Post by draiton on Oct 26, 2008 15:12:34 GMT -5
About the Character
Full name: Draiton Ieshitah [Dra-ton] it’s a silent ‘I’ but his father was dyslexic when spelling his name. [I-esh-E-tah]
Age: 15
Birthday: January 18th 1993. Adopted at age 6: 1999
Face Claim: Lee Mead
Why You are here: Anger management, disruptive classroom behaviour, aggression to staff and students, rebellious at home, minor trouble with police (Graffiti, climbing on roofs, breaking a night time curfew).
Self harm with knives and neglect (self starvation, refusing to brush his teeth so he suffers corrosive gingivitis), attempted suicide, drink abuse.
Horse: Mary Lou and Flash. (Unless they've been removed from him)
Riding Experience: Beginner.
Appearance: Draiton has black curling hair which falls about his pale skin in a more straight form of Louis XVI. His hair is often left down and is silky to the touch, but he gets bullied because it has a sort of feminine appearance, swaying down to his shoulder blades. He has bright blue eyes, which shine out like gems from his other wise ‘boring’ appearance. He’s lean and seemingly undernourished, where in fact he spends more time running about and causing havoc than sitting down and finishing a full meal. His lips are a soft pink aside from his drained white skin
He wears black clothes ONLY. Even when his school uniform was a white polo-shirt he would either put on a black shirt under his jumper or a dark blue polo shirt. He prefers stocky boots to shoes and has been sent home more than once over foot wear.
He’s quite tall for a 15 year old, but still has a few more growth spurts to go.
His teeth are stained yellow and his gums a blistered red which swell and bleed of their own accord. There are bags under his red raw eyes from where he's had nightmared sleepless nights and breaking out into sobs at random points.
His wrists are now slashed and bandaged from .... well, need I say? He's dropped two stone in the course of four weeks and complains about pains where his skin presses against the ribs which can be seen when he removes his shirt. His stomach caves in and his muscles are wearing away.
Like wet tissue Draiton is falling apart piece by piece. His hair is falling out and there are spots over his back, chin and forehead from sweating and crying in stress. There are warts on his hands and bruises covering his elbows and knees where he's bashed himself about.
Characteristics
3 Likes:
Climbing, being active, fighting included.
Getting attention (any)
Playing video games
3 Dislikes:
Silence
People pulling his hair or calling him names, or even calling his name from across a hallway.
Sitting around thinking for too long
Personality [must be 2 paragraphs]:
Draiton is extremely spiteful and full of vengeance. If someone wrongs him he’d get them back, but he’s not very cunning so it would often be in the form of a physical attack which gets him into more trouble than it was worth. Being constantly punished he has extremely low self esteem which means he never thinks he’ll accomplish anything special. He feels like the whole world is out to get him which is why he is extremely defensive and quick to answer back. He hates to think about what he’s said or done because he knows he’s in the wrong and thinking back makes him take it out on himself, physically or emotionally.
He gets bored really quickly and so often starts to take things apart for lack of something constructive to do.
He hates silence, it makes him twitchy. Makes him feel alone, and he hates to be alone. He hates being ignored which is why he craves attention- be it good or bad- at least he’ll never be forgotten about. He finds it impossible to make friends and all too easy to make unforgiving enemies.
Depression has changed his personality. For the last few days he has been nothing but an inconsolable and silent wreck. He doesn't talk to anyone, keeping himself to himself and breaking into tears when he thinks no one is looking. He groans constantly and complains to himself about his own condition, hurting himself to try and make the emotional pain go away. He's blistering in guilt and anger, unable to take it out on other people he internalises it, hates himself and harms.
He doesn't believe he's worth it, he should even be at Willow Brooke. He should be dead and the rest of the world would be happy.
The past
History [must be 2 paragraphs]:
Draiton was born to his Father, Raven, when Raven was only 13 years old, the production of a one nightstand. The mother, Jessica, admitted to her mother that she was pregnant. The mother worked as a nurse in a general hospital and so when Jessica was six months pregnant the baby was induced and carted off to an incubation unit. From there no one knew or admitted to knowing where the infant had come from and who it belong to. Abandoned the growing infant remained in his glass box until he was ten months old. At that age he was removed from the incubation ward and the mother of Jessica abandoned him at the gates of a church.
Jessica went on to have a fantastic life as a lawyer, she had successful and fruitful relationships with other men and never got in contact with Raven again.
Draiton was raised by the church until he was six years old where he was already starting to cause trouble. It was a strict puritan institution which forced children to memorise biblical passages with strong meaning, but Draiton couldn’t do that. On top of his poor memory the child wanted to play with dolls, not kick around footballs with the other lads which was cause of great concern amongst the priests.
When he was about to turn seven years old Draiton was outside in the church yard one Sunday morning after making noises in church he’d been sent outside to play amongst the stones. He climbed over graves and stone angels, swung against the bars of the gate and skipped over mounds of earth.
It was here that his biological father found him. At the age of twenty Raven was looking to adopt a child with his lover-partner Malikie. It was by pure chance that he had found the child he didn’t even recognise as his own offspring. Thinking the child to be alone he queried about Draiton’s name and position.
Draiton lied about himself so convincingly that the elder man took the miserable-looking child out of the church yard and home.
No one looked for him, no messages, no worries. The problem child had solved himself by simply disappearing. It was all for the better.
Draiton lived with Raven and Aaron- his Father and his Dad. He liked it, because they didn’t make him read the bible, they didn’t tell him off for climbing on things or playing with dolls. They dressed him in what he wanted and he felt so much more free. With just two parents looking after him Dratz got a lot of attention and the pair even renamed him from Oliver to Draiton.
Draiton was happy for the first time in his life. His gay parents showed him it was correct and good to love another man if he was so inclined, they never restricted him. It was wonderful until Dee was 10 years old.
Raven’s relationships were always unstable… and soon he and Aaron fell apart. Raven’s ex lover Malachi had returned and began to push between Aaron and Raven. Malachi moved in with them and for a period of time Draiton had three fathers. But he was young and pretended to understand.
What he didn’t understand was they the men argued all the time. Having the three of them living together caused great problems and Dratz was almost pushed to the background as Raven tried to define who he loved and how much. His concern was no longer over the child, but over who he was going to sleep with that night.
Finally Raven decided to stay with Malachi and Aaron left in a rage. Dee wanted to tell the man not to go- that he was scared of being left alone with his Father and this new man. But Aaron was gone, and Dee had to take care of himself.
Malachi and Raven wanted to tie the knot like any conventional parent would. By adopting another child. Draiton felt replaced and utterly rejected when Christopher moved in with them. He swelled with anger and would bully the little Aryan non-stop. He was hurt that Raven and Malachi had replaced him with a prettier, younger boy. He was miserable and took it out on his schooling.
Raven, who had been bullied at school himself, hated bullies. And so, he hated Draiton. He had not raised the boy to be like this. And then… he hit the boy. Draiton had been throwing a tantrum in his room when Raven had had enough. He gave Dratz a simple smack and told him to shut up before locking him in the room. Dee had been left in silence… he tried to get out- but the door was locked and all he could do was sit on the bed and cry silently as all his toys had been taken away in punishment.
At school he began to get violent towards the teachers and soon, at the age of 11 he was expelled. This angered Raven more and more, passing Draiton on to another school, spending more money on books and uniform and extra for bus fair.
With a brand new start Dratz was happier at school. Here he was offensive and refused to be picked on, mixing with the wrong crowd he became a regular offender. He would sleep over at a friend’s house where they would go out late at night to vandalise buildings and play in abandoned houses.
This of course got the law involved and Raven was less than happy with him.
Finally the letter of Willow Brooke came through and Raven could not have been more delighted.
Draiton cried for a few more days before his final assessment. Feeling shoved on and passed to another pair of hands. He hated his life changing, losing all his friends. He was so angry with life and so miserable, yet he had no one in the world he could tell.
Hometown: Battlefield, Montana
About You
Nickname [what you want to be called]: Dratz
Age: 18
Years of RP Experience: 7
RP Sample [must be at least 2 paragraphs]: The Knife
"It's at times like these that I wish I were addicted to drugs or alcohol. I'd go back on anti-depressents if they didn't give me the shakes. That and... they do other things to me. Like... When I was on them, I was being picked on by someone I knew, but I didn't relise it because the drugs had mellowed me out. True- I didn't get eratic highs or lows but I lost my humanity. And please don't get me started on trying to get off of them.
I was addicted. Well and truly to the point I would rather die than stop taking them. I was so.... controlled by one little pill." Dratz hung his head, his hands shaking as he gripped the pen in his hand, drawing circles on the paper in front of him.
"You're not swearing today." The therapist commented.
Dee just shrugged. He hadn't the heart to swear or fight any more. Why should be? What was the point?
He hung his head and drew sharp lines with the biro over his bandaged wrists. He hated being on 'red alert', hated being 'not trusted around sharp things'.
"But I'm an idiot. A child. A baby. A dependant whimp... I don't deserve to be trusted because I'll just go and hurt myself. By all means keep sharp things away from me and put me in a padded cell. I'm so insane in the brain that it's all I'm worthy of."
He put the pen down, another thing that was worrying about his mood. He wasn't fitting or throwing things, he was just down and lathargic. He'd given up being himself and succumbed to the depression that consumed him.
"I just want to die." He whimpered to the therapist. "I need to hurt. I need to suffer and feel pain. I deserve to be tortured. If you want to fix me... then just kill me." His eyes, crystal clear and jelly white rolled to the therapist in a desperate plea.
"I don't know what else to do. If you can't help me... ... what do I do?" Shivers ran down his spine and tears pricked his eyes. His stomach crunched in a painful stab of sickness and he wretched. But he hadn't been eating for the last few days and had nothing to bring up. He coughed and shook, beginning to break down into uncontrollable sobing.
Full name: Draiton Ieshitah [Dra-ton] it’s a silent ‘I’ but his father was dyslexic when spelling his name. [I-esh-E-tah]
Age: 15
Birthday: January 18th 1993. Adopted at age 6: 1999
Face Claim: Lee Mead
Why You are here: Anger management, disruptive classroom behaviour, aggression to staff and students, rebellious at home, minor trouble with police (Graffiti, climbing on roofs, breaking a night time curfew).
Self harm with knives and neglect (self starvation, refusing to brush his teeth so he suffers corrosive gingivitis), attempted suicide, drink abuse.
Horse: Mary Lou and Flash. (Unless they've been removed from him)
Riding Experience: Beginner.
Appearance: Draiton has black curling hair which falls about his pale skin in a more straight form of Louis XVI. His hair is often left down and is silky to the touch, but he gets bullied because it has a sort of feminine appearance, swaying down to his shoulder blades. He has bright blue eyes, which shine out like gems from his other wise ‘boring’ appearance. He’s lean and seemingly undernourished, where in fact he spends more time running about and causing havoc than sitting down and finishing a full meal. His lips are a soft pink aside from his drained white skin
He wears black clothes ONLY. Even when his school uniform was a white polo-shirt he would either put on a black shirt under his jumper or a dark blue polo shirt. He prefers stocky boots to shoes and has been sent home more than once over foot wear.
He’s quite tall for a 15 year old, but still has a few more growth spurts to go.
His teeth are stained yellow and his gums a blistered red which swell and bleed of their own accord. There are bags under his red raw eyes from where he's had nightmared sleepless nights and breaking out into sobs at random points.
His wrists are now slashed and bandaged from .... well, need I say? He's dropped two stone in the course of four weeks and complains about pains where his skin presses against the ribs which can be seen when he removes his shirt. His stomach caves in and his muscles are wearing away.
Like wet tissue Draiton is falling apart piece by piece. His hair is falling out and there are spots over his back, chin and forehead from sweating and crying in stress. There are warts on his hands and bruises covering his elbows and knees where he's bashed himself about.
Characteristics
3 Likes:
Climbing, being active, fighting included.
Getting attention (any)
Playing video games
3 Dislikes:
Silence
People pulling his hair or calling him names, or even calling his name from across a hallway.
Sitting around thinking for too long
Personality [must be 2 paragraphs]:
Draiton is extremely spiteful and full of vengeance. If someone wrongs him he’d get them back, but he’s not very cunning so it would often be in the form of a physical attack which gets him into more trouble than it was worth. Being constantly punished he has extremely low self esteem which means he never thinks he’ll accomplish anything special. He feels like the whole world is out to get him which is why he is extremely defensive and quick to answer back. He hates to think about what he’s said or done because he knows he’s in the wrong and thinking back makes him take it out on himself, physically or emotionally.
He gets bored really quickly and so often starts to take things apart for lack of something constructive to do.
He hates silence, it makes him twitchy. Makes him feel alone, and he hates to be alone. He hates being ignored which is why he craves attention- be it good or bad- at least he’ll never be forgotten about. He finds it impossible to make friends and all too easy to make unforgiving enemies.
Depression has changed his personality. For the last few days he has been nothing but an inconsolable and silent wreck. He doesn't talk to anyone, keeping himself to himself and breaking into tears when he thinks no one is looking. He groans constantly and complains to himself about his own condition, hurting himself to try and make the emotional pain go away. He's blistering in guilt and anger, unable to take it out on other people he internalises it, hates himself and harms.
He doesn't believe he's worth it, he should even be at Willow Brooke. He should be dead and the rest of the world would be happy.
The past
History [must be 2 paragraphs]:
Draiton was born to his Father, Raven, when Raven was only 13 years old, the production of a one nightstand. The mother, Jessica, admitted to her mother that she was pregnant. The mother worked as a nurse in a general hospital and so when Jessica was six months pregnant the baby was induced and carted off to an incubation unit. From there no one knew or admitted to knowing where the infant had come from and who it belong to. Abandoned the growing infant remained in his glass box until he was ten months old. At that age he was removed from the incubation ward and the mother of Jessica abandoned him at the gates of a church.
Jessica went on to have a fantastic life as a lawyer, she had successful and fruitful relationships with other men and never got in contact with Raven again.
Draiton was raised by the church until he was six years old where he was already starting to cause trouble. It was a strict puritan institution which forced children to memorise biblical passages with strong meaning, but Draiton couldn’t do that. On top of his poor memory the child wanted to play with dolls, not kick around footballs with the other lads which was cause of great concern amongst the priests.
When he was about to turn seven years old Draiton was outside in the church yard one Sunday morning after making noises in church he’d been sent outside to play amongst the stones. He climbed over graves and stone angels, swung against the bars of the gate and skipped over mounds of earth.
It was here that his biological father found him. At the age of twenty Raven was looking to adopt a child with his lover-partner Malikie. It was by pure chance that he had found the child he didn’t even recognise as his own offspring. Thinking the child to be alone he queried about Draiton’s name and position.
Draiton lied about himself so convincingly that the elder man took the miserable-looking child out of the church yard and home.
No one looked for him, no messages, no worries. The problem child had solved himself by simply disappearing. It was all for the better.
Draiton lived with Raven and Aaron- his Father and his Dad. He liked it, because they didn’t make him read the bible, they didn’t tell him off for climbing on things or playing with dolls. They dressed him in what he wanted and he felt so much more free. With just two parents looking after him Dratz got a lot of attention and the pair even renamed him from Oliver to Draiton.
Draiton was happy for the first time in his life. His gay parents showed him it was correct and good to love another man if he was so inclined, they never restricted him. It was wonderful until Dee was 10 years old.
Raven’s relationships were always unstable… and soon he and Aaron fell apart. Raven’s ex lover Malachi had returned and began to push between Aaron and Raven. Malachi moved in with them and for a period of time Draiton had three fathers. But he was young and pretended to understand.
What he didn’t understand was they the men argued all the time. Having the three of them living together caused great problems and Dratz was almost pushed to the background as Raven tried to define who he loved and how much. His concern was no longer over the child, but over who he was going to sleep with that night.
Finally Raven decided to stay with Malachi and Aaron left in a rage. Dee wanted to tell the man not to go- that he was scared of being left alone with his Father and this new man. But Aaron was gone, and Dee had to take care of himself.
Malachi and Raven wanted to tie the knot like any conventional parent would. By adopting another child. Draiton felt replaced and utterly rejected when Christopher moved in with them. He swelled with anger and would bully the little Aryan non-stop. He was hurt that Raven and Malachi had replaced him with a prettier, younger boy. He was miserable and took it out on his schooling.
Raven, who had been bullied at school himself, hated bullies. And so, he hated Draiton. He had not raised the boy to be like this. And then… he hit the boy. Draiton had been throwing a tantrum in his room when Raven had had enough. He gave Dratz a simple smack and told him to shut up before locking him in the room. Dee had been left in silence… he tried to get out- but the door was locked and all he could do was sit on the bed and cry silently as all his toys had been taken away in punishment.
At school he began to get violent towards the teachers and soon, at the age of 11 he was expelled. This angered Raven more and more, passing Draiton on to another school, spending more money on books and uniform and extra for bus fair.
With a brand new start Dratz was happier at school. Here he was offensive and refused to be picked on, mixing with the wrong crowd he became a regular offender. He would sleep over at a friend’s house where they would go out late at night to vandalise buildings and play in abandoned houses.
This of course got the law involved and Raven was less than happy with him.
Finally the letter of Willow Brooke came through and Raven could not have been more delighted.
Draiton cried for a few more days before his final assessment. Feeling shoved on and passed to another pair of hands. He hated his life changing, losing all his friends. He was so angry with life and so miserable, yet he had no one in the world he could tell.
Hometown: Battlefield, Montana
About You
Nickname [what you want to be called]: Dratz
Age: 18
Years of RP Experience: 7
RP Sample [must be at least 2 paragraphs]: The Knife
"It's at times like these that I wish I were addicted to drugs or alcohol. I'd go back on anti-depressents if they didn't give me the shakes. That and... they do other things to me. Like... When I was on them, I was being picked on by someone I knew, but I didn't relise it because the drugs had mellowed me out. True- I didn't get eratic highs or lows but I lost my humanity. And please don't get me started on trying to get off of them.
I was addicted. Well and truly to the point I would rather die than stop taking them. I was so.... controlled by one little pill." Dratz hung his head, his hands shaking as he gripped the pen in his hand, drawing circles on the paper in front of him.
"You're not swearing today." The therapist commented.
Dee just shrugged. He hadn't the heart to swear or fight any more. Why should be? What was the point?
He hung his head and drew sharp lines with the biro over his bandaged wrists. He hated being on 'red alert', hated being 'not trusted around sharp things'.
"But I'm an idiot. A child. A baby. A dependant whimp... I don't deserve to be trusted because I'll just go and hurt myself. By all means keep sharp things away from me and put me in a padded cell. I'm so insane in the brain that it's all I'm worthy of."
He put the pen down, another thing that was worrying about his mood. He wasn't fitting or throwing things, he was just down and lathargic. He'd given up being himself and succumbed to the depression that consumed him.
"I just want to die." He whimpered to the therapist. "I need to hurt. I need to suffer and feel pain. I deserve to be tortured. If you want to fix me... then just kill me." His eyes, crystal clear and jelly white rolled to the therapist in a desperate plea.
"I don't know what else to do. If you can't help me... ... what do I do?" Shivers ran down his spine and tears pricked his eyes. His stomach crunched in a painful stab of sickness and he wretched. But he hadn't been eating for the last few days and had nothing to bring up. He coughed and shook, beginning to break down into uncontrollable sobing.
