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Post by Justin Alexander Flyte on Sept 3, 2012 14:37:10 GMT -5
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justin alexander flyte
NAME: Justin Alexander Flyte
ALIAS: Flyte, Jussin
AGE: Nineteen
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Straight
MEMBER GROUP Citizen
OCCUPATION: High School drop-out, Waiter
*Personality
There was once a time when Justin Flyte was a name in which never ceased to inspire a smile; a name that, whenever recognized, would bring about a round soft laughter, a flurry of reckless memories. Justin Flyte was a wild child in each and every aspect of the world, one who's life revolved around achieving bliss and contentedness, and one who's easy-going demeanor was, truly, contagious. If asked about, only good things could be said, about how he bested the odds of his lifestyle, and how he was never seen wearing a frown. Justin Alexander Flyte was a name that, with it, came joy.
But, a lot can happen in two years.
Today, the name is hardly adorned so proudly; where once sat a jovial, happy individual now sits one whom's mind is shrouded with guilt and heartache, disguised in the form of a small smile that is bluntly lacking in sincerity. Justin, the young man that used to pride himself in his carefree lifestyle, has turned into a duller, somewhat tarnished version of his previous self. He seems content, pretends to be content, even, but he very rarely feels the emotion sweep through him and into his inner core, as it use to with such effortlessness. He's been sucked into the merciless world of depression, and despite the fact he denies it even to himself, it's blatantly obvious to those close to him that he's become a ghost of what once-was, looming on the past as though he will be able to change it.
Now, Justin hasn't lost his spark, per say, but instead simply misplaced it; the disappearance of a loved one can do that, to a person. He longs to be happy, desires to be happy, however the man can hardly allow himself such a pleasure, when she is no longer with him in order to experience it. He feels undeserving, and though a part of him longs to know what happened to the girl he cared so deeply for, indecision always dominates all questions. Was she taken against her wishes, or did she leave of her own free will? It is inquisitions such as these that plague him when Justin is in the midst of boredom, be it staring at his ceiling during the hours of night, or cleaning tables on a dismal afternoon.
Now, though he does linger on the event that changed him so gravely, the man has attempted to forgive and forget, forgiving himself for letting her disappear, and attempting to forget the pain, the brutal fear of not knowing. Sometimes, his little playful attitude returns, however, it's generally short-lived, and often missing warmth.
*Appearance
Hair: Brown, somewhat shorter on the sides, front is often flipped Eyes: A soft, pale blue Build: 5'11, approx. 170lbs, athletically built, well-muscled Style: Modern, but casual; slim jeans with a fitted T does him well Scars/Piercings/Tattoos: -- Anything else?: -- Face Claim: Zac Efron, mofos
*History
History should be listed here! This is pretty free reign as long as you give what happened in your character's life. It should be three paragraphs and 400 words at least!
Well hey there, the name's Grey and I've been wandering around for a long while but I was directed here by My Walrus Lover. I'm around Pacificorsomething and I like to eat cheese. Let me show what I can do...
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