Foxx, Simon [done!]

[Simon Foxx]

SIMON LUCAS FOXX! STOLE YOUR HEART;



They call me Spencer and I've shot for the moon 17 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

THe birth certificate reads Simon Lucas Foxx
But Everyone Calls Me Simon
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 21 years
The say I Am an accountant
Ive Been Told I Look Like James Marsden

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 6'1"
And I Weigh 200 lbs? (sorry, i'm terrible with guessing weights...)
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced no inkings or piercings on this boy
They always say I look like Simon Foxx fits easily into the group of tall, dark, and handsome English gentlemen. You won't catch him in anything dressier than a button-down shirt and jeans; he's big on comfort, not on style. One key thing that you'll always find him wearing are ridiculous red cowboy boots which he claims to be "lucky". They're made of worn red leather, and have probably seen better days, but Simon and his boots are inseparable. Somehow he manages to pull off the English-boy-in-cowboy-boots act, in fact, he could probably manage to make socks and sandals look good together. He can wear anything he wants because he's comfortable in his own skin. He's fine going shirtless if it's a hot day. Is it cold outside? He'll wear that ugly plaid jacket. He doesn't care for luxuries like nice clothes. Who needs nice clothes when you spend all of your time at the barn? Well, he is an accountant by day, so if you drop by the bank, you may see him in dress slacks and a tie. That's only one reason he hates his job.
There's a reason Simon can make everything look good- he's good looking. He stands at just over six feet tall, with muscular arms and toned abs to match. His dark hair never lies flat- it always sweeps up in some way or sticks out at odd angles. His pale blue eyes are dull most of the time, but at other times they hold a playful spark that only some people get to see. Simon will often raise a brow at something strange, which makes his forehead wrinkle ever-so-slightly. His face is almost always rough with stubble; the product of not making enough time to shave. When you catch him smiling, you can't help but smile too. No, he isn't a Brit with bad teeth, his teeth are perfectly white and almost perfectly straight. His smile lights up his whole face, and though it doesn't happen often, it's a pleasure to see.

This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Nice body and great smile

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore
Horses & Horseback Riding
Dogs
Art
Peace & Quiet
Sleeping
Being outdoors
Reading
Drawing
Music
Being Alone

I Abhor
Accounting (his day job)
Being around a lot of people
Wearing uncomfortable clothes
Being stuck indoors
Polite conversation
Questions

I Rock
Horseback Riding
Anything Intellectual
Being Opinionated
Looking Good
Fixing Things (in a handyman sort of way)

I Suck
Lying
Trusting
Dating
Social Cues
Anything social, really

I Do
Occasionally shuts down and refuses to talk to people

I Want
To be "normal"

I Fear
Large groups of people
Death
Death of others
Being close to people (figuratively & literally)

I Shut up
afraid of intimacy
has a lot of trust issues

I am
Looking at Simon Foxx, you would see a comfortable, laid-back individual. He's polite, professional, and quiet. Most of the time he makes a decent first-impression; he'll give you a slight nod and a little "hello" before setting off to do whatever he needs to get accomplished. He won't make conversation with others, which can sometimes lead people to believe that he's rude or snobby. Really, Simon doesn't think very highly of himself; it's amazing that he seems so confident on the outside.
Though you may see a relaxed person, there is so much going on under the surface. Most of the time Simon's mind is on simple things, such as horses. The rest of his time is spent thinking about his past. The thoughts of the mother and sister he lost in a car crash constantly haunt him. He tortures himself with "what-if" questions all the time, which only adds to his own misery. He thinks about his job as an accountant at the bank; a job and a profession that he only chose to try to win his father's love. Sometimes his mind will wander to life back in England, when things were simpler. To distract himself from his own thoughts, he'll often go riding, read, or draw; three of his favorite things to do.
Simon is a horse person, not a people-person. He's a natural with horses, but when it comes to talking to someone, he'll shut down or make an excuse to leave. Why wouldn't a smart, handsome young man be chasing after girls and going to parties? He's terrified. Simon is afraid of loss, and therefore is a believer in being alone. He doesn't stick around people for long, always afraid that they won't like him, or he'll somehow curse their luck or do something to make them leave. So before someone gets a chance to leave, he leaves first.
Most people will see Simon as a cold, quiet person. He's just dying to meet someone like him. He just wants someone to stay for good.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From Andrew Henry Foxx- 54- well known accountant in Nottinghamshire and it's surrounding counties
& Sara Elizabeth Foxx- (deceased at 42)
I Share My Dna With Emma Diana Foxx (deceased at seven)
I Come From Nottinghamshire, England
But I Live Here Now Pinewood, Virginia
This Is Who I was
Simon Lucas Foxx was born on a cloudy, rainy day just twenty one years ago in Nottinghamshire, England. Most days in "the shire" were cloudy and rainy, so it seemed like any other day. He was a beautiful baby boy, with bright blue eyes and tufts of soft brown hair covering his head. He was the first born child in his family, and as you may have guessed, his parents were thrilled. Well, at least his mother, Sara, was. Simon's father, a stone-cold business man, didn't seem very excited over the birth of his first son. In the first few years of his life, his mother was more than willing to give him all of the love that his father never would.
Simon grew up outside of town, raised among sheep and more importantly, horses. As soon as he could walk, he learned how to ride, and every day from the time he was five he would walk to a nearby pasture to help feed the horses there. To Simon, horses were just as good, if not better, than people. He spent his days riding horses, watching horses in the fields, and on the rainy days, sitting at home and reading about them. His father, Andrew, wasn't pleased with his son's passion for the "vulgar beasts" and was angry that his wife supported such a hobby. Simon couldn't be kept from horses, despite his father's anger. He began to form an idea in his mind that animals cared about him more than people.
Shortly after his fifth birthday, his little sister, Emma, was born. She was almost as good as a horse to him. Andrew began to spend more time at the office once Emma was born, just to avoid the family that he felt obligated to have. Sara, Simon, and Emma were a family of three most of the time, and it didn't seem to bother anyone. Simon spent his time with Emma, teaching his younger sister to ride, pick hooves, and tack up.
By the time Simon was thirteen, horseback riding was as natural as walking. He wasn't like most children in his school; he didn't like to "hang out", and he didn't spend any more time than necessary around them. He went straight from school to the nearest pasture. Sometimes he went with Emma, but most of the time he liked to be alone with the horses, just in case they decided to whisper one day. He had grown up absolutely positive that horses did in fact love him more than people.
Shorty after his fifteenth birthday, it was another rainy day in Nottinghamshire, and Simon was rushing through his homework so he could go outside once the rain decided to stop. There was a knock on the door, and he opened it to find two police officers standing on his doorstep.
"Simon is it? I'm afraid we have some very unfortunate news. Your mother and sister have been involved in a very serious car accident"
That was the day that the fun loving, carefree boy became a cold and dark person. He stopped riding altogether; there were too many memories of Emma and his mother lurking in the barns and around the fields. He started staying at school later, forcing himself to do harder and harder work. He felt like he was turning into his father; never being home, never speaking, always working. As much as he hated himself for it, he could never go back to the person he had been for the first fifteen years of his life. He graduated from school with high honors, a result of his constant working and quick wit. From there, he immediately went to University to get a degree in accounting. If he was going to act like his father, he might as well be like him.
Simon couldn't stay in Nottinghamshire; not after everything that had happened there. He needed to escape his rough childhood, and his seemingly heartless father. He set his sights on America, boarding a flight the day he turned twenty one. He moved to Virginia, where it wasn't always rainy and the sun shone most of the time. Nobody had told him how many horses he would be living near. The boy inside of him was begging to be close to the horses again. They had been his family, and he had turned his back on them, just like his father had turned his back on his family. Simon decided to attend a small horse auction "just to look". The horses were all in terrible condition, and it was obvious that most of them weren't going to end up in good homes, or even decent homes. A large gray mare was led into the ring, fighting her handler, even when he smacked her in the face with a riding crop. She was skinny and dirty, but she still had a fight left in her. Call it impulse, but Simon's hand shot straight up in the air, offering the winning bid on the mare.
After all, how can you turn your back on family?

This Is Who I am Afraid to be close to people, but really longing to have someone to confide in.
k

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust Heterosexual

I Love
genuine people
girls who love animals as much as he does
independent thinkers
girls who are smart
people who don't ask too many questions

I Loathe
clingy people
people who talk too much
girls who care too much about appearance
girls who are overly-flirtatious
idiots

Maybe I loved nothing ever serious

Maybe I Didn't N/A

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down dude

I Am Awesome
Daniel bit down on his lip as he waved the flashlight through the thick brush. Fearless, he reminded himself, I am fearless. The weak beam of light only reached about ten feet in front of him, and it was growing more dim as the minutes passed. Why hadn't he thought to change the batteries before he left? He had been in such a rush to get ahead of the rescue teams that the rational side of his brain forgot to kick in. Daniel was already at least a half mile into the forest; it was far too late to turn back.
He turned around, looking for any sign of a trail or a landmark that might tell him where on earth he was. He didn't even remember which direction he had come from, which was as terrifying as the thought of being eaten by a bear. If he didn't know where he was or where he came from, how could he expect to find a missing child? The flashlight started to flicker, and he cursed loudly. Why bother censoring himself if there's nobody around to hear? The sun had gone down hours ago, and everything in the forest was dark and menacing. Without a flashlight, the only things that could be seen with the human eye were dark shadows of trees and ferns. Looking down at the dying flashlight in his hand, he turned the beam of light ahead pushed his way through the ferns.
Every time he closed his eyes, even to blink, he saw Cara. In his mind she was scared and alone, surrounded by darkness. He tried to remember the last time he saw his little sister in person; it must've been weeks ago. She had just lost another tooth, and couldn't wait to show him. Her blond, almost white hair had been braided in pigtails and she had been wearing her favorite T-shirt, the purple one with a panda bear on it. When she grinned up at him, he had been able to see the space where her front tooth used to be. Just like every child, she was absolutely precious. Now his beautiful little sister was lost, probably hurt or cold or scared, or all three. The thought made his eyes water, and it wasn't long before the tears were running freely down his face. Daniel started to move faster, running between the trees and jumping over bushes and rotting logs.
A memory was playing over and over in his head, like a movie reel. He was holding his baby sister for the first time, looking into her blue eyes, which were already roving around the hospital room. She was born curious, a Doane family trait for sure. That day in the hospital room, he had promised his parents that he would always watch after Cara. It was a promise he had broken so many times before; he had never been around when she needed him before, what did it matter now? No, this wasn't like the time he had blown off her fifth birthday party, or even the time he forgot to pick her up after preschool. Now she was in danger, real danger, and she needed him more than ever.

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Thanks Isa for helping =]

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