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❝..damned if i do
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lJimin. Oh, Jimin. He is an interesting man. He is quiet, and prefers to not talk much. His words never usually come out the way he intends them to. He doesn't have a speech problem; no stutter or nervousness when around people. But, he becomes nervous. He gets his sentences worded wrong, and nothing but the truth falls from his lips. He considers it a curse, cause he can never make someone happy.
It's physically hard for him to smile, though on the rare occasion he does it. His father found out about his uality. Good thing Jimin was already halfway moved into his new apartment. The boy, on his eighteenth birthday, shared an innocent kiss with a friend. The other hadn't ever kissed anyone either, so during their freshman year of high school, they promised each other their first kiss. And the promise took flight. As Jimin's father walked in on them, he broke Jimin's jaw with one blow to the face, and nearly killed the other boy.
After months of recovery with screws, bolts, and wires in his face, Jimin finally got most of them taken out. He told the once always-giddy man that he should be allowed to smile, laugh, and talk without pain. But still to this day, even 6 months later, he is afraid to try.
He lost everything when he was banished from his home. His friends, his parents, possibly his first crush. He gags at the thought now, not believing in simple crushes and love. Not after the way his father showed him how much people can hate a so-called ''. His blood boils at the word, the last one he heard from the monster he once called his father.
He stays in his own home now, amongst his guns and knives. He doesn't know how the hobby of collecting dangerous items crawled into his mind. He possessed everything from a powerful bazooka to a hand-crafted knife from the early 1800s. Most likely the curiosity of weapons were forged from the fear of something happening to him again. He still isn't fully healed, and he would be damned if he allowed something to ever happen to him again.
Now, you're probably wondering where he was getting all this money from, correct? He is a famous a writer. Never showed his face before, but his pen name was well passed along among the tongues of all the living. Men, women, and every person in between. He mostly gives away his money to adoption agencies, though. He tips very well hen going out to dinner, and leaves large bills anywhere he feels like. His ego is far from shoved up his , since no one even know who he is. He believes it is for the best, though.
Hands have never touched him in a loving way. Perhaps that is a reason why he is so cold and shut off from the world and prefers to walk around in a black cloak and away from the sun.
After months of recovery with screws, bolts, and wires in his face, Jimin finally got most of them taken out. He told the once always-giddy man that he should be allowed to smile, laugh, and talk without pain. But still to this day, even 6 months later, he is afraid to try.
He lost everything when he was banished from his home. His friends, his parents, possibly his first crush. He gags at the thought now, not believing in simple crushes and love. Not after the way his father showed him how much people can hate a so-called ''. His blood boils at the word, the last one he heard from the monster he once called his father.
He stays in his own home now, amongst his guns and knives. He doesn't know how the hobby of collecting dangerous items crawled into his mind. He possessed everything from a powerful bazooka to a hand-crafted knife from the early 1800s. Most likely the curiosity of weapons were forged from the fear of something happening to him again. He still isn't fully healed, and he would be damned if he allowed something to ever happen to him again.
Now, you're probably wondering where he was getting all this money from, correct? He is a famous a writer. Never showed his face before, but his pen name was well passed along among the tongues of all the living. Men, women, and every person in between. He mostly gives away his money to adoption agencies, though. He tips very well hen going out to dinner, and leaves large bills anywhere he feels like. His ego is far from shoved up his , since no one even know who he is. He believes it is for the best, though.
Hands have never touched him in a loving way. Perhaps that is a reason why he is so cold and shut off from the world and prefers to walk around in a black cloak and away from the sun.
damned if i don't..❞
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This is Tiberius. He is the love of my life. Dont like dogs? off. My baby will eat your heart out <3
RPing with:
OOC:
- Poke me if you want
- Dont be annoying about it though
- Yes, I wanna rp with you! dont ask! Just drop a starter or whatever
- Put 'ilu' at the end of the message you wrote on my wall if you had read everything of mine and the rules.
- If not, then ;;. If you did, ilu forever, k?
- I do third and first. Whatever is cool for you
- Have a question? ASK!
- Jimin is a bit of a . Here I do not do unless i like your face and personality, ooc and ic
- I'm picky with that stuff, sorry <3
- sike the password thing is 'i love Tiberius'