Post by Michael Doomy on Aug 29, 2009 23:16:43 GMT -5
Doomy! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Ashlyn and I've shot for the moon seventeen times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via pm.
Ktxbi.
They call me Ashlyn and I've shot for the moon seventeen times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via pm.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
The birth certificate reads Michael Ray Doomy
But Everyone Calls Me Mikey or Doomy
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for twenty-one years
They say I Am a model
Ive Been Told I Look Like Gaspard Ulliel
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 6'1"
And I Weigh 150 pounds
Ive Been Ninked And Pierced two small gauged ear piercings
They always say I look like Michael is a fairly average looking guy, well, despite his drop dead gorgeous face and charming smile. His hair is always a bit messy with that slight look of a curl here and there. It's always swept to the side of his face so that he can see. His eyes are a lovely shade of brown with a tinge of green in them, but only a little bit. His lips are nicely formed and perfect for kissing ladies!
His skin is naturally a darkish tone and he has a nice set of abs hiding under his shirt. He has to keep up his image for the camera! His arms are muscular, yet it isn't very noticeable when he isn't flexing. His nails are kept short and clean but he doesn't chew on them, he's heard about all of the turn-offs about guys and that was certainly one of them. Being in shape, you'd think that Michael goes to a gym but all he does is simple workouts at home every day.
He is normally seen wearing a casual plain tee-shirt with a jacket and some jeans, but he likes to wear the occasional button down with the sleeves rolled up and a loose tie. It gives him a certain appeal that he thinks works for him. His favorite pair of shoes are his DC's or his black boots that he wears with almost anything. He also likes to wear hats some times and is often seen with a neutral color such as black or a dark brown.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out the one thing that everyone loves about Michael is his hair and his eyes. they just top his whole look off perfectly.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore fast cars, country girls, parties, and racing
I Abhor 'scene' kids, know-it-alls, people who think they're funny
I Rock physical strength is one thing Michael was born to have and he's built for it too. that doesn't mean he'll bloody up his fists for no reason though.
charisma is also a natural trait that Michael has, his good looks and charming smile seem to get him far in today's society. he always knows how to choose the right words when speaking to someone to get them on his side.
I Suck book smarts, Michael doesn't have very much of it. he's more of the common sense type of guy whose hunches are practically right every time. math is definitely not his subject either.
suicide is something people normally don't think of when they drink, but that's exactly what Michael is doing when he drinks as much as he does. he doesn't go out to get wasted though, but he knows what he's doing to himself and is trying to slow it down a bit.
I Do he taps his fingers when he gets nervous or impatient and runs his hand through his hair when puzzled. it's kind of cute when you see it but it's just annoying to him, something that cannot be helped.
I Want to be loved
I Fear dying alone
I Shut up despite all of the good times he's had, Michael knows that he will never be completely happy until he meets that one perfect girl, yet he won't give up his bad boy reputation for it.
I am Out of all of his family, Michael has to be the most confident. Confident in a way that doesn't get him into trouble, confident in the way that gets him out of it. Guess he's kinda the more neutral of them all, able to be both hard and soft when the situation demands it. Is that being two-faced? No he doesn't think so, because he actually does adjust naturally to the mood of a situation, he doesn't choose to change he just does. He's a bit of a sucker when it comes to tears, finding it hard to not comfort someone. Well no, that all depends on the kind of tears they are, if they're for a stupid reason then he just kinda leaves them to it, if they need comforting then he'll do what he thinks will help.
He wouldn't say he's an incredibly intimidating person, sorta the opposite, but he's noticed when he's angry that his old friends keep a bit quieter. The expressions he has are quite colorful, he can be read like an open book if he's not in control. Losing control is easy for him, he can be a lot louder and a lot more nasty than others can. He sorta just snaps. Luckily for him he's had friends who are good at convincing him to stop. Guess this all gets spurred by the fact that he's easily stressed.
His greatest weakness would be his pride. He's different about taking criticism whether it be constructive or not doesn't make a difference to him, he'll still get pissed off. Give him a challenge and he'll do it, he doesn't care if you say he can't, he will and he'll do it better than you did, it's just his nature. He loves adventure, and a good scuffle even more.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From Andrew & Lisa Doomy // 50 & 43 // Accountant & Nurse
I Share My DNA With none
I Come From Chicago, Illinois
But I Live Here Now Pinewood, West Virginia
This Is Who I was Michael past was pretty much the easy life from the start. He grew up in a lovely neighborhood with dozens of kids to play with. He almost forgot he was an only child once when he was younger. Friends were everything to him then. Someone was always over at his house or he was at theirs. He was sure that his friend's parents were ready to rip their hair out by the time he left the next day. He was always the one who riled everyone up and got them going on a sugar rush with his pocketed candies and loud, always excited voice.
But friendships aren't forever and he figured that out quickly as he soon grew into a young teen. All of his childhood friends turned their backs on him and found new groups to hang out with. It was as if his own family had abandoned him. He continued to live his life in that small town in North Carolina until his dad got relocated to Chicago. His family moved when he was sixteen and he decided to create a new image for himself. He got his ears pierced and gauged, let his hair grow out, and dressed differently that before.
As soon as he arrived at his new school heads started turning. He got all of the girls' attention with his new attitude and charming lifestyle. He made new friends and did many things he regretted later, but that's just how life is eh? His life became much more fast paced as he grew older and he was soon out of high school and on to college. He had no clue what he was doing there, but he went for no reason apparently. He dropped out soon and moved back down south where the weather was warmer and the life was less hectic. His parents helped him out and bought him a new apartment in Pinewood and he's lived here for about a year or so since.
He has yet to find himself a horse, but he'll grow accustomed to the thought of is soon as he's around all of the wonderful country folk here in Pinewood. Plus, who knows, maybe he'll actually like riding horses? Or maybe just the ladies that own them. Whatever life throws at him, he'll accept with open arms.
This Is Who I am a one man show
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust straight
I Love flavored lipgloss, sweet aromas, soft skin
I Loathe tangled hair, bad hygiene, unorganized life
Maybe I loved too many
Maybe I Didnt n/a
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down duuuude
I Am Awesome Flanery closed her eyes as she leaned back against the wall of the office. The heat here was much more intense and.. humid than back in Italy. But she didn't really mind, she loved the sun and loved to be in it. All of these people running about and going mad over skin cancer and lathering on the sunscreen made her smile and chuckle. She had always played in the sun carefree when she was a child and she still does. It can't do any horrible damage unless you just lay there wanting to bake in it. The office didn't have air conditioning but two windows, one that showed the stable aisle and another that showed the outside, while a pair of fans were whirling about on the ceiling. The waves of wind that rushed towards the Italian's face kept her comfortable and cool enough, besides, she hated it when it was too cold in a building. This was just perfect.
She closed her eyes, hiding her sapphire blue gems, and her mind instantly went racing back to Forli-Cesena. She wondered how her parents and her other two siblings were doing. Suddenly, memories began to play back through her mind. Times of when she first learned how to ride on a black pony named Dahlia and when she got her first horse. Oh what was his name? The image of him appeared just when she thought she lost it. A gorgeous 15.6 hand grey named Cobalt. Other memories began to flood through and she tried to skip through the memories of when she ran away with that boy, but the wouldn't stop coming. Everything went black and she opened her eyes with a short intake of breath.
Her eyes began to well up with tears but she quickly wiped them off before they fell. She breathed in slowly and closed her eyes again, thinking of more recent memories. Like when she moved to America and bought Allamystique. He was the most beautiful equine she had ever set her eyes on. His movements were so fluid and graceful that she couldn't help but fall in love at first sight. She struggled to persuade her parents to purchase him for her, but they soon caved and bought him for her. One thing Flanery was good at was getting what she wanted. She denies being spoiled but she certainly knows she is in her mind. Trying not to be like all of the other brats that get what they want, Flanery decided to find her own career and get her own source of money, and so photography just came natural. She loved doing it and people always love beautiful prints.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a deep, accented voice broke the silence around her. Her eyes opened quickly and she backed up off of the wall, turning to see, a quite handsome guy, who had approached her. She racked her brain and remembered seeing a training session going on a few hours ago when she had come to check out the place without the truck and trailer. "Oh, hi. Yes, I am. I've brought my horse also. Where can I stall him?" Her natural Italian accent flowed perfectly with each word as she spoke. "I'm Flanery." She said with a small smile as she tucked one side of her hair behind her ear.
