Post by Rhaen Beckett on Aug 17, 2010 14:03:16 GMT -5
RHAEN LUCAS BECKETT
I could be described as a post-punk renewer. With piercingly dark brown eyes and a loaded smile, I'm often immediately the first person people would notice. I always wear the black liner around my eyes, yes, that's just the thing. And when necessary, I'll add a touch more makeup to the canvas. Hair? Oh, it's fantastic. Black, spiked, and with blue and green highlights thrown in every now and again. At 6 foot tall, I tend to be the tall one, and my physical structure would be to die for. I've got the abs, the muscles, and the face. And then there's the dress code. The wardrobe consists of black, black, and more black. I wear a lot of black leather, tank tops, and dark washed jeans. I dig the leather, but also go for the the studs on belts, jackets, and bracelets.
My past? Oh yes.
One rainy February morning, in London, England, was born a baby boy. His parents named him Rhaen, and they loved him dearly. That was, until three years later, they were brutally murdered by a serial killer. Thank God that killer hadn't noticed the baby boy, or I, Rhaen Beckett, wouldn't even exist.
When the police arrived, I was taken to the station, and they tried so hard to find any of my living relatives. Unfortunately, they found none.
I was adopted by an old woman named Sonia Longstride, and moved to Middlesborough, where I was raised kindly and gently. Sonia was so good to me. She gave me all that I needed, and even somethings I didn't, and I lived out my younger years as a spoiled child. It was then that I picked up guitar, which I thrived on, and Sonia enjoyed thoroughly. She enrolled me in a music school when I turned fourteen, and the teachers immediately noticed my talent. I was a classy student, and until now, I'd never really had to show my arguably twisted sexuality.
But then, I met Drake. The boy changed my life. He stole my heart and when I finally admitted my secret, Sonia turned away, shamed. It hurt mr, and though
I wanted to go on and live out my years with Drake, I knew it would never work and I would have to leave Middlesborough. Leaving a note for Sonia, promising a return, I picked up my pride and moved back to London.
It was there that I met Amanda, a girl who was clearly in love with me, though I had no love intrest in girls at all. She tried so hard to win me over and change me, but I never listened. She stalked me, followed mr until I was fed up. So I called my true love to come back to London with me, Drake. And Drake answered the calling. We two were once again inseperable, back together at last, and happy as we could ever be. Amanda could only watch from a distance and cry herself to sleep at night. She could never have the boy she wanted, because.... it wasn't her destiny. And so she plotted her revenge.
The night of April fifteenth dawned upon the sleeping city of London. Amanda had followed me into my apartment, revolver in hand. In the middle of the night, I awoke to a slight sound. And at the foot of his bed was the one thing I feared most.
The bullet pierced my heart, and I knew the Rhaen I had known was dead. That was the price I paid for being gay...
But the next morning I awoke in a hospital, to find myself alive and well. There was only one thing to do, because Amanda had to pay. I wore black as it were, and so it only seemed fitting that I joined the Parade and swore my soul to death itself.**********************
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