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Aaron
Jul 1, 2007 22:35:15 GMT -5
Post by Aaron on Jul 1, 2007 22:35:15 GMT -5
[ My Chemical Romance] [ Disenchanted] Well I was there on the day They sold the cause for the queen, And when the lights all went out We watched our lives on the screen. I hate the ending myself, But it started with an alright scene.
It was the roar of the crowd That gave me heartache to sing. It was a lie when they smiled And said, "you won't feel a thing" And as we ran from the cops We laughed so hard, it would sting
Yeah yeah, oh
If I'm so wrong (so wrong, so wrong) How can you listen all night long? (night long, night long) Now will it matter after I'm gone? Because you never learn a goddamned thing.
You're just a sad song with nothing to say About a life long wait for a hospital stay And if you think that I'm wrong, This never meant nothing to you
I spent my high school career Spit on and shoved to agree So I could watch all my heroes Sell a car on TV Bring out the old guillotine We'll show 'em what we all mean.
Yeah yeah, oh
If I'm so wrong (so wrong, so wrong) How can you listen all night long? (night long, night long) Now will it matter long after I'm gone? Because you never learn a goddamned thing.
You're just a sad song with nothing to say About a life long wait for a hospital stay And if you think that I'm wrong, This never meant nothing to ya
So go, go away, just go, run away. But where did you run to? And where did you hide? Go find another way, price you pay
Woah... Woah... Woah...
Woah, Woah, Woah
You're just a sad song with nothing to say About a life long wait for a hospital stay And if you think that I'm wrong, This never meant nothing to ya, come on
You're just a sad song with nothing to say About a life long wait for a hospital stay And if you think that I'm wrong, This never meant nothing to you
At all... At all... At all...
At all
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Aaron
Mar 26, 2008 12:41:55 GMT -5
Post by Aaron on Mar 26, 2008 12:41:55 GMT -5
General InformationFull Name: Aaron --- Nickname(s): None Gender: Male Color: BlackAge: 15 DOB: 2/4/92 Physical Description;
Aaron is a pale boy at the age of fifteen. His glossy black hair is medium-length and is constantly falling into his eyes, no matter how many times he brushes them away. When he does move his bangs, however, you'll see his striking, gray-blue eyes that seem to stare right through you. He hardly ever gets any sun, which explains the lack of color in his skin. He is of average height, but is much skinnier than he should be, with almost no muscle mass at all. He is physically weak, but makes up for it with his amazing magical talent and speed. Yes, he can run like heck when he wants to.
He constantly wears a white scarf around his neck, with thick black stripes running down it. It is long enough to reach to his waist, but not much farther down. It ends on different colors. (One side ends on black, the other on white.)
Under his robes, Aaron will wear just about any black shirt, usually a random tee. His favorite, of course, is the one with an image of a white rib-cage on the front. It has a blood red heart on the top left. Under the tee, he wears another shirt, always long-sleeved (he never wears short sleeves, even in summer), either plain white to contrast with the black of his over shirt, or, his favorite, one with black stripes on the white sleeves. (yeah, he loves black and white stripes.)
For pants, he almost always wears skinny jeans, dark-wash or faded-wash, that make his legs look like...well, toothpicks. There's no real reason for this; he just likes tight jeans. (xD)
He loves wearing gloves/wrist warmers. Due to the fact that he almost constantly wears long sleeves, he cannot wear full-fledged arm warmers, so he's stuck wearing just gloves or wrist warmers. When wearing gloves, the fingertips are always cut off. It just looks cooler that way. And for wrist-warmers - he seems to like having the thumb have an actual finger, with the tip cut off, and rest with nothing at all. (Just cut off so the whole finger shows.) He sometimes messily paints his nails black, even though they are cut all the way short.
His right arm is covered in scars from cutting himself. This is always covered, of course, by either long sleeves or long arm warmers. (Preferably sleeves - they are less likely to fall down.)
Personality;
Aaron is very antisocial. He never converses with anyone, and only speaks when spoken to. He is very, very jumpy and always seems preoccupied with something. If anyone gets too near him, or touches him, he freaks out and runs/jumps away from them.
It has always been his dream to run away, far, far away, and never stop running. He is very insecure, and has a horrible self-esteem (not that he doesn't have good personal hygiene! He is very clean! xD). He thinks he is worth nothing, as his father always told him. He has trouble controlling his feelings, and is an emotional wreck most of the time. He is actually very sweet and kind, just...no one ever stops to see that, or to help him see that he is not horrible, or a piece of trash, and that he is actually a very good person.
History:
Aaron has had a terrible past, and will not recount it for anyone. His mother was a rich woman who married a not-so-rich man, Aaron's father. She loved him, and he loved her. About a year after their marriage, Aaron was born. They were a happy family until disaster struck. Aaron's father began to hurt his wife, beating her for no good reason. He would yell at her for the tiniest things. He would hurt her all the time. Aaron couldn't take it. Neither could his mom. She still loved her husband, and she took the beatings until there was nothing left for her. She committed suicide when Aaron was only six.
Her will stated that her fortune go to Aaron, not her husband. But, of course, her husband took all the money anyway. He spent it on himself, never caring for his poor son. Aaron was only useful as a punching bag for him, something to take out his anger on. He beat the boy every chance he had, and told him constantly that he was useless, worthless, and better off dead. Aaron soon began to cut himself, to in some twisted way 'relieve' himself. His childhood was dark. But he did notice that, little by little, he could do supernatural things: maybe it was just making a book fall off the shelf, making a door close when he wanted it too, turning the lights out with his mind- little things. But they all added up...
Then, one day, an eleven-year-old Aaron went to retrieve the mail for his father, who threatened him with another beating. Of course, when he found the letter, he packed up his things and ran away from home, making sure to steal the key to his mother's money vault on his way out. He escaped to Diagon Alley and bought all of his school stuff using some of his mother's fortune. He has been going to Hogwarts for five years now, living in Diagon Alley during the summer.
Other:
He still cuts himself. D:
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Aaron
Mar 26, 2008 12:42:19 GMT -5
Post by Aaron on Mar 26, 2008 12:42:19 GMT -5
[Mayday Parade] [You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I'll Be The Wings That Keeps Your Heart In The Clouds]
And honestly, I have been begging for answers That you and only you can give to me My voice crying loud I've been crying for days now And as I start to run, I stop to breathe (Cause I was nearly scared to death) Cause I was nearly scared to death (By what you left in paragraphs) By what you left in paragraphs (The words were nearly over us) The words were nearly over us You stopped and turned and grabbed your bags
I'll be here by the ocean Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams While my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes And every waves drags me to sea I could stand here for hours Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?" With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question." Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?
As hours move to minutes, but minutes take longer to break I will be desperately awaiting while my tongue will fall apart And we've been sitting here for hours All alone and in the dark
So let me think of to word it Is it too soon to say 'perfect'? If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere I'm sure everything would find me All that's left is just to sing
I'll be here by the ocean Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams While my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes And every waves drags me to sea I could stand here for hours Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?" With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question." Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?
And if you sing to me sweet until then, I may never sail Virginia again And as this current moves slow for me, This much you must know...we'll meet again And El, I'll have you know I'm scared to death
So tell me once again That you'll love me 'til the death And should I die you swear that you will come for me As I fade away, you reach out your arms (And please don't let me go) And please don't let me go (And please don't let me go) And please don't let me go
I'll be here by the ocean Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams While my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes And every waves drags me to sea I could stand here for hours Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?" With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question." Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me? [/center][/blockquote]
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Aaron
Mar 26, 2008 12:42:47 GMT -5
Post by Aaron on Mar 26, 2008 12:42:47 GMT -5
DaemonName: Liora Gender: Female Color: CasperForm: White Dove, AbsolAppearance;
Liora is a pure white dove, covered in downy, snow-white feathers. Her eyes are pure black, with no sign of color at all. Her beak and feet, strangely, are dark gray instead of pink or tan. She is about the size of a normal pigeon, maybe a little smaller, but perfect shoulder-size for Aaron.
Personality;
Liora is so quiet, she's almost voiceless. She only speaks to Aaron, and has never said a word to anyone else. And even then, she only speaks to Aaron when she has something really worth saying- so when she says something, Aaron listens. But she's very supportive of Aaron, and always is there for him. She only has one 'bad' habit, which she tries her best not to exert - she's very compassionate, and sees that same trait in Aaron. This causes her, to, of course, try to get him to help others when he can. But she never forces him to do anything - she just talks to him in her very convincing way. (xD)
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Aaron
Mar 26, 2008 13:03:24 GMT -5
Post by Aaron on Mar 26, 2008 13:03:24 GMT -5
[Escape the Fate] [Make Up]
You caught my eye when I walked by, Judging from the way you move, Your heart is bruised We sit and laugh It's all an act The lies they seep through You're such a fool
As makeup runs down on your cheeks, You found that you are lost again. Try to make your way back home, Found that you're alone.
Put on your dress and look your best Let this be your night We'll laugh and die So drink it down we need this now make the pain go away
As makeup runs down on your cheeks, You found that you are lost again. Try to make your way back home, Found that you're alone. Fall down, searching for the perfect place For you to lose it all again Slow down keep it at a steady pace as I watch you fade away
As makeup runs down on your cheeks, You found that you are lost again. Try to make your way back home, Found that you're alone.
As makeup runs down on your cheeks, You found that you are lost again. Try to make your way back home, Found that you're alone. [/blockquote][/center]
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Aaron
Mar 26, 2008 13:19:43 GMT -5
Post by Aaron on Mar 26, 2008 13:19:43 GMT -5
Student Information Year: 5 House: Slytherin Classes: Quidditch, Animagus
Quidditch Stats Position: Seeker Broom: Nimbus 2001
Animagus Form: ?
Wand [picture] Wood: Willow Length: 13 in Core: Dragon Heartstring (It looks similar to this.)
Pet [picture] Name: Demetrius (Demi) Gender: Male Age: 5 years Species: Fancy Rat Breed: Black Other: Aaron has had Demetrius since he first started at Hogwarts. The rat is a grumpy, nit-picky little thing, and only 'listens' to Aaron.
Owl [picture] Name: Pierrot Gender: Male Age: 5 years Species: Owl Breed: Barn Other: Aaron has owned Pierrot since he started at Hogwarts, just like Demitrius. He is not as close to the owl as he is to the rat, though they still share a connection. [/blockquote]
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Aaron
Mar 26, 2008 13:33:13 GMT -5
Post by Aaron on Mar 26, 2008 13:33:13 GMT -5
[30 Seconds to Mars] [A Modern Myth]
Did we create A modern myth? Did we imagine half of it Would happen in a thought from now Save yourself, save yourself
The secret is out The secret is out
To buy the truth And sell a lie The last mistake Before you die So don't forget To breathe tonight Tonight's the last So say goodbye
The secret is out The secret is out The secret is out The secret is out
Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye [/center][/blockquote]
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