Post by adrian on Dec 4, 2012 21:55:24 GMT -5
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[style=width:350px; font-family: josefin sans; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align:center; color: #000; line-height: 80%; text-transform: uppercase; padding-bottom: 5px;]ADRIAN NOAH MCALLISTER
CRIMINAL. 19. GETAWAY DRIVER/BARTENDER. LICENTIOUS. IMMATURE. HARDENED. PROVOCATIVE.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,386,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width:130px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/lemonice5/1-1-1.jpg);][/style] | [style=height: 180px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px;]"I’ve had a pretty shit home life. Yeah, I know, lots of people have, but I don’t really care about their stories. If you asked me now, I’d say I was raised by my dad. Truth is, my mom is something of a disgrace in our family because of what she did, so I don’t feel obligated to mention that she also helped out until I was about 12. She was a class act; before Dad found out about her affair, they seemed so in love. But I guess she just had to have some on the side. Their divorce was ugly, but only because my dad obliterated my mother’s sorry excuse for a lawyer. My dad is a lawyer, civil court and everything. She really didn’t stand a chance. Afterwards, although I lived with Dad, he didn’t really live with me. He spent all of his time at work, avoiding me whenever he had the choice. I can’t really blame him; I turned into a child from hell. It’s the classic story of child of divorced parents goes totally batshit crazy. Ok, no, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. Don’t tell anyone this, but I blamed myself almost entirely. And let’s not even bring up the crazy abandonment issues I received, compliments of my loving mother. Sighs. Honestly? She was my best friend; I was a total mommy’s boy. What she did to my father, she paid me double. However much she hurt me, she did teach me something: you can’t trust women. And I don’t. I don’t trust anyone, really. Why bother? It takes a lot to get on my good side and the snap of the wrong twig to get on my bad side. I know people, ok? Throughout the last 7 years, I’ve taken the time to observe people, and I’ve discovered that they’re pretty shitty. Not all of them, but most. Despite my trust issues, you might say I’m a people person. I like to be the center of attention, and things can get pretty…chuckles fun around me. And I do love me a pretty woman. Disclaimer: that is the biggest understatement of the year.” Adrian’s past has had its up and downs. For one, his mom had an affair when he was 12, sending him on a downward spiral. His father’s absentee behavior didn’t help. He picked up a habitual use of weed, which he quits on and off. Adrian’s favorite vice is the female sex, or, sex. He’s learned to be smooth and licentious, and can be quite the predator of a pretty lady. Adrian does have some good traits, as well: he’s honest, for the most part, he’s faithful, and somewhere deep down he desperately craves a loving relationship. At 19, I wouldn't be so sure he’s ready for that, though. Currently, Adrian's become the driver for the Irish Mafia. He's no longer in contact with his dad, seeing as he was kicked out the day he turned 18, having already gained a rap sheet as a juvenile for minor things. Adrian resides in downtown Boston, works as a bartender in a sleazy bar, and does jobs for the Irish Mafia. Although not entirely new to them (his father is one of their favorite go-to legal guys for civil cases) Adrian isn't perfectly situated in the mafia yet, although he hopes to be. |
