost, his eyes glazed over. He just wasn't all there, at least not tonight anyways.[/blockquote][/quote]
Memories would come flooding back in groups, just like the people in the bar. Maybe thoughts of his sixteenth birthday one minute, then a past girlfriend the next. They just kept coming, and it seemed it was only the bad ones. But then again, it seemed like the good memories never came. He scarcely had any, or his mind just shut them away, in case, he wasn't seeing them right now. It was just the horrible memories that someone would suppress and shove in the back of their minds, or try to completely shut them out. Like that ever worked though. It never had for Dean, so what was the point in trying now? The fact was there wasn't, but at least the bad times gave him an excuse to drink.
He downed another yeagerbomb, and looked at the bartender with a raised eyebrow. The large bald man seemed to laugh and shake his head as he walked over. "You're gunna drink yourself to death if you keep comin' in every night and drink this much," he said as he poured a glass of whiskey. "I'm counting on it," Dean said with a smile before taking the glass of whiskey and swallowed it with ease. The bar tender shook his head and chuckled slightly. "You have some serious problems Dean...." Slowly he started picking up the empty shot glasses and beer bottle that were surrounding Dean. He gave up after awhile, and just sighed. ''You are gunna drink this whole place..." he said as he turned to look and see how many whiskey bottles he had left. "Hey, on the bright side, think of how much money you will be getting when I leave." The bartender chuckled, then turned to get some woman farther down the bar a drink.
Alone again. Dean leaned over and placed his forehead on the old wooden bar. He shut his eyes for a moment, taking in a shallow breath. Then he banged his head against the bar a few times, and sat back up. His green eyes looked straight ahead at all the bottles up on the wall, trying to choose which one he was going to try next. He smiled as he saw a Smirnoff Vodka bottle. Maybe that would be strong enough to knock him out. Seeing the the bartender was busy, Dean just sort of hopped over the bar, grabbed the bottle, and hopped back over. He didn't even bother getting a glass, or using one of his old ones for that matter. He just opened the bottle, and took a swig from it. He slightly made a face as the alcohol burned down his throat. He just hoped that the vodka would be strong enough. It seemed that lately he was having trouble getting drunk, or even buzzed for that matter. He drank so much lately that it just didn't seem to affect him anymore, like he had built up a strong resistance to it. And it was defiantly pissing him off.
The bottle of vodka didn't last long, and Dean slammed the empty bottle down with a loud slam. A couple people turned to look at him, but he just narrowed his eyes and they quickly went back to what they were doing. He grunted and turned around on his stool, leaning his back up against the bar. His eyes looking through the smoking air and at the completely smashed people dancing, and one couple off in the distance making out. They all seemed so happy. It was almost discusting. People shouldn't be allowed to be that happy, so filled with joy. Maybe Dean was just jealous, jealous that he never got to live that life. He just got the fucked up life, the reject life that nobody else wanted. Other people would have killed themselves by now if they were in his shoes, and it was slightly surprising that he hadn't yet. But someone had to live this life, so why not him? He had nothing else better to do anyways.
With a sigh he turned back around, and grabbed an empty bottle. He stared into it as his mind began to wander off again. He just hoped that someone would come along and distract him from his thoughts long enough to make them go away.
Ha. Like anyone would ever talk to him.
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tagged: OPEN!
status: finished
listening to: Goo Goo Dolls -- dont know the name of the song >.< (let love in?)
sticky notes: it is way to early >.<
`LOOK OUT FOR BURNING BUILDINGS!
[/font]NICKNAMES Nanners, Zekay [ironic, yes]
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? PM
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Sinful Tears
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