JONES, Harlot Adrian [ddddonnneee]]]

[harlot jones]

you need something they can't give you...
you need me, oh so bad...
they'll laugh and laugh...
but if you really care...

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NAME;; HARLOT ADRIAN JONES
AGE;; 18
GRADE;; TWELVTH. AKA SENIOR
APPEARANCE;; Harlot is a very...unique and distinctive look, varying on his styles, though you can tell its him at all times. His hair is skater boy style, mainly to the left, black with long, thick streaks of white, and his eyes, though appear blue, are usually green-blue. Hes skinny and extremely strong. He weighs about 140 and he stands at 6'7''. Always being the different one, he usually wears a streak across his right eye [see first picture]. His attractive looks make him perfect for cut neck white shirts and TIGHT leather pants!
PERSONALITY;; While many call him cocky, hes not really the type to talk to girls like they are nothing. He has respect for females and is anything but sexist. While his appearances usually get him the people around him, he usually would prefer to be alone. Harlot isn't really the humble type, and usually will tell you where you're messing up, if you are. His mind is set one way and no one can change it. He has a smart mouth and a short temper, not a good combination. Harlot is a very non emotional guy, around people, that is, but by himself hes a very sad, depressed person. Probably the only male you'll see in this town that doesn't like women, but the one doesn't. He tries to stay away from women, though he likes the younger femmes if anyone. Once you have his heart, though, its yours. Harlot is not a forgiving person, and is very non sociable. Every school has an outsider, the one who doesn't fit in, and he's that outsider.
HISTORY;; Not anything really big about his life, he knows of no family and really no Friends. He grew up within the confides of a church, where the nuns took care of him well, though he wanted not. He tried running away, but one would always find him, which bothered him more than anything. Finally, though, after burning Aunt Cristine's House of The south down, it did the trick, and by 12, he was on his own. Meandering to this small town, he faked being 18 and got a lottery ticket. Wining it big, he got 10000000 and has a large apartment and his money stashed somewhere. He only knows.

Just his sad stature makes you appealed to him, but theres something else, something more. Fog lapses around you, nearly pulling you to him. As if in a fairytale, he looks to wards you, and with a smile lighting up his gentle, though stern features, your body waits for a response, and you move. Suddenly, the thought that you want him hits you, battering your fragile bodice. Breath seems scarce in your desolate bodice. Upon reaching him, though, the sun arrives from behind the laced clouds. Tears suddenly trickle from your bloodshot eyes. He stands and takes you, you fall into his arms and weep. You here one velvety word fall from his lips. 'Shhh...'

oye...i dun get it - LAINA BOWEN

[dmitri baranowski]

Accepted!