Post by pax harlow on Jun 25, 2013 14:27:04 GMT
Pax Harlow
Hey, my name is... Pax Harlow
But most call me... uh…Pax? Or Paxman c:<
If you want to, you can label me... heterosexual
I've been on this earth for... 18 years
Which means I was born... October 30th
I'm a... resident abroad
And only a... a musician currently living abroad in NYC
My eyes are... blue
And my hair is... dark brown
One could say... I’m 6’2”, not really ‘skinny’ but not ‘fat’ either? My hair is usually a dark mess and varies in length but it’s never really at a length that can be considered ‘long’. I often leave shaving until my stubble gets dangerously close to being classed as a beard before I shave but…it looks sexy? :3
I'm normally seen wearing... casual clothing; jeans, tees, jumpers and sometimes wearing a beanie but if it's something important like a job interview then I'd wear smart-casual but there's no way I'll ever go and wear a full on suit.
And I supposedly look like... Josh Franceschi
All round, I'm... a guy that isn't afraid to take a chance. A leap of faith. I'm bold and sometimes a bit reckless and maybe because of those traits I can sometimes do things that are considered a tad bit stupid? But, if my actions are a mistake - I'll pay for the consequences knowing that at least I won't be sat wondering 'what if I hadn' taken the risk'. Yeah, I want to live life to the fullest. Live my life how I want to. Which- speaking of- is by making music. Music is my passion. I find where words fail to express how I feel- music never does.
I'm pretty easy-going, I love to joke and mess around, not taking life too seriously but without being too immature either. I can take a joke and am not afraid of taking the piss out of myself either. And like most teens I love to party, get ridiculously drunk and hate myself the next morning.
I'm not stupid. I don't like it when people think I'm stupid because I'm really not. I'm dyslexic. There's a fucking difference. I can't help the fact that words and numbers get mixed up and jumbled around in my head, that I find it harder to tell the time on analog clocks than on digital or 24 hour clocks and that I've got a bad short-term memory.
I've always struggled academically and it's never helped that I've always found it hard to keep my attention and focus on most subjects in school but if I sit down properly, away from distractions and really set my mind on something nothing can stop me from overcoming the obstacles.
This is another thing why I love music so much. Yes, sometimes when reading other people's music notes they get a little mixed up in my head, but it's not as bad as it is with all that other shit.
I'm a caring and compassionate guy. I'm what you could call a 'listener' I'll listen to people - and I mean really listen to people - without casting judgment. I'm always there for my friends if they need my help in any way, shape or form and if they're upset? I'll try and cheer them up with some light-hearted humor and if someone's hurt them whether it be physically, emotionally or mentally? I will end up confronting the person about it. I won't necessarily be violent because I'm more of a 'lover' than a 'fighter' but I will if push comes to shove. I guess that's another trait of mine, hey? I'm protective.
Another thing you should take note of is that I cannot fucking stand people doing or saying shit about me behind my back. You have something to say about me? Then say it to my face. And those who know me know what I mean about 'doing' things behind my back - cheating, double-crossing and all that shit no one wants in their life.
You do this these to me and you'll quickly earn my dislike or even hate and if I once trusted you and/or you are someone I considered a friend? You'll never earn that trust again and will lose my friendship for good. I don't need people like that in my life thankyouverymuch.
I'm in love with...
- Music
- Beanies
- Partying
- Alcohol
- Dogs
- Sleeping
- Food
- Films
- Transfiguration
Though I detest...
- Cheaters - in the sense on the person you’re with cheating on you with someone else. It's what broke my parents up and I’ve been in that situation and it sucks, especially when you thought you loved someone, y’ know?
- Maths
- Fakers
- Racism
- Mornings
- Bad breath
- Feet
- Seafood
But my best assets are... My musical talent - I sing, play the guitar and write my own music and I have a great sense of humor.
However my worst... my dyslexia – sometime it really frustrates me because sometimes I mix my words up when reading, maths fucks with my head and although I’d say I’m very good and talented with music sometimes I take longer to get my head around notes and…I can’t dance for shit? But won’t stop me from doing it and making a complete fool of myself but you only live once, right?
And I dream of... being a professional musician. Music is everything to me and it's one of the only things I'm really good at and genuinely love doing. Hell, I'm married to music. For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health 'till death do us part. Music will always be...well, my life.
My life story... I was born in a county called Surrey in England on October 30th 1994 to Malcolm and Arianna Harlow. My dad was a pureblood sorcerer who had very little to do with the fighting during the war and instead worked as part of the sorcerer sector that acted as liaison with human secret governments and was responsible making sure the supernatural world was kept a secret from the human majority. It was during his time in this job that he met my mum and after two years they married, a year later they had my sister, Venice and three years after that I was born.
When I was younger I was one of those kids that was always laughing, shouting and messing around, apparently I was always getting into trouble even as a baby? Always obliviously waddlin’ into danger with a smile on my face.
My mum was the one who introduced me to music and I remember clearly how she always used to dance to the Beatles, the Kinks and the Rolling Stones when she was cooking the dinner or washing the dishes. And my mum tells me that when I was younger I always used to pretend to play the guitar or sing which is why she and my dad put me into guitar lessons when I was six and apparently I took to the instrument like a fish to water.
My dad was often away a lot on ‘business’ so I usually spent more time with my mum which in turn meant I was always closer to her but I always looked up to my dad. Now, looking back I don’t see why but then? He was like a frickin’ hero to me and I will always remember that he was the one who always told me to “wear a smile and show respect” to others even if they did me wrong. He and my mum were also the ones that drummed into me that I should be a ‘gentleman’ when it comes to girls- treat them with respect.
In school, I always seemed to be slower at learning than others and I found it harder to focus in class. I was easily distracted and was one of those ‘jokers’ in class that messed around because of this, teachers just seemed to assume I was too lazy to put any real effort or time into learning and in some cases with other kids- they thought I was just stupid. No one really knew or understood that actually I just found things difficult. When reading the words and letters would jumble around in my head and in maths? It was even worse. But, I always had music and my parents always encouraged my belief that if I set my mind to something I could do anything and be anything.
Everything seemed fine with our family life really which is why it came to such a shock to my sister and I when our parent’s had an explosion of an argument which led my dad to pack his bags and leave and my mum in tears. I was ten at the time so I kinda understood that my parents had split then, but didn’t really understand why or even really properly thought about it.
My parents didn’t seem to speak at all until after that and I didn’t see my dad for a while after- during of which I developed my magic and my parents had an official divorce. For a year I heard nothing from him, then when he finally did regain contact it was usually on the phone but on occasion I’d see him and it was once during one of these occasions did I meet his new half-blood sorcerer girlfriend, Grace, who was pregnant with their child at the time. I didn’t really thing much of it.
It wasn’t long before he told me he was moving to New York City and asked if I wanted to join him because they had a well-respected school called New York School for Sorcerers (later changed to New York School for the Supernatural) where I could develop my magic.
Of course, being only twelve the idea of moving to ‘a big American city’ such as New York had my psyched. I pretty much begged my mum and although she was reluctant, she let me go.
Moving to NYC with my dad was pretty cool but at the same time weird because of his new girlfriend who was pretty much a stranger that seemed to be trying too hard to get to know me but school, school at first wasn’t that bad really. Within the first few days I met two guys that would soon become my best friends; Kadin and Reyes. They were both pureblood sorcerers, Reyes was in the same year as me and Kadin was in the year above but we just clicked completely over music and once the three of us hit it off we became as thick as thieves. It was also at NYSS that they found out the reason for my learning difficulties. I had dyslexia. In many ways I was kinda glad? Because it just went to show I wasn’t stupid and lazy and they gave me the help I needed but at the same time, it still doesn’t mean it didn’t sometimes suck.
By the time I was fourteen I was already going out partyin’ with the guys and getting wasted and it was at one of these parties that I first properly met Sarah. She was a sorceress that went to my school and was in a couple of my classes but we only just started talking and we got along pretty well, hell, who am I kidding? More than ‘pretty well’ because a couple of dates and weeks later we were boyfriend and girlfriend.
It was at the age of fifteen when, at another party, Kadin, Reyes and I met Pan Hearth a girl that was at one of the local human schools and you know what? Even back then she was a rad girl. Reckless. Just the kind of person the guys and I got along with and we did get along with her. We barely knew her but the four of us just happened, y’ know? We saw her several times after that, mostly at parties and even when she left New York we kept in contact with her and have seen her a few times since. Now, she's like a frickin' sister to me.
Things were good for the next couple of years really. By the time I was seventeen I was head over heels for Sarah, we’d been together for three years and well, I was in love with her. Kadin and Reyes had become like bothers to me. Even though I lived with my dad I barely spoke to him because he was away so much but I was okay with that because life was good.
Everything changed though. I noticed Sarah was just behaving…different. I didn’t know what it was at first but then one of her friends told me she was cheating on me with some guy from a different school. At first I chose not to believe it…but then, it began to make sense and when the realization came over me god it hurt. Like…really fucking hurt. I broke up with her because that was just something I couldn’t forgive. I couldn’t even look at her and the whole thing did leave me cut up for a bit.
A few months after my break up, Vienna came to visit for a few weeks and it was during her visit and when we were talking about what happened between Sarah and I did my sister let slip what really what really happened with our parents; dad had cheated on mum with Grace.
I went absolutely mental and as soon as he came home I confronted him about it. How could he do that to mum? We were all so happy, our family had been great…how could he ruin it all? How could he leave us? Mum. Vienna. Me. He just gave us all up for another woman? Again, that hurt. I felt cheated all over again and the light I saw my dad in completely changed. I barely spoke to my dad after that or Grace but I couldn't just not speak and love my four year old sister, Lily anymore she's way too sweet. But I wanted to hate my dad, I really did but it was hard because even though he was no longer that hero I looked up to he was still the man that told me to respect others.
I moved out a few months later and moved into an apartment with Kadin and Reyes and haven’t spoken to my dad ever since but I do see little Lily on occasion. And although it was a little rough for a while with everything that had happened, with a little help from my friend and venting through music...I slowly returned to my old self and realized life’s too short to be stuck in a rut over things that have happened. What’s done is done and all that shit.
I was born to... Malcolm Harlow and Annette Winters
And also live with... Venice (22), Lily (6)
Not to mention... Yoda, a one year old male Boston Bull Terrier
My ooc name is... Tof[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... 2 years
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
