TRELL, lawrence donnie-jude.

[elLIE]

LAWRENCE DONNIE-JUDE TRELL

Boo! My name's Ellie, I've been around for about 17 years, and have been RPing for 2. I found Ghost Town via I gave admin-pants the damn inspiration spark puh-lease., and I shall haunt it for the rest of eternity... MOAHAHHA!

IS IT BRIGHT WHERE YOU ARE?

So, my birth given name is Lawrence Donnie-Jude Trell, but my friends call me Lars, Larsy, sometimes Donnie. I was born on October 31, 1985, and am now 24 years old. My hometown is New York City, New York, my families Italian, go figure! I currently make money at the Tattoo Shop as a tattoo artist and owner.

AND HAVE THE PEOPLE CHANGED?

You probably want to know what I look like, right? Well tons of people say I resemble Frankie Iero a lot! If you don't know who he is, then let me break it down for you. The hair iskinda long, gets dyed and cut often, but primarily unkept and naturally dark brown. Hazel colored eyes, that fluctuate between a more brown to an apple green, then there's the muddle candy apple color. They've got a weird black rim, that makes 'em seem cat-like.. Around 5'5", and then 142lbs. My clothing style though is, pretty casual, with jeans, cargo shorts and t-shirts. I grew up with punk roots though, so it's kinda more alternative. I have some/no body mods: tattoos, xxx xx xxx x xxx, my lip, nose pierced; ears gauged slightly..

DOES IT MAKE YOU HAPPY YOU'RE SO STRANGE?

I like: smoking, reading, listening to music, horror, gore, driving, sleeping, cuddling, piercings, traveling, alcohol, coffee, tea, tattoos. But I really dislike being uptight, being rushed, close-mindedness, screaming kids, regrets, petty grievances, idiots, country music. I'm pretty rad at driving, lying, using my common street sense, not being easily fooled, having grown up in New York, having had incidences that exceeded his lifetime, but a lot of people say I don't excel in physical combat, have a slight substance abuse problem, and can't hold a relationship all too well although I'm working on it. Oh well! I have these terrible habits like smoking, drinking, nail biting, putting my hand through my hair, twiddling with my facial piercings. Wanna get me in the mood? Because I really like: a good sense of humor, darker hair, hot but curvy body, confidence, class, piercings, tattoos. You won't be seeing me again if you are an idiot, a snore fest, trash, arrogant, ugly, too conservative, clingy, though, so watch it. I'm kinda terrified of falling, losses, spiders, bad memories, though, so don't tell anyone. I guess for my general personality someone would say:

“ Although he may seem a little rough around the edges, what with the tattoos and the piercings, Lars is quite the nice guy upon first meetings usually. He was infact raised with manners and remembers his P's and Q's. However, he won't hesitate to curse in front of you, given it's at an appropriate setting... most settings. He grew up in New York, cut him some slack! Profanese is the second language. However, he does give a good laugh with it, so what the hell right?

With friends Lars is a tease. Not in the smutty sense, but he'll toss you're nerves around over light conversation. The Profanese comes out like a wild animal with the friends, specifically. Despite his ability to lie, he'll avoid it with those he actually trusts, and remain as loyal as a fucking collie dog. He isn't exactly the 'manliest' of men, and believes that containing the emotions thing is bullshit. But that's what girl-friends are for. No, he's not a PMSing vagina and goes around having mood swings, but he isn't some idiot who keeps his feelings to himself all the time.

Lars doesn't like having enemies. Not when he's the one being preyed upon at least... He'll give any mother-fucker a piece of his mind if things go past the point of not giving the fuck ass the time of day. And if that doesn't work? Well a black eye for the both of them is always an option. To be quite honest, Lars doesn't like having enemies because who knows when they'll die and who knows who they'll want to haunt? Turning the other cheek is never an option, Lars won't take anyone's shit. Revenge is sweet. But, on the other hand, once that payment is over, he rarely holds grudges. He just simply wont associate with you ever again.

Ah, lovers. Lars tries. He really does. It's not the fact that he can't keep a girl for long, and don't get him wrong... he will have the occasional man-toy here and there. But as far as real relationships go, mostly women. But Lars keeps an official partner for an expense of years... there are just long gaps of odd friends-with-benefits-relationships in between those years. And everyone gets disappointed when another girl goes. He's not entirely sure what it's about, but he just let's it rest at the fact that he hasn't found the one. He really is a passionate lover though, when he truly knows he loves someone, he never loves half ass like. At the same time, he's not a clingy guy, so it's cool.”

AND IN YOUR DARKEST HOUR,
I HOLD YOUR SECRETS FLAME.

So I already told you where I was born, NYC, NY, but not about my parents. My first parent's name was Rita Annette Trell Capello she did many minimum wage jobs, but preferred her being a clothing designer for her own personal boutique for a living, the second, Andrew Davide Trell, was in a failed band, then owned a record store, also working as a tattoo artist sometimes. I didn't have siblings. The whole story? Well... it goes a little something like this:

“Lawrence Trell was born on a cool October night in 1985 in the busy city of New York. His parents were the very unconventional, to put it plainly. What with his father a musician with sleeves of tattoos after serving in 'Nam, Rita with her odd style and sass, both of the individuals having participated in the Punk Revolution. At the time of his birth though, mostly settled down, clean from all substances, and financially alright. They never, thankfully, morphed into the American-apple pie family. His mother was a clothing designer for a independent boutique, sometimes getting requests from the big money makers of Wall Street for her different appeal. His father was an aspiring musician in a band that went absolutely nowhere, later owning a record store and working part-time at a tattoo shop, not so much as an occupation other than a hobby. His parents let their son decide most morals and beliefs for himself, under some rein until he got things totally figured for himself. However, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and Lars kept most of their beliefs for himself regardless.

The couple wasn't married when their son was born, and stayed a free union until he was the age of 8. The wedding was small and lovely, Lars being the cute little ring bearer, it was all good and well for 4 more years.

Until things began to go sour, whatever happened, an affair, disrespect, the lowering finances, all put together, the two began speaking of divorce, Lars was then a preteen, able to absorb, but not understand. His parents would continuously approach him with news of splitting, but then be dandy in a weeks time asking if he'd like to head to Cony Island with some friends. This back and forthness began to destroy Lars's outlook on marriage and trust. He still had faith and trust with some people, but certainly not with his parents. They finally divorced when he was 13, Lars couldn't be more happy.

The happiness ended, however, when news got out his mother had gotten custody. And that he'd only be seeing his father once every month for a week, if he was lucky.

The boutique his mother had was owned by his father, and legally was still in his rights. Abandoning her dream she ventured out to get a double shift of waitressing and secretary to keep up with finances for both her and her son. Leaving little time for attention of any kind with the shrunken family of two.

High school wasn't much to brag about. Lars became addicted to smoking and had dabbled in enough drugs by his sophomore year. Things that would easily come back to bite him in the ass later. His mother was rarely around, leaving the city to himself, having no disciplinary or guidance as an adolescent. It was a wonder he never got arrested on something major or joined a gang. But alas, Lars was simply the bad ass outcast. And he was smarter than that.

With finances declined yet again, Lars and his mother were forced to move from their Manhattan apartment, to an older apartment complex in Brooklyn. It was there Lars began experiencing his first ever paranormal activity. Of course he was scared shitless, but he was also intensely intrigued... and half convinced he'd successfully smoked the brains from his head.

Once he had raised more enough money from a few odd end jobs, Lars bid farewell to his mother and made way to Savannah, the most haunted city in America.”

WE CAN WATCH THE WORLD,
DEVOURED IN IT'S PAIN.

That's it? Wow. I guess I'll be on my way then... but before I go, if I get accepted, I would love to be placed under TAPS MEMBER. Thanks!

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