&ithurtstoholdon; Stonewall Casey

[STONEWALL LEE CASEY]

STONEWALL LEE CASEY



IN THE DARKNESS I WILL FIGHT
to take us into the light

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS
Naz
AND I'VE BEEN FLOATING
AROUND THIS WORLD FO
R 15 YEARS NOW.
MY OTHER CHARACTERS
ARE non-existent, atm..

BECAUSE WHAT GOOD ARE YOUR EYES
if you won't be alright?

[/b] Stonewall Lee Casey
NICKNAMES: Stoney (Unfortunately), Confederate Kid, Teddy
AGE: Seventeen
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Questionable
MAJOR: History (I wasn't sure if the list of majors was a suggestion or not, but I figured UCLA would have a History department)
SORORITY/FRATERNITY: none
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AND IN ROUGH TIDES WE WILL DIVE
i will keep us alive

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Johnny Cash
Cigarettes, specifically Newports
History
PBS
His father
Rural areas
Liquor
Marijuana
Local libraries
Anthropology
Eating corn
Chess
Southern biscuits
Political science
Attractive domineering individuals
Playing the banjo
Politically decisive people
Civil War history
The South
His tiny hometown
DISLIKES:
Most modern music
Pretentiousness
His tiny hometown
His own indecision, political or otherwise
High school
His idiot teachers in high school
Public speaking
His mother who abandoned him
Itchy sweaters
Meat, especially fried chicken
Glottochronology (“But language doesn't change at a constant rate!”)
People who bother him about being an intellectual
People who bother him about being a poor Southern boy
Mean people
HOPES: Stonewall's main hope is to learn as much as possible about history and possibly raise the knowledgeableness of the people around him on the subjects he's passionate about. Besides that he hopes to make friends in college and have a pretty good time. He'd eventually like a girlfriend or something like that.
PERSONALITY:

He is not quite sure what makes him, him but it probably has something to do with his life experiences or whatever. If so, he is the smell of books in the library and the sound of teens drinking beer and saying vaguely philosophical things.

Stonewall finds that he is probably one of the few teenagers in the world that genuinely seem to like their fathers. He admits, his father is probably crazy, you can prove that with the simple point that...well, who names their kid Stonewall? Stonewall actually didn't realize that the Union won the “War Between the States,” until he was eleven, watching a PBS special on it. His father, a tobacco farmer, tended to lock him in dark sheds and or beat him when he got bad grades, yelling in half-crazed voice that “Goddamnit, do you want to end up like me? A goddamn poor farmer? Or your mother?” --this is when the boy would always wince-- “You can do better than this, Stonewall!” That was probably how Stonewall ended up skipping a grade, or getting beat up in middle school so badly he needed stitches or becoming valedictorian or at freaking UCLA on full scholarship.

All of this, you'd think, would make you into a clever interesting person, Stonewell hopes. Even Stonewall Jackson, his namesake, opened a Sunday school for Black people and taught them how to read. Things are never really what they appear, the seventeen year old boy figures. He desperately wants to be decisive and clever and liked, but he tends to be awkward and, well, a pushover. He's very academically gifted, but he's afraid to think outside the box. He is somewhat quiet, but he usually has some witty ironic thing to say if pushed. He hates being called cute, and being “friend-zoned,” as a friend once told him drinking beer in a rusty pick-up truck, but he finds he is apparently a 'cute' boy who lives in the friend-zone.
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ARMED WITH ONLY OUR SCREAMS
we held tight to our dreams

[/b] Hollywood dreams and broken hopes

RP SAMPLE:

When he was younger, John used to have a plan.

He was going to live in a large city, be a famous writer/singer and smoke a lot.

Before that, back in high school when he was called, “Johnny,” he just wished everyone (or just the girl he loved) to like him.

The girl killed herself, no-one liked him, city-life sucked, he wasn't famous, he had no more plans, but at least his dream of getting lung cancer was still up and running.

He leaned back on his chair, his dark hair a bit too long, falling into his eyes. His eyes were gray, and that somehow justified a slight feeling that he was slightly unique. He was a bit effeminate looking and thin. He didn't have a super-fast metabolism, he just didn't eat much. It was a lifestyle choice, or something.

John didn't know why he was here. That was the cold hard fact of it. Cold and hard made the boy (he was eighteen and didn't really view himself as a grown man) think of city sidewalks and the way the sky seemed to swallow everything and everyone on cold gray days. He wanted to believe there was something beyond this, somewhere better, but he knows by now this is a lie. Sometimes lies were nice, though, refreshing. But the truth, which was once again cold and hard, was that this place seemed like the type of place that some pretentious obnoxious hipster would go. In fact, judging by Mr. Purple Keds and Ms. I Smoke Parliaments in Coffee Shops over there, this probably was a hangout for hipsters and other people that John fucking hated.

In fact, that was probably why he was here, John reasoned with himself. He was the type of guy who would go to the movies and watch the people, or read an ex rated magazine because he thought it was funny. Maybe he was a sadist with words, but it was more like he was a masochist just picking at his own scabs.

John had a vague sensation he was sinking.
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LET'S SING A LULLABY TO OUR
days fought to survive

this application was create
d by CHLOEOATS of CAUTION 2
.0 the lyrics are thanks to the won
derful band Paper Play, and you
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[VANESSA MARIE ROCHESTER]

welcome!
he seems pretty interesting guy
please claim your celeb