Adrian-William Christian LeBeaux WIP

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adrian-william christian lebeaux,

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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?
Adrian-William Christian LeBeaux
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
Adrian, Adri, Addy, Rian, Willy, Will, Liam, LeBeaux
WHERE IS BIRTH PLACE?
Washtington State, United States of America
THAT MAKES YOUR NATIONALITY...
American (Scottish, German, French, English, Australian, Native American)
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE
August 21st
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
Fifteen
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
Christian-ish
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
Homosexual
WHAT CRIME SENT YOU HERE?
Theft
HOW LONG IS YOUR SENTENCE?
Two years
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
Izzy Hilton

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?
• Caaaandy~!
• Sparkles
• Rainbows
• Socks
• Gloves
• Skirts
• Lolita
• Foreigners
• Different languages
• Musicals (mostly)
• School
• Feeling smart
• Being complimented
• Sadistic Jokes
• Dirty Jokes (sometimes)
• Visual and Performing Arts
• Most instruments
• Singing
• Clubbing
• Chatting with friends
• Soccer/Rugby/Basketball
• Swimming
• Gay Pride
• Closet cases
• Kittens, Puppies, Pandas, and Koalas
• Most Music
• Pretty hair
• Shinnies
• Writing
• Reading
• Stealing
WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
• Religion
• Wrestling
• Most Poetry
• Beer
• Close-mindedness
• America
• Family issues
• Girl-parts
• Loneliness
• Stage-settings
• Babies
• Children
• Old people
• Vegetables~! Except for corn.. and potatoes....
• Textbooks
• Sluts, beyond only slight friendship or observation
• Being understood
• His own Laziness
• Being tired all the time
• Snobs (most of the time)
• Dresses (most)
• Nervousness
• Relationships
• Exposure
WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?
• Drowning
• Burning to death
• Death in general
• Loneliness
• Failure
• Poverty
• Spiders
• Creepy bugs
• Snakes
• Loud noises
• Sudden noises
• Unexpected touches to his shoulders
WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE?
• Become a writer and teacher/professor
• Move out on his own
• Get out of this place
• At least visit Japan, though living there wouldn’t be too bad
• Learn Japanese (preferably before visiting or moving there)
• Learn Italian
• Learn French
• Learn (more) German
• Learn various instruments
• Travel Europe
• Travel most of Asia
• Visit or move to Canada
• Be on speaking-terms with his brother again
WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?
• Inferiority Complex
• Easily Distracted
• Easily Bored
• Mean
• Acts Arrogant at Times
• Easily Annoyed
• Lacks Sympathy
• A little Dark
• Bottles some Emotion
• Lazy
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?
• Strangely dyed hair
• Bleach blonde hair
• Black hair
• Curly hair
• Freckles
• Artistic skill
• Dominance
• Intelligence
• Musical skill
• Nice laugh
• Humor
• Sarcasm
• “Badboy” act
• Military men
• Foreigners
• Languages
• At least moderate fitness
• A quick wit, sharp tongue
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?
• Stupidity
• Ignorance
• Obesity
• Close-mindedness
• Ginger hair
• Buzz-cuts
• Unnaturally hairy bodies. Ewwwwwwwww...
• Bad table manners
• Whininess
• Stink. Ew.
WHAT IS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
Now, that's a nice question... Adrian isn't quite sure what his best memory is, and it doesn't help that he has a horrible memory to begin with. He supposes.. when he figured his parents wouldn't be divorced. It was a wonderful feeling of relief, not only for not having to choose between them, or have such a hectic life, living with both intermittently, but also because he hated his plausible step-siblings. They were young, annoying, and woke up too early for any normal child. They jumped on him, and Adrian would not deal with that. He refused. So, yes.. he was relieved, so he supposes that's a good enough memory, though, even to this day, he's wary that they'll have another fight and divorce anyway.
WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
Perhaps when his sister told him that his dad was cheating on his mom... He’d never felt so confused in his life--more so because he hadn’t noticed a thing. He hadn’t been looking. He didn’t notice the lack of words between them, beyond the fighting. He hadn’t noticed, surely, the time his mother spent in her room, crying. He hadn’t noticed at all, and he felt horribly for it. Where would the kids go? Would they move back and forth between them, or stay with one and never see the other? Adrian loved his parents dearly, too much to choose between them. He got along with his dad a bit more than his mom, but he was too strict sometimes, and his mom would be so sad. He wanted to help her, but... he didn’t know how
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
Adrian isn’t the sweetest thing around, though he likes to seem that way to certain people. He continuously picks out faults with people, though doesn’t bring them to speech much unless he has the reason to, doesn’t like them, or simply holds no special liking to them. He insults a lot of people, and intelligence is his main issue with most of them. He doesn’t like idiots too much. And by idiots, he means, more over, those that don’t even try to understand, rather than simply don’t. He loves to correct another, but he won’t hesitate to pick fun for the mistake, no matter how small or how little. He especially loves to correct grammar or spelling, as the English language is one of his most favorite things in the world. Or, rather, the act of writing and structure, not the language itself. After all, all languages hold a structure, no matter how crude, or how horribly one can break it. He physically and mentally winces at each mistake he catches, especially the misuse of adverbs, though he himself misuses them at times. He realizes he makes mistakes, of course, and he tries to correct them, but, at times, yes, he simply doesn’t care enough to, though he will most likely rouse himself enough to correct another. Depending on whom he speaks to, however, his corrections can either be smooth and sweet, or biting and sharp. He isn’t afraid of causing another to dislike him. He finds enemies amusing, after all. Surprisingly, however, he has never gotten into any physical brawls. In a way, he finds this disappointing, as he loves to prove himself to others, especially prove that he’s better than another.

He loves to create a sense of superiority in many ways, though the arts and intelligence especially, particularly in writing. He has a tendency to think very lowly of himself and being better than others boosts his own self-esteem greatly. That is, of course, until he loses to another, or is proven wrong at some time. Although it hurts at first, he tends to either forget about it after a short while, or simply put off feeling badly. This ‘putting-off’ method of his often builds his emotions so drastically that he ends up having a breakdown at the worst possible time. After sobbing like a girl and refusing to speak for an hour or so, he pretends as if nothing had happened, because he hates feeling weak, though he hates and loves the questions. Though the questions show others care, he also doesn’t want anyone to worry about him. When others worry, he feels more like a burden than anything. However, he always likes to see who will press him until he spills which, due to his stubbornness, usually isn’t for a while, a few days of intermittent nagging would do it. At times, he’ll even promise to tell another, then simply wait until they’ve forgotten, though he knows he himself will always remember. He might, at times, seem like a hopeless romantic. He isn't much for relationships, or romances, but has decided, that if he ever does lose his virginity, he at least wants it to be with someone he knows, likes, and preferably in a bed, and not whilst drunk. He hates the thought of himself as a slut, talked bad about for such. Being a bitch is one thing, a slut he just can't deal with.

Though he can be rather depressing and sadistic, biting and annoying, Adrian tends to have a lot of friends and gain more pretty easily. He loves to bounce around and introduce himself to others on a more comfortable place, though on an uncomfortable one, he tends to be rather shy, and prefers to have others approach him first. He judges comfort by how many he knows in each location. If he knows no one, due to being new or anything, he will generally wait in the corner or against the wall and watch as everyone interacts, wait for someone to speak to him, or build up enough confidence to join in a conversation or introduce himself. In a place he is more comfortable with, he will know another fairly well, and hang around them for the most part until he knows others as well. If with someone he’s very close to, or a group of friends, he will bound up to anyone and speak excitedly about anything. He loves to make friends when he’s with friends more than making them whilst alone. However, when he’s hyper, he’ll bound up to anyone at any time without much thought, compliment them on clothing and hair, if he likes them enough, ask their names... anything, really. He loves the thought of being outgoing, since he loves to make others smile and become his friends, but he can be shy at times, which he does not like much at all.

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?
Debra LeBeaux, nee White. Forty-seven. Home-maker.
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
Allen LeBeaux. Forty-five. 3D Designer.
DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS?
Michael “Addison” LeBeaux. Twenty. Cashier.
Joshua LeBeaux. Eight. --
DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?
Amanda LeBeaux. Twenty-two. Freelance Artist.
Sarah LeBeaux. Seventeen. Aspiring Singer.
ANY OTHER RELATIVES I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?
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TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST!
Adrian-William was born in Washington State to a naval family of five. His father was a submariner, his mother a housewife. His eldest sister, Amanda, was an artist--meaning she got in trouble quite a lot in school for ‘reading too much’, or simply being too quiet (a strange thing to get into trouble for, sure, but she managed it). His brother, Michael, or “Addison”, as they called him by his middle name, after all, and his sister Sarah, were the types that seemed almost like twins--they were outgoing, loud, and a bit reckless. Adrian grew up as any boy would, maybe.. At least, he was pretty sure he did. He ran through the neighborhood and played hard. He wore blues and browns, reds and oranges--colors for the little boys, whilst Sarah, for instance, was keen on pinks and purples, yellows and whites. He was a boy, and he knew that, very well. When he was three years old, his sister pulled his left arm out of its socket while pulling him up the stairs. To this day, it’s still a bit weaker than his right, though he doesn’t quite mind it very much. He’s right-handed, after all. After his fourth birthday, his family moved to Texas, in a large gated community next to a larger lake. Adrian’s grandparents (on his mother’s side) were fairly close (in the same community), and they would often visit each other for dinners or holidays. Adrian was often forced to play dress-up with his older sisters, though he had little interest in doing much at his young age, so he supposes he didn’t mind so much then.

It was when he was six, and his family moved into Denton, when his issues with thievery started. The house was only two bedrooms, so all the children had to share one large one, his parents in another, much smaller. Adrian would find that his siblings often stole his toys to play with themselves (besides Amanda, who preferred books and the computer). So, in turn, Adrian started stealing their things as well--anything that caught his interest, which happened to be the most shiny things, and it only got worse when his little brother, Joshua, was born. He wasn’t quite good at it--he was too young, too new--and he often got caught and grounded. He hated being grounded.. so he got better. He knew how and where to hide his new items, and he eventually ventured further. He stole the pens from his pews in church. He nicked a shimmery green scarf from his cousin Grace’s bedroom--something he still has. At times, however, he started to feel badly about it, and put a few things back--his cousin Delsie’s ring, the pens from the pews, his friend Jenny’s pencil... It wasn’t that he started to dislike stealing. He loved it, at that age. He didn’t understand how wrong it was, then. He simply understood the exhilaration he felt during it, and the fun nick-knacks he received. He mostly gave back the things after he realized that they needed them, or that it was looked down upon when you steal from a church, of all things. He continued his life, though, much like that. He had been homeschooled from a young age, and minded it more than his siblings appeared to. Still, he turned into a bit of a lazy child, more willing to draw or write, or read, than go out and roller-skate with Sarah and Addison.

.. Though, to tell the truth, he had tried roller-blading once.. he’d fallen into an ant pile, and his sister hadn’t helped him up. Since then, he’s avoided both roller-blades and ant piles, the latter being a bit more difficult, being in Texas. His only real interaction with people beyond his family and those at church, was a medium-sized homeschool association, that met at his church every Friday during the school year. He made quite a few friends, of all different sorts--some girlish, some boyish, but all tended to be girls. The boys, he found, just either tended to be annoying, prideful, or too sporty for his liking... That, and a few of them ended up making him nervous in a way he didn’t understand at the time. He tried his hardest not to steal from his friends, mind you. He didn’t want to cause any more drama than there was already, given that his friends, as differed as they were, tended to fight amongst themselves, and dragged him into it, when he didn’t outright refuse to take a stand amongst either one of them. With his friends, Adrian tended to have one of two, or two of two, things in common--anime, or horses. He adored both, though he didn’t have the latter. Some of his friends, however, did, and he often went to their houses to ride them. He developed a passion for riding by only watching lame westerns with his mother, and learned how just the same. He hadn’t wanted to steal anything more than he had wanted to steal a horse... but he was smarter than that, of course. He knew he couldn’t take care of one, so he was content with simply riding them from time to time.

A few months before he turned nine, Adrian and his family moved out from their small home and into a much larger one. Money was good at that point--or, good enough to build the house and move into it in the first place. Adrian had to share a room with his sister Sarah, given that Amanda wanted her own room, being the oldest and all. He didn’t mind very much, though he had little interest in playing with the dolls that Sarah tended to like. In September, he and his family took a vacation to Hawaii, a place that Adrian loved in theory, but would never move to. It was beautiful, sure, and the weather wasn’t too warm or cool. The birds were friendly and the bugs were minimal, and the water was nice... but he new he’d miss the snow they sometimes got in Texas, though never the heat, that they always got. That, and as much as the water was beautiful, Adrian didn’t quite like getting beaten over the head with it. It wasn’t for another few years that Adrian noticed something was.. off. His dad stayed at work longer than usual, and his mother stayed in her room... There was a new woman at his dad’s office--Tiffany, or something like that. She was nice, and funny, and Adrian didn’t mind talking to her, or complaining that he had to be homeschooled. She said she’d talk to his dad.. and so she did. The summer before he turned thirteen, his dad said he’d go to public school with Sarah and Joshua, since the older two were already graduated. Along with that, Adrian found out just why his mom was crying so much in her room, and his dad was gone so often. He was having an affair, with the same woman that had helped him be public schooled.

Well, he couldn’t say he hated her... though he did hate her children. Annoying little brats... Still, as soon as he found out, his parents started to go to marriage counseling, and the affair ended. His first year at school was.. normal. He fit in easily, though he wasn’t too happy that he couldn’t get into the same grade his cousin Melanie was in. The school was very small, something he didn’t mind, though the quick rumors was an issue that amused him more than anything. He joined choir (the only boy, though he had the female range), as well as band. He excelled in clarinet and was soon at first chair, including the high school band, and the second best in marching.. though he hated it. A lot. He got his first crush there, an annoying and slightly shorter (which is strange and rather hard to do) boy named Taylor. He wasn’t like Adrian in the area of school--he was smart, but tended not to do much of anything at all, causing him to fail the year Adrian got there--seventh grade. Still, Adrian liked him, quite a bit, actually. He was charismatic and funny, a bit rude and mean. His eyes were a gorgeous hazel-green, his hair dyed for a darker auburn... For a while, it didn’t hit him. He stared a bit at him in class, especially P.E., and he always felt a bit bad when his history teacher would make fun of him for not doing any work. It wasn’t for a few months that Adrian actually realized he shouldn’t feel faint when he was close to him. That wasn’t normal.. was it? He couldn’t be gay. He hated to think of how his parents reacted, so he tried not to let it slip. He dressed femininely, and it wasn’t uncommon for people to think he was a she, if only because his hair was a little long, his features a little... girly.

He told his parents when he was in eighth grade. They didn’t mind as much as he thought they would. Still, as expected, it took them a few days to warm up to the idea. He didn’t mind giving them that time. His father had lost his job in the summer between his seventh and eighth grade, and found one again in Memphis, Tennessee. In October, they moved, excluding Addison and Amanda, into a three bedroom apartment on the outskirts of Memphis. Adrian went to a uniform school, and fit in quite well, despite his strange tendency to mismatch his socks. But, well, he needed something to differ himself from everyone else, didn’t he? His stealing had gotten worse, though he tried hard to keep from stealing from the school, or anyone in it. He made friends with his English teacher, and often brought her his written works, no matter how depressing they were. At the end of the year, he was signed up for an honors program for High School, the International Baccalaureate program, though he had little idea how hard it would be. Through his nineth grade year, he had to work hard and study harder so he wouldn’t fail his English course, something he had gotten over a hundred for in Eighth grade. With his stress, he needed a release, and so he got one.. stealing from stores. He was caught twice, and given warnings from both stores, before he learned how not to be.. That is, until March... He was caught again, and this time, he was arrested. He tried to explain--he just wanted the shinies. He didn’t have enough money for them. They didn’t care. Still, instead of sending him to jail, his parents decided to send him to Ridgestone instead, as unhappy as they were to do so..

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
Cupcake
AGE
Seventeen
GENDER
Male
EXPERIENCE
Seven
CONTACT INFO
PM
TIME ZONE
Not a clue~
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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