Dai Evrik Cadwallader

[daicadwallader]

Dai Evrik Cadwallader

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ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACE, WORN OUT PLACES, WORN OUT FACES

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BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
Dai Evrik Cadwallader
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
No.
WHERE IS BIRTH PLACE?
Black Mountains, Wales, UK
THAT MAKES YOUR NATIONALITY...
Welsh
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE
January 12
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
16
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
Atheist
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
Homosexual
WHAT CRIME SENT YOU HERE?
Murder
HOW LONG IS YOUR SENTENCE?
Four Years
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
Patrick Wolf

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES, NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION.
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WHAT DO YOU ENJOY?
~Panflutes
~Spearmint
~Cilantro
~Owls
~Boys, men
~Green
~Mountains
~Indoors
~Nighttime
WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
~Extremely bright lights
~Rain
~Girls/women
~Bugs
~Warmth, heat
~Pink, purple, orange
~Cinnimon
~Chocolate
~6 A.M.
WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?
~Bugs, especially worms and caterpillars
~Knives
~Guns
~Hello Kitty
~Spongebob
~Drowning
WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE?
"I would like to become concert violinist and tour many nations to play music of the glorious Bach, the composer to whom I look up. He was only leetle boy when he began composing."
WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?
"I killed a woman dead. She had only twenty-four years of her life lived so far, and now she no longer lives, but I don't want her to be dead. Also, I sometimes stutter, because I am sometimes much nervous, because I am bad person who killed someone and has blood on hands. I also have very short temper."
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?
"I like muchly for someone to care about me and show it. I like people to sing to me and dance with me, and hug me, but not too tight so that I can't breathe. I like gentle kisses. I like people who are, how you say, tall dark and handsome, I guess."
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?
"I don not like the consuming kisses. My face is part of me not supposed to be all slobbered upon. The "french" kissing is muchly gross. I do not like to be laughed at, and to be talked about, even kindly, too much to other people. It makes me nervous."
WHAT IS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
"I was swimming with my brother, my twin, in the lake. He held me and I held him and we relaxed because no one was there to judge us or call us perverse. We just swam and swam for hours and hours. The suns beams down on us were so warm, it was like the sky was reaching out to embrace us and we had no worries or fears. We held hands and danced, dripping wet in our jean, on the shore and while wading, we fell down and went under the water, but he pulled me up so I did not mind. We loved each other much and he is dead. I miss him greatly."
WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
"My worst memory, without a doubt or question, is the day my twin died. It was so rainy and scary outside. We were going to go fishing, but I caught a cold, so I told him to go without me. It started to get dark and my mother, she asked me, 'Where is Cadoc?'
'Down at the river,' I told her and explianed our fishing plans.
Cadoc didn't come home that night.
The next morning we went out to look for him with a search party and I was the one who found him. He was lying on the beach, so cold and wet and not moving. His eyes were wide open and blank and his mouth was open and his tongue was bluish purplish and his skin was all marbled looking with purple and blue lines that were so little. My mama, she came to me and said to me, 'You should have gone with him!' She said, 'He died because he was alone. You should have been here.'"
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!

“I am short and fair and sometimes, like right now, blonde, but I change my hair color with much frequency. My hair originally was blonde and I have dark eyes and I had an identical twin. I sometimes talk in circles because I am new to English. My mama taught me to speak Cymraeg, which is a type of Welsh and is not Welsh English, though Welsh and English are both spoken in my homeland. I was homeschooled and not taught English with much enthusiasm. The person I most loved ever was my twin brother, Cadoc, who is dead by water for almost one year now. I am scared of the water, because when I see my reflection in it I sometimes think it is my brother staring back at me angrily for not being there to help him to live. Bugs are icky. They make me squirm. I do not like chocolate or peppermint, but I like spearmint. Cilantro is my favorite spice in the whole world. I am a vegetarian because the idea of eating blood makes me feel bad to my stomach and flesh is not food. I do like milk a lot, but milk is not an animal and is not flesh or bloody, but I am not vegan is what I mean to say. I do not like pink or purple or orange because they remind me of Hello Kitty or SpongeBob and both of those scare me and I do not know why. My mama taught me always to respect womankind, especially her, because, she said, they are the neck and turn the head, which is the man, wherever they want it to go. Women scare me, because they are so strong and good at glaring and yelling and crying. Crying makes me feel bad, even if I was not the one who made the crying start. I do not like to be yelled at. I am okay with being hit, but never yelled at. I am good at listening and not so much at talking because I do not like to talk much. I do not like to talk much because I do not have much to say. If I have something to say, I say it, but a lot of the time I begin to regret saying it before I finish speaking. I think maybe I spend too much time isolating myself since my brother's demise. People who have gotten to know me tell me that I surprise them often by saying things they do not expect, kind of like I surprised my mother and the preacher at the church. ”

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THE DREAMS IN WHICH IM DYING ARE THE BEST I HAVE EVER HAD.
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WHO IS YOUR MOTHER? HOW OLD IS SHE? WHAT DOES SHE DO?
Alys Bronwen Cadwallader, 36, housewife.
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
Bran Cefin Cadwallader, died at age 37 when Alys was 23, was a carpenter.
DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS?
Cadoc Brin Cadwallader, twin brother, dead.
DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?No.
ANY OTHER RELATIVES I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?
No.
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST!“I was born a twin with Cadoc. My mother raised us because my father died when we were very little, and I do not remember him except his cologne smelled like cinnamon and leather. I do not remember the day he died, but I know it happened at work. He fell down on some of his equipment and crushed his arm and bled to death because no one was there to help him.
My mother raised me and my brother to speak Welsh at all times unless it was absolutely necessary to speak English. She raised us with an iron hand, hating anyone to think she could not be a successful parent because she was alone in the parenting. She taught us to respect her and ourselves, and that our family honor is very important to uphold, because you can have all the money in the world, but without honor you are nothing.
My mother homeschooled us until we turned thirteen, and then she hired a teacher to come to our house and teach us while she worked on selling baked goods and homemade blankets for extra money. My brother and I grew very close because we were the only source of comfort we had. Our mother would get very mad and we didn’t have a dad so we had each other and we loved each other.
We learned at the age of thirteen that boys aren’t supposed to hug or hold each others’ hands, because this is what gay people do, but my brother and I did in secret anyway, because it was warm and made us feel good. We got caught sleeping cuddling by our mom and she got mad and made us go to church with her, but neither of us believed anything the preacher said, because how could he know what god, if there is one, did and did not approve of since he said that this god person said all people are equal. Equal means not better than each other, so he was not better than us or closer to this so-called god than us, so he didn’t know. We told him this and my mother got really mad and yelled at us the whole way home, saying we disgraced her in front of the church and god and everybody.
When I was fifteen, my brother drowned. I do not like to talk about it because it is my worst memory ever, even worse than when I killed the lady. That is also the year I killed the lady. I killed the lady because she said my brother and I were faggots and that it was good that he died so that he could go ahead to be judged by the Saint and sent to the eternal flames and that I should die soon too so that I don’t drag other people into the flames with me when they have the right to go through the pearly gates. I told her that she was a liar and god and the eternal flames did not exist, and that she was Satan’s consort.
She threw herself at me and yelled that my brother and I should have died together and that my brother was demon spawn and so was I. I got so angry because she did not even know my brother or me, but she went to church with my mom and she was there when my brother and I talked to the preacher, but she kept judging me and my brother, who was not there to speak for himself because he died. He did not deserve to die, but she kept saying she was glad it happened. I wrapped my hands around her throat and I held on tight until she stopped struggling. The police found me sitting beside her body in the street behind where I live crying because I had taken a life and it was my fault and my brother should not have died and I should have been there to help him, but I wasn’t. Because I did not mean to kill her and I felt bad for it, they sent me here.”
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IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
HIDE MY HEAD I WANT TO DROWN MY SORROWS, NO TOMMOROW, NO TOMORROW
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THE ROLEPLAYER!

NAME/ALIAS
Sebastian
AGE
17
GENDER
male, at the moment. Gender is flexible.
EXPERIENCE
5 years
CONTACT INFO
pm, or email/phone by personal request
TIME ZONE
central
RULE PHRASE
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IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
CHILDREN WAITING FOR THE DAY THEY FEEL GOOD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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okay, here is how it goes. this application letter is made by eunicegoesRAWR! @
caustion.2! lyrics are by gary jules and tears for fear. please so do not steal or claim it as yours.
i have a short temper and if i see it and see no credit or anything like that, i will have to hurt you, biatch!
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[Sano Kemosiri Dyrovaske]

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Sorry to be picky, pretty, but you have a letter missing in the Rule Phrase ^_^ You fix that and you'll be good to go.

The speech is a little odd, a bit childish, in the way that he speaks very directly, and the sentence structures. Still, due to English not being his first language, I don't mind it. .. So in a way, this message is pointless. Carry on with what you were doing; stop reading this now

PS. Please fix your display name. ^_^;

[daicadwallader]

Of course, my apologies for not reading carefully enough. Some how I missed it.
And yes, his language style is rather childish...which will be a challenge for me. Generally I create these mastermind characters with a multimillion word vocabulary. Thus, I hope to challenge myself by making a character who speaks in simple verbiage and grammar, unless, of course, it is in Welsh. Thank you.