Post by matthew ayer jones on Sept 4, 2010 1:43:43 GMT -5
welcome to blue river institution ,
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[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]allow me to introduce myself. i am matthew ayer jones and i am twenty. last time i checked, i was male. seeing that i'm here, there must be something wrong with me, right? well, my disorder(s) is/are/include: histrionic personality disorder, manic episodes from methamphetamine dependence. i know, i'm seriously fucked up, aren't i? well with proper treatment, i will get better, right? anyway, i am six foot one feet tall and weigh around one hundred fourty six poinds. some people say i resemble oliver sykes, but i just don't see it. anymore, more about me, right?
basic information ,
[/font][/i][/i] matt has slightly long dark brown almost black hair, though it's normally dyed. His skin is rather pale under his clothing but he has a slight tan from where he wears his t-shirts and shorts. though as a meth addict, his skin, weight, hair, and eyes have slowly started the long transfomation to making him look like he's fourty. as he continues to consume, he will continue to age with the drug.
name matthew ayer jones.
nicknamematt or jones.
general appearance
sexuality[/i] bisexual, but leans more towards men.
birthday march fifteenth.
distinguishing features[/i] matthew's body is completely covered in tattoo's, let alone his face, feet, one of his palms and his baby smooth butt. his gauges are up to a little less than an inch, but other than his ears, lip, and tongue... he doesn't have many piercings. under all the tattoo's on his body, or in the places he still has some skin left to show, you may just see the little needle marks or maybe even some burn marks from dropping cigarettes on himself. most of his scars are hidden.
likes[/i] meth, tattoo's, pain, sex, singing, reading, writing, pasta.
dislikes[/i] death, institutions, doctors, therapists, anti-depressants, being locked in his room for a long time frame, missing a meal, the cold.
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personality ,
[/font][/center][/i] Histrionic Personality Disorder, Manic Episodes from methamphetamine dependence
patient's mental disorders / disabilities
comprehensive personality / behaviour[/i] matt's loud, obnoxious, sexual, and most of the time devious. it started when he was eight, hand down his pants, little beads of sweat on his forehead while he watched a cousin shower and tend to herself right after. it was when he was ten when he was caught about six more times with other family members... this time their age's ranged from the young to the old; all with his hands down his pants or some soft of rubbing. At first his parents though it was normal, they just thought it was their only son heading into his teens and getting ready for the things that lie ahead, but it took them long enough to realize it wasn't like that.
matt was fifteen when his father went upstairs as him and matt's mother arrived home from the hospital. they were going to surprise their son with a gift to take drivers ed, but what his father found finally made the realization strike in his head that his son wasn't normally. matt was in his bed, with two males. one a 'friend' from school who had been over many time before to play games, another was a little older... a senior. his father was presented with two boys giving to his son. he was taken out of school, brought to the church to beg for forgiveness for what he had done. matt was seventeen when he finally convinced his parents he was fine, he was ready to go back to public for his last years of high school, though that's where it all started with his addiction to his baby.
meth wasn't anything but a play toy, an add on to the big boys he found around school, a distraction from the girls who taunted him daily with their bodies. this time his parents weren't so in denial. it took them less than five months to find out about their son. he was in his last month of school, just about to turn eighteen when they picked him up one day and brought him to the ward. it was when he stepped out of that car, unwillingly, and had his first manic episode. now they're daily, after a hit, but don't be frightened if his hands slip down his own trousers or even yours. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
background information ,
[/center][/font][/i][/i] kirsty maddison jones - alive & johnathan rockler jones - alive & lilith lynn jones alive.
family member names
comprehensive history[/i] matt was born to two, normal, loving christian parents with a long extensive christian family. they treated him like the best thing to hit the world, the first child, a boy, a fathers dream come true. they watched him grow into a handsome young boy, but with the newest discoveries they watched their son hit an early 'puberty' is what they called it. they yelled at him when they first found him peeking at his cousin. they yelled at him two more times for looking at other family members, they yelled at him a few more times as he reached ten... it was then when he found out the easy way to sneak peeks, to sneak what he was doing.
as he got a little older is when he started to show more symptoms of the disorder. he would always want to be around his parents until he went to peek. he would always ask if he was a good boy, if when he did something that it was right and was never wrong. he sought the attention, the love, and it was when his parents started to realize something was different. this wasn't how a son was supposed to act... was it? high school was quick to roll around for the family, as well as a new little addition. matt's parents were at the hospital for days while his mother had a baby girl. a little girl who went by the name of Lilith. she was early, she had to stay in the hospital for a while which gave the parents a little time to head home to talk with their son about the new rules that would be instated into the home while the little girl came home. his father was first to come in, but he didn't think matt would be home yet from school, though as he stepped into the kitchen a sound from upstairs alerted him that he was indeed not in his last class of the day.
his father was quick to head upstairs, and without a single knock he pushed the door open and was instantly greeted with a naked matt, his hair being gripped while his face stayed buried in a boys lap while one kept a position behind him. they barely noticed the man in the room, but as they did they were quick to duck out of the second story window in a rush. not caring about the man who was close to killing them, but with leaving they left a naked matt dazed and alone. it was then when his mother came upstairs and couldn't even stand to look at the boy as his father screamed at him. in minutes matt was up and dressed, in the car, and instantly headed for church first to beg for forgiveness... but as he refused, he was brought straight to a therapist. it was there that she diagnosed him with Histrionic personality disorder.
matt was taken out of high school for a while and homeschooled by a tutor that way he could go see his therapist more and more... but as his senior year approached, he convinced his parents that he was okay. that he wasn't going to be such a pain anymore, and that he just wanted to live a normal life and finish off school in a public place. they let him go back with a few arguments... but it wasn't long before they noticed something else with their son. a month before graduation, they searched every corner of his room, every inch of his bathroom, his car, his closet, and what they found last hidden in his school bag was far worse than what they thought. his parents said they were bringing him and lilith out to dinner to celebrate his completion of school, it was a quick and quiet dinner while they dropped lilith off at a family members house. it was then, they drove matt up to the institute and let two men pull him from the car. kicking, screaming, crying, trying to escape while asking what he did wrong. they told him it was the meth, they didn't trust him, they didn't want him influencing lilith. he was a week away from his eighteenth birthday and when his parents turned him to the state... matt didn't have a chance of escape. he was at risk for himself and others around him.
to this day, weeks away from twenty-one, matt continues to do meth... but with his Histrionic personality disorder comes with manic episodes. the episodes range from screaming to crying. fighting to downright disturbing sexual advances. watch your clothes, he'll try and get them off.
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behind the mask ,
[/size][/font][/color] he smirked, hinting towards the little adventures they had when he decided it would be a good day to skip school and ignore teachers and parents. When she started laughing, he looked over to her and snorted a bit with a fake insulted tone, but he was soon to laugh quietly at her little moment. She sometimes was too cute for he own good... he loved it.
hi my name is lexi and i am nineteen years old. last time i checked, i'm a female. i've been rping for twelve years and i love it. i found this site on rpg directory and i must say, it's awesome! so anyway, i live in eastern time and i will be on everyday i currently have this shiny new character and more to come you can contact me through pm or by msn & facebook. i promise you i have read the rules and i will be a dedicated member to the site!Glancing towards her again, mouth stuffed with food and half of his plate gone, he listened to her soft voice and just let it sink into his brain. She was nice to listen to on such a dull morning, and just all of the mornings he usually has... waking up to a screaming man in his doorway, or the teachers in school yelling at him for falling asleep. Same old. "There's a party about half an hour out of town, at a school park. It's and acid party really... not like it's good here anyway," his voice rolled down into a low mumble while he finished up his meal. He still wasn't full.. but for now he'd deal with it. "Would you like to go?" he asked with a smile, while sliding his plate forward for collecting. It would be interesting with people on acid, others drinking, and just all around chaos but with that chill sense to it. He could drink and relax, though what he was a bit scared about, is that if she went with him and they both ended up drinking... they'd probably start making that mistake again. He just hoped nothing of the sort would ruin such a precious friendship.
Ben zoned for a little bit again before snapping his attention to her when a sarcastic tone came out of her but it was in a nice way. He laughed quietly and leaned his cheek on his hand again and shook his head at her question. "I've got nothing planned right now, but you know I have my sneaky ideas when I'm bored,"
Leaning back in his chair, he put his arms casually back on the seat and let his body relax in the seat. It was getting a bit chilly but at the moment he really didn't care.. he'd be with someone he could enjoy the company of, and away from his waste of space family member. He let his eyes close shut slowly while her voice went on, "We can go talk..."[/color] were the parts he heard loud, clear, and almost like someone was screaming in a megaphone towards him. That was always a bad sign... even in a friendship. When a girl had to 'talk' it was either about something bad or horrible. Never in between. Ben's stomach churned a little while he paid the lady at the counter for his food and drink, then stood up.
"I'm alright, I'm full from those eggs and hashbrowns... they always get to me," he smiled softly and pushed his chair, slipping his hands into his hoodie pocket to grip his cellphone. He wanted to know what she wanted to talk about and what she had to say to him. This wasn't going to be good, he could feel it pounding in his skull and his mind just screaming at him to leave now. He fought past the ideas of just saying a short goodbye and heading back home, he needed to hear what she had to say. "Why don't we take a walk back to my place for a bit? I don't think the bastard will be home," referring to his father, he let his eyes drift over her figure. Ben could almost feel the nervous side of things radiating off of her. Something wasn't right, and he knew it. [/size][/quote]
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