SEXTON, MARCUS DEMETRI

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* marcus d. sexton ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Marcus Demetri Sexton

NICKNAMES Demetri, D by friends.


DATE OF BIRTH October, 4th, 1993

AGE Eight-teen going on Nine-teen

GRADE/YEAR College Freshmen

ELEMENT Fire

SEXUALITY Secretly bisexual

MARITAL STATUS Single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Pim Sifra

EYE COLOUR Hazel

HAIR COLOUR Dirty blonde

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 6'2", 175 lbs

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Demetri has his tongue pierced, a full sleeve tattoo on his left calf and a nasty scar across his back from a car accident he was in as a kid.

CLOTHING STYLE Pretty casual, he likes loose fitting t-shirts and especially button down shits along with distressed jeans and a comfy pair of boots. He also very much likes jewlery and wears several rings though only two on a daily basis, one is his father's class ring, the other is a stress ring with cross engraved on the top band.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• Very loyal
  
• Open minded
  
• A joker
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• Cynical
  
• Very vein
  
• Introverted
  

LIKES

• Animals
  
• Mac and cheese
  
• Stars
  
• Cigarettes
  
• Playing guitar
  
• Almost anything music related
  
• His car
  

DISLIKES

• Authority figures
  
• Whiny females
  
• Country music
  
• Stupidity
  
• People who don't speak their mind
  

STRENGTHS

• Standing up for what he believes
  
• Academics
  
• His ability to negotiate
  

WEAKNESSES

• A nasty nicotine addiction
  
• He tends to speak before he thinks
  
• Thanks to his mother, he's a bit stand offish toward females
  

FEARS

• Dieing
  
• Ants
  
• People in general
  

BEST MEMORY Demetri's best memory would probably have to be the day he got his car. He always felt so trapped living with his mother after his father had died, being that the two of them never saw eye to eye as it was. He worked for his grandmother for two summers to save for his dream car, a 1926 El Camino, and once he got it he was hardly ever home and he loved it.

WORST MEMORY The day his father died. To date that was the single most traumatic period in his life. His father was the only person supportive of his gifts, his mother's abilities had all but died out in her because she would never nurture them and let them grow and she didn't approve of Demetri's either. To his father though, Demetri was the most amazing kid to walk the earth and it was after his death that Demetri began to decline as a person.

LONG-TERM GOAL To make it through school and travel the world before he settles down to open a shop restoring classic cars.

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Pamala Handsmeal (39), House wife (re-married).

FATHER Biological Father: James Sexton Jr (41), Deceased.
Step father: Andrew Handsmeal (38), Computer analyst

SIBLINGS Sophie Handsmeal (Step sister) (16), Student

OTHER Nina Marie Sexton (Grandmother on his father's side who he stays with when not at the Academy)

HISTORY Demetri's life was relatively normal and boring for the younger years of his life. He was his father's little boy and thanks to him he was well prepared for what would come when his gift began to manifest within him.

All that changed though shortly after his 13th birthday. He was riding home from the dirt track with his father, the race had been called off on the count of rain. They'd just pulled out of a gas station to get drinks and some of that awful gas station food and were sitting at the red light just laughing and joking around like any other day. The light turned green. Tires squealed and before Demetri could even blink there was a tractor trailer truck plowing through the red light for the on coming traffic and right for the driver side of his dad's car. "Hang on!" was the last thing he heard before everything went dark. He woke up nearly two days later and found himself in a hospital bed. "Dad!" was the first thing out of his mouth. No one answered. He tried to sit up and felt a sharp pain shoot from the top of his spine to his toes. He winced and reached around as best he could and felt a long bandage on his back. Confused he looked around and finally spotted his mother through the window in the door to the room. A nurse walked in and with a very distressed look on her face she told him about what had happened to his father, his own mother hadn't even thought to show the kindness to tell him herself.

From that point on Demetri was a wreck. He began hanging out with the 'wrong crowd' of people, smoking, drinking, and just causing general trouble for himself and his family. And his downward spiral was further fueled by his mother when she came to him only 7 months after his father's death and told him that she was seeing someone else. She'd sat him down and given him a lecture about now 'normal' this man and his daughter was, and that she'd not have any of his pyro ways being displayed around them. She'd told him that she didn't even care of Demetri's gift died out and that it'd cause him nothing but trouble in life, that it made him a freak and he needed to just be normal. Normal normal.. normal. Unfortunately for her, shortly after Demetri turned 14 they both began to notice a change in him, those powers his father had always talked about really began to show and his mother was having a terrible time trying to hide it from her new 'normal' family.

But then she got her out. She was walking out the door one day, off to take Demetri and his step sister to school when two men approached her before she could get in the car. Demetri couldn't hear what was being said from inside but he knew it had to be something bad judging by the grin that slid over his mother's face when the two men turned to take their leave. All that day she was in this amazing mood, she was especially nice to Demetri and made his favorite meal for dinner. While everyone was sitting around the dinner table she told the family she had an announcement. "Demetri wont be staying with us anymore, he's been accepted into a special school for the academically gifted" Of course she would never say the real reason for his departure to this special school. "He'll be leaving first thing in the morning" She turned and gave a little glare to Demetri. "You'd best get packing." His world began to crumble again, not that he'd ever really adjusted after his father's death but now this? He slowly walked up to his room, he felt numb as he began to pack his things.

The next morning a car arrived with the same two men from the day before. His mother had left him out on the curb while she'd gone out to run her daily errands. She didn't even so much as say goodbye to him.. The two men took his bags and loaded them carefully into the trunk of the car, then one opened the door while the other climbed into the drivers seat. He climbed timidly into the back seat of the car, this was the second time in his life when he was truly afraid. Where were these men taking him and what was going to happen to him.. He glanced back at what used to be his home, and that was the last he ever saw of it.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Linda, Lili for short

YOUR AGE 22

RP EXPERIENCE A few years, but been out of the RP world for a few too.

HOW'D YOU FIND US? Clicked an advert link from another RP

SECRET WORD Correct

RP SAMPLE

"Buzzz .. buzz buzz BUZZZZ" Demetri rolled over in his bed, made what looked like a gun with his thumb and pointer finger then closed the gap between the two, the little alarm clock went up in a puff of smoke and he rolled back over. It was too early for all that noise and he didn't have enough cigarettes to wake up just yet, or any for that matter.. But there must have been a reason for him to have set his alarm so early, what was it? "Shit!" He sat straight up in bed and flung his covers over to the side and onto his sleeping dog, who didn't even move. He paused for a minute to glare at the dog. "Lucky mutt" He grumbled as he clambered out of his bed and shuffled his way into the bathroom. His shoulder length curls had a mind of their own this morning, as they did every morning, and like every other morning he began the task of trying to tame them with his favorite brush and some anti- frizz spray. Only once he was satisfied with his appearance did he dig into the closet for something to wear, just a black button down and some jeans today, first day of school didn't warrant anything snazzy in his opinion.

He walked out of the bathroom and glanced at the clock on the wall, the only clock in his room that hadn't been torched. He was defiantly going to be late. He began the grand search for his favorite boots, a pair of Doc Martins with flames on the toes, tripping over one of the dog's toys on the way and mumbling a few choice words at the dog while he tied his boots. God he hated being late, he hated having to rush. But rush he did as he grabbed his keys off the bedside table and ran out the door. He wasn't even going to have time to stop and get more smokes before class. This was going to be a very, very long day.

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