Post by geminigorgon on Dec 6, 2012 23:47:16 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;]DAVID LIAM IPPERSIEL
CITIZEN. GEMINIGORGON. GASPARD ULLIEL. JOURNALIST. 30. QUIET. SURLY. WITHDRAWN.
| [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://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a131/Silveron_Apparition/Avatars%20and%20Icons/DavidIppersielAvatar130x200.png);][/style] | [style=height: 180px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px;]Cool and aloof, David tends to give people the cold shoulder but has a heart, somewhere down in the depths. He used to be a cheerful, carefree kind of guy, but certain events from his past have made him shut down and grow a hefty shell to protect himself. He has a silly, nerdy side somewhere under all the protective snark and has been known to angst a bit, but a true friend (a rare commodity these days, it seems) could probably unearth his buried cheer and the right woman might even get a taste of his former romantic flair. Not that he believes in that kind of true love tripe, of course. David's youth is not to be mentioned here as it does not matter in the grand scheme of things. It was an average childhood filled with happiness and disappointments, joy and sorrow. He was nothing out of the ordinary as a kid and as such there is not much to say. He was one of few nerds to achieve that nirvana between utter nerd-dom and the shallow airheadedness of the truly “cool.” After graduation he went to college for a total of four years, meeting there the woman he wanted to spend his life with, one Crystal Isaacs. She was going to school to become a social-services worker and, after she graduated, they were married. However, that peace was cut abruptly short on the eve of their fourth anniversary. When David was 25 years old, he got behind the wheel of their car with Crystal in the passenger seat, headed home from a romantic dinner. Unfortunately, as it was a cold winter night and the roads covered with ice, he lost control. When emergency services arrived on scene, they found the car wrapped around a tree and two victims of a large slick of black ice in critical condition. David survived with many injuries; Crystal passed away at 3am that morning. Nothing mattered to David in the shadow of her death, particularly when evidence surfaced that the car's breaks had been cut. There was speculation that he had been mistaken for an Irish mob operative, but it was never proven, one way or the other. He drew in on himself, isolating himself from others to protect himself from further damage, emotional or physical, and continued on with his career as a journalist alone. |
