DeMoore, Zachary

[Zachary DeMoore]

Me, Me, Me!

Name: Natalie
Age: 15
Gender: Female


The Character

Full Name: Zachary DeMoore



Nickname(s): Zach. Zee.
Gender: Male.
Age: Seventeen.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Grade: Senior.
Boarder or Day Student: Boarder.
Clique: Emo/Punk

Classes:
# Honors English
# Japanese
# Sociology
# Calculus
# Physics and Electronics
# Band

Personality: Dependable, imaginative and enduring, Zachary seems to be all strong in his life. But is he really? Zachary can be spiteful at times, dishing out what he sees as the truth, no matter how unwelcome. His own feelings are sensitive and are easily hurt but he won't show any damage or weakness in himself in front of others. When he is very low or unhappy, this turns inwards, attacking his metal state and making him angry which later on leads to him getting into fights, wrecking his belongings and others. However he has great resilience and can bounce back in time and again from the most awful outbreak. Nobody needs to love and be loved more than Zachary does, but others must stand up to him because he will give anyone he doesn't respect a very hard time indeed.

Zachary is the most loyal and honest friend, but maybe not so much as loyal and honest in relationships - one reason for this is his hatred of change or uncertainty. Zachary enjoys being the power behind the throne with someone else occupying the hot seat. This way, he can quietly manipulate everyone, set one against another and get exactly what he wants from the situation.

Zachary voices is his second best feature (first being his eyes), often low, well modulated and cultured and his wonderful voice is used to the full in pleasant persuasion. Zachary does have passions about being in a band, and being a rock star. He thinks himself to be very attractive and likes to be thought attractive. He loves to shock and appear slightly dangerous but he also makes a kind-hearted and loyal friend, superb host and gentle person. He's also very fond on animals. Zachary can be a really great person when he isn't being cruel, grudging or devious!

Appearance: Zachary is naturally beautiful. He knows it. His unblemished smooth skin that has a slight dulling ashen shade to it, although it may not be sun kissed but it is still seemingly attractive to others, is free from tattoo's and obvious piercings - the only piercing Zachary has is on his tongue. Zachary's skin is not always perfect as he gets into a lot of fights, and he has a lot of anger bouts and enjoys using his firsts. Blood, cuts, bruises and even broken bones are not an oddity to this boy.

His facial features are that of a male china doll - almost feminine. The only way Zachary is torn apart from the female species is (besides the obvious penis in his boxer short) is his highly defined cheekbones and strong jaw line. His hair is long and reaches passed his chin and is never really taken out of it's bed head style. Zachary's eyes are a light lavender blue blend of a colour, that is better known as periwinkle, and are a very noticeable aptness on him.

Zachary's body is that of a healthy, yet slightly underweight, seventeen year olds should be. Being six foot in height, having the evident outlines of a six pack, and the legs of an Olympic runner Zachary is what you would call on of the beautiful people with ugly insides.

Height:
Six foot

Family:
{Father}

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{Mother}Trisha Landers[i{39}[/i]CrackWhore
{Adopted-Mother}Lisa Morgan{44}Teacher
{Adopted-Father}Terry Morgan{47}Engineer
{Half-Brother}Caleb Morgan{20}Collage

Likes:
<3 Singing
<3 Challenges
<3 Gym class
<3 Impulsiveness
<3 Wild Parties
<3 Loose girls
<3 Loud music
<3 Relaxation
<3 Driving
<3 Storms
<3 Having fun
<3 Speed dates
<3 Nicotine

Dislikes:
</3 Getting things too easily
</3 Wimps
</3 Being proved wrong
</3 Losing
</3 Hangovers
</3 Early mornings
</3 Perkiness
</3 Boredom
</3 Bad hair days
</3 Clingy people
</3 Too much change
</3 Being alone
</3 Uneventfulness

History:
On November 8th 1990 Zachary William DeMoore was born in Cathedral-St. James Hospital in Essex, New Jersey to one Trisha Landers. The child, Zachary, was given the foretold fathers name DeMoore by request of the mother. The father of the child, in fact, could not be present for the birth. From the time her son was born Trisha Landers suspected something was wrong. As an infant Zachary cried inconsolably and slept mostly in hour-long snatches. At 2, he was always irritable and had prolonged tantrums triggered by the slightest change in his routine. Trisha took him to back to the Cathedral-St James Hospital only to be told by a child psychiatrist that her son was diagnosed with manic-depression: a mental condition that usually involves extreme mood swings.

While in the hospital the psychiatrist noticed something daunting about the mother, Trisha. There were bags under her eyes and she seemed to be relatively drowsy, which was not odd for a new mother, but there was still something suspicions about her. Visit after visit to the hospital, for her son, other doctors did notice these symptoms and more of Trisha's when finally a doctor did confront her about them. Trisha was infuriated at the doctors claims that she could be taking drugs to relax herself from the stresses of motherhood and she left the hospital with her son in her arms. Social services where called. After finding that Trisha Landers was without a doubt a heroin addict Zachary DeMoore was taken from her, the social workers already had a case ready if the mother was going to fight for her child, but that court date was never to be arranged. Zachary was two and a half years old at the time he was taken away, he didn’t know any better, he cried when the men took him away. His mother never batted an eyelash from the sofa she sat in doped up with a fresh dose of heroin. The mother was given visiting permission, with supervision, at the fostering home.

For a year Zachary was kept in the foster home, with only the occasional one off visit every few months from his mother, until a respectable and well-off couple, Lisa and Terry Morgan, and there five year old son, Caleb Morgan, decided to adopt Zachary. The reason they adopting was because after Lisa there were complications during pregnancy with her first son, Caleb, after giving birth Lisa Morgan would be infertile. Lisa's dream was to have a house full of children and one was not enough. Trisha Landers was given one last visiting permit until the son was a part of a new family. A social worker said that she did see Trisha in the room, but the mother never came up to her son and said good-bye, all that the young mother did was watch her son from a far playing with a musical toy before turning and leaving the foster home. Zachary left with the Morgan's to live in Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada for the reminder of his life.

Growing up only became a problem for Zachary when he was old enough to understand what had happened to him, when he was old enough to understand what his mother had done, and that age was young at eight years old. Zachary developed a great hate for his real mother and what she did and in turn also his unknown father for not being there; when people spoke of Zachary's past it made him immensely angry and depressed. The Morgan's where able to keep a good hold on Zachary's anger and where not concerned by his manic-depressive disorder, as far as the couple both knew they where raising a wonderful child with a short temper. As Zachary turned into his mid-teen years, this was when most of the problems arose, Zachary become a familiar face to the police with anti-social behaviour, violence and disorder and criminal damage. The longest time Zachary has ever been withheld in a police cell is seventy two hours before being bailed out.

School was hell for Zackary. Although he was a good student that got mostly B's that doesn't mean to say that he enjoyed lessons. Teachers gave him shit all the time, but Zachary being Zachary would give it right back to them and as a result he was being moved from one school to another every few months. The only good thing about moving school was that there were new girls to meet, do and never call back. He was a notorious player with body caved out of marble stone, with a heart to match. Is there a girl out there who can fracture the harsh shell of his marble heart? No have managed to yet. Right now Zackary is in his senior year at Darlington Academy, it being a superlative and forgiving school for a student such as Zackary DeMoore.

RPG Sample: From another character on the same site -

Kaine walked along the stone path as he played with his cell for a second, his thumbs quickly clicking away on the keypads as he sent a long overdue text to a friend, he had nothing better to do on this dreary and interesting day of todays. There was a light breeze in the air that blew small locks of his hair over his eyes, the rest was tucked into his checkered grey and yellow hoodie, and the sun was concealed at the back of the ever dimming clouds. It was not a cold day though. Kaine wouldn’t know with his legs wrapped tight in the black jean material, his upper half in a white shirt and hoodie, and his feet in another formidable pair of converses - this time his banana yellow pair (or so Kaine called them).

The stones on the parkway shifted ever so lightly as Kaine's light weight walked along. His cell phone now back in his pocket. Kaine sighed and kicked at the parkway path. What was there to do on a dull day, in a dull school, in a dull town?... He sighed again. He knew life was only dull if that person where to make it. And right now Kaine did feel incredibly dull... and even more depressed. Why? Because he knew he had missed his twin sisters sixth birthday last weekend. Every single birthday he had made the effort to be there, every single time he'd got them both gigantic presents, every single year he would sing them the birthday song.. every single three hundred and sixty five days he would make sure that his sisters got the birthday parties that Kaine never had.

And this year... this year he couldn’t do all of that. All because Chris was a stubborn asswhole who hate's Kaine's fortitude, stamina and love for his family. Kaine could see it, every time he looked into Chris's eyes he could hear his thoughts, Chris couldn’t understand how or even why Kaine took all the beatings, all the abuse.. to be honest sometimes Kaine thought that too. But then he remembered that he wanted to give his sisters a better life. Kaine wanted to give his baby sisters the world. He wanted them to grown up and not be afraid of the world or the people in it. Gritting his teeth Kaine forced himself to stop thinking about his sisters and that asswhole.. for once he was going to try and get through one day without being brought down by the memories.

He looked forward and spotted a familiar bundle of humanbean lying still under a bench. He cooked his head to the side still trying to determine what bundle of humanbean it was... it was certainly female... and it was certainly small. Quietly, Kaine ventured closer to the bench and tried to look at the face of the person without them noticing him. The girls eyes where closed. The girl was Blissy. Kaine's face lit up as he saw her. He sneaked up and layed on top of the bench looking at her tranquil face through the wooden bars. When he was going to make a sound to bring notice to his presents he would know...

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