Post by benjamin locke armentrout on Jul 30, 2010 19:16:18 GMT -7
BENJAMINLOCKEARMENTROUT
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"i'm all lies. there's no fucking substance to me."[/color][/size][/center]
nicknames : ben, benny, locke
age : seventeen
birthday : may fifth, nineteen ninety three.
orientation : bisexual.
group : level two.
illness : compulsive lying, masochistic tendencies, violent outbursts, adhd.
canon or original? : original [/font][/size][/ul][/ul]
weight : one hundred thirty pounds
body : unnaturally slender, with very slight muscle.
eyes : very wide almond shaped brown eyes.
hair : ebony black, very wild and messy.
distinguishing features : tattoo of a group of brightly colored stars on his left forearm.
fashion sense : posh scene kid.
play-by : paul griffiths[/size][/font][/ul][/ul]
dislikes : doctors , not being able to feel pain , dogs , peanut butter , truths , not being able to sleep in , morning , cigarette smoke , apples , not being able to talk , silent places , homophobic people , people who won't listen to him .
strengths : very charismatic , friendly , a great listener , open minded , hyperactive .
weaknesses : very absentminded , lies , no self control , accents , eskimo kisses .
habits : tugs at his hair , scratches his wrist to the point of bleeding when nervous , taps on any surface when bored , licks his lips a lot , sings to himself , breathes on reflective surfaces then doodles on them , quite often traces his collarbone .
fears : needles , snakes , being left alone , his younger brother dying , his father , hospitals , dolls .
secrets : wishes he had the chance to kill his father , he watched his ex die , was anorexic for the longest time just so he could see his own bones , has his death planned out .
personality : benjamin is a complicated kid. he's a compulsive liar, so everything he says could be made up. he likes talking a lot, which makes it all the more worse because he runs his mouth. benjamin has an insane amount of energy, due to his inability to sit still for longer than five seconds. his adhd kicks in frequently and it takes a lot of effort on his part to keep his attention. which is why he's so talkative. he can't stay on one subject longer than five seconds or so. he's extremely loyal, despite the fact he lies constantly.
benjamin is a very fragile kid once you get past the adhd and lying. he's masochistic and loves pain. he has resorted to self harm at times to get his fix of pain quite often. he usually makes sure he can't hurt himself when he's around others, but sometimes his resolve wanes and he ends up snapping a rubber band against his wrist until it's red, or he scratches his wrists until they bleed.
he's also extremely pessimistic when he's alone and if you do catch him off guard, you can see him putting himself down frequently with insults. because he is a compulsive liar, he frequently can be seen with multiple personalities to get close to people and manipulate them to do whatever he wants. he doesn't mean to be manipulative, he just doesn't know how to communicate his feelings. perhaps it was due to his father's teachings that are still ingrained into his mind today. [/font][/size][/ul][/ul]
father : regis armentrout, 50, attorney (jailed)
siblings : aiden armentrout, 2, younger brother.
other : mira mc carthy, 100, great great grandmother.
birthplace : essex, england
significant other : adam. ex boyfriend, dead.
pets : tortoise, chartreuse.
overall : busy lawyer stops in a town in england, gets drunk, finds a chick to impress, gets her into the sack and bam. benjamin was conceived. he wasn't planned, or wanted at all. his father, regis wasn't the person you needed to piss off. he could easily beat you to a pulp and take all your money too. the little accident that was benjamin lead to regis marrying annabel. sweet little annabel. the couple lived somewhat happily in their florist slash apartment in downtown essex.
they were happy until benjamin was constantly in trouble with everyone about his lying. his father was furious and this led to the frequent 'punishment sessions' that benjamin was subjected to. he wasn't allowed to tell anyone and so, the lying was worse. pretty soon everything benjamin said was pretty much a lie. benjamin was ten when everything continued to go downhill. the beatings were worse and his lying was even more horrible. his mother was oblivious to it all, she only noticed benjamin liked making up stories and his attention span wasn't all too great.
she took him to a doctor who diagnosed him with adhd. this shocked his mother and pissed off his father even more. this led to more beatings and the development of benjamin's masochistic tendencies. he would frequently get into trouble, just so his father would beat him until he was black and blue. the whole thing pretty much cycled until benjamin turned fifteen. this continued on until one day his father went too far. the beating was the same, but benjamin's father added something he wasn't expecting. the attorney pushed his son down the stairs connecting their apartment to the florist shop.
benjamin's mother was terrified her baby was terribly hurt. they rushed him to the hospital, his father stone cold and quiet, his mother in sobs and tears. when asked what happened, benjamin easily and happily replied he fell down the stairs. his father's cold facade cracked, and the doctor asked his parents what happened. his mother didn't know, but his father was upstairs at the time of the fall. benjamin continued to say he fell, his father stammered and stuttered until everything poured out. benjamin's father was incarcerated and his mother packed him up to live with her grandmother.
benjamin's mother eventually found another man to support her and soon she was pregnant again. benjamin was somewhat upset, which started his violent outbursts. he couldn't help it, but every time she mentioned the baby he would break something, or scream and rant at her. it was even more worse with aiden was born. it lasted two years before benjamin's frightened mother looked everywhere for a place for her son to be put into. the local asylums didn't want some kid like benjamin, thus his mother placed her faith in the states. she found her savior in brackken-lane sanatorium. they packed their son's belongings and sent him on his way to the asylum.[/font][/size][/ul][/ul]
age : fifteen.
experience : six/seven years.
other characters : zane! C:
contacts : pm.
anything else? : i have a slight affliction for foreign pbs.
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"Oh, what a mistake to talk you down like that and I'm sorry."
Anyway, he usually would've been at the school, in a classroom somewhere. But for once Locke decided that being a delinquent was a perfect way to relax and start his weekend early. He probably would've gotten into a lot of trouble if they found out, but that was what forged and faked notes did. He just had to make sure no one else from the school found him out. That would've been bad. Frowning lightly at the stray thought Locke made sure that there wasn't anyone else around or near him on the small stretch of boardwalk he occupied.
Digging in his pockets, he pulled out his small bag of meth and easily lit another joint-disguised-as-a-cigarette and put it to his coral colored lips. His excitement was obvious. He was leaning against the railing of the old boardwalk with almost all of his weight. To anyone else Locke seemed a bit... wasted. The guess was sort of right. He was sort of wasted. Wasted on all the methamphetamine he was indulging in. At that rate of his smoking Locke would probably be out of his fix maybe tomorrow. Damn. That meant he had to go scrounge around for some money and find someone with good contacts..
Dazedly glancing down at the water below Locke found himself smiling lazily. The faraway reflection from the water mimicked the other's actions immediately. A mumble of happiness left his lips, and the boy's reflection far below mimed his action. Locke sighed before straightening up and digging for his wallet. Well. He was at the boardwalk for the start of his weekend. Might as well indulge in a little fun, right?
Shrugging his hoodie on his shoulders higher Locke glanced around with obvious confusion. He hadn't been to a boardwalk before. Hell, he hadn't even been to a proper circus! Scowling at the thought he looked around and sighed. Locke had no clue what to do now. He had a shit ton of meth in his system and he felt like he could be up for weeks and do anything.
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[/font] [/center][/color][/quote]tag` no onee.
words` #541
lyrics` saco boys have no class, sparks the rescue
muse` she likes (bittersweet love), forever the sickest kids
extras` dude. locke's the easiest to write for. wtfff.
