Post by Julius C. Lawrence on May 26, 2013 5:22:28 GMT
Julius Clyde Lawrence
Hey, my name is... Julius C. Lawrence
But most call me... Clyde.... or Julius? I think Clyde would be more fitting in this day and age though...
If you want to, you can label me... bisexual
I've been on this earth for... seventy-one years
Which means I was born... August 15, 1942
I was bitten... when I was twenty-one years old
I'm a... local
And only a... writer that goes by the pen-name King, and on the side, a ghost writer too.
My eyes are... dark brown
And my hair is... naturally black but because... of personal reasons, and such- I dyed it a lighter brown
One could say... that its no secret that I exercise my body- its been a habit of mines since my days of playing football in highschool; even with my occupation of a writer, I still try to keep my body in shape and religiously take care of it. My height is around... 6 feet, maybe a bit more and I weight about 191 pounds give or take, depending if I been keeping up with my routine. Um... what else? My hair, because of my Asian descent, is black and rather easy to manage, and I have the inability to grow a beard sadly. People usually say my looks don't give way to my Korean features I gotten from my mother- but believe me, its there. You haven't seen me when my hair dye runs out and I don't cut my hair.
I'm normally seen wearing... casual style- my job doesn't require much of a dress attire. Really, I'm lazing in my jeans, comfortable shirt or sweats. No need to complicate or dress up frivolously, right?
And I supposedly look like... Julien Kang
All round, I'm... content with my life as it is and enjoying the simpler things in life. Sure, I might be as old as my wife and don't look a day over 21, but I'm still happy. Optimistic person, really. My imagination is also a major thing about my personality; if it isn't, how could I write? I detest violent and any sort of bias towards race/ethnicity, growing up in prejudice on myself because of my family tree. I can call myself a cultured person- in my years, I wander to many countries and place than I could count on ten fingers and toes, gathering up muse and just... so I can see the world. It is... or was, a dream of my wife to do so when we grown old. Sadly she did and I didn't. But pushing that aside. I fancy myself as having a empathetic person, and really, don't be afraid to bother me- be it to crash my little house after a night out or.. just need a friend, I'm there.
But another thing about me, I like to lie. Everyone has their vice- mines is, I can never be truly honest with another person. I just can't- its too... intimate. Don't get me wrong, I attempted changing this but... the fact of the matter is, I can't. So mark me down as a chronic liar. I can be a bit dull, especially when I'm more focus on my work. Drifting off and daydreaming are my hobbies, so bare with me- if your not talking about a serious matter, I'll probably have my thoughts wander off at one point or another.
I'm in love with... pizza, equality, a good book, rainy afternoons, American football and soccer (football), authentic Korean food, meat-filled samosa, the feeling of finishing a book or chapter in a story
Though I detest... racism, books he deem as trashy, when his cat claws at his furniture, pears, writer block and of course, when the team I'm rooting for in a major sport loses a game and feeding off of humans
But my best assets are... strength, cooking and writing
However my worst... at trying to make small talk- unless its a topic I like and keeping up with recent events other than the sporting kind
And I dream of... to watch over my daughter and her family, her grandchildren and their family, and so forth, until its time for me to go (or, being immortal, killed)
My life story... is something I prefer to bury and keep a layer of guilt over. Growing in the US during 40s wasn't the best of times- especially for us, non-whites. While I might appear more Caucasian than my Asian decent, when people found out about my mother, who was a first generation Korean-American... let's just say I wasn't the most popular kid. Despite the fact I wasn't in the least bit Japanese didn't matter- I was Asian and the enemy was Asian. So... I rest my case? People use to give my father a load of crap for marrying a "Jap" (though she wasn't), and in turn, gave me too. Only reason I was one of the few Asian left hanging around in my town of Michigan was because: a) though given crap for marrying an 'oriental', he was a war veteran from the first World War, thus being a small pride (grudgingly so) and b) we were not Japanese. So no Internment Camps for us.
But I still had to deal with the burnt of being what I descended from. Heck, even though it nearing the end of the war, my father given me a full on, inauspicious, American name instead of one that my mother and him decided beforehand (which would of been one Korean name and one American). It didn't help at all. It wasn't until I moved to South Carolina and learn the wonder of keeping my hair short would give my "American" features to be more prominent. Anyways, there's not much to be said about this chapter of my life, other than I joined my school's football team and meeting my life's sweetheart, Alicia. Really, she was my ideal woman- she was confident and boastful woman who was proud of natural, dark beauty. While I stood off and tried not to speak up about the unfairness of life we were given because of who we were born as, she shout at them from the roof tops and didn't stop. But of course, this didn't serve too well in our favor. Often than not, through highschool, both of us spent nights in jail because of her.... and honestly, I don't regret it.
So yeah, after highschool, though our jobs low-paying and we were living in my parent's house, we gotten married in the summer. Two years of marriage and a baby later, I turned twenty-one and moving up in the ladder of work at the pizzeria I worked at. Life was as good as it could be, we were in love and had a lovely daughter. But life doesn't like to be fair, does it? During a rainy, November afternoon- I don't remember exact details, other than pain and me somehow managing to get home, though in an almost drunken manner.
Then I changed.
It pains me to go into more detail- I'll just leave it at that. I left before my daughter's first birthday, and disappeared off the face of Earth. But I would never forget my family or my sweetheart, Alicia. True, I'm still a person and still succumb to lustful desires, no matter the gender- but I think my heart will forever be locked up by Alicia. To this day, I send my daughter checks whenever I can afford it, and though during my travels around the world, I always came back to my small town in South Carolina to watch her from a distance as she grows. But I don't I can do this forever. I heard about Northvale- it seems like a nice place to settle down for a bit and for once... feel more accepted for what I am? Hopefully...
I was born to... Richard and Yoon Lawrence
Not to mention... my wife(?) Alicia but she doesn't know I'm still alive, my daughter Natalie and my newly adopted cat, Socks, a hyperactive but lovable black-and-white kitty.
My ooc name is... Madhattress[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... 1 1/2 years :3
The Secret Word is... Halloween
Here's a little sample...See Ze's Bio
