Post by roscoe everett dimarco on Jan 27, 2012 11:58:14 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h177/animegrl-252/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] ROSCOE E. DIMARCO  HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME ROSS AND I'M CURRENTLY TWENTY-FOUR YEARS OLD. I'M PART OF THE WEREWOLVES AND I'M A HUNTIN' WOLF. ------------------------------------------------- For as long as there have been vampires there have been DiMarco’s to hunt them. That was what my father had always told me, since I was a boy. The curse of the werewolf had been in our family’s linage for many years and will be for many more to come, I am sure. I grew up in not a broken home but a very strong family unit and some may say a very hardheaded bunch. We did not have wealth and knew not to rely on the comforts of possessions. My parents were hardly strict but knew when to draw the line and were more than willing to punish when punishment was due. They were not horrible to me, no, not in anyway. All they knew was that the harsh realities of the world would have to weigh on my shoulders sooner or later so they thought it fit to have it sooner than later. As a child my life was filled with responsibilities that other kids longed for. I could make the choice of where I wanted to go, what I wanted to do, and any other decisions that you could think up were mine to be made. My parents would give me their insight but never really made me listen to it unless I wanted to. It may have been the downfall in their parenting (if you could call it parenting) but it managed to teach me to grow up fast. And in the busy streets of downtown Los Angeles, California, growing up fast was what one needed to do in order to survive. The lack of sheltering and discipline had turned me into something of an untamed teenager. I was unafraid of anyone and anything that stood between me and what I wanted. I dropped out of school when I was seventeen and instead found myself in situations that I should not mention since they were not exactly legal. This, as you could imagine, got me involved with some shady characters. I suppose I could have been considered one myself at this point. But I could have really cared less and was more worried about my pride than my future. I had never put myself into any sort of gang but I guess I had managed to make my own little group of pals to follow me around. If you needed someone scared off, we would do it. If you needed some shit taken from point A to point B, then we would do it. People knew us and people stayed away from us unless they wanted to find some problems. Of course, with such a lifestyle, I managed to get myself pretty messed up. I had already gotten into drugs and alcohol at a younger age but with my notorious reputation I found more of it coming my way. Of course I took whatever I could get my hands on, I took it without a second thought proud that I had earned my place in that shit city. Let me tell you something. When you are on drugs or so drunk you can’t see straight you are not going to fare well in fights. You might win but you’ll still fearlessly continue your crazy word vomit and challenge anyone and anything. You will not look good in the morning. I was nineteen when I had first killed someone. I can’t even tell you that I clearly recall the incident save for the few minutes of panic after I caved his head in with a car jack. It could have been over anything. It could have been a drug deal gone sour or someone who just had some beef with me and I was too far gone to think clearly. Hell, he could have been innocent. Just some stupid man walking by and asking questions. No matter who he was, he was dead and there was nothing I could do to change that. Do you know how hard it is to get away with murder in L.A.? I would have been caught if it was not for my father, I am sure of this. I had finally hit the milestone he was waiting for and he was suddenly very keen on taking me under his wing. We left L.A. and the trail for that nobody’s murder apparently went cold (being a nobody hadn’t helped the guy). We went to the more rural reaches of California where I had experienced my first transformation. This is another event I remember very little about but my father proudly explained how he had put me in my place. It was time, he thought, to prepare me in the art of vampire slaying. For years he worked with me. I could fight and stand up for myself but in no graceful manner. I needed discipline and my first taste of it was bittersweet. It was an interesting bonding experience as I not only had to learn to better control myself but also had to be torn away from the life I was once living. For many months I had suffered from withdrawals, alcohol and drug related. I wanted anything and very often was in a complete rage. When one has a father who is a werewolf though… one learns to back the hell up. My life changed drastically after those few years with him. I cleaned myself up and lost all ties to my former life. I can’t say it changed me completely as I still even to this day have a problem with authority and cravings for particular substances. But I can blend better now. I can go about the business that my family was meant to do and I have proudly followed through with it. My father went back to L.A. and I went to New York. |
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED HAY AND SITS AT TWENTY. SHE LIVES IN THE PACIFIC TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO VINNIE WOOLSTON, DON'T YOU THINK?
[/div]THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED HAY AND SITS AT TWENTY. SHE LIVES IN THE PACIFIC TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO VINNIE WOOLSTON, DON'T YOU THINK?
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