Post by sevron on Jun 10, 2011 13:46:44 GMT -5
My student id reads: Sevron Z. Almirth
You may call me: Sevron
Duh, I'm a: Male
Time just moves so slowly:19
My court of choice is: Rebel
Position in the court: None
I have been told that I'm: Depressing and insane. I often sit away from everyone else and just watch them... waiting for them to make a critical mistake that I can use against them... I have information on a lot of people. When I'm not plotting the downfall of others I dont really do anything... I listen to really loud music and that keeps me from doing anything my doctor says I would regret. I am very OCD over tiney details and will loose my mind if certain things are out of order, this cuases me to lash out rather loudly and violently. I have made friends before, dispite my disorders... I miss them.
This is my story: I was sent to the school by my parents after trying to drown one of the neighbor boys in our swimming pool... he had it comming. He made fun of me at school, which I could live with. He pretended to be my friend only becuase my family had more money, which was annoying. Then... then he crossed the line! He "accidentally" knocked over my shelf holding my music and broke one of my really old CDs that I can't find any more... I can't even listen to the band now becuase the music is based on a story and I dont have the whole story anymore!... So now I'm here.
I love: (likes)
Cats, they're quite
Music, the louder the better
The Dark
Watching people
Reading
( you can add more if you'd like)
I hate: (dislikes)
Popular kids, just by defualt
People touching my stuff
People touching me... just makes my skin crawl
Big animals... humans count in this too
Being put in a social situation
( you can add more if you'd like)
Well, if you must know: Paranoid, Scitzophrantic, Antisocial, Obesive Compulsive Disorder
Description of your dorm:Everything is neat and nice. There are three shelves, one with music, one with books, one with computer games. To the left of the door is a desk with his lab top. Straight across from the door are the shelves, and his bed is in the middle. The light bulb has been taken out to insure that no one turns on the light, and there are black out curtains over the windows.
Family: Parents, I hate them for sending me here instead of trying to help me themselves.
Friends:None yet
Rivals: None yet
Crush: None yet
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Oh please... like anyone would try to deal with me
Oh, no, I've forgotten: Mess up my hair, or my clothes, I will strike you dead where you stand!
Rp sample- Sevron sat with his knees against his chest in the corner of his room, big, bulky head phones on his ears. The music playing was fitting... and probably audioble through the door to his room... and the walls of the adjioning rooms. He banged his head to Aslyum from Disturbed, and as the opening line, "Release me!" blared in his ears, his arms flew open and he sang along with it. Standing up and pacing around his room as he continued along with the song, actually quite well. His eyes closed as he held the rage of the song he placed his back against the wall... or what he thought was the wall and fell out of the window... on the second story.
You may call me: Sevron
Duh, I'm a: Male
Time just moves so slowly:19
My court of choice is: Rebel
Position in the court: None
I have been told that I'm: Depressing and insane. I often sit away from everyone else and just watch them... waiting for them to make a critical mistake that I can use against them... I have information on a lot of people. When I'm not plotting the downfall of others I dont really do anything... I listen to really loud music and that keeps me from doing anything my doctor says I would regret. I am very OCD over tiney details and will loose my mind if certain things are out of order, this cuases me to lash out rather loudly and violently. I have made friends before, dispite my disorders... I miss them.
This is my story: I was sent to the school by my parents after trying to drown one of the neighbor boys in our swimming pool... he had it comming. He made fun of me at school, which I could live with. He pretended to be my friend only becuase my family had more money, which was annoying. Then... then he crossed the line! He "accidentally" knocked over my shelf holding my music and broke one of my really old CDs that I can't find any more... I can't even listen to the band now becuase the music is based on a story and I dont have the whole story anymore!... So now I'm here.
I love: (likes)
Cats, they're quite
Music, the louder the better
The Dark
Watching people
Reading
( you can add more if you'd like)
I hate: (dislikes)
Popular kids, just by defualt
People touching my stuff
People touching me... just makes my skin crawl
Big animals... humans count in this too
Being put in a social situation
( you can add more if you'd like)
Well, if you must know: Paranoid, Scitzophrantic, Antisocial, Obesive Compulsive Disorder
Description of your dorm:Everything is neat and nice. There are three shelves, one with music, one with books, one with computer games. To the left of the door is a desk with his lab top. Straight across from the door are the shelves, and his bed is in the middle. The light bulb has been taken out to insure that no one turns on the light, and there are black out curtains over the windows.
Family: Parents, I hate them for sending me here instead of trying to help me themselves.
Friends:None yet
Rivals: None yet
Crush: None yet
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Oh please... like anyone would try to deal with me
Oh, no, I've forgotten: Mess up my hair, or my clothes, I will strike you dead where you stand!
Rp sample- Sevron sat with his knees against his chest in the corner of his room, big, bulky head phones on his ears. The music playing was fitting... and probably audioble through the door to his room... and the walls of the adjioning rooms. He banged his head to Aslyum from Disturbed, and as the opening line, "Release me!" blared in his ears, his arms flew open and he sang along with it. Standing up and pacing around his room as he continued along with the song, actually quite well. His eyes closed as he held the rage of the song he placed his back against the wall... or what he thought was the wall and fell out of the window... on the second story.
