Post by andrick on Apr 13, 2012 1:15:46 GMT
ANDRICK REY POLZIN !?
'is it wrong that I think it's kinda fun when i hit you in the back of the head with a gun?'
'is it wrong that I think it's kinda fun when i hit you in the back of the head with a gun?'
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"Aight. So, m'name is Andy. Full name's Andrick Rey Polzin. Nineteen. Immortal. Just recently. I honestly don't give a fuck about this war. Don't give a fuck about much. Guess that means I'm "neutral" if that's the term for this bullshit. I'm straight, but I ain't close minded. Alright now. Fuck off. "
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
"I ain't going to lie, I'm a good looking guy. My boys say I look like this model. I don't fuckin' know his name. Yuri Pleskun or somethin' like that. Um, I got me some blue eyes and brown hair. I keep it shaved because I don't got time to deal with that shit in my face. That's more of a chick's thing. I got one of those ass chins *laughs*. You see? Used to beat this mother fucker up in elementary for commenting on it and shit. It don't even bother me now. Gotta appreciate whatcha got, ya know? I got me a few scars, but they ain't permanent. Just from fightin' and stuff. I swear I ain't a fighter, I always find myself scruffing with some dude though. That shit ain't cool sometimes. I think I'm like 6'2". Don't really know how much I weigh. 'Prolly around 140 or some shit. I got four tattoos; one of each my shoulders and two on both of my forearms. There are stories with 'em, but you gotta ask me later. Ain't really in the mood to explain them. My personal style really isn't much. I can't afford none of that namebrand shit like American Bird or whatever the fuck preteens wear. What's it called? American Eagle? My bad. I'm more of the kind of guy who wears whatever the fuck he can find. As long as I feel comfortable I'm chill. I only really care about my kicks. I'm such a fuckin' girl when it comes to shoes. I get it from my dad, he's like s fuckin' fashion guru or some shit. "
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
"Aight, so I don't want to spend too much time on explaining my personality. I ain't complicated or nothin'. I'm super chill. I'm not prejudice about nothin' so can't complain 'bout that shit. Might as well breeze through this. I dislike bitches who complain about their lives like they got it so bad. Come live where I grew up and you see how it really is. Just 'cause you ain't get your way don't mean you got to throw a fuckin' rampage. Come to my 'hood and see how we live. We don't worry about that superficial shit. We just lookin' for a good time. I know they ain't got it that bad. I hate girls who constantly wear make up or get plastic surgery. It just makes you seem fake and not yourself. I grew up around women who were respected for they personality not how they looked. I'm not all into looks like I used to be. If you funny and cute, you can get with me. If you ain't remotely interesting you gettin' the boot. And plastic surgery is just fuckin' disgusting. Not even gonna explain that one. My ma got herself some fake tits like two years ago. That shit ain't cute.
I hate blue collars. Cops. I got too many run ins with 'em. Can't stand those mother fuckers. I don't like school or any type of education. I bounced out that shit years ago and didn't graduate. I ain't ashamed because I'm not even smart anyways. Fuck that. Got more important stuff to do than worry about fuckin' coordinate planes or SAT prep. That shit was hard. I hate when people don't pay me my money back. I ain't a mean guy, once you fuck with my money though, we gone have problems. I don't care if you my boy or my girl, you ain't gonna fuck me over like that. Money is scarce and if I lend you some you sure is fuckin' special. I don't hate much, those are just huge pet peeves of mines. I'm a real chill 'til you cross me over. I really am not the russko to fuck wit'.
That's enough hate and negative shit for now. I really am not a mean dude. Once you get me talkin' I can't wipe a smile off my face. I'm a real fool. I don't take nothin' seriously. I'm a fuckin' goof ball and make shit jokes that are fuckin' fit for a five year old. I'm real immature most of the time. Ain't even gonna lie to you. I'm just a partier, born and raised, baby. I like to have fun wit' my life. I like to drink and party and smoke. I'll take a hit from whatever you hand me, guarantee that. I'm a big dope head. Probably why my IQ is so fucked up. *laughs* I like street fightin'. I used to do a lot of that shit, but I got myself put in the hospital one time so now all I do is watch. Gettin' beaten down really ain't fun. I like simple people who don't really care. I ain't judegmental and I'll talk to you regardless of how you are. If you look nice we can kick it. If you walking around with a stank ass attitude, than I 'prolly won't really approach you.
I like interesting people with back stories and all that fun shit. I like learning about people. It's fun. Now that I can read people's minds and shit, it's cool. I'm an open book and ain't got nothin' to hide, so I like learning and being nosy in other people's lives. I'm real friendly. I love people. I like guns. I don't carry 'round any, but I'm interested in 'em. See? Am I that bad now that you got me talkin? I'll talk a storm until you tell me to stop. My family is loud and all in your face so I kinda got that characteristic. That's the term right? Aight. I'm real close with my family, well the ones here. My family is kinda split at the moment. I've been stuck with my dad most of my life and he's real religious so I about go to church every sunday and participate. I'm a big sinner, but that don't mean God don't love me. I'm faithful and that's all that matters to me and my family.
I got me a lot of habits. I bite my thumbnails and my hands are fucked up because of it. I have scars and shit all near my nails and ripped skin. I also bite the skin off of my lip when I don't got any chapstick. I also tap my feet whenever I'm sitting. Not very special habits. So I ain't afraid of much, but I do have some fears. I'm a bit afraid of heights. I have anxiety problems with that shit. I freak out around farm animals too. I don't work well with 'em. I'm okay to eat them, but they are too fuckin' big and can kill you. A desire I have really is to keep my family protected from all the violence and stuff going around everywhere. I'm a big family person since my family is fuckin' huge. I couldn't stand if one of them got hurt. I would kill myself if I could anyways *laughs*. On a lighter note I guess I can just reveal this "secret" or whatever. I write poetry in my spare time. It clears my mind and I can kind of let my emotions loose. I'm a really emotion driven dude and that shit don't work in this type of world now so I gotta control it somehow. That basically wraps up my whole personality. I'm real simple. I just like life."
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
"I'm a city boy raised in Detroit, Michigan. West Side. I was born in Magadan, Russia. My ma and pa got busy a lot so I got a ship of siblings. I got five other siblings other me. So six kids in all. They weren't playin' around when it came to poppin' out those kiddies. We didn't stay in Russia for too long 'cause my mom and pa split when I was seven. I think it was 'cause my mom stopped puttin' out or somethin' stupid like that. My parents aren't the brightest, which was inherited to me. Maybe my mom was on her period or somethin' when they divorced. My ma got issues anyways, wouldn't surprise me. Another smart ass idea they came up with was to split up the kids equally between them. So our family was basically ripped apart. I ain't even close with my mom or my other siblings 'cause of that shit. My pa don't let us see them unless we go on holiday back to Russia. I haven't been home in like three years. Last time I was back was when they were all barely in middle school. They're teens now. There is Stalina, Vadim, and Tashia. I don't really get along with 'em 'cause they say we're dirty people and have no manners. Sorry we ain't grow up on ma's overpowering, fucking annoying etiquette. Vadim will grow up to be a shit example of a man and Stalina and Tashia will probably both end up having anorexia or some shit. They just don't know. I would do anythin' for those kids, but they're fuckin' snotty. They mooch off of babushka's money and that's the real fucked up thing.
My ma ain't really a woman I respect anymore. I popped out of that woman and I ain't nothing like her. She got fake tits, fake tan, fake hair, and a fake ass personality. That woman ain't good people. She put her fuckin' hands on me and she don't know me. If I hadn't been in my right mind I woulda clocked that bitch. I know you're my mom and all, but don't fuckin' touch me. She don't know me and I don't know her. She has no authority to touch me. I would never put my hands on a woman, she ain't no lady though. All memories I have of staying with her are not nice. I wasn't raised the same under my pa's hand. It just ain't the same. You can tell they all got it too easy there. When we came to America it wasn't the slightest bit easy. We struggled with money for years and didn't get stabilized until I reached high school. My brother and sister worked constantly so they could have their own money because we didn't have none. I worked my own jobs here and there, but it wasn't my type of thing. Sasha and Anisya moved out when I was like seventeen. I'm close as a motherfucker with those two. They taught me everythin' I know. We are like replicas or some shit. We are true partiers. My pa got some of our other family from Russia to come to America and that was when we truly partied hard. I fuckin' love when my family comes together. As long as my ma ain't invited and her bitch demon children I'll be chill.
Life was pretty chill after Sasha and Anisya moved out of the city into a nicer town. Detroit ain't somewhere you want to stay forever. If you gotta chance to leave, fuckin' leave. It was me and my pa for the rest of the time. When I dropped outta high school he kicked me out. I got a weird relationship with my dad. For a few months I mostly was couch crashing until he accepted me back. He wanted to move out of Michigan because my ma was thinking of coming to live there because a lot of the family was migrating. He didn't want to be in the same state as her. We never moved. My mom had already came and moved in a town about fifteen minutes away so she was dumping Stalina, Tasha, and Vadim at the house a lot. Fucked my anger up. I was out of the house then, even when I was supposed to be keeping an eye on them. They were nervous to be in our neighborhood. That irritated me the most. Ain't none of us ever get hurt there, so they sure as hell won't as long as they don't say or do nothin' ignorant. All they had to do was keep their heads down. I would leave the house to go chill with my boys and we didn't do anything special. One of the times I went to just go chill we went to this town full of rich assholes and we were just hanging at this party and that was when I found out about supernaturals. I had wandered a bit away from my friends and started chattin' up with this girl because I wanted to hook up with her. She kept telling me she couldn't because she was like an animal during sex or whatever.
I didn't believe her so she pulled me out back and she pulled me close and she flashed her fangs and sucked my blood. Felt fuckin' good. I thought it was fuckin' cool. She kinda regretted showing me 'cause she was drunk and hadn't meant to just throw her secret out there. I had taken her back to my house and we stayed up all night while I asked her questions about her being a vampire and about supernaturals. We ended up passing out about eight in the morning. Her name is Rayne. We ended up being really close. That's my girl. I'd do anything for that crazy bitch. I kinda became obsessed with learning about supernaturals. I asked Rayne all types of shit. I know I fuckin' annoyed her. I was intrigued with being Immortal. I ain't want to disrespect God by selling my soul, but the thought of living eternally sounded fucking awesome. I was a bit of a pussy to do it. I told Rayne I wouldn't. Sadly, one night I was so fuckin' blowed I did sell my soul. Have only been an immortal for like four months. Hasn't been long. I don't feel too much different. I can kinda hear people's thoughts and that's really weird and I can sense their emotions. I've always been obsessed with knowing and understanding how people felt. I kinda felt shit for betraying my own religion so I prayed for days and days until I felt I was forgiven. If you're truly sorry your sins are forgiven. I repented like a mother fucker. Yeah that's how I ended up being Immortal. How did I end up in Manuka? My mom moved closer and that pissed me off so I packed up all my stuff and me and Rayne packed up and left that bitch. Haven't been in Manuka for long, been livin' with Rayne. She got more money than me so we live in a semi nice place she placed money down on. We split rent. I ain't got a job so I just do whatever to get money."
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
"Circe. I have Trace Lewis, Lucas Remenuis, Talia Mendez, Derek Brensen, and Everett Corington. Yeah you guys know who I am."rp sample. at least 200 words.
