Post by colton adam mercer. on Sept 4, 2009 19:24:08 GMT -5
COLTON ADAM MERCER
twenty , university , searching
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yo, yo, yo! the name is kari and i'm living life as a female. i haven't really been on this planet for far too long since i'm only twenty. for six years of that time i've spent it doing this. i've totally read the rules, too. or else i wouldn't know that admin edit
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[/blockquote][/blockquote]HELLO! LET'S START OUT WITH SOMETHING EASY. WHAT WAS THE NAME GIVEN TO YOUR PRETTY FACE?the name is colton adam mercer. it was my mother's idea. oh, excuse me, my foster mother's idea. because, apparently, my actual mother didn't care enough to keep me. but anyway. i actually did ask about my name one time. it seems my (not) mother has always wanted a boy. i don't know why, i mean, i wouldn't, but whatever floats her boat. and she had a crush on this boy named colton when she was like ten or something, i don't remember. and apparently she would follow him around everywhere and he ended up giving her her first kiss. if you ask me, it's kind of cheesy, but what do you expect from a ten year old? she moved away, though, a month or so after that. he dad was in the army and they were always moving. sounds kind of sad, really. but yeah, after that she always either wanted to marry a guy named colton and if she didn't, that was what she was going to name her son. so there's that. i don't have as exciting a story for my middle name. i think my (not) dad picked it out. since he had absolutely no say in the first name. we all know who wears the pants in that relationship. and mercer is obviously the family surname. so yeah, there's not much to explain there.WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? DO YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW ANYTHING INTERESTING ABOUT IT?well, apparently, since i was so rudely abandoned by my real parent slash parents, my foster parents don't know the exact date of my birth. so they just decided to name the day that they found me as my birthday. so basically, i know nothing about the day i was born. and i have no clue where. i could have been born in the back of a taxi cab for all i know. it's frustrating news to receive, but there's not really anything i can do about it. i'd love to know exactly when i was born, though. the doctors said that i couldn't have been more than a couple of days old when my parents found me, so at least i have a window. i've thought about asking to have just a week of it being my birthday, but i don't think either of my parents would go for that. in any case, the day i was found was august sixteenth, nineteen eighty-nine. so, that's the day i celebrate my birthday. it's close enough, i suppose.YOU KNOW I HAVE TO ASK THIS.. WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING? MEN, WOMEN?... MAYBE BOTH?i'm straight. there's no denying that. i could lie and tell you i'm a virgin who's all innocent and is waiting for the right time and blah blah. but i don't want to do that. see, i was waiting for the right time. but then i ended up getting into the wrong crowd. and that philosophy just sort of fell out of a ten story window. but anyway, back on subject. i do prefer the ladies. it would be nice if i could find just one that really actually cares about me, instead of simply wanting a one night stand. stupid, i know. but i gu can dream, can't he?MOVING ON TO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE.. WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO SEE YOU SMILE?the obvious. write about what your characters likes or their hobbies. we want to see at least twelve. feel free to go into detail!NOW, WHAT EXACTLY WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU PISSED AND UPSET? NOT THAT I PLAN ON IT.tell us about your characters dislikes. at least twelve. and, again, details are totally loved.WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOURSELF? YOU KNOW, THOSE THINGS CALLED 'GOALS'?alright, let's see. my goals. not failing school would have to be my main goal at the moment. normally i do pretty well, but ever since i've gotten into the prety life, my grades have been gradually slipping. it's not something i'm proud of, but it's not like i can fix it, either. which brings me to my next goal. i may not admit it to you, because i don't generally admit that i have a problem, but i'd like to stop the life i seemed to have started. i'm not going to cry about it or anything, but i'm not stupid either. all of the drinking and the drugs are starting to have an effect on me. a negative one. i'm as keen as the next guy to just walk away from it, but that is so much easier said than done. people who don't have this problem don't understand. in short, i'd like for things to go back to the way they were before i found out i was adopted. oh yeah. i'm sure you want some less depressing goals. as for a career, i really want to pursue music since it's been my dream since before i can remember. in fact, i'm currently majoring in it and minoring in philosophy. i bet you didn't see that coming, did you? i like philosophy. don't seem too shocked.HOW IS YOUR LOVE-LIFE RUNNING? I'M ALWAYS DOWN
FOR SPICING IT UP, YOU KNOW.my love life has been really..complicated. before this year, i really wasn't the fling type. i've had a couple of girlfriends, but nothing too serious. i mean, i'm a young guy, it's not like i'm looking to settle down. but i don't believe in cheating. most guys think it's okay to be dating three girls at once, but it's just barbaric. females are people too, after all. i wouldn't be too happy if someone i was dating cheated on me, so i'm certainly not going to do it to them. but lately, i haven't been 'dating' per se. it's been more flings and one night stands than anything. which i am not proud of. at all. i say it's going ot be different next time. but it never is. but... there is this girl. one who i care about a lot. she's been getting to me a lot lately. i really like her and i don't want to screw up our friendship, you know? especially since she doesn't know about my little... problem. and i don't want to tell her, either. i can only imagine what she'd think of me. maybe honesty isn't always the best policy.NOW TELL ME ABOUT THAT FAMILY OF YOURS. HOW WELL DO THINGS RUN THERE? IS IT JUICY?if you want to know about my biological parents, sorry, but i can't help you. in fact, you probably know more than i do. but, if you want to know about my true family, then i'd be more than happy to share with you. my mother is mara sienna mercer. she's forty-two and still in the prime of her life, i'd say. mara is a rather sucessful floral store owner. she's tried to get me to help her make arrangements and stuff, but we all know that's not going to happen. as for my father, his name is daniel jacob mercer. he's also forty-two and a professor of literature at the university. he's pretty fricking good at it, if you ask me. unfortunately, i don't have any siblings. my mother always tells me what a gift i was because she found out a long time ago that she could never get pregnant. it's kind of sad, actually. they weren't exactly planning on finding me in an alley, but i guess it worked out for all of us. i ended up not dying of starvation or cold and they got to have a son.LAST BUT NOT LEAST, ANY SECRETS YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH ME? MY LIPS ARE SEALED.surprisingly, i've been able to hide my one big secret from my family and friends. though i don't know how much longer i can keep it up. i'm addicted to crystal meth. i didn't mean for it to happen. and a year ago, i would have never thought it would. but i recently found out that i was adopted. get this, my mother abandoned me in an alley way. who does that? really? maybe i'm reading too much into it, but it made me feel, i dont know, unloved. which is stupid, i know. my foster parents love me. that much, i'm sure of. but my own mother didn't want me. you can imagine how depressing that is. so, basically about a couple months ago, i started getting into parties and stuff. and last month i stupidly started the crystal meth. next thing you know, i'm hooked. i won't say i enjoy it. because i don't. but i don't know how to stop.
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