Post by brendon cohen on Mar 18, 2011 4:58:42 GMT -10
Brendon Boyd Cohen
[/sub]
out of character *
your name ,, Russ!
other characters ,, Not yett.
how did you find us? ,, Akio, Lee, ex-ravencorre member.
the basics *[/sub]
full name ,, Brendon Boyd Cohen
nicknames ,, Bren, or Bden.
gender ,, Male.
birthdate ,, April 12.
birthplace ,, Summerlin, Las Vegas.
sexuality ,, ...Don't tell anyone, but I'm gay. In the closet. I like boys. Sure, I'm nice to girls, but I just don't find interest in them. No one knows though.
age ,, Seventeen!
year ,, This is my second year here.
major ,, Music! I love everything to do with it. I'm always playing guitar, or piano, or singing. Making music, it keeps my mind off of things.
appearance *[/sub]
hair color ,, My hair is dark brown, really dark brown. It's kind of flippy but not over the top, and I don't like when it gets too long, although I will grow it out a bit.
eye color ,, Hazel.
face shape ,, What can I say? I have the face of Brendon Urie. Look almost exactly like him. Funny, huh?
height ,, 5'7". I'm not super tall, but I like being the height I am.
weight ,, Not very heavy. 110? 115? I have a high metabolism, what can I say?
body type ,, Skinny. I don't know why my metabolism is so fast, but I can eat like a cow and not gain a pound!
some people say i look like ,, Brendon Urie. I look just like him. Weird.
write it out ,,
I suppose you can say I'm a little bit of an oddball. I don't really fit in anywhere, but I don't really need to. Not a lot of people talk to me anyway, unless I'm close friends with them. I don't really mind what I look like. Some days I'll wake up and say, "Oh God my hair is a mess!" and spend an hour trying to fix it. Other mornings, I'll roll out of bed and be on my way. I'm not the kind of guy to fret about clothes, I've had the same wardrobe for the last three years, but that doesn't mean I wear the same thing every day. Usually skinny jeans, dark, and some sort of band tee, because that's pretty much what sums me up. A musical kind of guy. I like flannels too, and sometimes to spice it up I'll wear something fancy, like a polo or something. But always skinny jeans. I can't see myself being the kind of guy to wear my belt below my knees like those gangsters. In fact, those kind of people kind of creep me out.
Shoes are important, but I only have one pair, my classic black slip on Vans. Vans? Like the skateboard shoes? Yep, those. I skateboard too, did I mention that? Skate shoes are essential. I had a lip piercing, but I took it out because I thought it didn't really fit me. I'm kind of laid back, not one of those attention-hoggers. Mostly, I don't throw myself into any genre. I'm just me. Just Brendon Cohen.
personality *[/sub]
Personality? Oh gosh, where do I begin? I guess I'll start with what I'm not. I'm not a loud guy. I will never walk up to someone new and start a conversation with them (mostly because I'm a little afraid they would ignore me, or make fun). I don't like being left out of groups, but I usually am because not a lot of people like hanging around with me. I guess it's not too bad. I mean I have a few friends, and that's all I need, right? Instead of people, I surround myself with music. Play guitar all the time. If I'm not playing guitar, I'm playing piano. If I'm not playing piano, I'm playing drums. If I'm not playing drums, I'm skateboarding. My mind has that silly mind set that it has to be doing something at all times, or I'm left in a puzzle of confusion. Who likes to sit in the dark and sulk about whats on their mind? Deffinately not me. If I find myself worrying about things, I occupy my mind with something else.
I'm not the kind of person to make fun of anyone else. I hate that bully crap- I guess because I'm usually a victim of it. I mean, I'm skinny, kind of short, deffinately not the kind of person to stand up for myself. Hell, I try not to acknowledge people when they make fun of me. Instead I try to leave the situation. Unless they decide they want to get physical. Yeah, I've had my share of fights. I don't fight back.
I am a sweet person, I guess. When I know someone isn't going to judge me, I'll be openly their best friend. Anyone can tell you that. It's either "Oh, Brendon? Thats the sweetest boy I've ever met!" or, "Oh, Brendon? That little fag is going to get his ass kicked." I can't really help that. And I guess I don't really care. As for personality itself, I guess people might say I'm a little quiet. I like "reserved" better.
a deeper perspective *[/sub][/i]
loves ,, I love music, guitars, pianos, drums, any kind of instrument I can get my hands on. Eating, I eat all the time! Reading, because I can get lost in any book I put my mind in. Coffee, because I have a slight addiction. Boys, but shh, no one knows that. Is it bad to have a crush on another boy? Raspberry Cheesecake- self explanatory. Most of all, hanging out with my true friends. Oh, and skating.
hates ,, I hate blood. The taste of it, the smell of it, and the sight of it. I hate when people bully others, especially me. I hate being beat up. I hate needles- too many trips to the hospital does no good. I hate thunderstorms- way too scary for me, and too loud. My parents views on life- not my parents, but their aspects, and the way they raised me. When people try to be someone they're not- why ruin yourself for someone else? Depression. Who doesn't hate it? It can eat at your soul. Vegetables- I was never a healthy child. And being ignored. No one likes that.
flaws ,, Sometimes if I am left alone with nothing to do, I start to think too much, and when I think too much, I get upset. When I get upset... I used to cut myself. Stopped, but you can't erase scars. I was also anorexic for a short period of time- but not anymore.
secrets ,, I'm in the closet- god forbid if anyone ever figured that out. And I'm an ex-cutter. Or current. I dunno, it's been a few weeks.
fears ,, Being beaten to death, and being shut out from everyone's lives.
quirks ,, I absolutely hate when people purposely bring down other people. And even though I've never been in one, I'm positive that I would be the "girl" in the relationship. I want the need to be protected, because I certainly couldn't protect anyone.
blood relatives *[/sub]
father ,, Andrew Cohen, 47, deceased.
mother ,, Mary Cohen, 46, minister.
siblings ,, N/A
parental status ,, Married, but my dad is dead.
pets ,, I used to have this real cute dog... but he passed away.
other family ,, My friend Ryan's family was pretty much my own when my parents threw me out. They were great.
other information ,, N/A
into the past *[/sub][/i]
Well, lets see here. I was born in Las Vegas, and I guess you could say my family was pretty well off. My dad, Andrew, was a great guy, for a while. At least until he started drinking, but I was about seven when that started happening. My mum was sweet, but she was the religious kind of mother, where everything referred back to Jesus and God and all of that. I was never really religious, but she always dragged me to church, since I was in diapers. When I started growing up and didn't want to go to church, she complained and snapped at me until I would. We were a semi-normal, happy family. My dad was a carpender, and he worked most of the time, until he started coming home drunk at night. My parents started fighting a lot... I remember on my eighth birthday, my mom handed me a bar of chocolate and said, "Go to your room and play sweetie, I have to talk to your father". Of course I did. I went upstairs, dug into that sweet Hershey bar, and started watching my favorite cartoon.
That night got pretty bad. I wanted presents, cake, and ice cream (I was eight, what did you expect?) But every time I came out of my room my mom would tell me to go back, and then I would continue listening to screaming and slamming all night. That weekend I was sent away to my friend Ryan's house. I'm pretty sure that was the first time I ever missed church.
The next months got worse and worse... I didn't really understand, until my dad started hitting my mother, and then sometimes me. Not beating the hell out of me, but he would hit me on the rear with his belt when I was bad and smack me hard across the face when I said something wrong. I started not talking at all. Mum got worried, sent me to live with Ryan again. I think that was her way of dealing with me. Ryan's family became my own after a few years, I was always there. And when I'd be back at my house, my father would throw me into the wall, just like my mother.
It got bad, to the point where I'd have to go to school with a black eye or bruises all over my arms and legs. I put up with it, just because I knew it wasn't really their fault, it was the alcohol and the pain talking. On my thirteenth birthday, i went home and found that my father was being loaded into an ambulance. He had drunken one too many glasses of vodka, and died. I lived with my mum after that, but she didn't spend time with me.
On my fifteenth birthday I got my first guitar, and started playing all the time to keep myself occupied. That became my way of coping, until I started cutting. I hate blood, but my mom started to drink and all I could think was about how bad it would get again, so I started cutting. Been doing so ever since. Not all the time, but you know. Finally I told her I had to leave. She threw a fit and screamed but in the end, didn't really care. She had given up a lot when my dad died. So she let me move, all the way to this little island... see what happened? You got me thinking, and now I'm all upset... thanks a lot...
I guess that's all I can say about my history. Except that I wish it could have ended up differently. As it is now, I'm not sure what to do with my life.
[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]