Post by `alex kasabian on Apr 26, 2009 18:48:20 GMT -6
TALE AS OLD AS TIME;
[/i][/size]Alexander Cassim Kasabian[/center]
BIBBIDI-BOBBIDI-BOO;
[/i][/size][/center]- HELLO, MY NAME IS alexander cassim kasabian.
- BUT YOU CAN CALL ME alex or al.
- I'M twenty YEARS OLD,
- MEANING I'M A junior.
- I'M A male,
- WHO'S INTERESTED IN females.
- I'M MAJORING IN drawing.
- SOMETIMES, I'M TOLD I RESEMBLE aladdin.
GOD HELP THE OUTCASTS;
[/i][/size][/center]- MY POSITIVE TRAITS ARE generous, brave, curious, intelligent, forthright, creative, inventive, kind, independent.
- MY NEGATIVE TRAITS ARE insecure, sarcastic, stubborn, selfish, rude, crude, dishonest, flippant, flirtatious.
- I LIKE drawing, the outdoors, heat, sand, adventure movies, animals, simplicity, juggling, charcoals, summer.
- I DISLIKE winter, being stuck inside, cold, rain, getting wet, chick flicks, sitting in a desk, snow, cats, quiet.
- MY GREATEST GOAL IN LIFE IS to become the greatest man in the world.
- MY GREATEST FEAR IN LIFE IS sinking into obscurity.
I WANNA BE LIKE YOU;
[/i][/size][/center]- I HAVE dark brown HAIR.
- I HAVE green EYES.
- I WEIGH one hundred seventy-three POUNDS.
- I STAND six foot two HIGH.
REFLECTION;
[/i][/size][/center]- OKAY, SO HERE'S HOW MY HISTORY GOES: Al's life didn't exactly start off to great. He was born to an abusive father who speacialized in drinking, fighting, and running off with other women. His mother put up with it because, like most women, she didn't think she had much of a choice. However, times were rough, and they didn't exactly get much better with Cassim, Alex's father, got killed in a mugging in a dark alley late at night. His mother, Sandra, struggled to keep things up, but they soon had to move from horrible house to even worse apartment in a neighborhood so bad drug addicts and thieves abounded. It took hardly any time at all before the young Al got caught up in both the gang and theft activity. Soon he was picking pockets, stealing tv's, and ending up in the police station at least twice a month. Then tradgedy struck, as if life wasn't bad enough. Sandra died of a horrible disease that wracked her body to shivers and pain. Al was, apparently, all on his own, or so he thought.
Like some sort of magic genie his eccentric long-last great-uncle Jean showed up like some sort of magic wish. Admittedly, he was extremely odd, but hey, he had a huge house, lots of money, and tons of scruples. In a matter of a year Al was broken of his thieving and troublesome ways and was never seen on the streets again, though they made a huge impression on him. During the two years he lived at his great-uncles he honed the drawing talent he had discovered as a young child. As soon as Jean discovered a few of my drawings, however, he sent me away to Wonderland Academy with admonishements that I should have told him sooner. Every summer Al would go back to visit him, marveling at the strange pets he would acquire. Last year, the old man died, leaving Al with tons of money that fit him oddly and two very eccentric pets: Abu, a raccoon; and a parrot name Iago.
SOMEWHERE OUT THERE;
[/i][/size][/center]- THIS IS HOW MY SCHEDULE GOES;
- SEMESTER ONE-
PERIOD ONE; theatre/acting
PERIOD TWO; junior english
PERIOD THREE; advanced drawing
PERIOD FOUR; junior math - SEMESTER TWO-
PERIOD ONE; junior pe/health
PERIOD TWO; junior science
PERIOD THREE; painting
PERIOD FOUR; junior social studies
PART OF YOUR WORLD;
[/i][/size][/center]- MY REAL NAME/ALIAS IS casey.
- I'M REALLY fifteen YEARS OLD.
- I'VE BEEN RPING FOR almost three years.
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