Post by Electrolite Green on Feb 13, 2012 17:16:10 GMT -5
Like A Shock To The Body
Beryl Chrys Gossamer
23 Years Old
Chimera Shapeshifter; Malesona Of Electrolite Green
Electrolite Hair; Green & Orange Static'd Eyes
6" ft.; 190 lbs; Slender Build
Owner Of Neon Injection Nightclub; Bartender
Youngest Son Of Claire And Hector Gossamer
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For a neon with such a raver past, he's seen to be just as active in his community as in his domain of blacklights. While most colors fear such things, Beryl isn't afraid to take things on head first. While he's shy around neutral colors, he takes up for his fellow neons. Though, he's not to be mistook as a distorted color, in fact he's simply a vibrant variant shade of the color lime. His rave filled life of bright lights and glowing paints makes his entire personality a rollercoaster. Often his peppy over excited side will show, this happens equally as much as how he reacts to finding other's with his interests. While this shouldn't be hard to do, Beryl is often times abnormally withdrawn.
Clothing wise, Beryl was simple. He wore black jeans that hugged his legs, the stitch line was neon green along with the straps hanging to-and-fro. His shirt was just as bright with it's striped pattern with a simple vest over it. Almost that of a rave club bartender, in fact that's exactly what it was. If not in this style, he's in something near it. Always wearing things that glow, and not only this but also the cerise colored goggles that never seem to leave his hair. To accessorize and show companionship, he seems to have no problem with letting random ravers sign his body, whether in ink or permanent bonds. Underneath the clothing he hides a plenty of tattoos of various things. Stars on his hips, tribal print on his lower back, a small target is inked over where his heart should be. Not only this, but piercings seem to be his hobby. From around his ears to his bridge studs. Both brows are pierced a grand total of three times each. His bottom lip is pierced enough to have an entire role of hoops. Collar bones, hips, bellybutton, both nipples and a few studs more down south.
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This is where the history will go.
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~ While he seems normal, there's something just not quite right.
~ He prefers neon colors, someone to force their self on him.
~ Though his eyes are orange, they often flicker green.
~ He's got no shame for anything.
~ People intrigue him, but Red is his curiosity.
~ His accent can become obnoxious.
~ Candy, sweets, alcohol, and drugs keep him happy.
~ He has a white and grey Pomeranian named Birch.
~ He's quite the lady's man, but won't say no otherwise.
~ His sexuality is a hidden subject, he keeps it neutral.
~ His car is a simple Neon in a lime coloration.
His home is the oddest on the Avenue, it's got the brightest paint with a white picket fence surrounding. His yard is empty except for the large oak tree out front along with a lawn chair and dog house for his precious pooch. The interior is the weird factor, from a full on 'play room' to the fact it's a black light only house. Everything glows and keeps a deep black or white color. The backyard is where the simplicity shows his second passion. While he looks like all he does is rave and linger around stoned out of his mind... he has an enormous talent for painting. Though, he never shows his artwork to the other's, it's usually hung carelessly within his shop. This building matches his home and sits up against the woodland area's border. The door has about seven locks on it where no one may enter but himself. No windows either. Just a locked safe haven for his work.
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