CARRICO, trystan owen [DONE!!]

[trystan owen carrico]

trystanowencarrico

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testing, testing, one two three. alright, here we go.
i'm lee but i guess you might've already
known that little bit. or maybe not, who knows. i've been
roleplaying for about three years. more or less.
so yeah, i'm pretty crazy-awesome. i also own none.
you can reach me through pm? so yeah. have a good day!

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tonight we lie awake, remember how the coffee made us shake

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( T H E B A S I C S )

( F U L L N A M E )[/color] Trystan Owen Carrico
( N I C K N A M E )[/color] Tryst
( A G E )[/color] seventeen
( B I R T H D A Y )[/color] 24, June
( G R A D E )[/color] junior
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )[/color] straight
( C L A S S S T A T U S )[/color] lower
( C L I Q U E )[/color] loner

i've got your picture, i'm coming with you, dear maria count me in

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( A P P E A R A N C E )

( H A I R )[/color]
Trystan has short, straight brown hair. He doesn't really style his hair; he just combs it and leaves it falling in his eyes.
( E Y E CO L O R )[/color] small dark green eyes
( H E I G H T )[/color] 5'9"
( W E I G H T )[/b][/color] 152
( T A T T O O S )[/color] none
( P I E R C I N G S )[/color] none
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/color] Trystan doesn't really care what his clothing style is. He doesn't have a whole variety of clothes because he can't afford to buy clothes whenever he wants. Just the usual jeans, tshirts, and jackets.
( F A C E C L A I M )[/color] Josh Hartnett (<3)

manage me, i'm a mess, turn a page, i'm a book half unread

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( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

( L I K E S )[/color]
running
chinese food
swimming
girls
cooking
comedies
science
keeping busy
being outdoors
( D I S L I K E S )[/b][/color]
being touched
his family
alcohol and drugs
confrontation
mcdonalds
traffic
the thought of death
( S T R E N G T H S )[/color] studious
patient
sensitive
( W E A K N E S S E S )[/b][/color]
timid
flinches when someone raises a hand toward him
insecure
depressed
sensitive
introverted
( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/color]
running
doodling
clenches jaw when nervous or upset
( F E A R S )[/color] that he and/or his brother will go down the same path as their father
that he will never be loved
that his brother will go back to jail and he'll have to go to foster care
( S E C R E T S )[/color] Abuse. My father used to abuse me before he died.
( O V E R A L L )[/color]
Trystan is an introverted, depressed seventeen-year old. He isn't shy, he just never opens up. He prefers to keep to himself, afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing. He has always been introverted, even at a young age. But now, with everything he's gone through, Trystan has retreated into himself. However, once someone takes the chance to break through his stone wall and get to know him, one will find that he's actually a nice, sweet guy. He doesn't want to step on any toes so he's a bit of a pushover. Honestly, Trystan tries so hard to be the exact opposite of his father. He treats people with respect, when they deserve it, and he's caring and kind. He doesn't have many friends because he's afraid to get close to people, not because he's stuck-up or rude.

Trystan is sensitive. It's a double-edged sword. He hates being sensitive because guys are supposed to be tough. He's definitely tough what with everything that's happened to him but he feels as though he should be tougher and stand up to people more. Unfortunately, Trystan is also really insecure. His self-esteem is at an all-time low, and has been stuck there for quite some time. He's been beaten down, emotionally and physically, so many times that Trystan has grown depressed and insecure. He hates it. He wishes he could trust people and be like everyone else, hanging out with friends on the weekends. He wants to be more outgoing, he just doesn't know how.

leaning now into the breeze, remembering sunday he falls to his knees.

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( H I S T O R Y )

( M O M )[/color]
Madhura Louis Carrico. Deceased. Plastic Surgeon.
( D A D )[/b][/color]
Stuart Linda Carrico. Deceased. Plastic Surgeon.
( S I S T E R S )[/b][/color] none
( B R O T H E R S )[/b][/color] Neysa Morrison Carrico. 21. Construction Worker/Drug Dealer.
( O T H E R )[/b][/color] Grandfather. Adrian Carrico. Liposuction specialist. 76.
( P E T S )[/b][/color] Frog, Steve; and corn snake, Dave. These are Neysa's pets though.
( O V E R A L L )[/b][/color]
Trystan Owen Carrico was born in Castle Resorts, California to Madhura and Stuart Carrico. Before he was born, his family had been in Llanfair-yn-Neubwll, Wales but moved to California because the job market for plastic surgeons was higher and to be closer to his and Neysa's grandfather. Growing up, Trystan had a seemingly normal childhood. His parents were wealthy so he lived in a big house and he got many material items. Though his parents were both alcoholics and fought a lot, he didn't sense anything was out of the ordinary. He was closer to his mother than his father, though. His father liked sports and being tough; as a child, Trystan, who was not-so tough or athletic, preferred the indoors. He enjoyed watching his mother cook and helping her with anything he could. His brother, Neysa, was closest to their father; similarily, Trystan did not feel close to Neysa. Apparentely, as an older brother's right, Neysa seemed to pick on Trystan quite a bit when they were younger.

In October, when Trystan was 12, the worst day of his life happened. His mother had been drinking and Neysa and his father were out of the house. Trystan was reading in his room when his mother stumbled in and said she had to go to the store to get food for dinner. Trystan protested, saying that she couldn't drive while intoxicated. But his mother insisted that she had to go to the store. Trystan didn't know what to do. He wasn't old enough to drive, he didn't want his father being angry for calling him at work, and he couldn't let his mother drive while under the influence. So he said that he would go with her. If he couldn't stop her from driving, Trystan would be in the passenger seat, making sure that everything went okay. Unfortunately, as his mother pulled onto the highway, she began to get sleepy. Trystan yelled at her to keep awake or pull over. His mother, now slightly more awake, swerved the car into the other lane. Within five seconds, his mother hit the car next to them, slamming the car and theirs across the median and into oncoming traffic. His mother hit another car which knocked her unconcious. Fortunately, all the cars managed to stop and someone called 911. The passengers in the two cars, Trystan, and his mother were rushed to the hospital. His mother and another passenger died that night. Trystan had a fractured rib and whiplash.

He was kept in the hospital for a couple weeks to allow the rib and his body to recover. During that time, he, slipping in and out of sleep, had no idea what happened. It had seemed like one huge nightmare. When he finally came to, he realized that his mother had died. His grandfather was the one to confirm the news. When Trystan came home, his father wouldn't look at him, let alone talk to him. His grandfather stayed until after the funeral. That night, Trystan was up in his room, trying to catch up on homework (which was hard because he couldn't stop crying). His father came in his room and, in a quiet, menacing tone, told Trystan that it was all his fault that Madhura died. Trystan, caught off guard, blankly stared up at his father. His father was clearly intoxicated. He took those words to heart. That wasn't the last time Trystan heard it was his fault that mother died. After the funeral, something inside of his father changed.

A week later, when his cast was taken off his torso, Trystan burnt the meatloaf he made for Neysa and his father. His father threw the meatloaf across the room and went upstairs with a beer in hand. After Neysa left to party or do whatever he did, Trystan was doing dishes when he found his father standing in the doorway. That was the first night he was beaten. Trystan was too shaken to tell anyone, even Neysa. He wanted to confide in his brother, wanted to know if it were only him being abused. Unfortunately, it seemed as though Neysa got better treatment. Trystan figured it was because his father blamed him for his mother's death. Every day soon became routine. He would go to school, stay there as long as he could doing homework, walk home, make dinner, and wait for his father to come home. Then, he would somehow always do something to make his father angry - it didn't take much - and he would add another bruise to his collection. His father made sure not to injure his face, only in places that could be hidden well. He drank more, threw beer bottles at Trystan, and even knocked the boy out cold on occasion. Trystan suffered through this pain for almost five years, slowly degenerating into an empty shell.

And then, his father took Neysa on vacation. Trystan stayed in the house by himself, thankful to finally be safe. He wished that his father would never come back. He wished everyday that his father could have died instead of his mother. But Trystan never thought it would happen. When Neysa returned without his father, Trystan wasn't sure how to react. His first thought was happiness. He would finally get out of this hell. Trystan hasn't had a moment to grieve for his father, simply because he won't allow himself to. Trystan hated his father. He hated his father for abusing him and for dying.

When Neysa went to jail soon after their father died, Trystan was put into foster care. His grandfather was too old and weak to take care of him. Foster care wasn't much better than his life had been before. No one cared about him. He didn't talk to anyone and no one talked to him. He stayed in that orphanage for a year with only his grandfather to visit him until Neysa got out of jail. Neysa gained full custody of Trystan and Trystan went to live with Neysa. They live in a small apartment now since Neysa can't afford much. Trystan still suspects that his brother drug deals but he's afraid to confront his brother. Neysa reminds him too much of their father. Trystan tries to tell his brother what their father did to him but he worries that Neysa wouldn't believe him; Neysa seemed to worship their father's feet. Now, Trystan just wants to have a normal life. He's in therapy to work out his past, recommended to him by his grandfather, and it's helping a little every time he goes. Trystan wants to move on but he is still angry; his nightmares have still not yet gone away.



( T H E W O R D )[/b][/color] ADMIN EDIT
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It was sometime around five in the morning when Harlow woke up this morning. She yawned and stretched. Already the city was moving, not that it ever stopped. This was New York, New York. The city that never slept, but just because the city didn’t sleep didn’t mean she could go without sleep. Sometimes she wished she could go without the bodily function. Then again sometimes it was the only time a day she got too be herself, so she was glad for it. Still as Harlow crawled out of her plush bed, moved the bedding aside and walked too the window she smiled. She looked around what she could see from her window, a street with cars driving by, some people walking around, and the sun coming out. Harlow smiled, if it wasn’t for having too work today might have been a good day.

But the fact was she did have too work. She had a photo shoot today with her manager, for some product, she wasn’t even sure what. She sighed, she didn’t want too do it. Her label was building her, her manager Laura would say, something that made Harlow want too smack her. They where forming her into the next sweet little girl next door, too bad she was really anything but that. Harlow sighed as she moved away from her window, and faced a mirror, “I became an actress for a reason.” She said too no one, before decided too take a shower and get ready for the day.

When she walked out she knew she was going too need too be in a really good mood before she had too go do her photo shoot, where there was a rumor they wanted too dress her up in a blond wig. It was indecent how no one seemed too care that she wasn’t a little girl, that she had a piercing that she lied threw her teeth at every interview the public ever got. Especially the last one where she’d been asked if there was anyone who caught her eyes, she’d promptly blushed and said yes. What bs, she sighed as walked by Starbucks looking at the line before walking into there. It wasn’t busy so she stepped inside, she was looking at the menu when she joined the line. Not looking where she was going she took a step too far forward and walked into the person in front of her. “Oh sorry ‘bout that.” She said not really paying attention too the person she’d walked into.
open for one person.

you were fake, i was great--nothing personal

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( C R E D I T S )

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