Post by zachary mark flaherty on Jan 30, 2010 22:00:38 GMT -5
Zachary Flaherty
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
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• Getting to Know You... •
What's Your Name?
Zachary Mark Flaherty
Nickname(s)?
Zach. Do not call him by his full name.
Birth Date
December 11th, 1993, 16 years old
Birth Place
Berlin, Germany
Religion
Atheist
Sexuality
straight
Grade
Junior, 11th but is thinking about dropping out
Hobbies/Intrests
playing guitar
Talents
guitar, singing (though he doesn't sing unless he feels the need to, which is rarely)
Flaws
cooking, dark past, doesn't open up to people at all.
Personality
Zach is a very stubborn guy. When he doesn't want to do something, he will not do it. He barely listens to people if they are annoying, or talk a lot. He doesn't care about a lot of things, including his health. He's a smoker, and doesn't really think about getting cancer. When he dies, he wants to go out with a bang. Like a car crash or something like that. He doesn't want to be forgotten about. Music is mostly his life.
He loves piercings, and thinks that they are cool. He doesn't have great balance, but loves to skateboard anyway. He doesn't care. Its just they way he is. If your bore him, he will walk away from you. He's also really rude. He will cut into what your saying and will talk. He just doesn't care what you think about him. He can be a real asshole when he wants to be, so if he's an ass to you, just know that its just the way he is.
He's a cutter, he cuts himself when he;s distressed or really angry. He can't control they way he is. He can't take it when you scream at him, he ends up screaming back and locking himself in a room and taking out something sharp and cutting himself.
Zach is extremely smart, but he doesn't try. He doesn't bother trying in school, and only gets straight c's. He doesn't really care about school. He also barely talks. He doesn't see reason to talk, if no one wants to listen to him. He pisses a lot of people off when he doesn't talk and they want him to, but he knows that they won't really care what he is saying and that they just want to hear him talk.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes: guitars girls, cake, frosting, fog
Dislikes:
Style
emo
Other Information He's got snakebitess
• Family Life... •
Parents
ADOPTED PARENTS: Tristan Flaherty, 38, Layer. Megan Flaherty, 36, nurse
Siblings
noen
Close Relatives?
naaaaah
Past
He lives with Megan and Tristan, his adopted parents that love him dearly.
» HISTORY • Zach was born in Germany, though he was given up after a month with his parents because they just couldn't handle him. They were only seventeen when he was born. They gave him to Tristan and Megan Flaherty, who both love him very much. He moved to Boston when he was only five. He lived there for a while, till he was fifteen. He was always the kid being picked on, and bullied. His parents know that he was bullied, but Tristan couldn't change jobs.
When Zach was about seven, they told him that he was adopted, though he had already figured it out. Since they were both blond and he had very very dark black hair and looked nothing like them at all. He took it okay, but he was angry that his real parents gave him away. He though that he was nothing to anyone. Which was the case when he was in school. When he was thirteen, he started to cut himself, finding that it was the only way to find relief in himself. He never told anyone, and he still doesn't. He just tells most people that he fell because he doesn't want people to judge him for being someone that cuts.
When he turned sixteen, the moved to Hampton. because Tristan's job moved him there. He doesn't mind Hampton, but its all to bright for him, and he just thinks that is not a good place to grow up. Though, he doesn't complain. When he moved though, Megan found him after a month after the move, in the bathroom with a razor and his wrist bleeding. He was in a lot of trouble, but after he explained they had to understand that it was just something that he did. He wasn't going to stop, since they knew that he was as stubborn as ever.
When he moved, however, he found that smoking was another thing that calmed him down. He doesn't know why but it does. He knows that Tristan hates it when he does smoke, and he screams at him when he does because they don't want to see Zach dying before he is thirty. They love him to much to see that happen. Though, they all know that he won't quit because he loves to piss Tristan off. He has been pissing them off since he was three. They still can't understand why Zach barely speaks though. He will talk, but its not for a very long time. He will answer you, but his voice doesn't go on. Its strong, and deep, but he just doesn't use it a lot. He doesn't see reasons to talk if no one is willing to listen to him. His parents know that he's extremely smart, and would get into very good collages if he tried enough to, but he just doesn't bother to.
• RolePlay Example... •
ach rolled his eyes at her. He sneezed again. He really did feel like crap. But he wouldn't tell her anything. He wasn't going to tell her he felt like shit because then she would worry a bout him and annoy m. And she would take Chloe out too. he didn't need anyone to take care of him. Only when he was so sick that he wasn't able to get out of bed. And that was when Garrett was still around. Garrett was probably Zach's best friend. Even if the boy did knock up Eliza and wanted Zach. He shuttered at that thought. He missed Garrett.
It was kind of obvious that Zach stopped listening and was thinking about something. he looked up as she walked away. "I don't know. I would be sad if you did." He said. He was just kidding. He knew that she loved him a lot more any other thing inth e world. Or so that he hoped so. He smiled and nodded. "No Thank you." He said. He didn't like the taste of hot chocolate, and he always burned himself when he drank some. It was horrible. He didn't like it at all. He let her sit back down and lay her head on his shoulder. "I bet it is." He said.
He watched her get up. "Where are you going?" He asked, but she already shutting the door. He sighed again and looked at the TV. He leaned back on the couch and flipped throught the TV channels. Nothing good was on. He turned off the tv, and got up. Chloe got up too and followed him into the kitchen. He made himself another cup of coffee. He leaned on his burned hand, and winced. He had forgotten that it was burned. He looked at the clock. It was about noon now. And he was hungry.
He looked around and went into the fridge to find something. He found lettuce, bread, butter, cheese, tomatoes, and a few other things. He took them out and set them on the counter. He threw together the sandwich and looked down at Chloe. she was begging for his food. He sighed and told her to wait. He took a bite out of his sandwich and walked to the other side of the counter. He knelled down to the cabinets there, and he took ouut the cup of dog food. He took her bowl and filled it with dry dog food, then dumped a can of food into the bowl before getting up. He told the dog to eat, which she did.
He took another bite of his food before he sat back down on the couch. He watched as she walked back out. He kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her and smiled. "It's fine." He said. He kissed her again. "You really like that tree don't you?" He said. He smiled at her. He pulled her into his lap and rested his head on her shoulder. "Merry Christmas, Love." He said softly into her ear. He turned her head with his hand and kissed her lips softly. He smiled in the kiss and didn't let her pull away. He wanted to kiss her, and he didn't want her to pull away. At all.
It was kind of obvious that Zach stopped listening and was thinking about something. he looked up as she walked away. "I don't know. I would be sad if you did." He said. He was just kidding. He knew that she loved him a lot more any other thing inth e world. Or so that he hoped so. He smiled and nodded. "No Thank you." He said. He didn't like the taste of hot chocolate, and he always burned himself when he drank some. It was horrible. He didn't like it at all. He let her sit back down and lay her head on his shoulder. "I bet it is." He said.
He watched her get up. "Where are you going?" He asked, but she already shutting the door. He sighed again and looked at the TV. He leaned back on the couch and flipped throught the TV channels. Nothing good was on. He turned off the tv, and got up. Chloe got up too and followed him into the kitchen. He made himself another cup of coffee. He leaned on his burned hand, and winced. He had forgotten that it was burned. He looked at the clock. It was about noon now. And he was hungry.
He looked around and went into the fridge to find something. He found lettuce, bread, butter, cheese, tomatoes, and a few other things. He took them out and set them on the counter. He threw together the sandwich and looked down at Chloe. she was begging for his food. He sighed and told her to wait. He took a bite out of his sandwich and walked to the other side of the counter. He knelled down to the cabinets there, and he took ouut the cup of dog food. He took her bowl and filled it with dry dog food, then dumped a can of food into the bowl before getting up. He told the dog to eat, which she did.
He took another bite of his food before he sat back down on the couch. He watched as she walked back out. He kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her and smiled. "It's fine." He said. He kissed her again. "You really like that tree don't you?" He said. He smiled at her. He pulled her into his lap and rested his head on her shoulder. "Merry Christmas, Love." He said softly into her ear. He turned her head with his hand and kissed her lips softly. He smiled in the kiss and didn't let her pull away. He wanted to kiss her, and he didn't want her to pull away. At all.
• RolePlayer... •
Name
Joey
Experience
four years, with many sites.
I've been staff on a lot of site too, and currently run my own site.
Rule Phrase
Justin Beiber is is a Hollywood Tragedy.
