DESAINT, marco levi

[marco levi desaint]

MarcoLeviDeSaint

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testing, testing, one two three. alright, here we go.
i'm Gayle 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 Ah-fucking-mazing. i also own none
you can reach me through IM/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] Marco Levi DeSaint
( N I C K N A M E )[/color] Saint. Everyone knows him as this, no one ever really calls him Marco.
( A G E )[/color] Eighteen.
( B I R T H D A Y )[/color] May 7th.
( G R A D E )[/color] Senior.
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )[/color] Bi-Sexual.
( J O B )[/color] Stocker at Wal*Mart.
( M A J O R )[/color] Music.
Art.

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] Black; with the occasional highlights and/or random streaks. Cut so his bangs swoop off to the left on his face, right above his eyes. The rest of his hair goes down to his shoulders and layered. Straight..
( E Y E CO L O R )[/color] Grey-blue.
( H E I G H T )[/color] 5'10
( W E I G H T )[/b][/color] 165.
( T A T T O O S )[/color] he has a sleeve of tattoos on his left hand, some of them are:
A Misfit tattoo with blood coming out of the corner of it's jaw; with flowers underneath it; as if the blood was watering the flowers.
Beside that is a heart, deep red. It has nothing to do with the Misfits tattoo.
That is only two, there are more; but I don't feel like listing them. Look at a picture for goodness sakes if you're that interested.
( P I E R C I N G S )[/color] Snakebites.
Ears.
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/color] More of an Emo/Hottopics look then anything else. Occasionally the scene outfit. Alternative; definitely.
( F A C E C L A I M )[/color] Andy Sixx.

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] Singing.
Guitar.
Piano.
Drawing.
Writing.
Drinking.
Cigarettes.
Partying.
Candy.
Energy Drinks.
( D I S L I K E S )[/b][/color] Sleeping.
Beer.
Rap.
Models.
Gum.
Drugs.
Phone Calls.
The Color Indigo.
Boots.
Diet Drinks.
( S T R E N G T H S )[/color] Singing.
Playing The Guitar.
Playing The Piano.
Writing Lyrics.
Drawing.
( W E A K N E S S E S )[/b][/color] Painting.
Bass.
Dating.
Children.
His Friends.
( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/color] He is constantly with a notepad or a sketchbook, writing down lyrics or chords with the notepad or drawing with the sketchbook.
If he isn't drawing or writing, he is more then likely singing, playing the guitar or playing the piano.
Chain smokes.
Hates sleeping due to nightmares, so he'll drink energy drinks all day to keep himself awake for as long as possible. He'll go as many days without sleep as he can.
( F E A R S )[/color] That his family didn't really forgive him.
Never succeeding in life.
Being responsible for another loved ones death.
Never getting married.
Never having children.
( S E C R E T S )[/color] The nightmares. Only extremely close people know this.
His past before the school.
Mr. Flufferstuffs.
Hates himself.
( O V E R A L L )[/color] ASSHOLE::

Yeah. Well, not many people really suspect that at first glance at him. He looks adorable and cuddly. Like he'd do anything for anyone if they yelled at him, that or run off into a corner. But that isn't it at all. If you were to yell at him, you'd probably get punched in the face. He is can be an asshole, and he isn't going to cover it up either. He isn't one of those liars that go around acting like he really is a nice person, just to get into peoples pants. He'll tell you straight up that he doesn't like you and that he wants you to go suck on a lemon. It doesn't matter what your age or gender is. Well, unless you're under six years old. Then you'll see the loving side of Marco. He'll probably do anything within his power to make you smile and laugh. Everyone calls him Saint. In fact, Marco doesn't even introduce himself as Marco anymore. Once people really got to know him, they called him Saint. Because it was so far against what he really was. Really, the only reason he is like this is because of his past. He hates himself, so he is going to take it out on others.

DETERMINED::

Despite the fact he isn't a very nice person, you'll find that when he sets his mind to it, there is absolutely no stopping him. You might not think that someone, that appears to be scrawny, could accomplish some of the things he gets done. Whether it be a fight or a song he wants finished, he'll get it done. I'm not going to say he wins every fight, that just is impossible; but he does win a majority of them. His appearance is as far away from what he really is as possible. The adorable little emo kid, the one that wouldn't hurt a fly, is actually the loud, blunt boy that would aim to hospitalize you in a second. Normally he doesn't try to fight people, generally he tries to stay to himself or his friends to keep people from getting into fights; but if you start something, that is when it all changes. He is trying to make up for the past, but no matter what he does; it never seems to come close to making things right.

ANTI-WHORE::

I don't know what else to call him. He isn't out to get into every girl/guy's pants. In fact, he rarely ever dates. He has maybe had one or two girlfriend over the school year. He works too hard at his music and art, then his real job, to really consider dating. In fact, if you do manage to get him out on a date; he'll probably be really awkward at first. Blushing a lot and not really knowing what to do or say. He has come to dislike dates. Not that he doesn't crush on people, he crushes on people hard; he just never thinks he'll have time for them. Also, and this is something no one will ever know, he doesn't think he is good enough to fall in love. He doesn't think he'll ever fall in love, nor get married, and that scares the shit out of him. He believes what he did in the past made him a horrible person. Like I said, the reason he is such an asshole is because he hates himself, so he takes it out on others.

TALENTED::

Like most, if not all, of the students at SHAA; Saint is extremely talented. In music, he can sing like an angel; shred the guitar to pieces and play the piano like Stevie Wonder. He was always naturally talented, and has been playing the guitar since he was five; the piano since he was seven. He always sang. So the classes of SHAA only helped out more, and being this is his Senior year (and he has been attending since Freshmen), the only thing I can say is he is extremely talented. However, if you were to hand him a bass; he'd sound like a dying animal. He cannot play it to save his life. As for drums, he could probably bang on them; but he couldn't make music out of it. Now, when it comes to art; he strictly draws. He can't paint at all. He has tried and even his teacher gave up hope on that idea. But when it comes to drawing, Saint can practically draw anything. He figures that it will come in hand to draw up things like shirts, album covers, etc for the band he is in.

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] Elizabeth DeSaint. Forty-five. Actress. Alive.
( D A D )[/b][/color] Jeremy DeSaint. Thirty-six (when he died, he'd be forty-six now). Painter. Dead.
( S I S T E R S )[/b][/color] None.
( B R O T H E R S )[/b][/color] Jeremy DeSaint Jr. Nine (when he died, he'd be nineteen now). Dead.
( P E T S )[/b][/color] None.
( O V E R A L L )[/b][/color] Eh, like everyone else; Marco was born from his mother Elizabeth and his father Jeremy. He wasn't the first born; so if the plague went around again it would be his older brother taken, Jeremy Jr. Or JJ, for short. The family was a generally happy family; though both parents were extremely well known. His mother for many movies she starred in, and his father for being a rather famous painter. His brother was only one when he was born, and his mom and dad had wanted two boys; so they were both loved and spoiled. But that never really got to their heads. They never pulled the "My mother is--!" or "My father is--!" Excuse or anything like that, so it was all gravy. As a baby, they really weren't expected to do anything with their lives like other kids might have, having parents who are famous normally means the kids are mistreated in some form. But not these kids. They were never expected to do anything, except the regular chores a kid would be given.

At two, Marco already had an extensive vocabulary; and was known as a rather smart child. The kids were kept from the public eye about as much as one could expect, though that is just a random fact and doesn't mean much. Anyhow. He always enjoyed singing songs from his shows, things like Scooby Doo and what not. But at two, his voice wasn't all that impressive. What, did you expect to have a super genius on your hands? No. But, at four was when the singing really started. He had always sang, like I said, but at four he was better at it; seeing how his vocabulary had gotten bigger and what not. At five, one of his mothers friends bought him a guitar for his birthday. He enjoyed the instrument so much he spent most his time practicing, and his parents hired a people to teach him. JJ was getting into the drums at that point, so they would play around together and started a "band" called the DeSaint Brothers. At seven, already extremely exceptional at the guitar, the same friend that got him the guitar introduced him to the piano buy buying him one. He bought JJ a bass. The two got even more lessons then and became quite the musically talented. Another passion that Marco had; was drawing. He could draw people by age seven, and was very good at it compared to other seven year olds.

Year eight. The worse year of his life. He bitched and complained that his father didn't do anything for him that he wanted, seeing how he had become quite the little spoiled child by then. It was storming really hard, the roads were barely able to drive on; but Marco wouldn't listen and finally talked his father into taking him and JJ to the store to get ice cream. On the way there, the car hydroplaned out of control and crashed into two other cars before spinning around and crashing into a tree. His father and brother was killed on contact, and he was rushed to the hospital. He broke his leg and arm, and has blamed himself for his father and brothers death. That was when the nightmares started. Horrible ones about either him dying, or he'd see his father and brother dying over and over again. A few times it was even him killing the two loved ones himself. He had sever problems with sleeping, but no therapists could help him out. He continued with the music and drawing, thankfully not slipping out of that.

By fourteen the nightmares got worse. He stopped sleeping because of the nightmares, but told his mother that the bad dreams had gone away. He had gotten extremely talented at the music, pouring out his feelings out in the activities. His mother was proud of him, and decided it was time to find a place for his learning to really sore. She looked for a school for an entire year before finding SHAA. She sent him there. He believes that his mom blames him for his father and brother's death; and that was why he was sent away. Hating himself because of "What he did" and the fact his mother sent him away for it, he became blunt; trying to take out all his anger on people. He also began to get into fights. His mother doesn't know what to do, but he has become rather infamous around the school for being the determined prick named Saint.


( T H E W O R D )[/b][/color] ryan has a monstercock. trufax. admin edit bby<3
( S A M P L E P O S T )[/b][/color]

the way you stole my attention,
was flat out burglary...

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Davien could tell the boy was trying to remember who he was. That would have been a small hit t his ego, if his ego wasn't protected by miles and miles of that bubble wrap stuff that kept you from breaking glass. To be truthful, his ego was much like glass; easily breakable, but his pride was the bubble wrap and it was impossible to penetrate. So it was also like plexi-glass. Then the boy nodded, like he finally remembered him. Davien hadn't let any looks of disappointment or happiness cross his face when he heard the news, but the smile on his face grew slightly wider when the boy introduced himself. "Extremely nice to know I wasn't pronouncing it wrong." Davien said, jokingly of course. It wasn't that hard of a name to pronounce really. Unless he had to do it in a French accent, which proved to be difficult when you hadn't been to that country in years and had an extremely thick English accent. "This is the pooch I was talking about, Amuse." Davien said, lifting the dog up a little in his arm only to show who he was. Not that it should be that hard to realize which one was the dog between himself and the furry creature.

Davien was going to put the dog down, but he decided it might be a better idea to watch the larger dog first. Just to make sure Amuse wouldn't get hurt. After the comment about the dog, Caleb only gave a small tiny reply. Davien wanted to reach out and shake the boy; beg for him to talk more, but he didn't. For one, that would lose any sort of trust Davien may have built up in that one talk online, and in the short time he stood there. And for two, it would make him look crazy. "No problem." Davien wasn't sure if this was the kind of shy kid that liked others talking a lot, or if it was one of those skittish kids that freaked out whenever someone was around; especially when that person talked a lot. So he figured that would be his only reply to the short statement.

Davien was too distracted to put the dog down. There was a small chuckle from the boy, the second one Davien had heard, and Davien almost did a dance in happiness. So he got a quiet boy to chuckle, is probably what you're thinking; but that is harder to do then you probably think. The dog had taken matters into his own ha-.. paws, and the larger dog took off running with it. Davien was watching the dogs when Caleb pulled something out of his pocket. It was a cellular device; and Davien wondered if he wasn't going to answer it because of himself. "If I'm the reason you aren't answering it, you can go ahead. I don't mind a bit." Davien wasn't really worried about being blunt, even with a stranger he was trying to seduce; so the statement that left his lips without permission didn't bug him or make him worry about it. Davien turned to look back at the dogs, not wanting to stare at the boy and make the matter of him being shy worse.

Davien noticed his gloves, and silently thanked the god of getting laid (he would have to check up on some mythology to see if there was such a thing), that Caleb had them on. "Ceux-là sont vraiment les gants de mauvais-âne." Davien said, his accent prohibiting him from having a great French one, but it was better then last time and his pronunciation wasn't off as bad. "J'aime ce film." He finished, smiling gently and glancing from the boys hands back up to the boys face. He was hoping for an eye connection this time; just something that told Davien he wasn't scared. If the boy ended up being scared, Da would have to find a way to get him to warm up. That was when he noticed he didn't have a jacket on. The boy must be freezing! Davien thought, but not at all worried. Like I said earlier, he had a hoodie in his car. If the boy was cold, Davien would go get it for him. It was always best to give some sort of clothing article to someone to get them to like you.

"Are you cold?" Davien asked. He didn't even realize that he had ditched the French.

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Word Count: 744.
Tagged: Calebcakes! <3
Outfit: One cleverly placed belt
Inspiration(akamusic): This Girl Is A Straight-Up Hustler - All Time Low
Credits: The layout, goes to me. The lyrics; go to Gym Class Heroes.
Translation: "Ceux-là sont vraiment les gants de mauvais-âne. -- Those are really bad-ass gloves. (Actually, it is "Those are really gloves of bad donkey", but the translation above is what it is supposed to say XDD)
J'aime ce film. -- I loved that movie. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] [/size]

you were fake, i was great--nothing personal

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