Post by tina2 on Aug 15, 2012 20:56:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-left: 10px solid #657f86; background: #FCFEF5; opacity: 0.8; border-top-right-radius:60px; border-bottom-left-radius:60px;] KAI MASON EPPICH  19 || level 1 || drugs/bi-polar || travis mills || male nicknames: kai is short enough. sometimes his last name, eppich. orientation: straight age/dob: 19, january 9th member group: level 1 anything else?: anything else you might want to add goes here. personality: kai's never been violent, but he's argumentative. he can scream and yell all day long if you wanna go that many rounds with him, and he's a big trash talker, but he's actually never even been in a real fight unless you call his dad beating him like a dog a fight. his bi-polar definitely derives from that, abandonment from his mother's side, being in the system for so long where the parents just want money, and the too many to count mixes of narcotics. he never used to take his medicine either, so he couldn't ever control his mood swings until he came here. while he's better now, he's still majorly irritable. when he's relaxed and on his medication, kai's usually pretty fun to be around. he's a trouble maker still, and has fun with pissing the orderlies off, but he's really just trying to pass the time until he can be with his long time girlfriend, taylor, and their daughter that he's never met, alexandra. his motivation is just that, getting out and being with them, so he's working hard on his problems and tries to not hang around people that could potentially drag him back down. but being away from taylor for so long has really messed with his head, and he's starting to look at other girls in new ways. and the pictures she's sent him of alex, well, he doesn't see much of himself in her yet. he's scared and confused and lonely, at least on the inside. brief history: kai's had a rouge life. his father was a dead beat that liked to push him and his mom around when he was young. his mom left, and his dad went to jail, leaving him in the system. he was nine then, and started doing drugs when he was eleven. young, right? the system is tough on kids, and when they're put with other bad childhoods, things tend to happen. by the time he was fourteen, kai had done xanex, vicodin, oxy, meth, heroin, and drank a lot. he had sticky fingers too, and after an out of no where pissing contest with his foster father, he was diagnosed with bpd. immediately placed on depakote to settle him down, and kicked to a new family. well, he wasn't good at taking his medicine and his mood swings just made him want to drink and do more drugs, but the drugs were just his favorite thing. they were cheap and easy to get, living in the bronx, and being young didn't mean they couldn't sell to him. the only time that kai started coming off of this fast track to the hospital and possibly six feet in the ground, a girl named taylor came into his life. she was better than him, and he didn't deserve her in any way, but she wanted to help, and for some reason, their connection was intense. intense enough that a year and a half later, they had a kid on the way. she was eighteen already, and he was seventeen, and they were clueless and terrified, but he swore to her that he would get help and they'd be alright. he turned himself in, ratted out some dealers, and was sent off to juvi for several weeks. his mom found him and a lawyer and bailed him out, well, they found her at least. man, did she look different or what? the drug world had taken claim to them both, and it showed. she was living in a small apartment and he went to live with her, but that didn't last long. taylor was two months pregnant then, and had cried and begged him to go to rehab for the sake of their child. it was the only way he would be allowed to make this work as a family. taylor knew what she was doing, she'd promised him that he would get better with her help, and threatening him with this child would work, and it did. kai shipped his happy butt off to florida's best rehab all on his own. taylor and the baby came with him, to say goodbye, but also to move closer. kai's been here for over a year now, with his baby already born, with nothing but pictures and letters. he's never met her, his daughter, but taylor's stayed true to their young and foolish love, and he's forcing himself to stay here until he's cleared. he came in as a level three and has moved slowly but surely down, working hard to clean up his act to be a better person and start being a father. little does he know that taylor might not have been so faithful in the beginning. roleplay sample: "She hated Matthew. This was all this fault, really. Yup, that's how she was going to figure it now. Matthew raped her, and now she was in rehab for what her mom thought was an addiction to sex. Wait, that doesn't make sense, no does it? Nicolette laughed to herself, snuggling deeper into the chair, as if she could close her eyes, press her back into the chair one more time, and slip through it and wind up back in her room at her mom's house. She wasn't nerdy enough to try it though. She missed her bed, that's for sure. Pillow top, king size, lots of pillows and thick blankets. She couldn't sleep without the pressure of a blanket on her legs and back, no matter how hot it was. One of her quirks that other guys didn't know. Matt had, though. Clearing her throat, she sat up and stretched, flipping her head upside down and releasing her hair into a long waterfall of blond. Running her fingers through it, she kept the hair tie on her wrist instead of putting her hair back up into a bun, shaking her head so that it fell more into place. Still a bit messy, she was sure, but who was she trying to impress in a library? Well, there was always that guy. She sat back, kicking her legs up on the table, shrinking back into her chair again, watching his reflection from her window. She hadn't even noticed that it had become darker, she must have dozed off or something, because it was dark enough to see the inside of the library in the window. This boy who had caught her attention, he was dressed in khaki shorts and a black and red zip up hoodie, white shirt and gray shoes. Comfortable clothes, she could understand that. No point in dressing up when the sex addicts were hardly around each other, when sex with other rehab mates was probably forbidden anyway. She hadn't read the handbook. Hence her jeans, flats, tank top and jacket. Hardly showed her body off, right? She watched from the corner of her eye as this guy made his way to the nonfiction area, pulling a book and at least pretending to become interested in it. But she didn't become hooked until he glanced her way. He was hardly too far away to just talk to him from her seat, but she needed to stretch her legs anyways. Glancing around, she made sure that none of the orderlies were lurking before she made her move. Nicolette had never been one of those oh, he's busy, I'll leave him alone types. She certainly wasn't now. This boy was cute- maybe not as hot as that level three she'd seen around, but worth toying around with. "Who reads in a library? So overrated." She smiled, situating herself on his table, reading the cover of the book. Frowning, she lifted her head to look at him. "Sounds like I wouldn't like it." She drummed her fingers on her thigh, and then began to absently playing with the zipper that was only a few inches away from unzipping her jacket. "I'm Nicolette, or Nicole, by the way. Level two sex addict." She grinned at him, taking in his face, clothes, and the body that might lay underneath. Biting her lip slightly, she waiting for him to answer her. " Tina || 17 || 6 yrsish || Yes'm |