Romero Harbinger Alexander District Six

Romero Harbinger Alexander District Six Jul 20, 2013 4:15:18 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2013 4:15:18 GMT -5

Romero Harbinger Alexander "Ra"

Age ~ Eighteen
District ~ Six
Sexuality ~ Closeted Gay
Face Claim ~ Marlon Teixeira

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Appearance

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Yeah I know I'm hot, I'm just look at me. Nice olive skin that's smooth like a baby's buttocks. My hair I'm mean who doesn't want to run their hands through my silky smooth blanket of hair painted by the night sky itself. And it looks great in any way I want it to, if I say “let's go curly today” I know that it'll look great in the ringlet form, or as good as when I command it to flatten out and have it swoop over my forehead. I do this sometimes to distract people from my bushy eyebrows. They haven't heard of waxing in Six, unfortunately, I could use it as I sometimes look like a caveman with it them. I can't do anything however, about my nose. The bulbous thing just sits there, planted in the middle of my face.

I can feel a phoenix inside of me,

Just ignore that and look into my eyes, the deep pools of liquid chocolate, those succulent, parcels of eye candies that stare deep into your soul. Though my face doesn't stop my eyes, though it's my best feature. I know that girl enjoy kissing my lips, full and juicy. How wouldn't want to kiss my lips? And my jawline is strong and smooth, just proves that beauty does treat the youth well. And I personally enjoy my facial hair, as it frames my beauty in a frame of masculinity, musk, and hunkiness. And even though I know how to work my angles to make myself look like perfection, it's not the most attractive thing about me.

As I march alone to a different beat,

My body was sculpted by the Angels of Ripred himself. Smooth sculpted muscles ripple underneath more sheets of more olive skin. And hairy in all the right places, I make the people swoon when I walk out the house. And why wouldn't I? I'm the perfect example of man! I have the arms that are lean yet you can tell that they have muscles in them. My torso is to die for as well, my perfect pectorals are cut just the right was as my abs are carefully covered by the thing layer of fat. Every man must make a great pillow for his lover 'winky face' Though people find my shoulders strong and attractive as well. I never thought of shoulders that way before.

Slowly slowing down my fear,

However I enjoy legs the best. I always find them attractive, Mine are strong and powerful, and could easily kick down any door that displease me. There slender and strong, with just the right amount of hair dusting the entire length of it. My body in it's entirety is just a wonder to behold, not even statue of myself can grasp the beauty and perfection that is “Ra” Romero Alexander.

Yeah, yeah

Personality

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Some call me a pompous ass, I say it's self confidence. I think that I'm one of the best people I know, best looking, best actor, and the best man. Though admittedly I can be cocky at times, but hey I know I'm great! Actually I'm not I use this as a cover up because I secretly hate myself. I hate the fact that I'm gay, Why would I choose to be gay when people ridicule me for something that's out for my control? Why would I choose to be out-casted by my parents for doing an act that some people consider a sin. Being gay is not fun and I don't like it, I wish I was straight. At least I'm good at pretending to like girls. Though it's fake, unreal, just another thing I hate about myself. I hate lying not only to the others that love me for now, but I hate lying to myself.

I am ready for the road less traveled

How can I be true to others when I'm not true to myself?
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Suiting up for my crowning battle,

However if you can see past the facade I put up you'll see I'm actually a pretty sensitive guy. I take a lot of what people say to heart even though I know they may not always mean what they say. I tend to have low self confidence, and have an ugly habits of going to the whore-house to try and make myself feel better. It does offer some temporary relief, knowing that someone will sleep with me, even if it is for money. I'm just too afraid that no one will like or approve of me when they find out that I love other men. Hell I'm not sure if I like or approve of myself.

This test is my own cross to bare,

How can others like me when I don't even like myself?
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But I will get there

I know I say hate myself but there are things I actually like about myself, like my loyalty. I will always have you back no matter whatever the situation is. Once people get past the facade that I put up and see how truly cracked I am, I will always be there for them. It takes a lot of courage to trust someone enough to let them in, and I can trust that a person I let in be there for me. Right now it's really no-one but hopefully I'll find people that I trust enough. But I have trust issues, not only with myself but with others as well. It's hard for me to trust people and I always ending up searching and finding something that makes them not trust people. So basically I'm a hermit.

It's never easy to be chosen

Is it so bad being alone all the time? Or is interaction actually needed?
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Never easy to be called

See I actually like something about myself, even if it does come with complications.
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Sanding on the front line when the bombs start to fall

History

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Even though Six is a pretty good place to live compared to the others, my childhood still wasn't easy. I had a growth in the mediastinal region of my body. The mediastinum is the cavity that hold most the vital organs, such as the heart, thymus, and my throat and separates them from the lungs. I have no idea what my aorta is so I just ignore it. I was diagnosed with Thymoma when I was Four; which is a tumor originating from the thymus. Luckily for me that Six is where all the science geeks lived, I became sort of a guinea pig for them. I bet I made their couple of years some of the best, as they tried many different types of chemo therapy. I was bald as I child to, all my friends thought it was cool, which almost made me forget that I could possibly die, almost.

I can see the Heavens,

It took them a couple of years to finally cure me, however I had to spend almost a month in recovery after the surgery that was needed to remove the tumor. My chest still has the scar of the surgery, deep and rugged. However we learned something during recovery, I learned I was color blind, I could see actual colors however they were not the same as everyone else, my purples were actually blues, my browns, yellows, and my blues, were pink. And of course I had the most common red-green issues. They say it because of genetics but however I have another theory. I say that I'm being cursed because I'm gay, that if I manage to become straight again I can see true colors. But hey what does an insolent Eighteen year old know?

But I can still hear the flames calling out my name

Unfortunately my life has been pretty boring otherwise. Once I hit the age of Ten the doctors said that I had no more need to worry about the cancer coming back, I was out of remission. But I wasn't excited about it, somehow I felt that some of the excitement went missing. So I decided to become a thrill-seeker, an adrenaline junkie as some call it. Though there's little to do in Six. I can't go jumping off of cliffs like Four can, nor see how far down into the mines we can go like Twelve. Six is just a boring place, so I just decided to jump from roof top to roof top, starting with the simple ranch house buildings until I hit puberty, when I started to become stronger and taller, with longer legs and wider strides. That's when I went from College to College, and from any distance I could find. This is where I can truly think and what fills up most of my time when I'm not in school.

I can see the writing on the wall,

So that's me in a nutshell. I hope you can see enough past my sarcastic and egotistical shield, because sometimes, sometimes I can't. There are days where I lose myself in the persona that I created, and hopefuly you won't either.

I can't ignore this war,
At the end of it all,
Who am I living for?

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Katy Perry “Who Am I Living For”

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