greenwood, thomas andrew.

[THOMAS ANDREW GREENWOOD]

thomas greenwood , -----------------
-----------------------------------------------NINETEEN , VAMPIRE , MAFIA , INSANE.

"Holding onto the pill bottle then lick my finger and swirl it around the bottom
And make sure I got all of it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -"

[/SIZE][/center]

FIVE INGREDIENTS.

A PINCH OF CRUELTY:
Ace likes to cause pain and suffering. He likes to make people upset and frustrated and angry. It's one of his main ideas of fun. He finds it easier to focus on the pain of others rather than on his own frustrations or pangs in life.

A CUP OF SILENCE:
Ace isn't one to really talk much. He sort of situates himself in the background and only comes out and makes himself known if needed. Half the time no one even realizes he's there. He likes to be alone and keep to himself. Most people find that out the hard way.

A BIT HARD TO PLEASE:
Thomas is very hard to please. He's seen a lot of things in the span of his lifetime and there isn't much that can surprise him anymore. The only novel thing to him is the ever expanding amount of women who would like to get to know him a little bit better. The newer they are, the more naive and stupid they can be. However, the newer they are, the better looking and skilled they are in what really counts.

DON'T FORGET TO ADD SARCASM:
Whoever said that being sarcastic is no fun? Well, whoever did, they should know that they're an idiot. Thomas doesn't joke around all that much, but he does enjoy harsh or bitter derisions or sharply ironically taunting others. It's just his one of his high's.

AND THEN A DASH OF INTELLIGENCE:
To think that Thomas is not intelligent makes you an idiot.

FOUR JOURNAL ENTRIES.

Dear Journal,
I told mother that I refused to call her 'mother' anymore as she is unfit to be one of my caretakers. Cassiopeia, as she is called by her peers and me, has been having an affair with one of those stupid humans. Father hasn't found out, but I hope to be there when he does. The event that'll occur will be astronomically entertaining, or so I hope. In fact, I should send him a letter right now, but then I won't be there to see it. Maybe I can send a letter to the butler and tell him to watch, so I can make him show me later. Re-enactments are fun. I still have a bit of trouble with the torturing ordeal, so I hope I can watch father perform it. He's a good man, he is. No, he beat me because he was trying to help me learn. It's for a reason. He wants me to be successful in life. Obviously, he doesn't want me to end up like mother Cassiopeia. Also, some idiot moved my cup three inches to the left today. Might have to do something drastic.


Dear Journal,
I went to a church today. I sat in the third pew and watched as the priest praised God and all of the people in there for even coming. There is no God. I voiced this aloud and was chased out of the church, but only after I proved my case about how science triumphs over all. We are all simple abominations of an asteroid gone wrong. Ah, fate.


Dear Journal,
I was walking along the cobblestone streets of Olde London when I saw the most extraordinary happening. This baby, no older than two years older, was running! I did not know two year olds can run. It was the most beautiful sight ever. I didn't know how to react. I killed her.


Dear Journal,
She is a glittering void of blissful obscurity, drowning in waves which crash and fracture before her, left with naught but sandy stretches of self that she loathes. She has been stripped bare and it kills her - it leaves her wondering why she was chosen and she does not like to doubt. When she doubts she is no longer blind, and when she is not blind it is harder.

But she has two eyes - and they see devastation.

Then there is him. He is a man and she is a girl and she does not believe it to be impossible that she loves him. His scars whisper fables of battles and bravery, his eyes burn with the passion she longs for, and when he smiles she forgets that the Scottish countryside often makes her want to walk off the end of the Earth. She does not know him, but what does this matter in the grand scheme of things? Admittedly, the answer to that question may be a lot, but to her he is not just a man, for he is greater than many, and she is being ambushed by the possibility of dreams - she is dreaming of possibilities.

He is not of this world. He treats it like home, but it is a home when he is caged and longing to take flight. She watches as he itches, as his wings flutter, as he prepares to fly away home and leave her and her girlishness behind, ignorant of her admiration.

She wonders why it is she with champion emblazoned across her breast rather than this man, but it occurs to her that maybe it is due to the fact that he does not need fraudulent declarations. It is within him and maybe he will teach her. If she is lucky.

She thinks he does not notice her, but she is wrong, for how could he not notice her when he has almost killed her. However, he neglects to notice her as she is desperate for him to. As it stands, her esteem is flooding her barren shores, leaving her breathless, letting her heart accelerate beyond.

Beyond the pale, and the black and white, and beyond it all.

They are to have many encounters over the years, but the moment for these has not yet arrived. For now, and maybe forever, she is the young girl in her mother's pearls trying so hard to show the world how she was grown and lamenting as the clasp collapses, the string frays and the beads shatter. And why he causes them to shatter she cannot quite say, but he does and they do.

THREE COMMENTARIES .

" Thomas Greenwood? You mean Ace? Oh man, that bastard is fucking crazy! There is something seriously wrong with the dude. I mean, I heard he has this OCD that puts him on end and shit, ya know? Like, once, he cut off the fingers of his butler or some shit because the butler tried to move his bookshelf! Then he yelled at his younger sister because his pencil was three inches to the left. Who does shit like that? Ace Greenwood, that's who. That fucker is a crazy bitch. I'm one of the few who know about his personality, though. When he goes 'hunting', he acts like some kind of charming gentleman. He's good. "

" I heard Ace has a thunderous temper. It flares up unexpectedly, and when it does, I heard it's nothing to be proud of. Ace will yell and insult you until you run crying home to your mother, and then, he'll be waiting for you when you get back. He sort of scares me, but don't tell him that. He's also quite arrogant. He's good looking, and he knows it. Some people worship the ground he walks on... and he knows it. Not only does he know it, he milks it. This arrogance gets in the way of how he treats other people- while he can be incredibly loyal to the mafia, his fangirls and acquaintaces aren't so lucky. At times, Ace gives off a definite air that others are not worth his time. "

" He's really quiet and brooding. Sometimes it's unnerving because he's got this thoughtful gaze that's really intimidating. I really wouldn't want to get to know him at all. Who knows what goes on in that pretty little head of his. Besides, he really likes to mess with people anyway. Did you know he can bring inanimate objects to life? Once, as a joke, he scared this girl by bringing all of her dolls to life and made them scare her into her closet and she wouldn't come out for hours. He can be cruel, that's for sure. "

TWO RUMOURS .

THOMAS GREENWOOD HAS RAPED A GIRL. FALSE.
Ace is incredibly good looking. He has a certain mysterious charm that draws attention to him. Why on Earth would he ever need to rape a girl for? In all actuality, girls tend to go try and rape him.

THOMAS GREENWOOD HAS KILLED A PERSON. TRUE.
Ace takes pleasure in pain and causing grief. Killing is the ultimate crime against humanity. Why not do it? He has no soul anyway, right?

ONE FUCKED UP PERSON .

"Hello! Mr. Greenwood? Mind if we get an interview?"
"...Get away from me, you fucking piece of sewer filth."
"Er, just a question or two, Mr. Greenwood!"
Thomas pauses and turns.
"I said to get the fuck away from me."
"Mr. Greenwo-" There is a crash, a scream, and then all is quiet. There is a bit of ruffling and Thomas picks up the recorder.
"And that was... hmm, Ms. April Walker. She was a reporter for the Shelley Times. Time of death: 12:25 pm."







HI, MY NAME IS CHARLIE. I'M FIFTEEN YEARS OLD AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR EIGHT MONTHS. YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH MSN OR PM AND I ALSO PLAY NEIN. I'D JUST LIKE TO SAY BONJOUR.

MADE BY LILLY CAN'T BE TAMED OF CAUTION 2.0.

[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]