Post by christopherellis on May 6, 2013 14:35:10 GMT
christopher gabriel ellis
Hey, my name is... Christopher Gabriel Ellis
But most call me... Chris, Kissy
If you want to, you can label me... heterosexual
I've been on this earth for... 17 years
Which means I was born... 4th June
I'm a... student
And only a... 4th year
I have power over... metal
My eyes are... brown
And my hair is... brown
One could say... I'm good-looking, and I have a earring in my left ear that I made myself.
I'm normally seen wearing... things that I feel comfortable in.
And I supposedly look like... Chris Carrabba
All round, I'm... switching to third person.
Christopher Gabriel Ellis. A beautiful name for a beautiful person, and what an exceptionally beautiful person he is-- although the contary could most likely said for him inside. Having had grown up in a family full of uncannily beautiful people, Christopher realised from an early age how important a role beauty played in life. Because beauty was everything, right? Of course it was; otherwise, why would a person's beauty be spalashed all across their face and body like that? And what's 'inner beauty' got to do with it anyway? Everyone knows that's just something that people say to make themselves feel better.
He really does believe in this, though, and his entire personality-- or personalities-- and life has been built around these strong 'values' that he holds close to his heart. Beauty is always number one for Christopher, and everything else comes after. To Christopher, a person's personality doesn't matter half as much as their looks, simply because-- well. No one can be prettier inside than they are outside, right?
And so Christopher has two sides. The side that comes out when he's around pretty people, and the side that comes out when he's around people he doesn't like. When he's around people that he enjoys spending time with, he's the perfect guy-- amicable, sweet, caring, a touch sassy, and a lot of overwhelming kindness. His "nice side" is tenacious and stubborn and headstrong but in a loveable way, equable, chatty, and easily over-excited-- but when he's around people he doesn't like, which can also be split into two groups (ugly people and people who, for some reason, don't have confidence in themselves), he's a bully.
Not a physical bully, but one who likes to get under your skin and tear your sense of self-worth apart. On the surface he might seem perfectly amicable, but on the inside, you can rest assured that all Christopher is feeling towards you is complete and utter disdain. When you're crying alone in a toilet cubicle, Christopher might seem like the kind (and gorgeous) guy who comes in and makes everything better with his beautiful smile and even more beautiful personality, but that's not true. Because while he might stick out a hand for you to grab onto so that he can pull you up, you have to remember that he's only doing it because he wants to be your friend. A friend who he can make feel worse about themselves when he's feeling down. A friend that he's only friends with because he knows, and wants to make sure that he's always going to be better than you.
His obsession with beauty also appears in his craft, which he's obsessive and perfectionistic about.
I'm in love with... pretty things! Metal, jewellery, smoke, and cool stuff
Though I detest... ugly people. People with no confidence. People who stutter. People interrupting me when I'm working. People who criticise my work just because they like being mean.
But my best assets are... having an eye for beauty and an even temper.
However my worst... my low tolerance for ugly/annoying people, and my unreasonableness.
And I dream of... to be a world-class jewelry designer
My life story... starts back when I was still living with my family, I suppose. They never approved of me, even when I was a small child. It isn’t so much that they didn’t love me, because they did—they loved me tons and I was basically showered in copious amounts of love. It was wonderful, but at the same time, suffocating.
My parents only ever wanted the best for me. Unfortunately, their idea of the “best” was for me to follow in my father’s footsteps and become a toymaker—which I knew I wasn’t interested in since I turned 6 and spent half a day in my father’s workshop making jewellery for the dolls there. Being a toymaker was considered a nice, practical and safe career, though, but being a jewellery maker—well, let’s just say that most metal borea don’t see the need to wear jewellery. It’s too unpractical for them, I suppose. And while I craved for my parents’ approval, I also didn’t want to give up my dream, especially a dream for which I seemed to have been born with natural talent for. The delicate curls and strong metalwork of jewellery called out to me, and I became obsessed.
There is no other way to describe how I felt about making jewellery than obsessed. To describe it any other way would be me deceiving myself, and it’s not like being passionately obsessed is something to be ashamed of. I spent all my time designing new jewellery, stealing metal from my father’s workshop to make the most elaborate of designs. Some of these didn’t work out, but I didn’t allow myself to get discouraged. I started making necklaces in class, bracelets during lunch, and nothing would tear me away from metal, not even family dinners or funerals.
And since I wasn’t actually being subtle about it, my parents quickly found out what I was doing. To say that they weren’t happy would be an understatement—they weren’t only displeased with my dream and hobby, but they were also horrified and disappointed. Making jewellery was hardly something glamourous, especially in the kind of society which we lived in, and the fact that I’m male made it even harder for them to accept. Males were supposed to do… well, more masculine things such as toy-making or weapon-crafting, not jewellery-making. That was something that only the most bored of girls did. They didn’t chase me out when they found out, though. They tried to persuade me to stop, introducing me to all sorts of different types of craft, and making me spend more time than ever with my father in his workshop, but I just couldn’t stop making jewellery. Toys were wonderful and delicate and fun to make, but they just… didn’t feel the same to me.
My twin brother Max has always stood by me, though. He’s the more practical of the two of us, but he’s also more… real, I suppose. He’s easily-accepted wherever he goes and while I’m not particularly antisocial, I already know that it’s going to be really weird without him around. We used to hang out with what people might classify as the “popular group”, you see. We used to make fun of people we didn’t like and walk all over people, and I think that after I was revealed as a jewellery-maker, the only reason why they didn’t just completely stop talking to me was because of Max. I’m pretty sure they couldn’t stop talking about me behind my back, though. Even my then-girlfriend, Samantha, thought my hobby was a tad weird and constantly tried to persuade me to stop. Eventually we broke up.
And so when I heard that Northvale Academy was open to borea, I packed all my stuff, told my parents and Max that I was going to a boarding school, and left with no regrets. I still do miss them, but I’m planning on finding myself here in Northvale where I don’t have my parents or my neighbours constantly checking up on me, wondering what “that jewellery-maker boy” is up to. In Northvale, I’m planning on being just me.
I was born to... Richard and Mary Ellis
And also live with... my twin brother, Max Ellis
My ooc name is... Cy[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... ’bout a year, I think, maybe a year and 3 months
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
