SCHMITZ, aaron nathaniel (Done.)

[aaron nathaniel schmitz]

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DID YOU HEAR?

little mister aaron nathaniel schmitz is the newest talk in town!
who knew you could get so famous nowadays, you're the talk of town!
after trying so hard for seventeen years, here you are.
just fabulous right? and i heard you're planning to use nate as a fame name.
is it true there will be a day dedicated to you? february 13th is it? wow you're so lucky!
and are they making a statue in your honor? was it in salem, oregon? i bet everyone will move there now.
you really do aim for the stars baby boy!

JUST TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW.

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i really love your name. what did you say it was? is there a meaning behind it? i would love to know.[/font][/i][/COLOR]
My name, huh? It's Aaron Nathaniel Schmitz. If you loved it so much, you would have remembered that. At least, you should have. But. Er, meaning, huh? My mom wasn't really one to care about whether or not my name had meaning. At the time, that kid was really popular. Uh. Aaron Carter, I guess. And I think she wanted some of that fame to rub off on me. But Nathaniel was a suck up to my mom's husband, and Schmitz is my mother's last name, since her husband won't legally adopt me. And I say my mom's husband because... He isn't my dad. But I'm sure you, Mysterious Voice, will ask me about this later. I'll tell you about it then. But, uh, yeah. So... My name is mostly suck-uppage and a lame attempt at trying to make me sound famous.

But, you know. I mean, as far as names go, I don't care. But mine is okay. Better then those parents that've been drinking too much riverwater, if you catch my drift. Aaron isn't that bad, and I definately don't mind Nathaniel, for all it's the other guy's name. I go by Nate, anyway. I think that makes him angry, but.. He doesn't spend much time in the same room with me. So I don't think he really realizes that. To him, my nickname and name may as well be, 'Boy'. Fah. Disrespectful, right? But, not like I can say anything. He... Kinda scares me. Not going to lie. I wouldn't go with Nate if I didn't dislike Aaron so much. If Aaron Carter was still good, I wouldn't mind. But didn't get get fat and stuck doing voice-over stuff for cartoons? Maybe not. Eeh, whatever.


when were you born? did you say where? but...where do you live now? [/font][/i][/COLOR]
Yeah, I said where I was born. You don't pay attention really well, do you? Anyway, uh. I was born in Salem, Oregon. I guess because of the fact that that was where I was conceived, and my mother stayed there throughout the days, mostly... Back then, she worked a lot, y'see. I'll get into why later. But it was a nice hospital, I suppose. At the time, it was a woman's-only place, but now I hear they've bulldozed it, or made it a historical monument or something. How weirdo is that. I could tell my kids- If I ever have any, that is. Hahah.- that I was actually born inside a historical monument. And then they'd be all, 'Nuuh, that's impossible!' and I'd assure them that I really was, and show them the place, and point out the room, and ask the lady showing us around what year it was turned into a monument, and it would be after my birth and... Uh, I'm getting off the subject, I think.

Now I live in... Here. This place. This run down, rinky-dink town with rinky-dink people, hanging out and schmoozing, our idea of 'shopping' being the cruel, slavery-made products which made up Walmart. I would kill for even a Target. That would be great, too. But then again, I'm not in any place to be real picky. It isn't like I can go out and buy whatever I want anyway. But I get by. We all do. I don't like it here so much, but... there isn't anything anyone can do. Not yet for me, anyway. Maybe eventually I'll get the hell outta this hick-hole, but for now, I'm stuck where I am. I mean, it isn't like I'll really be missing anything when I leave, right? People here suck, kids or adults.


oh and your parents? what's your relationship with them? what do they do for a living? tell me all about it.[/font][/i][/COLOR]
Aha! I knew you would ask, Mysterious Voice. I knew it. Didn't I tell you? I said, 'I bet you'll ask about that later', and lookit this, you did. So boo yah, I win. Don't even try and argue. Not that... I think you could. I'm pretty sure you're just on auto-set for saying what you are. But, uh. Right, topic train, let me hop back on you, right? Haha. So, my parents... Well, uh. Okay. I'm not really sure how to start, I guess. I mean, like. I don't want to sound like I want all this attention or pity, because I really, really don't. But at the same time, I don't want to lie or not say the truth, because... You're a Mysterious Voice. You couldn't possibly betray me and like, I dunno. Put this stuff up on the internet for all to see, right? No, no, you wouldn't do that. Because then I would make a virus somehow, or find someone that could, and I would mess up your hardrives and everything else about you. Ooh, yes I would. Haha. Anyway. So I guess I should just.. dive right in. Since you aren't going to conspire against me.

My parents both despise me, I think. And that isn't my paranoia, either. Technically, I don't live with my real dad, and my mother's husband would rather die than legally adopt me. So I'm just sorta here. Why? Well, okay. Back in 1991, my 'father' (For laziness sake, I will call him this.) was a part of the whole...Iran-Iraq war, and is actually a veteran of operation Desert Storm. He was a very, very patriotic man, and quite the war-monger. He loved war. Said- And still does- that it 'brought a country together'. Before that, he was just an engineer, working at the local garage in town, fixing pick ups and all that jazz. Anyway, my mom worked in the catering business, as a waitress. Well, she was called to some big gathering in Salem, Oregon. It was a politcal thing. Why they were having a political thing in Salem, Oregon is beyond me. But a representitive from Japan was there. An ambassedor, that's what they're called. Anyway, mom served him with her business, and... They ended up shagging. My mother was lonely, I guess. And... horny. ..Ew. Anyway. It only took one screw, and the man knocked mom up with yours truly. Needless to say, when the old man came back to find mother dearest with a child, well. He knew it couldn't be his. After all, she hadn't been pregnant when he had left, and she hadn't called to tell him as though it was his... Besides that, I don't exactly look 100% American.

There was much yelling and screaming- I actually sort of remember it. Not a lot, but I think subconsciously I do, since I have a lot of dreams about screaming couples, and arguing couples throwing stuff at one another... But, anyway. My father wouldn't divorce her. After all, he was old, and back from war, and suffering PTSD, and injured, too, apparently. No woman would want him. And mom is a very pretty girl, despite the fact she cheated on him and all that. So he kept her, and, by extension, me. Over the years that passed, daddy dearest would try and convince mom to 'throw that kid into a firehouse and let the foster families take care of his Jap ass'. Yeah, I remember that. Those remarks continued until I was about 6. By then, he said, 'Well, he's too fuckin' old now. No one will goddamn want him.' Well, wasn't he sweet? Anyway... So, dad hates me, because I'm the child of a one-night affair with a probably fat, old ambassador guy. At least I'm kinda good looking.

Mom hates me because... I've caused her too many headaches for her to count, probably. I mean, she nearly got divorced because of me, I must have put her in crazy-insane mental turmoil. Besides divorced, she'd been argued with, and her entire reputation around town is ruined now. I'm just a living, breathing reminder. You know, the kid that parents talk about at the dinner table when they don't think they're own children can hear? 'Didn't you hear? Mother got freaky with a Japanese ambassador, and got him.' 'Oh, yeah, I heard the man was quite ticked about it.' 'Well, wouldn't you be too? He has to feed and clothe that kid, now..' Ecgh. Poor mom. I'd leave, but... Hah, haven't got a place to go. And there's no sweeter deal than pissing off the one person you hate with a passion by making him pay for your life. Some would feel gratitude or perhaps debt for a man to do these actions. But... Nah, not me. Not when the guy is so willing to treat a child like shit. Nah. Then he's just as shit-like.


i heard your siblings are hot! do you guys talk much? or is it a love/hate thing. i'm all ears doll.[/font][/i][/COLOR]
I don't have siblings. I'm not too sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, actually. I mean, it could be either. After all, if there was another kid in the house, it would be easier for me to get away with things. Well, I mean. Maybe not. But, like. Perhaps there could be a distraction from how much my father hates me, and turn it onto someone else? Like, for example. If there was another kid, then that could could be the Big Man's prize kid. He or She could do sports, and be homecoming queen/king, get a nice, trophy husband who could be a doctor, or lawyer, or make a lot of money, whatever he does. And then they would be the perfect happy couple, and all the old man's energy would be put into lathering on attention to the prize girl or boy, and then they could live happily ever after, and ignore me, and you know, I would be just freakin' peachy with that. But you know what, I have bigger plans then hanging out here and making sure I'm one of the cool kids here for the rest of my life. Nooo, sirreee. I'm getting out of here and never looking back, thank-you-very-much.

But, on the other hand. It could also be bad. Like, if the kid was a failure, then the old guy would blame me. That isn't paranoia, it's truth, he would. He would say I was a bad influence, or I had done something, or I'd let my japanese rub off on him... Whatever that's supposed to mean. Hellllooo. My people rock yours in technology and overall awesomeness. So shut up. ...I wish I could say that. But, anyway. Another downside would be that even if the other person was perfect, then he could rub that in my face, and probably blame the fact that I'm not completely 'American'. Whatever that means. If he said 'white', I would understand. But he says. 'American'. Agh. He's crazy.

You know what? Nevermind. No, I have no siblings. And I wouldn't want one. I wouldn't wish this stupid situation on any kid I knew, no matter how well it went towards my benefit.


so in your free time (if you have any) what do you normally do? is there something you love? something you hate? there's always something so you can't say no.[/font][/i][/COLOR]
Okay. One question at a time. I can't handle it when you chuck tenthousand questions at me at a time. Okay, so. In my free time, what do I do. Well. I do plenty of things. I eat, I breathe... Sometimes I sleep, sometimes I go to the bathroom... But one of the things I do in my spare time is draw. It isn't a big part of my life, but it's something. My dad hates it, but. If it has to do with me, it's basically guaranteed he'll hate it, so I don't care at all. But I don't like to draw what everyone automatically thinks when they think of Asian + Drawing. No, not those cartoons. I mean, I don't mind it. But, you know, whatever. Wouldn't want to draw it. Anyway. I mostly draw in Sumi-E ink, which is a traditional-style type of chinese art which is just ink and dyes and stuff... It's really pretty. Getting the brushes are impossible when you live wayyy out here. I had to steal some from the Michael's when we went into the city once looking for seeds for a garden. They wouldn't let me buy them, hah! You kidding? Anyway, besides sumi-e, I also design a lot of stuff. Clothing, mostly. I think it would be great to have my own clothing line. I think I would be awesome with my own clothing line.

But more often then that, I love layouts. Like, the layouts in a magazine. And fonts, and texts, and where captions are, and how the pictures look and are set up.. I love headlines and shots, and... Oh, it's great. I love newspapers and magazines. A lot of the time, I'll clip out advertisements and tape them around my room. They make an interesting texture. Anyway, yes. So. I love to draw with Sumi-E ink, I love to design layouts and clothing, and I love clipping things out. Besides what I like doing, cheesecake is a huge thing for me, just saying. As are nachos. Not the kind with the cheese melted on top, but the kind you dip the chips into. Oh, and Christmas cookies! The sugar cookies with the delicious frosting! Oh, oh, and thin mints! Girl scout cookies, you know? Aggghhh. They're so deliciousss. Getting off the topic of food, fashion is pretty badass, and I make sure to keep up with it. Somehow, through all the stuff at Wallmart, I find clothing, rip it apart for the cloth- Because that's so freakin' expensive, seriously. That isn't even sarcasm.- and then sew it back up with stuff from mom's kit, and boom! Awesome clothing, from your's truly. I think, due to this, a lot of people think I get money from somewhere and go to the city to buy clothes, but... I don't know how to drive (Though I'd love to know how. Dad won't let me learn.) annd... I don't have money, so. Those're a few problems, you know.

As far as things I do not like go... Well, there's a large list. Discrimination is a huge thing. Bias, judgement.. All that stuff that was supposed to seperate America from everywhere else, you know (But somehow missed this little dot on the map)? I also hate fruit. And most anything really sweet. Like chocolate? Can't stand it. But if it has an interesting texture I'll most likely eat it. Ahhh... Hm. What else don't I like... Brushing my hair. My father. This town. Anorexia. People with self confidence issues... I mean, I have a little pity for these people, actually, because they don't even like themselves. I mean, I've been told my whole life that I basically suck as a human and should just leave to let everyone get over me or whatever... And I haven't yet. Wanna know why? Because I'm stubborn, and like to force people to suffer. But, uh. Off track. Ooh! But there are some things that I can't say no to. Like... Awesome-smelling cologne (Especially the bottles! I collect them!), and fabric whenever I can get my hands on it. And carousel rides, and belt buckles... And friends. I love my friends. Maybe not their parents so much, but... I love my friends. ...Oh. And I also hate wearing shirts. Uh. Just saying.


what about your fears? i won't make fun of you, promise. do you have any goals, ambitions?[/font][/i][/COLOR]
My...fears? I'm afraid of making my mother go through stuff for me to turn out to be a failure. I'm afraid of my father, who...Well, you know. He isn't the nicest. I'm afraid of the town, and how cruel they can be to stuff that's different. I'm afraid of going out into the real world, only to find out that I'm not as prepared as I like to think. I'm afraid of what others think of me, and what their parents are telling them about me, despite not knowing me. I'm afraid of rumors, because I hate to think that they're about me. I'm afraid of being stuck here. I mean, I guess I'm afraid of a lot of things. I never really... thought about it. I don't really like thinking about it. I mean, you can't dwell on your fears, can you? If you do, they'll only end up coming true... And if that happens, well. I mean. We're just really fucked over, aren't we? Because then...We'd all be living our fears, and... Well, that can only really lead to one option. Mass suicide. And, while it would be awesome to make it into the history books and news and stuff, I would rather have it be for something cool, not... massive group suicide. Eech.

Fears are kinda silly to have, I think. But I know that everyone has them. Nobody is safe from them. They're everywhere! Like germs, except.. You can get rid of germs. You can't really get rid of your fears unless you stand up to them. And if you're at the point where you have to stand up to any fears like that, then.. Well, I would think you'd be too close for comfort. I don't know. Maybe I'm not making any sense. I don't care. New subject. This one has got me all... Contemplating my future and wondering if what I'm doing is right. Darn you, Mystery Voice, for making me think about second-guessing myself! Darn you! Gr.


any deep dark secrets? everyone has one, go on and dish. i won't tell a soul, (maybe)[/font][/i][/COLOR]
Yeah. You better not tell a soul. You do, and I'll find your mysterious voice box and rip it out. I guess I shoulda known that this question was coming. Anyway, here it goes. I am gay. Yup. Gay. I like boys. And only boys. I'm not even bisexual with a male preference. I'm just plain gay. I mean, luckily I'm not flamingly gay. I mean, I keep my deisgning clothes on the down low and let people think that I just go to the city every so often. I let people think that I'm doodling race cars and giant boobs on thin chicks and all that stuff boys are supposed to like in order to be straight. (Personally, I don't get the fasination with breasts. No offense girls, it's just like... They're like... A ballsack. On your chest. Ew, right?) Anyway. I make a good show of being straight, and I know I do, since I'm awesome like that. But I mean... It wasn't too hard to figure out that I was. Trust me, if I thought for even a moment that this was just a 'phase', then I wouldn't put this down here. Or anywhere. But I'm comfortable with it, even if I don't tell people.

To my benefit, I try and date girls. And I do, since they're, I guess, cute. And I'm cute, so it isn't like we shouldn't date or anything. But I think it gets a little bad when I feel myself wanting to vomit every time I have to go down on a girl. I'll force myself to do it, and eventually we can get to the part where I can pretend it's a guy, but. Ack. Ack. I guess that sounds really mean of me, but. You know, whatever. It's the truth. You wanted a deep, dark secret, well. You got one. That, and the fact I want to be a fashion designer. Or the design-editor for a high-class magazine, like Vogue or something. Or Time magazine. They're coming out with some really awesome stuff. But, point is. Yeah. Gay. I guess my main fear is that someone would ever find out that I'm gay. I didn't write that down before. I mean, I don't care if people know.. I can deal with discrimination and stupid bullshit like that. I was raised on it. But... I'm more worried about what they'll do. Or, specifically, what my dad would do. He'd probably actually beat me, then.

That wouldn't be really fun. So, yeah. Try and keep it on the down low, would you? I don't really wanna get my shit stomped, just because someone found out I was gay. I put on a really awesome show of being straight, so. I think if I continue like this, I could actually be an actor. Hell, I've fooled everyone in this stupid town, right? May as well go to fool the world. Like some sort of jacked-up super hero or something, jeez. But, yeah. Keep that hushity-hush, alrighty? Good.


if you had to describe yourself, what would you say?[/font][/i][/COLOR]
Describe myself. Well, uh. This is kinda a loop. Well, I guess here it goes. If at some points I get too wordy or whatever, just slap me. And if I sound cocky, well. That's just the way I am. Hey! That's a good place to start! Okay, so, I'm cocky. I know, how could you guess, right? But mostly the reason for that is pretty damn simple. If I wasn't cocky, and if I had no self esteem, then my father would win and trample all over me with big, iron-toed boots. And that would not be pleasant in the least. That's one point. Another is the fact that you have to have self confidence, or you won't get anywhere in life! Ever! You'll just get stuck in one place, feeling miserable for yourself, and then boom. You'll be in a place like this, rotting away in a trailer while other people come and go. So there's a reason for my arrogance. Because I do not want to be stuck here for the rest of my life while I could be out doing something awesome and sexy and amazing. Like designing stuff or.... something.

I'm also kinda a partier. I know, crazy. Why would I get drunk if I have so much to hide? Well, actually, it's awesome when I'm drunk, and everyone else is. You can do whatever the hell you want, and shoot, in the morning, if you did something particularly incriminating, you can just point to the liquor and be like, 'Oh, man, it was a crazy night'. Besides that, parties are just plain fun. A bunch of people talking and dancing to loud music and doing things they will certainly regret in the morning. It's just a fun atmosphere. Now, I would never do that whole... drug scene. I don't do that. I mean, I'm a pretty fit guy. I run and swim, you know. But I'm fit, and I don't want to demolish my lungs with that kinda smoke and gross ickyness. My dad and mom both smoke. My mom quit when she was with me, but at the reaction gained from my father, she'd started up again, and now they both smoke together, causing my house to be one big, smokey mess. I try not to go home too often.

Hm, what else about me?... I'm crazy friendly. I like people, and I like knowing and meeting people. The only thing wrong with me in the parents' eyes are the fact that I'm a bastard child and always will be, but. Hey, whatever. Let the kids make their own decisions- That's certainly my motto! So, most kids like me when they first meet me, since it's not like I'm obnoxious and anything. A lot of the girls who think they're better off than everyone else like me because of my clothing taste, I guess. But besides from that, the guys on the swim team and track team seem to think I'm all right. I'm not really good at sports, and I don't rub it in, though I do like to play pranks on people. Like, during homecoming, when I put a car whislte in the track coach's end pipe, thing? When it was idling, it was just like, a little chirp that wasn't really noticeable. But then when he took off, it just screamed. That busted some people up pretty badly. Especially when he turned really fast and acted like a nuke was dropping on the world. Oh, it was fun. I got suspended for it 'cause someone ratted me out, but... It was totally fun. Hero for the week, anyone?

I'm not, I guess, what you would consider stereotypically popular. Like, in most high schools, the jocks rule the place, right? Not here. Our football team is such shit, if you're on it, you generally get heckled. I mean, everyone still shows up- Because there isn't anything else to do but work and get high or shag some chick. Or dude.- but when our players make a bad move- Which they usually do, you know. - Then we usually mock them for it the next day. It's a cruel, cruel world, but. Hey, I was teased for my parentage and treated like shit. Those guys can handle a few, 'Nice move, sticky fingers!' I mean, it isn't like we're mean about it. Our entire team sucks. I think, at this point, the only people playing are the nerds. That way they get to look like well-rounded little college-bound kids to be, and they can get accepted into an Ivy League school, and have Ivy League children and an Ivy League house, and... Blah.

But, me? I prefer things sorta simple, you know? You got your alone time, you got your time where you fuck with people, you got the time when you party. I like all of that. Maybe not strictly scheduled, 'cause I guess I can be pretty spontaneous- Oh! Like going to Wallmart at three in the morning dressed as police men and looking in the adult sections! If there are any, at the time, you know. Just... odd, kinky things. Like condoms and plungers. Stuff that'll freak the cashiers out when you go to check out. I looooovee doing that. Or, having two friends that are chicks go up and hold hands while buying condoms. And then, if the cashier suggests oral dams, then one of them has to get all upset and look like she was going to cry or something and... Oh, awkwardness at the expense of others. It doesn't get much better than that.

I don't know if I'm making too much sense. So, basically, let me summarize. I'm a nice guy. I like to flirt. I like to harass people, and play jokes on them when it is convenient. But I don't do it to be mean. I'm really crazy loyal, though I hate, hate clingy with a passion. My trust goes two ways. If you trust me with something, I'll generally trust you with something of the same value, you know? Hm.. What else. I've got awesome taste in clothing, if I do say so myself. I'm kinda pretty (Again, if I do say so myself. Which I do.) And... I just really like to have a good time with my life. I'm a no-restrictions sorta guy. So long as I get my mind off my home situation, and the fact I'm in this rinky-dink town? I'm fine with doing most anything for fun. Except drugs. No thank you. I'm poor enough as is.

Oh, oh, and also! I like ignoring my problems. I know, horrible habit. But it's just something I do. That, and holding in how I really feel. Usually it all bubbles over into some horrible yelling or some other sort of fit, but. Whatever.

Yeah, there you go.
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your name: Lex
your age: Sixteen~
contact details: [e-mail] - msn
rp experience: Long enough.
any other characters: Not yet. Maybe later. ;o
your character's face claim: Eiji Wentz
membergroup: highschool junior
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It was lucky for Axel that he didn't have the wonderful ability to read minds. If he did, it was likely he would have been rather affronted at the insinuation or thought that he was dimwitted. Him! Dimwitted? Please. Not just anyone can play for two sides and keep up appearances for both sides, while they're living in the same building. Come on, give props where props were do. When the woman spoke, however, he settled his gloved palm on his hip and slowly turned to where she had mentioned... And found a door. Scoffing, the hip which bore his hand jutted out, and Axel pursed his lips, eyes narrowing at the previously-missing door. Maybe all this time dead and coming back had thrown him off, just a little. Hey, it could happen, right? Don't judge him! "Well. They shoulda made it more obvious then." Axel finally remarked after a little glaring contest with the door. How stupid. Whatever.

As far as this lady was concerned, Axel couldn't really care less. She'd been ambushed by the Dusks. So what, if she was back again? So was Axel, and he could mess her shit up, if he really wanted to. Which, you know. He would really want to, if Maleficent would be so inclined to give him a reason. As it was, she was just treating him like a snot, but there wasn't much anyone could say about that, was there? There was only so many ways to act. Maybe Axel would give her the benefit of the doubt. But... That little smug look on her face did irritate him, only because it was like she was laughing at him. Pff! No one laughs at Axel without a good reason! Namely, a reason that was given by Axel himself.

When the bird reacted to his remark, Axel couldn't help but expand his own grin, eyes flashing mischeviously while he folded his arms and wiggled his fingers playfully at the dark bird, acting like an adult, playing with a baby. Which, you know. He was a bird. Not like he could really think or anything. Axel bristled, however, at the smooth little remark from Maleficent, and he twirled, promptly setting his gaze on her once more, eyes narrowing. "Wrong anwser, Lady." he said. Axel wouldn't attack or anything, like what usually follows that statement, instead, he pretended to look at the nails which he couldn't see, thanks to his gloves. "I'm bad at staying in one place, so unless you want a couple thousand fires everywhere, I would recommend letting me out and about." Peridot eyes looked up at her, narrowing faintly in a challenge. One that people generally wouldn't take too lightly, mind you.

But, then she began talking. Explaining. Elaborating. In fact, no, he hadn't noticed he wasn't a Nobody anymore. After all, he'd been a littttle bit busy. You know, being reborn? Lame. As Maleficent approached, Axel held his ground, his glare growing more feirce as she began to carefully explain everything, like he was some sort of child. "If you don't know what we are," Axel countered, taking a step forward as well, as if to meet her. "Then you can't ever hope of controlling us, now, can you?" He snorted, before whirlling away on his heel, turning his back on her. "After all. If you don't know how we were made, or what caused us to be made, then you don't know anything basic about us. Q.E.D, you fail to control us." And after a moment, he paused, putting a finger to his mouth and tapping thoughtfully. "And I got no clue what Rebirths are, but I'm sure they're really boring, and I'm sure I don't care. So, if y'don't mind..." And, with that, Axel turned to make his leave.