You call yourself a realist...I say you're a coward. I think you're afraid of what this could mean..
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Hiding on[[Stryker]]the Dark Side[[Kontis]]of a Mo « Thread Started on Nov 6, 2007, 7:30pm »
NAME: Stryker Kontis AGE: 20 years Birthday: December 1 SEX: male SEXUALITY: heterosexual
HAIR: blonde EYES: grey HEIGHT: 6'2" WEIGHT: 170 lbs PIERCINGS: none TATTOOS: a Celtic sun on the back of his right hand, and the name 'Cale' tattooed between his shoulder blades.
PERSONALITY: Stryker Kontis is a conflicting young man. He's a rather serious person, with deep, hidden thoughts. A lady's man without meaning to be, Stryker is a very chivalrous person who defends any threatened woman, stranger, friend, or foe. He thinks before acting in almost every situation, and does everything with much thought and deliberation, except driving. He drives like Hell's mouth is gaping behind him, with a lead foot and hardened nerves, no matter how short a distance or how unimportant a trip.
Stryker is a drinking man, with four best friends that go by the names of Cuervo, Daniels, Absolut, and Tequila. When he's drinking, the man is a very different person, though he still holds all his principles and moralities. When drunk he's not a contemplative person any longer. He becomes rash and suffers a loss of good judgement that often lands him in bed with a woman whose name he can't remember. Stryker smokes on occasion, though he detests the habit, and has a very foul temper when it's roused. Loyal to a fault, he has violent tendencies when people he is close to are threatened and he never backs down.
And no one should ever tell Stryker Kontis to get out of their life. He will, in a heartbeat, and completely sever all ties.
PAST: Stryker hails from England, with a lilting, British accent that draws women like flies. He has lived in the States for the past 8 years, after being forced to move here by his alcoholic mother, who died shortly thereafter, leaving him in the care of America's corrupt and foul foster system.
He grew up relatively unscathed, however, to be a fun-loving and out-going young man. He left the program when he turned 16, and moved in with his girlfriend, Marisol, a beautiful young Hispanic girl. Six months after, she was pregnant, and 9 months later, she had a baby girl that Stryker adored with his whole heart. The young man worked diligently, and was able to make enough working as a mechanic so that Marisol could stay at the apartment with their lovely daughter to care for her full-time. Things were wonderful, for a while. Until Marisol was brutally murdered by a gang in the streets of Los Angeles, leaving Stryker a single teenage father who was unwilling to relinquish his child.
He put the 8 month old child, named Cale, into daycare and continued working to afford the rent and supplies. Though he missed the young woman he'd cared for so much, he adjusted to his solitary life with his young daughter happily. When Cale was almost a year old, he packed their things and moved from Los Angeles, to a small town where the cost of living was lower and he had excess money. With the money left over from rent and groceries, he bought a small car and carseat for transportation. Life continued per normal as they adapted to small-town living, and all was well again, up until Cale was four months shy of being two years old.
Then, one night as they were returning to their small home, an accident occurred. Cale was safely((supposedly)) secured in her carseat when a truck swerved from his lane and collided with Stryker's vehicle head-on. When Stryker awoke, he was upside down in the driver's seat, with blue lights strobing towards him speedily down the highway. He called out for his daughter, but recieved no answer. The man turned and saw the mangled body of his beloved and adored child still secured into the seat that should have saved her life, feeling his heart break for the second time in his life.
A year and a half later, he moved to this place. The death of his much loved child is what made him a more serious and cautious person. But not in driving; no, now he says, 'Why bother? Being safe got me nowhere, and lost me the rest of my heart. Screw being safe, I'd rather be a hellion.' He doesn't think he can love anyone again, Stryker thinks his ability and capacity to love died along with his daughter in that accident.
Take time to realize, that I am on your side. Didn't I, didn't I tell you? Just realize what I just realized, that we're perfect for each other and we'll find never find another Just realize what I just realized, then we'd never have to wonder if we missed out on each other now Meet me halfway, , it could be the same for you...
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Re: Hiding on[[Stryker]]the Dark Side[[Kontis]]of « Reply #1 on Nov 6, 2007, 7:39pm »
Poor thing! -pets Stryker- D= But your application is simply stunning, darling, much thought, much love! <3 Accepted. Look forward to playing with ya. ^^
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