Post by elliot william rhee on Feb 26, 2011 20:52:15 GMT -4
*ELLIOT WILLIAM RHEE,
“Don't hide yourself in regret,
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way ”
“Don't hide yourself in regret,
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way ”
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[/color][/center]*step into the spotlight,
» FULL NAME: elliot william rhee
» NICKNAMES: eli, reeces
» AGE/BIRTHDAY: July, 23, 1996
» GENDER: male
» ORIENTATION: gay
» CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
» GROUP/GRADE: sophomore
*let them see who you are,
» HAIR: Hair is a shaggy that reaches a little past his chin and the coloring of his hair is a deep chocolate brown.
» EYES: Eyes are a ice blue that may sometime seem white if the right amount of light is shining on his face.
» HEIGHT/WEIGHT: Height is about 5'8, he is not that tall and his weight is around 145 pounds due to his small size.
» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: none
» STYLE: Style wise, he considers himself to be "punk" or "emo" one of those silly lables, but to him he thinks he's original.
» OVERALL:
Over all, Elliot is a rather small boy. His body has only grown to be around 5’8 much to his dismay and his weight stands at a langy 145 pounds. He tries to bulk up but you know it doesn’t seem to work out for him so much. He likes to keep his hair long and shaggy, if he tries hard enough he could pull it back into a small pony tail but he isn’t completely sure on if that would make him look good or not so he doesn’t want to risk it. Elliot’s eyes are a ice blue, in the sunlight sometimes they appear white which can either be beautiful to some or scary depending on the person. Often times people thinks he’s wearing contacts but he’s not. Elliot’s style is that of that some call “emo” or “punk”. He wears skinny jeans and band shirts and converse. He paints his nails black or any other bright color. He likes himself as he is and doesn’t want to change his style for anyone.
*shine through the darkness,
» LIKES: sweets, books, horse back riding, skateboarding, painting, drawing
» DISLIKES: laziness, whiners, boring people, cigarettes, moths
» STRENGTHS: good listener, knowledgeable, photographic memory, great at solving hard problems, strong willed
» WEAKNESSES: candy, books, anyone upset/crying, being hugged, the smell of paint
» SECRETS: he's scared to death of moths and zombies, his parents don't know he's gay, he collects books
» GOALS: wants to be a famous artist, wants to come out to his parents by his senior year, wants to be on TV
» OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Elliot has a gold star personality. He’s loud and he loves talking to people even if they hate his guts. He likes sweets anything that has sugar in it he will try. Elliot is also a passionate reader, he enjoys buying books and gets a sort of high off buying and reading them, over the years it seems that he started a large collection of books, reading them all over and over again and adding to the collection every so often. He always has a book with him. His mother grew up around horses, so he did too! He loves the feeling that he can trust someone who won’t judge him and will always love him no matter what. Just makes him happy. Adding to the freedom, the boy also loves skateboarding. He can do many tricks and never wears a helmet or pads. Why would he? If he gets hurt, he gets hurt. So what? Finally, the boy loves art. Any kind of art but his favorite is painting and drawing, sometimes he has pastel stains on his fingers from working so hard, but to him that’s just part of him.
Elliot hates being lazy. He will not sleep in when he knows there can be things to get done, wants he gets done them, then he can go and lie down and watch disney channel or something. He also isn’t a big fan of people whining. If you broke a nail, shut up. You’re not dying like Timmy who has cancer. He feels that people need to get over the small things in life and just shut up about them because most of the time no one really cares. Boring people are on his list too. Talk… do something! For goodness sake, when people just sit on the side lines and give him one word answer, it honestly drives him nuts. People are not grey blobs. Wear pink or something. Smoking is disgusting, don’t do it. Ruins your teeth and lungs. Just no. Finally, moths. Those little buggers just make his skin crawl. He can tell the difference between a butterfly and a moth and if he sees a moth he will run.
*dive into your past,
» PARENTS: Shelby Rhee (mother), Donghae Rhee (father)
» SIBLINGS: Alexis Rhee (older sister), Kenneth Rhee (older brother), Amelia Rhee (little sister)
» PETS: a horse named Scarlet, three dogs, two cats and a hamster named nibbles
» SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none
» OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: none
» HISTORY:
Elliot was born on July 23, in 1996 to Shelby Rhee a Italian women who ran a spa an Donghae Rhee a Korean man who worked for a law firm. Both made amazing money and happily brought their new son into a world were he could be spoiled like crazy and never have to lift a finger for the rest of his days. He was born with a older sister named Alexis and a older brother named Kenneth. His older sister didn’t take to well to the new baby and would often be mean in a child like manner to him. Taking his things and pushing him over, smearing food on him and things like that. While his older brother Kenneth would be the one to clean him up, give him back his toys and so on and so forth. Oddly enough he remembers those days and still holds a grudge to his older sister even to his day. He hates to admit it but he does hold some forms of grudges.
As a child, he was always spoiled. He got the newest toys and the best nannies and everything! He rarely saw his father and mother since work always took them away for long hours of the day. His siblings couldn’t take care of them since they had their own nannies and stuff so often times he was left alone and playing all alone. He didn’t seem to mind it though since he grew up normal and not so sheltered. When he first began school, no one really spoke to him since he was the rich kid. He hated that, so he turned on his charms and became the class clown. He still got amazing grades and he got a few laughs while he did it. He made many friends but one friend seemed to stick out to him. His best friend, Vincent. These two were like partners in crime, they did everything together. They were attached at the hip, blood couldn’t make them closer.
When Elliot was about 12 years old, he realized that he didn’t love Vincent like a brother. He loved him like those people in movies did who kissed when they realized they cared about one another. He was in love with him. They started middle school together and one day while they were walking home, Elliot told him how he felt. He expected Vincent too tell him he was disgusting but he didn’t, as it turned out Vincent loved him too. Sadly they both had to keep it a secret so whenever one of them spent the night at each others house, they would kiss and kiss and kiss. They never had sex since they were too young, but still. Kissing was just as good. Everything seemed to be more the perfect for Elliot, that was… until Vincent moved away.
His world seemed to come crashing down when he learned that his best friend was moving all the way to Hawaii. That was like a life time away! Vincent broke up with Elliot since he thought it would be better for them both to try and be with other people, and he left. Elliot was 14. After Vincent left, Elliot seemed to go into depression the summer before his freshmen year of high school. His parents didn’t know what to do, so they tried to find outlets for his pain. However, Elliot found one on his own. Art. It seemed that Elliot had a knack for painting and drawing, so his parents got behind him with it. Letting him go to art classes and going to school art shows during his freshmen year. Elliot found peace again, and that peace went with him all the way to his sophomore year of high school.
*behind the scenes,
» NAME/ALIAS: Eli
» AGE: 18
» ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 2
» HOW YOU FOUND US: proboards!
» CODE PHRASE: admin edit
» RP SAMPLE:“No Yong I haven’t had a chance to speak with Father. I will when I get the chance too and even if I do speak he might not speak back.” The tiger growled softly into the mouth piece of his phone. His words just dripping with loathing and disdain at the idea of speaking to his father. Most children would love a chance to speak with ‘Daddy’. That wasn’t the case with Aoi. He would give his life and limb just to stay away from his father for as long as humanly possible. “Fine… I will tonight then. Goodbye Yong.” An angry push of a button fallowed the thick wrath of a voice. This was a major blow to his day, in the end it was his fault since the back of his mind was screeching for him not to answer the phone to his oldest brother. However, since his heart longed for the older male he caved in hard, there were very few gentle words shared when they spoke, both voices just hard and rough like both sides to a rusty razor blade.
Aoi felt eyes starting to bore into him as he looked around his area. Other students were staring at him, most likely because he was speaking Chinese and not happy Chinese either. All of those eyes staring at him made Aoi feel more and more stone like, he kept still; body and mind just freezing in their tracks as he began to form a plan in the pit of his stomach. With a annoyed and tired sigh he began to walk somewhere, anywhere. Perhaps to his baby brother’s room? No, Choi would be with Tony and then Kwang most likely was sleeping or devouring another person’s life essence. Alone. Loneliness. No matter which word you used, the meaning always meant the same. Without someone. Without this and without that. Being who he was Aoi wasn’t used to being without something. He was spoiled and got it all, so the feeling of without or loneliness was difficult for him to process and almost down right depressing.
Feet unknowingly brought Aoi to a place of sanction. The most gentle world of all, a place were words meant something, the good and the bad. A deep breath calmed his nerves and he allowed his feet to walk into the library. The tiger adored booked, he liked to pretend he was that person in the story. The person who always seemed to win in the end, the one who got everything and was never without. He envied them. A small chuckle seemed to pass his lips. How silly he felt, wishing to be one of the fiction. It was a simple little dream that would never come true for him, he just wasn’t that lucky. Aoi greeted the women at the main desk on the bottom floor and began to search around, his attention was half on his search and half on his family. The talk with his oldest brother had him wishing for his family again, all of his brothers and his dear mother. His father would be sent to the seven corners of hell for all Aoi cared.
His mood seemed to take a turn to the dark side, how did he know? Well he began to grab for poets with a dark sense of humor. Edgar Allen Poe, HP. Lovecraft were two of his favorites. Their dark sense of style and humor appealed to him since he was the same way. He was on the dark, he would always be in the dark. There were very few who could pull him into the light without him being blinded by it’s beauty for fortune. Choi was one of those people, Mel was one of those people. Those two were two of the strongest lights he had ever met, they broke him free from his dark shackled and let him live normally. Which is why he was so damn protective over them. No one crossed them without having Aoi to deal with. Perhaps it was the tiger in him, or perhaps it was a cry for help, he wasn’t sure. Slowly he moved over to one of the couches and sat himself down, he lied down with his back against the soft base, and his feet hanging over the edge. The book was held high above his head, but he was reading. His golden eyes seemed to just soak up every word like a sponge and they released the lines and the messages into his brain, his soul and his heart.
With each turn of the page, he soaked up more and more. He heart was being painted by blackness, his brain was drowning in anger and hatred for all things at this moment in time. He felt nothing, nothing at all. His limbs just held still for a moment but soon the snapped, he snarled and threw the book to the ground and watched it bounce a good six or seven feet away. He kicked himself up so he feet were flat against the ground. The tigers hands went to cover his face, in fear of being seen and being scorned by those around him. He was slipping again, and he had nothing to stop himself. No drugs, no alcohol, not even a blade would call itself his friend anymore. He gave all of those up, hoping it would rid him of such dark and depression moments like this and feelings that just twisted him up inside. A low snarl ripped past his lips and his body began to burn. Burn. Burn. The blood within this beast was on fire, boiling over like the hottest of lava’s. He had to cool it. He had to calm himself down, with something to numb him. Or at best, he wanted a light, a glorious light to over power the dark and prevents the shadows of the day, the tomorrow and the next day. Choi was with Tony and Mel was in class, he had no one right now. There was one other person he could think of, but that person he rarely saw anymore and the last time they spoke, wasn’t the beautiful light baring conversation he needed. It was real and deep, but maybe that was light too? Honesty. It had to be since Aoi was never honest with himself.
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