`derek livingston*,

[Derek Livingston]

All About You

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Name: Ryan
Age: 17
Roleplaying experience: 4 years
Any other characters? Nope.
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All About The Character

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Basic
Full Name: Derek Mason Livingston
Nicknames: Dee
Age: 19
Birthday: November 15th
Gender: Male
Reason why here:

His father sent him and his brother here because he couldn't handle them anymore.

Any special powers or have magic?

•Blinking.
•Materialization.
•Molecular Combustion.

Sexual Orientation: straight

All In The Head

Personality Description:

Derek isnt the normal, "quiet" type, at least not around his friends. Even since he was little he felt the insatiable need to make people like him, even if it meant being someone he wasn't. Around people he doesn't know he tends to become a little shy, and quiet. But that is a rare thing, for him now. Since he came to the village. Since then he mellowed out a little, stopped caring what everyone though of him. His whole life he had been trying to hide his powers and now he was around some people with he same issues. The need to hide things and fit it slowly faded away. Since then he has learned to just be himself, his old crazy weird self. And Derek likes being that way. It's a sort of self proclaimed freedom.

Even though there are a lot of changes that he went through since arriving at the village, he still has some issues. For one he tends to trust people very easily. It's not that he is gullible, it's that he figures everyone means well. Somehow that mentality has stuck with him, even when he was at his worst. Because of this trust it tends to be very easy for Derek to get close to people, even when he doesn't want to. If he isn't close to you, chances are he really really dislikes you. The same goes for the scientists, he never let himself get close to any of them. Mainly because he fears they would take advantage of that, which is mainly right. Derek seems to fall in lover very easily as well, he loves almost every girl that gets close to him. This often leads to many broken hearts, but he always goes back to trusting the next girl roaming around to hurt him.

Although he trusts people very easily and loves people just as much, he isn't a pushover or anything. It takes a lot to get close to him because he tends to block people out very quickly, he's afraid of being back stabbed or broken hearted. Some people find him easy to get along with but other people don't think it's as simple as it seams. Derek is very stubborn, when he knows he's right he will fight for it. A lot of times this gets him into trouble, but he is learning when to keep his mouth shut. Even though he has somewhat of a "ditsy" attitude, which is odd for a guy, he is actually very smart. Learning new things is very simple for Derek and he tends to grasp things very quickly, as a child he would look up anything and everything. Knowledge is power, right?

Likes:

+Girls. Girls. Girls.
+Skating
+Rock 'n Roll
+Cigarettes
+Riots
+Rain
+Destruction
+Fixing Cars
+Laughing
+Fighting
+Doing Crazy Stuff
+Changing People's Opinions of Him
+Sledding
+Flirting
+Cutting Class
+Chemistry
+Tattoos
+Piercings
+Love
+Guitars
+Kids
+Surprising People
+Beaches
+Roller Coasters
+Fake Accents
+Hugs
+Making People Smile
+Spending His Parents Money
+Doing Nothing
+Parties
+Music
+Pizza
+PJ's
+Jumping On Beds
+Being Crazy
+Laughing
+Climbing
+Silly Faces
+Acting Childish
+Singing
+Drawing
+Theme Songs
+Cell Phones
+Laptops
+Most Technology
+Painting
+Bass Guitars
+Dancing Randomly
+Toy Guns
+Shiny Things
+Streaking
+Not Sleeping
+Sex
+Being Hyper
+Writing Lyrics
+Making Random Noises
+Reading

Dislikes:

-Snobs
-Paris Hilton
-Sleeping
-Authority
-Swimming
-His Home
-School
-Hypocrites
-Crack, it's Wack.
-Rap
-Country Music
-Cliques
-Being Alone
-Rules
-Liars
-Bottled Water
-His Family
-Police
-Slow Dancing
-His Temper
-Rejection
-Snitches
-Soda
-Old People
-Being Bored
-Needles
-The Dark
-Stupid People
-Depression
-Bugs
-Monkeys
-Fish
-Baseball
-Clothes
-Semi-Trucks
-Crayons
-B.O.

Habits:

-Playing With Lip Rings
-Making Random Sounds
-Saying "Narf."
-Losing Control
-Stops Talking Randomly
-Smiling
-Laughing
-Drawing On People
-Smoking
-Eyeing Girls

Flaws:

-Temper
-Fearlessness
-Too Trusting
-Falls In Love Easily
-Can't Control Powers Well
-Honest

Fears:

-Being Disliked
-Bugs
-Needles
-Falling
-Being Rejected
-Turning Out Like His Father
-Losing Someone
-Snakes
-Being Fat
-Disappointment

All In The Past

Parents:

Liam Livingston 43.
Alana Livingston-Deceased.

Siblings:

----- Livingston-21

Personal History:

On a cold October night back in the day, before the 90's. Like 1989, yeah, long time ago! Anyway, there was a child born and his name was John Alabaster, but this isn't about him. This is about the child born in the other room who kept blinking on and off, one moment he was there, the next he wasn't. This child's name was Derek Adams, second child of Derek and Alana Adams. The only two kids who weren't apart of the "The Addams Family". They were weird, yes. Just not weird enough for those freaks.

The doctors had no idea why this child kept appearing then disappearing so they told the new parents that their second child was to be kept under surveillance. After two weeks, the child was to be sent home. They confirmed what most people dreaded and that was that their child was, different. But for Derek and Alana this wasn't much news since their older son ---- was the same way. Different, that is. That was one of the first powers Derek possessed and at such a young age, the other powers came to him later in life, just as his parents expected it would.

When Derek turned four he learned the art of conjuring, which he found out he had completely by mistake. It happened a little something like this...

A small boy sat in a very colorful room for the third straight week in a row. Kindergarten was such a pleasant time, he had learned somehow to control his invisibility and wasn't blinking as much as he used to when he was just a little tyke. Derek sat at a small yellow table in the shape of a circle which was surrounded with five other children coloring and painting. What small children do best. As for him he was drawing a picture of his house. He had just added the blue door and was a fixin' on the bright orange roof. Mind that his real house wasn't as gaudy, nor as flashy but he wished it had been. Not to mention they do not give beige colored crayons to four year olds.

Setting the rather large blue crayon down he searched his surroundings for the huge yellow crayon. What's a house without a roof anyway? A small girl by the name of Caroline sat diagonal from him scribbling away some blond hair on a poorly drawn human which was to be her mother.

"Can I see the yellow- " Derek's voice trailed off as a large yellow crayon appeared in his outstretched hand. "Whoa. " He said lightly to himself and began drawing the roof.


But it would be a little further on in life when he would discover his other talent. Before that stage of Derek's life happened a few other things did as well. For one he smoked his first and certainly not his last cigarette. At a young age, nine to be exact, Derek and his friend Steven had decided that they would try the newest craze that every kid at school had tried at least once. Smoking. The first time, was horrible. It involved a lot of hacking and coughing but after a while they both seemed to get used to it rather quickly. And now with his handy dandy conjuring skills, Derek could smoke anytime he wanted to, this sparked his horrible habit. And following that at the age of thirteen was the first time he got laid, but we won't get into that. But those were all good things, well they seemed good to him. Some people find them, unmoral. But something bad was to be following these events.

When Derek was fifteen his parents got into a car crash rendering his father into coma for a full year and killing his mother. For that year his father was in the hospital he and his brother stayed at their Uncle Rick's house. After his father "came to", they were to stay there another year so he could get used to the new disabilities he faced having been paralyzed in the accident. His Uncle Rick explained to him that it would be difficult to adapt having to watch after two boys.

Once his father got better, Derek went back to live with him but only for a year before his father started breaking down. It was difficult to find work for him and he had been living on unemployment for two full years and it was becoming difficult to support his family. So two months before Derek turned 18 his father sent him and his brother to the village. He's been there ever since.

The Look

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Celebrity: Jordan Holland
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black.
Eye Color: A deep blueish green with honey colored specks.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 130lbs

Everything Else

Special Belongings:

An earing he has in his ear. It used to be his mom's and now he wears it all the time.

Rules Word: -admin edit-

Sample RP:

Jono lied in his bed and stared at the slowly spinning ceiling fan, a weight of compressed feelings burned right through his chest. His eyes felt heavy, he shut his eyes as images flashed violently through his mind. A spike of fear wound its way up his spine like a thorny rose bush, every spike sparked a new image. He opened his eyes and felt a wave of fear wash through his body. Shutting his eyes tight the images flashed back getting faster and faster until they stopped. A black screen in his mind showed a memory from years ago. It was being old like a story, like a log of some sort. The memory started with a scratchy screen. The memory about to play was a memory he had forgotten and had kept forgotten for over two years.


Two years ago in Queens New York, a car alarm sounded in a near-by parking lot as Jono climbed through his bedroom window. One leg at a time he entered quietly and looked around his darkened room. Silence. Turning back toward the window he helped in a girl about his age. Her name was Shelly Osmund. Grabbing her hand he helped her quietly through the window and into his bedroom, she stood in front of him only a few inches shorter. Their hands still locked she shyly put her other arm around his neck pulling him close for a quiet kiss. She pulled back and bit her lower lip and lead him back to his bed. His shirt found its way off as he lied back on the bed as she crawled on top of him, she took off her shirt revealing a red bra as she continued a long kiss. He swore he heard the sound of footsteps, but quickly erased the thought from his mind. His hands found their way to the back of her bra and fumbled with the clasp. Before the bra came off, before the mistake was made the door flung open as a woman stood in the doorway. His foster mother flipped the light switch on and put on the most devilish look he had ever seen. Her eyes started to glow with anger. Jono leaned forward and saw who stood in the doorway and fell back onto his pillow. Defeat. Shelly grabbed her shirt which lay beside his bed and quickly put it on and walked past his mother out of his room. The sound of her feat traveling down the hallway, through the kitchen and finally out the door.

"What the HELL is wrong with you boy? " his mother roared. "What would you've done if I was one of your little brothers? " she said tapping her foot a look came across her face as she searched for an answer.

"Fuck off Dianne. They ain't my family, plus we wouldn't have woken them up but your loud ass ain't doing a quieter of a job! " Jono shouted back across the room. His foster mother's name was Dianne, he only called her that to piss her off more.

"Boy you listen to me... "

"No! And you won't make me" he said pulling himself off the bed and putting his shirt back on. He flung his dresser drawer open and shoved piles of clothes into a small backpack.

"Where do you think you're going? " she asked watching him perform his act. "You ain't leaving this house you are my responsibility. " she said pointing a finger at him, as if it was supposed to change his mind.

"I'm leaving and there ain't nothing your fat ass is gonna do about it, Dianne. " he said putting emphasis on the her name.

"You ain't leaving this house" she yelled after him as he pushed his way past her and started down the hallway.

"See if I won't" he said stomping through the kitchen and slamming the front door.

He could hear her stampede through the kitchen and open the front door. "You'll be back Jonothan, mark my words! You ain't got anywhere else to go! " she yelled after him and slammed the door.

Now in Liberty California, Jono opened his eyes and stared silently at the ceiling. Now the only thing he could hear was the sound of Dianne and her new boyfriend fighting out in the living room. Soon enough he was going to hear a smack and a body hitting the floor. It was almost a daily routine. Dianne had become a master at covering up black eyes. She knew he wasn't good for her but she never turned him down. The memory buried itself further in the back of his mind. Dianne was right, he would be back, but not because he had no where else to go. It's because he needed money for drugs. During his time away from his home and away from his shitty life Jono started smoking pot. Pot turned to crack, crack turned to heroin and heroin back to crack. It's the crack high that kept him addicted and kept him strong. He couldn't do much without it...
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