Mars, Winston

[winston]

WINSTON ALEXANDER MARS 23 COLLEGE DROP OUT/CIVILIAN

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played by VIVI

"Let's get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you?"[/font]

Mars.

"'S cute. Mind if I just call you babe? Cool. So, babe, what's cooking - for those just listening?"[/font]

I try to take care of myself - I do care about what I look like. You'll always see me in a pair of jeans. you will NEVER see me in a pair of sweat pants (unless I'm going to bed), nor will you EVER see me in a ginny t. I like t-shirts, graphic t's a button up shirts. I normally wear converse .. Other then that my style is that of an average joe shmoe.

My Hair is brown, and it tends to get pretty curly if I don't keep it relatively short. I aways style it so it doesn't look like a complete mess. I have a pretty muscular build - Yeah, I work out. -snicker- I sound like one of those muscle heads, don't I?

"Cute. Wore that just for me, huh? Speaking of which, give me the details. Gay? Straight? Look kinda like a swinger to me.. Care for a drink or a smoke, babe?"[/font]

I'm Straight, actually. For some reason people seem surprised when the find out I am.

I do love me some alcohol. I smoke weed, but other then that my Drug experience is completely over. I've had my experiences and I've seen what that sh*t does to people. Hell, I've seen what that sh*t does to me.

"Damn. Get some! ha! Chill out. So, swear this won't get leaked anywhere but.. got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me!"[/font]

I was engaged once. -smile- Her name was Maggie, and she was the most beautiful person I have ever met. We were together for four years before I finally popped the question. She said yes - which was the most thrilling day of my life. Until later that evening.

We decided to Celebrate - and hell did we. Herione, a few perk 30s and a bottle of Vodka and we were set. But Maggie didn't know her limits and overdosed.

-silence-
Thats all I have to say about that.

"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]

My goals and ambitions? oh geez ... well, I guess there is one. I dropped out of College the year Maggie past on, so I guess it would be nice to get back into school. My major was Architecture ... hey, maybe someday I'll design the building you work in.

"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half those are just hearing about you. Now let's see.. Oh, here we go. Tell me a bit about yourself. Likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses - all that. We need some dirt!"[/font]

I'm a pretty reserved guy I guess. I don't trust many people because I've constantly been pooped on my entire life. I like to think I'm one of a kind, but god knows there are a lot more people out there aside from me that have more class and personality.

I'm pretty laid back for the most part. I like to go to parties - you better believe someone will be carrying me out once I'm done - and I'm pretty aggressive. Lets just put it this way, I have a few scars from the fights I've been in. I just don't like wise guys. And I sure as hell and not going to sit around and let you be a jerk to the people I'm around. I do however like to pick fights. Only with people who deserve it, thought.

Truth be told, a good amount of the fights I've been in are for other people. -laughs- Strange, right? Ever since grade school, I just cant sit back and let some kid get picked on and bullied. -shrug- People call me a good guy, But I'm pretty sure I'm the farthest thing from it. I gave my Fiancee the drugs that killed her. I guess that takes away every good bone in my body, huh? At lest it does for me.

I'm convinced I'm full of bad luck. Just saying, stay around me long enough and your life will self destruct.

My psychiatrist also told me I have some kind of mental disease of some kind of mental trauma. Whatever that means. My Doc says I handled my mother's murder way too well. I'm way too collected. He thinks I'm going to explode one day. Well it's been 13 years and I'm still going strong.

I've lived a rough life. But the last thing I want is your pity. Life is too short for that bullsh*t. I use to live my life according to a plan, but things never really go the way they're suppose to. I live my life day by day, forgetting about the day before or the day ahead. Live each moment as your last.


"Kinky, ha! Couldn't agree more. 'Nyways, one last thing. How'd you get where you are today?"[/font]

I grew up in Florida with my mom, a daddy figure was never around when I was a kid. My mom did the best she could for me, but it didn't really get too far. She was a prostitute. I'm pretty sure I was conceived under the act, but she denies it to this day. She normally went out to handle her business, but every so often she would have a man come to our house. It was always really awkward ... I never really understood what was going on. Just heard a lot of noises.

But, my mom wasn't around very long either. I was ten when she died - one of her clients killed her. I remember it like it was yesterday. The man that killed her was .. a creep. She told him she wanted nothing to do with him, but he wouldn't listen. He came pounding on our door one night, my mom ran into my bedroom and made me hide under the bed. She locked the door behind her. I could hear screaming and yelling, a lot of struggle. But she told me not to leave the bedroom no matter what I heard. so I didn't. Not until the cops came. I guess some neighbors called after they heard gunshots. I didn't earn ti I was older what happened to her. Her client raped her, killed her, and then killed himself. -shrug- I guess things don't always work out nice.

I lived with my grandparents after that until I went to college. I met Maggie when I was in high school, and that is when I started doing drugs. We both liked to have a good time so we did. Life was good for a few years, and then she died. I died that night too.

I dropped out that year, because I couldn't handle the school work, the stress and the sorrow. It was too much for me. So I got some part time jobs and my own apartment. And .. thats about it.

"Shiiit. Well at least you got yourself babe, can't take that away. And me. -winks- What I'm joking! Kind of. Anyways, relax while we evaluate you, get you into your place, alright? Also, we can't even accept you if your faceclaim has not been posted yet. Post in the faceclaim = your ticket to acceptance. Other than.. you know. Being accepted. A'ight, I'm out - peace."
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[iris]

LETS GO TO MARS. I love him, and his stylin'.. style ;D Sad about Maggie though D: