Post by Valentine Marius Asclepius on Apr 21, 2010 4:44:03 GMT -5
VALENTINE MARIUS ASCLEPIUS
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I CAN’T HIDE THE MONSTER ANYMORE
ONE CAN, ONLY FEEL DESOLATE FOR SO LONG
ONE CAN, ONLY FEEL DESOLATE FOR SO LONG
FULL NAME: Valentine Marius Asclepius
NICKNAMES: Marius.
AGE: Twenty-seven.
SEXUALITY: Homosexual.
MEMBER GROUP: Citizen
OCCUPATION: Male nurse
ONE STARTS TO CHANGE INTO
SOMETHING THE MIRROR DOESN’T RECOGNIZE
SOMETHING THE MIRROR DOESN’T RECOGNIZE
HAIR: His hair is blondish brown, but it has this reddish shade over it. It isn’t short but it also isn’t long. It kind of has this wave in it. It doesn’t exactly curls, but straight is something else. He mostly looks like he just comes right out of bed. That is the look he mostly goes for, the all famous ‘out-of-bed-look’.
EYES: Blueish gray
HEIGHT: 6′1″ (185cm)
SCARS: there is one on his arm.
TATTOOS: None.
PIERCINGS: He has the ampallang, which is a male genital piercing that penetrates horizontally through the entire glans of the penis.
PLAY BY: Robert Pattinson.
THE DARKNESS HAS BEEN BIDING ITS TIME
TO CLAIM ITS LATEST VICTIM, FRESH MEAT FOR CARNAL DESIRES
TO CLAIM ITS LATEST VICTIM, FRESH MEAT FOR CARNAL DESIRES
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
FEARS:
SECRETS:
PERSONALITY:
» Hard to read Valentine is the kind of person who fears those who know what he is feeling. Maybe that is because he knows, as a nurse, a lot about the patients he threats. If they are going to die, but they don’t know this yet, he makes sure he doesn’t show this either. It isn’t his job. This ability to shield his true face has become something he uses in his daily life as well. There are some friends who just aren’t friendly and use you against your will. There is nothing you can do about it, you are twisted in a certain circle. He doesn’t want to be in one, therefore he has this wall. Only true friends are able to break through. If they do, they will know everything about him. He will tell them everything, but if they didn’t. Then the chances are high he will share nothing at all.
» Friendly He may be hard to read, but he is friendly. Even when people are arguing with him, when they want to fight, when they are rejecting him. He will never lose his cool or be disrespectful. He will be like a gentleman, respectful and polite. Now it may seem as if he is the perfect guy, but he isn’t flawless in this. He may not show it, but that doesn’t mean he likes it all. He will vent it one way or another, but he will try to do it not at once. Of course, when you push the right buttons he will set off into fire. He can’t help it, but be like this. He was raised to nod and be thankful even when the answer to your request was no. It was in someone showing you had good manner. Valentine had to learn that this wasn’t the way of making a living. He wasn’t staying in the rich embrace of his father. He wanted to make a life for his own. That is why he had to learn to tell people to fuck off.
» Stubborn Valentine is stubborn in a way that irritates most people. He has to do his say, sometimes when he is right people take this as if he thinks there are stupid or something. It all has to do with the tone in his voice. Don’t tell him what to do, because he won’t. This habit shows only among friend, at work he has to do what the doctor tells him to do. He doesn’t want to kill a patient because he thought he knew it better. He knows his place. When with friends, he eyes everyone equal, so his opinion does count, as much as those of others. When he isn’t heard he will simply leave and ignore them. They are not considered as friends. They can literary go fuck themselves. Valentine isn’t always the nicest person. Especially when he knows he is right.
» can’t say ‘no’ He has a hard time saying no. It sounds weird, but he really needs to learn to say no. It is an easy thing for friends to let him do their work. He has the urge to help people around him, and if he can help why shouldn’t he? They take advantage of him though. That is something he doesn’t like. It makes him feel lesser than a human. Maybe like a dog who goes and gets the newspaper for his boss. Helping out others is a good habit of his, but the thing is, that sometimes he has to help himself first. He has to learn that he has to choose for himself some more. But as it shows, he is a hard learner. He has to find it out on the hard way. He is formed like this. Maybe it was already in his genes when he was born, but he has learned this from his mother. It protected her from her husband. Valentine’s father. Who slammed his fist into her perfect round face every time she disobeyed.
» Perfectionist Everything has to be perfect. He will not stop before his house his clean and everything is as it should be. This treat is perfect as he is a nurse. Every wound he has to stitch looks perfect, every doctor is fond of him, only because he will make sure things will be smoothly and every wound is clean and sound. Of course he can’t heal people, but he can try to make their stay as nice and organized as possible. A hospital is like a factory everything has to be on time and as straight as rain. Else chaos will take over. He doesn’t like chaos, better he can’t handle it. Therefore everyone mostly relays on him. He can have a outburst if things are not going as schedule says. Don’t call this being a control freak. That is when you try to control they way of things. That is not what he wants. He wants things to go as perfect and good as possible. It may be close to one another, but it isn’t the same thing.
» Artistic He is very artistic or creative. His mind spills all kinds of weird and goofy idea’s which he loved to write down and work out. He loves to make photo’s and to make music. His voice is terrible though. He can sing a bit, but he rather doesn’t. He loved to play on the piano to guitar. It always took his mind of things. The troubles he had would slip of his mind when he played. His creativity not only showed through this. He had an eye for art as well. He loved to go to museums and takes a lot of inspiration out of the art they show there. He will try to solves any problem that he comes by. Though his solutions to those problems may be weird and out of the ordinary. His view to any problem is that there is no problem which he can’t solve, however don’t ask him for world peace, okay!
» Protective over He is gay, and being gay had been a problem for some, so he really care for those who call themselves his friend. He will go through fire for them. He will take a bullet for those he loves. He is very protective over them. This goes beyond normal. When a friend is in trouble he will do everything to solve this. He will rob steal beat or whatever to make sure the problems go away. He thank god have never killed someone, but if he has to do that he will. He is almost like the big daddy over his friends. While he sometimes needs a daddy of his own, someone who takes care of him. Maybe there are friends who will protect him against the dangers of the world but if he will let them is a question he can’t answer right now.
» Honest Val doesn’t like liars, but knows that the truth can be unbearable sometimes. So he lies so now and then, he calls it necessary, but really it is. He only does it during working hours. This, because he feels that he sometimes has to protect the patient or their families. They needed to stay strong, instead of moan about the outcome of some research which has been done. To his friends he is honest too, sometimes he is been told to be too honest. When you ask him what he thinks of clothing or a situation, he will just tell you what he thinks about it. He won’t color it any better for you than that he sees it. He doesn’t spare your feelings. Well, he doesn’t think he has to. Else he doesn’t see you as a friend. When you are not he will think about your feelings, just to let things go smoothly.
» Loyal His loyalty is something people had to deserve, but when they do, they earned it for a life time. There are rules though, for one, you will lose it when you backstab him, or cheat him in anyway way. He will try to chop your head off when you distrust him and lie to him, and we aren’t talking about a lie for the good will, no we are talking about a big lie. Not telling about your kids for example. Other than that he is very loyal, mostly to his friends, which is because he has no trust in his family. He sees them as close as family can get. He hopes they see him like that too, because he can’t live without any of them. [/ul] [/blockquote] [/size] [/blockquote]
TO BECOME WHAT I BECOME
I VIEWED THE SUN FOR THE VERY LAST TIME
I VIEWED THE SUN FOR THE VERY LAST TIME
MOTHER: Acanta Asclepius, 65, the founder of Contemporary Arts Center.
FATHER: Damon Asclepius, 70, owns a lot of real-estate, all over New Orleans.
SIBLINGS:--- --- Asclepius, 25, college boy.
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: none.
ORIGIN: New Orleans
HISTORY:
1 May 1983, 10:10 pm till 5 November 1997
A very important day this had been. After 20 hours of labor a beautiful boy was born. His parents named him Valentine. There was no real reason why they picked that name. Maybe it was because they fell in love with the boy. Val, as many would name him later on in his life, was baptized as Valentine Marius Asclepius. He was now a follower of Christianity. He hated it. Especially later on when he was around the age of six. His parents were rich, and thought they had to show the city what they should and shouldn’t do. As if they were that important. Val sometimes thought they saw themselves as if they were royals. Maybe this was true, but they had no blue blood at all. His toddle years were great, there was nothing wrong. His father pushed him to play the piano from time to time, which was something so nerve racking he wishes he had no hands. He had to play Mozart and stuff like that. There was no real swung to it. No real soul. Val was nine when he finally told his father he wanted to learn to play real music. He loved music, and he sound of the piano had never hurt him much. Though Mozart was over. It was time for a more jazzy kind of sound. His father disliked it. His frown was indescribable. There should have been made a photo of it. Just to show you, how his face looked. You would have laughed. Things had been pretty well, till 5 November 1997.
5 November 1997
Val had now the age of fourteen. His first love. Well, it had been a shock for the entire church when Val came in with his crush. He had told his mother he invited his crush, so they could all meet him. She didn’t caught the him part, so it seemed because she snapped to him that it was fine, and that he should hurry, they were late for school. That Sunday had been a very revealing day. Val wasn’t into girls; he knew that at the age of twelve, when he played doctor with a friend of his. Now he found someone who was like him, who had the same weirdness over him. They had snuggles and holding hands, even kissed. It was a big thing for Val, and it was even bigger for the father of the church. When Val and his friend came in there was this awkward silence. Valentine wasn’t sure why they acted like this, it wasn’t as if he was about to wed or something. Anyway he walked proudly, his fingers twisted with the boy next to him, who was more nervous about this and Val so it had seemed. The father asked what Val was doing. His voice echoed through the large room. Val had stopped, in the middle of the church. His eyes were on fire, it had been the tone the father had set to him. As if he was the devil, sick incurable. ”I am here with my boyfriend, father.” was what he had replied. His voice hadn’t trembled but his legs had. His mother was next to him the next second and before he knew it he was outside the church. There was a motherly arm around him, her voice had been low, but he could hear her tell him that she was going to cure him.
1 June 1999 till 20 September 1999
His mother had been pretty darn serious about curing him. After the incident he couldn’t see that boy. He wasn’t allowed to. Also, when he reached the age of sixteen he was sending to summer camp. That is what they had told him. The truth was that he was about to be cured. The church believe that the devil possessed him, so mother and father had given their son to the father for the entire summer, while they took the next plane to Italy to visit family. It had been horrible. You had to do what they said. Bath in holy water and shit like that. Val did it all, and made a lot of fun later at night. They all slept in a large room. There was no one who watched them, which was stupid, putting guys who were all gay in one room. There was an older guy; he was eighteen, which was pretty old for a camp like this. He told Val that he knew a game. A very funny one and he were sure he would like it. Val just agreed, he agreed to play strip poker. The one who was naked before the rest was would be used as toy. You have to know a thing or two about Val to see that this wasn’t a game for him. He lost and yes he had been used by the older boy. He had liked it, more than he wanted to admit, more because everyone watched. The next day someone had told the father about this game, and asked Val to come to his office. What happened in there isn’t really something he would love to thing back at, but then again I think you can picture this yourself right. An adult man from about 55 with a kid of 16. The Asclepius family has never entered the church after this camp. They loved their kid too much to not believe him. This to the dismay of the church, who now needed another resource for their funds.
23 September 2001 till now
He was a college freshman. There had been a huge argument about his study. He wanted t become a nurse. It had been his thing every since high school. He wasn’t going to give up his dream because his parents saw more in international business. Val told them they could parent his little brother, but not him. He had to follow his heart or die. He said it very dramatically with a knife against his wrist. He wasn’t going to cut himself, but he wanted to make a point out of it. It worked. He could go, but he had to do it all by himself. Well, as a rich kid that wasn’t hard. He only had to find a part time job, which he did at the hospital. This was perfect because now he had his way in, when he was ready to work as a nurse. When he finally finished his study in 2003 he could start as a nurse at the hospital. With the money he had saved he bought himself an apartment, which he could easily afford. It had been handy to have rich parents. However he had the strong urge to become independent. Which he is now. He makes his own money, maybe it isn’t a lot, but it is enough, to drive a car and fill his stomach. He can honestly say that his life has turned out for the best.
WILL YOU STILL HOLD ME
WHEN YOU SEE WHAT I HAVE DONE
WHEN YOU SEE WHAT I HAVE DONE
ALIAS: Judasey[/blockquote]
AGE: 20
EXPERIENCE: for about 2 years and six months or something….
SAMPLE:
He had to work. Normally there was nothing wrong with that. Honestly he liked the job. He met all day different kinds of people and he enjoyed serving them. Though, he didn’t like his job the night before his shift. His mind would prepare itself for it, so he would think about it all night. Not that it kept him from a good night sleep. He wasn’t that much of a worrier, but it did annoy him slightly, because he couldn’t set himself to do other stuff, then just crawl early under his sheets. He woke up before his phone started to make noise. He always set the alarm clock on his phone as he didn’t want wake up his roomy. He wasn’t that rude. He got out of bed, which took him like fifteen minutes. It usually didn’t take him that long, but he didn’t want to get up. A shower and some coffee would do the trick. He let the water stream over his naked body, just to wake up some more. He actually envied those who could wake up and be all preppy and bubble about it. He got dressed, not paying too much attention to what he wore. He didn’t really care about how he looked. That isn’t true, he does care about his looks, but that is only physically. That is why he works out so much. Clothing was a low priority on working days. He yawned as he stepped out, closing the door. He never liked it leave things open while the other one was still in bed. You could never tell what might happen.
Meeko was so glad with Percy as his best friend had so much fun together. The fact that Meeko had a crush on him was just awkward. Meeko would never act by it, though. There were rules set between them, and he couldn’t break them. It would cost their friendship which was too dear to Meeko. Percy had been there on all the important events that had taken place in his life. Not that there were so many important proceedings. Still, Percy was like family. Meeko stepped out on the street; he was just a couple of blocks removed from the Starbucks, the holy grail of coffee. He had always fancied the Starbucks. He once had been to Seattle where they have the original thing, were it all started. It seemed that they have the same coffee as anywhere else, but the ambiance was so different. It was more costumer friendly than the Starbucks where he worked now. There seemed to be no real distant between the costumer and those who helped you with your order. It was nice to see how they did it. Meeko had been told he was always friendly. Nonetheless, that his friendliness too away his focus on things, and that he ate too much food to look, as he did. The weather wasn’t nice anymore. However, Meeko did enjoy the drizzle that tickled on his skin. He didn’t wear a really coat or something, just because he knew it was only a few blocks away from home, and he could easily run it if the water would fall from the sky. He wasn’t scared to get ill or whatever. It was just a long sleeved shirt with a knitted vest, which embraced his muscular body. He didn’t like these, but he couldn’t help having one nonetheless.
He entered the shop, greeting everyone he knew and those he didn’t know the name off were greeted as well. He never let anyone out. The smile on his face, was his work smile. It was one that would be on his face while he helped costumers; it was genuine but different than when you would meet him outside the shop. That was probably because he held out more distance. He was told to do so. He had to obey the rules or else he would be sacked. He didn’t and couldn’t lose his job. Money didn’t grow on trees and therefore he had to make it himself. He could always ask Percy when he was in trouble, but he rather not. He didn’t want to use his friend like that. It felt wrong in a way he couldn’t explain very well. Percy had been there for him ever since they met during Meeko’s High School. How strange that may be, but that had been some years back now. The first day they met had been awkward. Percy wasn’t a junior anymore, he was already in college, but for Meeko being a junior was really important. It was a sunny day, very unlike this drizzly grey depress. Percy came to Meeko’s High School to talk about his study. It didn’t take Meeko long before his hormones told him that they went wild for this man. It had been Meeko who asked Percy out for a drink. Meeko was sure it was a date, but Percy just saw them as two men who were about to drink a beer together. It had been slightly disappointing, but the night had been special in a different way. It seemed to click between the two of them and now it was Percy who was his roommate. He could easily finish his study, but he was kind of lazy in a way.
He quickly changed and got back to stand behind the counter. He rolled up his sleeves so they wouldn’t get dirty, which was something he would fail at every time. While he started to take orders and make them, he chatted in a cheerful way with the costumers and his co-workers. He loved to chat while he worked even though he knew he shouldn’t get to close. IT just to speed up the time. The nice smell of coffee entered his nostrils as he made his first cup of cappuccino. It was getting crowded soon, so the chatting he liked so much had to stop. When it got busy around the shop most of his co-workers had to focus. Else they would mix up all the orders. Not that they were stupid or something like that. Their minds were just cluttered with all the thoughts they had to save and delete. Meeko was just like them. Though, he was even sooner distracted when someone asked for a muffin or something eatable. He loved food. That was the one thing he craved more than sex. ”One cappuccino!” He said loudly. He hoped that the person who ordered it would take it from the counter. It wasn’t that someone told him he had to bring it, it wasn’t set on the recite . He held on to the cup, because he knew he would spill it if he let go of it.
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