Post by murderscene on Oct 6, 2007 0:27:37 GMT -5
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Name: Aidyn LaRouge
Age: Seventeen
Current Age: Seventeen
Where Do You Live?: ahh, sweet Paris, France.
History: Aidyn was born in the little town of Boone, North Carolina. The place was quite until he reached the age of twelve. That's when curiosity wreaked havoc on the boy's imagination and he set out to burn the town down. Of course, his mother's job changed every two weeks and it wasn't long before the family had packed up their belongings and traveled south for warmer weather and a bigger paycheck for mom. He moved a considerable amount from then on, and it wasn't until his sixteenth birthday did the family settle down for a considerable amount of time. Aidyn, being the mischievous young boy he was, had scoped out the entire town of Myrtle Beach only weeks after moving there. Boys the age of sixteen had an immense amount of energy and he didn't stop until he knew ever nook and crevice of this new town.
Myrtle Beach was a small, pathetic, beachy version of Vegas, only more of a tourist trap. The first month of his residence there and he was tired of the sand and salt. Gross. Twenty minutes uptown from his home, was the city of North Myrtle Beach. it wasn't much different from Myrtle Beach, but the attractions sounded much more promising. He loaded up his dad's car, although he didn't have permission to borrow it, with his skate board and camera, and hit the highway. It's not like he wasn't going to bring it back.
The first thing he saw looked much more amusing than Myrtle Beach. An old airport hangar was closed off on a dirt road slightly off the main road. He parked the car on the dirt road and slunk his fingers through the metal link barricade. He scoffed at the thought of it holding him back. It didn't. He hoped it with ease and set off at and easy jog towards the huge metal building. Of course, the windows had been knocked out with stones. He snapped a quick picture and moved to the door, which was slightly cracked open. He peeked inside. Old airplanes and parts littered the hangar and his heart skipped a beat.
He slipped through the crack in the door and immediately started snapping photos of an old plane that sat decaying away. As he moved under it to get more shots, a heavy hand fell on his shoulder. He froze.
Okay, he was trespassing, a cop saw his car, came to investigate, and caught him. It couldn't be that serious of a charge, could it? He turned his head slowly to look at the cop. It wasn't a cop. He opened his mouth to speak when the man holding him suddenly lifted him against the plane and leaned closer to him. What? Was he going to kiss him? The man's mouth in closed on Aidyn's neck and he felt his teeth prick his skin. Aidyn frowned. It didn't hurt, but he had no clue what was happening to him. The man's teeth suddenly pierced Aidyn's skin and he instinctively screamed, but a hand was over his mouth. He grew light headed, and the next thing he knew, his body hit the ground with a light thud.
He awoke sometime great deal of time later. It was dark outside. His camera was gone. his neck hurt, but not as bad as his gums. He reached up to feel his teeth. His thumb pricked a rather sharp canine tooth. Aidyn's teeth weren't that sharp. Oh god, he had to get home. No, his parent's would freak.
what happened to me? He asked aloud, rubbing his sore neck. A voice suddenly chuckled in the darkness and Aidyn's hair stood on end.
you know. don't play dumb. The voice said. He scrambled up. Aidyn knew. He didn't accept it, but he knew. The next morning, he was boarded on a plane to France. The fact he'd never see his family again; he could care less. His family had a distaste for him the day his hair turned purple. But being shoved into this new world he'd only imagined about alone, was slightly intimidating.
Personality: Aidyn's cocky, shallow, but he has a heart. It's slightly hard to reach, however. He has sexual frustration practically written on his forehead. He's at ease around his friends, but his sense of humour is dry. He doesn't like commitment and he lacks any kind of responsibility. Trying to talk to him is like arguing with a brick wall. But if you can pry his out shell open, he is definitely just like any other person.
Life Style: People.
What's delicious?: Admin Edit!
Age: Seventeen
Current Age: Seventeen
Where Do You Live?: ahh, sweet Paris, France.
History: Aidyn was born in the little town of Boone, North Carolina. The place was quite until he reached the age of twelve. That's when curiosity wreaked havoc on the boy's imagination and he set out to burn the town down. Of course, his mother's job changed every two weeks and it wasn't long before the family had packed up their belongings and traveled south for warmer weather and a bigger paycheck for mom. He moved a considerable amount from then on, and it wasn't until his sixteenth birthday did the family settle down for a considerable amount of time. Aidyn, being the mischievous young boy he was, had scoped out the entire town of Myrtle Beach only weeks after moving there. Boys the age of sixteen had an immense amount of energy and he didn't stop until he knew ever nook and crevice of this new town.
Myrtle Beach was a small, pathetic, beachy version of Vegas, only more of a tourist trap. The first month of his residence there and he was tired of the sand and salt. Gross. Twenty minutes uptown from his home, was the city of North Myrtle Beach. it wasn't much different from Myrtle Beach, but the attractions sounded much more promising. He loaded up his dad's car, although he didn't have permission to borrow it, with his skate board and camera, and hit the highway. It's not like he wasn't going to bring it back.
The first thing he saw looked much more amusing than Myrtle Beach. An old airport hangar was closed off on a dirt road slightly off the main road. He parked the car on the dirt road and slunk his fingers through the metal link barricade. He scoffed at the thought of it holding him back. It didn't. He hoped it with ease and set off at and easy jog towards the huge metal building. Of course, the windows had been knocked out with stones. He snapped a quick picture and moved to the door, which was slightly cracked open. He peeked inside. Old airplanes and parts littered the hangar and his heart skipped a beat.
He slipped through the crack in the door and immediately started snapping photos of an old plane that sat decaying away. As he moved under it to get more shots, a heavy hand fell on his shoulder. He froze.
Okay, he was trespassing, a cop saw his car, came to investigate, and caught him. It couldn't be that serious of a charge, could it? He turned his head slowly to look at the cop. It wasn't a cop. He opened his mouth to speak when the man holding him suddenly lifted him against the plane and leaned closer to him. What? Was he going to kiss him? The man's mouth in closed on Aidyn's neck and he felt his teeth prick his skin. Aidyn frowned. It didn't hurt, but he had no clue what was happening to him. The man's teeth suddenly pierced Aidyn's skin and he instinctively screamed, but a hand was over his mouth. He grew light headed, and the next thing he knew, his body hit the ground with a light thud.
He awoke sometime great deal of time later. It was dark outside. His camera was gone. his neck hurt, but not as bad as his gums. He reached up to feel his teeth. His thumb pricked a rather sharp canine tooth. Aidyn's teeth weren't that sharp. Oh god, he had to get home. No, his parent's would freak.
what happened to me? He asked aloud, rubbing his sore neck. A voice suddenly chuckled in the darkness and Aidyn's hair stood on end.
you know. don't play dumb. The voice said. He scrambled up. Aidyn knew. He didn't accept it, but he knew. The next morning, he was boarded on a plane to France. The fact he'd never see his family again; he could care less. His family had a distaste for him the day his hair turned purple. But being shoved into this new world he'd only imagined about alone, was slightly intimidating.
Personality: Aidyn's cocky, shallow, but he has a heart. It's slightly hard to reach, however. He has sexual frustration practically written on his forehead. He's at ease around his friends, but his sense of humour is dry. He doesn't like commitment and he lacks any kind of responsibility. Trying to talk to him is like arguing with a brick wall. But if you can pry his out shell open, he is definitely just like any other person.
Life Style: People.
What's delicious?: Admin Edit!