Post by tony on Oct 19, 2011 1:35:37 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LWSqSNpIToc/TYZTxT60WjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kX0kRj5ZB6k/BlackWood.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] TONY CEDRIC WHITE  GENERAL INFORMATION FULL NAME Tony Cedric White NICKNAMES Tony, T-bag, T-bird, etc. GENDER male SEXUALITY homosexual AGE & DATE OF BIRTH twenty four, May 22nd, 1987 GRADE not applicable. CLIQUE local OCCUPATION if applicable FACE CLAIM travie mccoy PERSONALITY CHARISMATIC Tony has always had a talent for dealing with people. Even as a young child, he knew how to get exactly what he wanted, simply based on a few choice words. It might have to deal with the fact that he has never been particularly well off (he has had to talk his leaser into more than one postponement on rent), or perhaps simply because, in a way, he was always searching for a way to stave off loneliness. However someone wishes to look at it, there’s really no doubting that Tony can talk himself out or into just about any situation. The easy, dopey grin that plasters itself across his face and the sheer magnetic energy that he radiates outward draws people towards him very easily, and it isn’t uncommon for Tony to become the sort of friend that anyone would want to have—that board that people are able to bounce ideas off of and get open, honest replies in return. This charisma extends to his sexuality, as well, often resulting in Tony being rated as a relatively attractive young man, simply based upon his attitude. AFFECTIONATE Given that his childhood was rather starved of affection in general, Tony grew into a young man who strove for it constantly. Whenever he made a friend, it wasn’t uncommon for him to cling to them physically as well as emotionally, draping his ridiculously long body across someone, literally pinning them to the couch for the soul purpose of cuddling for an extended period of time. At the same time, this trait could very easily count as a negative one, seeing as Tony can often become overbearing and domineering in his physically affectionate tendencies. He’ll refuse to let go of someone, justifying his controlling gestures with a dopey grin and a little laugh, trying to make a game out of something that he views as rather serious on a subconscious level. With as physical as he is, some people can become a bit frightened if it proves to be too much, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. Even still, some people are able to recognize just how lonely he really is, simply based upon his reluctance to let go of someone. PARANOID Quite a few instances in his life have left Tony as a rather paranoid individual. He’s frightened of a lot of general situations, such as being with a small group of people, or being with one boy. Little noises make him jump, the sound of doors opening and shutting cause his skin to crawl, and when people wave any sort of pole looking thing about in the air, it isn’t uncommon for Tony to take quite a number of steps away. Very few people really notice his paranoid behavior, and that’s mostly due to his habit of plastering on a smile and barking out a laugh whenever he’s uncomfortable, effectively masking whatever ill feelings he may or may not have. Despite what people may think based on that outgoing façade, Tony is remarkably withdrawn from people, emotionally. It’s a very rare case that he’ll actually open up about how he really feels to someone, and if he does—they’re likely to get whiplash the moment he smiles, laughs, and goes on pretending that everything is okay. People are kept at arm’s length because of his inane fear, and it doesn’t appear as though he’s going to get over any of that any time soon. DECEITFUL To it simply, Tony is a liar. Not in a sense that everything that comes out of his mouth is untruthful and meant to wound someone, but in the manner that, if he believes the information will hurt someone, it’s rare that he’s going to share it. To protect his image as well as his vulnerability, Tony often lets out several fibs in a day, anything from a made up story about traffic to cover up general irritation to completely neglecting to mention the fact that he used to have family, at all. It takes someone truly aware of his personality and general body stance to realize whenever he’s lying (if someone were to watch his nose, they’d quickly realize that he flares his nostrils and sniffs with each untruth), but until they’re able to pin point when he lies and what he lies about, they’re pretty much doomed to suffering through every little lie. STUBBORN If there’s something that Tony doesn’t want to do, he’s not going to do it. This applies to anything and everything, from taking out the garbage to taking off his shirt—if he has it in his head that he’s not going to do it, he’s not going to do it. It would take the sky raining down hellfire and brimstone to change Tony’s mind, and often times, once people are exposed to just how mule-headed he is, it becomes that much easier for them to back away from him and reject the idea of a real and true friendship. Being stubborn isn’t necessarily always a bad thing, however, and that much is plainly shown by how fierce Tony can become when it comes to protecting those he cares about. This paired with his white lies means that he would literally go the distance just to make sure that a friend was okay. His methods may or may not be commendable, but they get the job done. ANGRY There’s a lot that Tony has to be angry about. After spending his childhood watching his father abuse his mother, only to then see Ron locked away for other crimes, Tony gleaned a healthy resentment for both of his parental figures, and the bitterness he felt towards his mother mixed with the unyielding love he had for her protection only served to confuse him even further, especially when Bleau was born. When it was discovered that his younger sister was autistic, Tony was pushed farther away from his mother’s protective arms, and that was when the abuse started to spill over onto him. It caused for even more resentment to pile up, even as he forced a smile and trudged through each situation, refusing to let on to just how miserable he was. After Ron was locked away, The White family struggled to remain in the inner cities until Tony was old enough to work, at which point they moved out to the country. The experiences out in the country only served to feed into his primal rage, locked away as it was. Now, years later, after his mother and younger sister are dead, there’s a lot of unresolved shit that Tony’s trying to get through. A lot of the time, he’s very angry. HISTORY MOTHER “Mama” Billie Tate White FATHER Ron Luis White BROTHERS Two half-brothers that are unknown to Tony. SISTERS Bleau Ray Anne White PETS Not applicable. OTHER Not applicable. THE STORY Age 0-7 |
Age 7-14[/u] After Bleau was born, the dynamics in the family shifted in a rather unpleasant manner for Tony. Rather than focusing on protecting her son, Billie spent the majority of her time trying to defend the new baby from her husband’s wrath, which most often resulted in Tony now taking the brunt of Ron’s aggressions, a fact that simply continued to feed into the anger he carried with him. Instead of expressing any of his anger, Tony bottled it all away, refusing to truly acknowledge just how bitter the entire situation was making him. The one time he revealed how miserable he was to Billie, his mother wound up weeping, and the sight of that presumably strong woman hunched over in tears was something that still sticks with Tony. That was the moment that he decided he simply wouldn’t share any of the bad things that went on in his life. If it made it easier, he would smile and pretend that things were perfectly okay. The more he pretended, the more at ease Billie seemed to be. At age ten, Ron was busted for selling drugs and aiding in the trafficking of foreign prostitutes, as well as second degree murder. Locked up for life, there was never any closure for Tony, but, rather than making it obvious that he dwelled, the young boy pursed his lips and just tried to keep his grades at a decent level.
Age14-18 Living out in the country was extremely different from living in the city. By that point in time, Tony’s flesh had already been painted with ink in such a manner that the members of the small town that he moved to were avoidant of him, marking him as a troubled youth. While Billie worked, her pay was not enough to keep them going, even in the trailer home that they lived in. While going to school, Tony worked two jobs, raking in as many hours as he could. Bleau couldn’t be left alone, however, and if the older women of the small town were unwilling or unable to watch her, it often meant that either Billie or Tony had to stay behind to look after the low functioning autistic girl. Life continued on in this strained fashion until Tony’s junior year, during which he became rather attached to a boy that went to his school. Tony had never made a habit of hiding his sexuality (the people of the town already avoided him as it was, and given that he had never really hoped to find a boy to be with, he wasn’t particularly fearful of what might happen), but the other boy kept himself hidden in that aspect. Finding himself alone in the locker room at school with a rather horny boy whispering various dirty things into his ear, Tony and the boy had waited until everyone else had left, and, after that, it wasn’t long before they found themselves in a sexual situation. Unfortunately, a few other boys returned to the locker room to find them in a rather compromising position, and instead of admitting to the mutual consent, the other boy cried rape. The group of boys dragged Tony out to the cattle ranch that one of the boys owned, and after beating him senselessly, they branded the word “FAG” lopsidedly between his hipbones. Shortly after, Tony dropped out of high school, and the Whites moved once again.
Age 18-24[/u] The move didn’t make things easier. If anything, things only became more difficult. When the next flu season struck, Billie found herself afflicted with a rather terrible case, and due to the low funds, they were unable to provide medical treatment for her. Rather than pushing the issue, Billie simply didn’t reveal how terribly she felt. One night, she simply went to sleep and didn’t wake up. When Tony found her after returning home from work, he called the emergency services. There was no money for a funeral, and, in the end, she wound up in an unmarked grave in a spare coffin that those at the morgue provided simply out of pity. Things became much harder when it was just Bleau and Tony. He juggled work and taking care of his little sister as best as he could, but, in the end, even this wasn’t enough. The strain of the years continued to wear on Tony as time passed, and one day, recently, in fact, he had simply forgotten to lock the door to the apartment behind him. He left for work, and it wasn’t until a good ten hours later when he returned that he found the apartment in a disarray, all of the valuables taken, windows smashed, and worse, in the kitchen, Bleau was crumpled up in a grotesque manner, legs spread obscenely, dark eyes still wild with terror, staring at nothing in particular, vomit curling up around her panties, which had been stuffed down her throat. Again, Tony called the authorities, and after he was escorted from the building, Tony walked up and down the street they lived on, eventually falling asleep on a park bench. The next morning, he went to work. It took two weeks to find another apartment.[/div]
BEHIND THE MASK
ALIAS boo
AGE seventeen
EXPERIENCE eight years
FOUND US referral
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OTHER CHARACTERS not applicable.
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The idea of dependency was something that Madison couldn’t even begin to understand. He had never once in his life gone to anyone for something that he needed. Instead, the young man had learned to fend for himself very early on in life, in fact—he took care of his mother’s needs; anything from buying her a pack of cigarettes to getting smacked around when he handed money to a strange, greasy looking man for Andrea’s darker vices. It was something that Madison had struggled with early on in the group home, what with the requirements for asking permission to do things. As far as Madison was concerned, he should have been able to waltz in and out of the group home as he pleased, he should have been able to smoke whenever and wherever he pleased, and if he wanted to drink a little bit (his tolerance for alcohol was not yet that of an alcoholic) then he expected to be able to do so.
Having to ask permission and go to people for anything and everything was an unfamiliar hassle, and his bad attitude had made that clear from the very beginning, as had his refusal to do so.
Relying on someone else wasn’t something Madison would have been able to do. Living in and out of foster homes and the group home was hard enough as it was, grating on his independent nature, trying to shave away at the rough stonework he had put in place to protect himself. Judging from his perpetually defensive and extremely abrasive nature, that grating sensation had done nothing other than irritate him. It was one of the reasons he established some form of dominance as quickly as he could whenever he had to enter a new household—the faster someone realized that they could not control him, the more likely it was that he would be sent back to the familiar environment of the group home. He had worked hard on shaping his monstrosity of a file to look like that of a juvenile delinquent; it was a reputation that had worked rather well in keeping potential foster parents running for the hills the minute the three ring binder that played host to his paperwork hit the desk.
Right up until Jack Wilson and Scott Rowe had stopped by, anyway.
This home was proving to be different from the ones before it, and it was a revelation that Madison was not entirely comfortable with. On the one hand, there was not an obvious sensation of someone prying in to his business. Neither Jackie nor Scott had sat him down to try and question him on every aspect of his life, but they also hadn’t simply left him to the wolves. Communication was still an awkward thing for Madison, a skill that he was most definitely infinitely crippled in, and anyone who tried to talk to him would have easily discovered as much. It took a rare person to get anything out of him—his antisocial and ridiculously defensive tendencies worked well in warding off potential friends and enemies alike.
It was strange, talking with Jackie.
It frightened Madison whenever he thought about how close the older man was getting, never mind that there was still a vast cavern between them. The blonde haired young man didn’t like the idea of someone knowing everything about him, and that was the main reason he had lied about his file. If people assumed he had deserved everything that had happened to him, whether they knew exactly what happened or not, it meant that they would never bother to look deeper in to everything, and they would never know exactly how helpless, lonely, and frightened that little boy had been each and every day of his life.
”Tell him he can back the fuck off any time, now. I’m not a duck, and he has no right to control me.” Madison’s tone had darkened even more than before, crooked nose wrinkling as he glanced away from Jackie whenever the older man stated that they were in it for the long haul. That was not the first time that that had been said; it had left Madison with a distinct it of resentment for those words. As it was, it was all the more reason to try not to be so open with the older man. When they sent him back, it would be less of a hassle. On the one hand, he wanted someone to know what had happened. He did not want to be the silent sufferer, the weak little boy that never spoke out about anything that had happened. On the other hand, people knowing terrified him
.It was why he flip-flopped so much with his new foster father. The slender older man arching his back in front of Madison was exactly the sort of person that could very easily peek into Madison’s psych and learn everything about him, but Madison was nowhere near strong enough to dredge all of that up and put it on display for the older man, never mind that it had the potential to give some sort of relief to the burdens he had been carrying. Instead, he smoked his worries away, and as of late, the burn of alcohol was becoming a little less intense and a little more inviting.
That worried him, too, but perhaps it was possible to drown all of it.
The idea was certainly appealing. “Any question,” Madison stated flatly, eyes narrowing as his arms crossed in front of him, still guarding himself from Jackie, never mind that the older man looked like the very opposite of threatening, what with the arched back and flowing locks of hair; Jackie’s posture had been entirely different not but a few moments before, the swift change left the primal aspects of Madison’s mind with a slight bit of whiplash, ”Hn. You have a choice between fucking a billy goat and being fucked with a trout. Which one would you opt for?” Judging from his tone and the way he tilted his head back, Madison fully expected that that question would put an end to the game before it had even started.
