Post by HAILEY MANSON on Jan 3, 2010 18:44:00 GMT -6
[/u]-Hailey is hostile & his drugs can either increase or decrease this. His temper is flared with ease & he's quick to release his pent-up aggression on the closest man or woman. But he doesn't beat people everyday, he doesn't really beat people at all. He just kinda smacks them around. But the ones that put up fights are OK in his book. The quickest and easiest way to snap him from a mood is humor. He loves laughing & even when tearing apart his apartment a good joke is appreciated.What A Way To Start Another Messy NightHailey Jacob Manson
"I'm the one who has to die when its time for me to die.
so let me live my life the way i want to."Clothes Trailing From The Backdoor To The Bedroom
NAME::Hailey Jacob Manson
NICKNAME(S)::Marilyn, Hay-hay
AGE::23 years old
BIRTHDAY::November 3rd
SEXUALITY::Bi-sexual
And I Don't Even Know Your Name
PERSONALITY::
- Easy-going-Hailey is usually pretty easy going and easy to get along with. Usually. He's laid back and can seem withdrawn and quiet sometimes but that's just his 'I'm chilled bitch' mood. When he's high this only gets worse or better, which ever. He can sit for hours, literally and amuse himself. He needs nothing but a bright flashy show, preferably cartoons. Hailey is easy to please and doesn't really expect much in return. But besides being relaxed he can also be just plain lazy. He's not gonna be the guy to volunteer to help you move and he's not gonna do today, what he can do tomorrow.
- Protective-He's very possessive and likes people to know whats his or what he thinks is his. Not that he walks around screaming it from church towers. He takes stabs at friends personal and you could possibly find yourself at the receiving end of a fist. He's determined when it comes to watching out for the well-being and safety of people in his social group. But all of this mixes badly with his violent nature and can make him seem domineering and controlling. But believe in a fight he's right there fighting with you.
- Lover-Hailey is a lover, day & night. He's a touchy person but not really in the sexual sense. He's affectionate and if he doesn't express any other emotion, this is one you'll always receive. He's a firm believer that snuggles and a good quickie can fix any bad mood.
- Controlling-He likes and wants things his way. Period. He doesn't like to be told what to do & has to be the dominate one. If he's not on top & he's not the one running the show he doesn't wanna be there. Yeah, he's a bit of a brat & can throw quite the temper-tantrum, breaking many many things. This is a big part of his personality & we all know that more than one domineering person n a room is trouble. So naturally he runs into his fair share of problems with people.
- Outspoken-Far from shy & totally uninhibited. Hailey speaks his mind & doesn't care if you like it or not. He's passionate when he speaks of things he's serious about & needs to get his point across when he speaks. He often uses his 'Grown-up' voice which he makes sure carries authority. He's not easily shutted up and his persistence is something few can stand.
- Violent
[/li][li] Deep-He's actually a very in depth person but it gets over looked so often. Small simple things leaves big imprints in his memory & he's always going over the past. He often thinks about the ways of the world & his sadness for it isn't seen but is always there. While his ability to recall the past may seem like he's throwing things in your face, he honestly isn't. He just the past to be known.
[/li][li] Parties Like A Rock star[/u]-He's a partier & he parties often. He drinks all night and wakes up in the morning lights a cigarette and prepares the nights adventure. Hailey likes to go hard & when he's out & about he'll try shit and it's far from uncommon to find him in a fairly screwed up state of mind.[/li][/ul]
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TATTOOS/PIERCINGS::He has no piercings and 3 tattoo's. One is his ex and high school sweethearts nickname on his chest.See here. The other is of his daughters hand print from the day she was born.See here. And the last is a dinosaur on the inside of his bottom lip.See here
HEIGHT&WEIGHT::6'3 and 205lbs
MEDICAL/ADDICTIONS::No mental issues but is addicted to cocaine and recovering from Heroin.
Give Me All You've Got
LIKES::
- Any drug he can get his hands on
- Fighting and
fuckin' - Breaking glass
- Black & white films
- Observing people
- Las Vegas
- Getting away with evilness
- Being able to touch girls...and boys
DISLIKES::
- Being cussed out
- Running out of things to do
- Loud birds
- Thinking of his daughter
- People who judge
- Snobby girls
- Awkward silences
- Modern movies
STRENGTHS::
- Determined
- Passionate
- Very open minded
WEAKNESSES::
- Willingness to trust someones words
- Drug dependency
- Resentful
- Anyone he loves
HABITS/QUIRKS::
- Chain smoker
- Taps foot
- Cracks knuckles
PET PEEVES::
- Fat people eating
- Chattering birds
- Morning people
- Pineless pine trees
- Sweat
TURN ONS::
- Guys with dark eyes
- Blonde's
- Skinny girls
- Tattoos
TURN OFFS::
- Fat people
- Short hair on girls
- Smart asses
- Those with no humor
Make This Night Worth My Time
PLAY-BY::Jared Followill
OCCUPATION::Bartender, also sell's a few drugs on the side
FATHER::Unknown
MOTHER::Helena Manson, 48 years old, Disabled
SIBLING(S)::Austin Nikole Manson, 19 years old, College student
OTHER(S)::Tristan Davidson, 22 years old, Unknown
Makenzii Hailey Manson, (would be) 3 years old, Deceased
PETS::Kozy, 4 years old, Shar Pei x American Bulldog cross, See here
BRIEF HISTORY::Born and raise in Las Vegas. His mom was a stripper, his dad worked at a casino. His dad isn't even really his dad. Just a nice guy that decided to step up and claim the baby of a girl he met that was down and out on her luck. The two never really got along and the entire time they were together was strained. After they had Hailey's sister the two separated. They moved to California where his mother continued stripping. It wasn't until she suffered a horrible miscarriage that resulted in her having to have her ovaries removed. They moved back to Las Vegas only after living in Cali for 2 years. She got back with Austins father and the two rented a small apartment in Reno. He met his sweetheart Tristan at this time. The two were instant friends and the longer they knew each other the heavier their relationship became. The small family lived there for many years. Hailey became addicted to heroin shortly after his mother introduced him to it at 16. Him and Tristan were still going strong and the even asked her to marry him. But of cross it never went past that. Tristan got pregnant at 19, she carried the baby to term. She had a rough delivery, mainly because both her and Hailey's drug abuse showed clearly on their daughter they named Makenzii. The baby had a large hole in the back of her skull from the heroin Tristan had taken throughout her pregnancy. Mak didn't even make it home from the hospital. After she died Hailey dropped Tristan completely and moved away from Reno and his family. He found his own little shit hole and has been working at a local club as a bartender in Las Vegas. He recently got out of rehab for his addiction to heroin but still enjoys his coke. [/left]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS::Satcher
AGE::19 years old
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE::3-5 years
DISCOVERY::A site i rp on
MY SAMPLE::
[/blockquote]AGE::19 years old
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE::3-5 years
DISCOVERY::A site i rp on
MY SAMPLE::
Nola heard the tone in his voice and was not impressed. She looked to see the people going into the small dank building before she was able to step to the side and allow them to pass her. Today was looking to be pretty interesting….hopefully. It’s not every day you run into someone as ummm friendly’ as Krist, then volunteer to buy him lunch. Her thoughts went back to the Mat comment and she glanced up at his face with a glare
“Asshole”
She muttered looking to the counter. But it’s not like this was an every day kind of thing. The last time she offered to buy food for someone it was a dog, yes a dog. A skinny looking fluffy mix. It ended up getting hit by a car anyways, what a loss. Maybe if her heart was a bit bigger at the time she would of took the animals into her car, maybe even home and took t away from the roads. Nola didn’t always think like this. Her mind used to be about the simple ignorants of life. Guys, liquor, and staying up all night trying new things. But she grew out of it, you have to grow out of things like that. Life is too short and she had things that needed to be done. She laughed softly out loud when her mind jumped to the many people that always say, “What a smart girl, a bit of an over-achiever isn’t she though?” She always gave her fakest smile and simply walked away. How could you be an over-achiever? She wanted the best in life and if she was an over-achiever because of it then so be and fuck them all, bareback baby. After all life was a whore and what more could you do but milk her for all she was willing to give for the small amount of money you had. Having straight A’s was the only choice she had. She raised an eyebrow looking to Kris, god this guy was a disposable human life, Mat wasn’t any better though she would never say it to either of them. That was a thought that needed to stay just that. A thought. She now couldn’t ever remember what she liked about him.
Her parents had warned her about guys like that but Nola refused to learn. She didn’t want to learn, nothing from them at least. Her mother gave her the birds and the bees talk way to young. That left her curious about why her mom said it was so bad, a boy in her class showed her why soon after. Maybe she was forced into it by the stupidity of her mother and father. Her father was just so numb, he never showed affection and usually that’s what makes strippers and thank god she hadn’t reverted into that. She sighed once again, the only time her dad showed emotion was at their mother. His face would turn red and his knuckles wound so tight they would be white. Their mother just continued to push him. This is the side of rich families the rich don’t want you to see, because be hind all the country club member ships and the fancy 90,000 dollar cars they were majorly messed up, possibly more than you. They cover are shark teeth with high priced fish eggs. Their devil horns with high quality salon do’s. They send their kids to fancy school to teach them to dominate and show no mercy for those below them. Her smile slowly danced across her face as her eyes looked the bouncer up and down. She looked at Krist and the seat he expected her to take. She bit the inside of her lip sitting down, though keeping her purse in her lap. She wouldn’t trust anyone in a place like that.
“Your too kind Krist baby”
She said leaning forward resting her head on her hands. She looked to him, feeling the need to check her face. Being around so many people always made her feel somewhat inadequate. She opened her purse after placing it on the table going threw it pulling out eyeliner and lipstick. She re-applied the eyeliner and then lightly applied her lipstick putting her hand out to Krist offering it to him before smiling and tossing the makeup back into her bag. She leaned back in her seat,
“Are you expecting me to order?”
She asked idly as a man walked past to his own table leaving a smell to trail behind him. She gave a light shake of her head and turned once again to face the man of the hour,
“I’m peachy, you know how I seem to blend right in. Me and hell holes, one of a kind”
she said with a slight roll of her eyes. She gave a sigh, god where's the caffeine? She tucked a dark strand of hair behind her ear. She had forgotten she'd met Krist on the streets and she suddenly became curious,
"So where were you going when I decided you'd provide some source of entertainment?"
Nola asked casually.
“Asshole”
She muttered looking to the counter. But it’s not like this was an every day kind of thing. The last time she offered to buy food for someone it was a dog, yes a dog. A skinny looking fluffy mix. It ended up getting hit by a car anyways, what a loss. Maybe if her heart was a bit bigger at the time she would of took the animals into her car, maybe even home and took t away from the roads. Nola didn’t always think like this. Her mind used to be about the simple ignorants of life. Guys, liquor, and staying up all night trying new things. But she grew out of it, you have to grow out of things like that. Life is too short and she had things that needed to be done. She laughed softly out loud when her mind jumped to the many people that always say, “What a smart girl, a bit of an over-achiever isn’t she though?” She always gave her fakest smile and simply walked away. How could you be an over-achiever? She wanted the best in life and if she was an over-achiever because of it then so be and fuck them all, bareback baby. After all life was a whore and what more could you do but milk her for all she was willing to give for the small amount of money you had. Having straight A’s was the only choice she had. She raised an eyebrow looking to Kris, god this guy was a disposable human life, Mat wasn’t any better though she would never say it to either of them. That was a thought that needed to stay just that. A thought. She now couldn’t ever remember what she liked about him.
Her parents had warned her about guys like that but Nola refused to learn. She didn’t want to learn, nothing from them at least. Her mother gave her the birds and the bees talk way to young. That left her curious about why her mom said it was so bad, a boy in her class showed her why soon after. Maybe she was forced into it by the stupidity of her mother and father. Her father was just so numb, he never showed affection and usually that’s what makes strippers and thank god she hadn’t reverted into that. She sighed once again, the only time her dad showed emotion was at their mother. His face would turn red and his knuckles wound so tight they would be white. Their mother just continued to push him. This is the side of rich families the rich don’t want you to see, because be hind all the country club member ships and the fancy 90,000 dollar cars they were majorly messed up, possibly more than you. They cover are shark teeth with high priced fish eggs. Their devil horns with high quality salon do’s. They send their kids to fancy school to teach them to dominate and show no mercy for those below them. Her smile slowly danced across her face as her eyes looked the bouncer up and down. She looked at Krist and the seat he expected her to take. She bit the inside of her lip sitting down, though keeping her purse in her lap. She wouldn’t trust anyone in a place like that.
“Your too kind Krist baby”
She said leaning forward resting her head on her hands. She looked to him, feeling the need to check her face. Being around so many people always made her feel somewhat inadequate. She opened her purse after placing it on the table going threw it pulling out eyeliner and lipstick. She re-applied the eyeliner and then lightly applied her lipstick putting her hand out to Krist offering it to him before smiling and tossing the makeup back into her bag. She leaned back in her seat,
“Are you expecting me to order?”
She asked idly as a man walked past to his own table leaving a smell to trail behind him. She gave a light shake of her head and turned once again to face the man of the hour,
“I’m peachy, you know how I seem to blend right in. Me and hell holes, one of a kind”
she said with a slight roll of her eyes. She gave a sigh, god where's the caffeine? She tucked a dark strand of hair behind her ear. She had forgotten she'd met Krist on the streets and she suddenly became curious,
"So where were you going when I decided you'd provide some source of entertainment?"
Nola asked casually.