MACKENZIE, christofer kyle

[CHRISTOFFER KYLE MACKENZIE]

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OH, HAI THERE! I'M CARLA AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR SEVEN YEARS SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT MY UP AT MY INBOX AND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.

FULL NAME christoffer kyle mackenzie

AGE seventeen

MEMBER GROUP asylum patient

OCCUPATION none

SEXUALITY homosexual

BIRTHDAY june 13th




OVERALL APPEARANCE

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- -eyes: Big and blue. Almost hypnotizing.
- -height: 5'3"
- -weight: about 110 lbs
- -Tattoos(ect.): none.

With Christoffer's little height and bright blue eyes, he's quite the looker. And not just that. Being a drummer, this little guy has all the women falling to their knees. His bright smile and little trace of freckles has everyone going 'awe'. Match all of this with his up-beat personality, you've got one great little kid on your hands. His style includes anything that he finds comfortable to wear, such as jeans, a t-shirt, skate shoes and a hat. By god, you will never see him without a hat on his head, but he wears it well.

His little features just make his bigger features pop out amazingly. His blue eyes, little nose, hands and feet, short body, big smile, gentle grin... anything, you name, Chris will have it, but bigger. There's nothing much left to say about the simplicity that is Chris. He just makes everything look good.[/ul]




LIKES

DISLIKES

STRENGTHS

WEAKNESSES

PERSONALITY

HISTORY

[/b] Those were the last words that Christoffer and his brother had heard before their father walked out on them and their mother. To others, Jaysin Mackenzie was a fun loving, free spirited man who adored his job and his family. But to his family, the ones that were supposed to love him the most, he was a drunk, an abuser and a man who hated anything that was poor, dirty or out of the norm. Hence the reasons why he disliked Chris so much. Their father had a feeling that Chris was a homosexual, seeing as all Chris would do would be play and do girlie things. Like he was a child. That's the main reason why Chris would gt most of the drunken beatings.

Their mother was a great woman, who was high in society but had problems of her own. She had a shopping and gambling problem. She would waste her paycheck and her husband's paycheck on clothes that she never needed, unnecessary piano lessons for her eldest son, should go to casinos every weekend and blow it all there. The two boys discovered that they had more to offer their parents than just sitting in the background and watching their family fall apart.

When his parents finally realized that there was something wrong with their child, his phobias, they decided to admit him here, at the asylum. [/ul]



RP EXAMPLE

[/color]| } You're banging like a speakerbox { |•

•| } Turn around; the party stops { |•
•| } Universal lady, let me take you away { | •[/size][/center]

is there such a thing as love? if so, what is it? is it just a chemical reaction between two people, one so strong that it draws you two together to create something powerful? or did it not exist at all. is it just an illusion made up by an old sap who never met that one girl of his dreams. the one girl that entered his life only through dreams. bradly thought about this old man and the legendary fable called love that morning. it was sunday. this was a day that not many people liked in their band. most of them loved to find something to do, create havoc somewhere or come up with a new song. sadly, there was no havoc to be made and there were no song ideas floating around. bradly sighed at this thought. it had been a while since the band had recorded anything and he was itching to come up with a great idea, but it never came.

he smiled a little when he woke up that morning, however. the night before was epic. he had downed close to twenty beer before his insides came flying out. he had two girls on his mouth at once and he spoke to abby in private. as he rubbed his eyes and got dressed, he noticed that his favorite black sweater wasn't around. abby, he thought. of course, it was obvious that she was the one who took it. she was the only one that ever stole his things. well, she and his best friend of all time ally. but ally didn't have permission to come here at night, so the only person on his list right now was abigail. smilling to himself and imagining what she looked like in it, he took a purple sweater from his suitcase and put it over a bright yellow t-shirt. it was time for a walk.

now, where to walk to. he thought for a moment. the studio. that's the only place he knew abby would go on a sunday. it was her place to be. he placed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and stepped out of the bus, being greated by a few band members from the other buses. he'd smile kindly, throw a few jokes here and there and be on his merry way. the brunette walked, his head held high as people pointed at him, stared and just whispered his name, too frightened to speak to him. what? he didn't have the plague! chuckling at his own joke, he reached the coffee joint. ahh, morning coffee. slipping into the place, the workers greated him with a smile and offered his two coffees for free. he decline and insisted that he paid. they couldn't say no to merrick. nodding and signing a few work shirts, he left the building to head over to the next. the recording studio.

he walked in, greated a few people and walked around, trying to find his little buddy. there was no sign of flamming red hair anywhere, until... there! there she was! he had found her, quite easily in fact. smiling to himself, he walked over to the open door and leaned against the door frame. so i'm guessing you couldn't find one of your own sweaters this morning? had to take one of mine? shame on you abby! he said, a little laugh escaping his perfect lips. i brought you one, he replied, walking over and placing the warm cup under her nose, dorky smile across his lips. his heart was racing as he watched her with intent eyes.

Credit | } DORK FEMME 4EVER / Forever`Belle` @ CAUTION

Tag | } abby<3jasey, harley<3nume

Notes | } hurray!

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