Post by lyric on Mar 17, 2009 23:02:13 GMT -5
LYRIC R PACE
HELLO THERE NASH, IT IS A PLEASURE MEETING YOU! IF YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING, HOW OLD ARE YOU? TWENTY-ONE YEARS OLD? YOU SURE ARE A YOUNG THING AREN'T YOU? BY THE WAY, I HEARD YOU'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR FAR TOO LONG. VERY IMPRESSIVE. ALSO, HOW DID YOU SAY YOU FOUND US? ... STEPH. LOVELY! PLUS, YOU ARE AN ADVANCED ROLEPLAYER? FANTASTIC! YOU WILL DEFINETLY BE HEARING FROM US VERY SOON! IS THERE ANYWAY WE CAN CONTACT YOU? PM? ALRIGHT! MAKE SURE TO CHECK YOUR MESSAGES!
FROM A BALANCE BEAM!
[/FONT][/CENTER]His midnight black hair contrasts everything about this small statured boy. His big, round, bright blue eyes peek out from behind the shag of his bangs. His mouth is accentuated by a small set of snakebite piercings. His size is not remarkable. He stands at an average 5' 9" and doesn't mind at all. What he likes about himself is that he is definitely on the thinner side of the weight range. Weighing in at 160 pounds, most compare Lyric to a stick.
He has a few scars left on his body from his father, namely the following: a line running along his left hip, a burn mark on his right shoulder blade, and another line just above his right knee. The red and white marks on his body left from his 17 years at home do nothing but remind him of the pain. He tries to cover them as often as possible, but that's not always possible. Still, that's why he dresses the way he does. To hide. From his scars and people. Lyric is easy to please, clothing-wise. Hand him a pair of skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie and he is perfectly happy. He fits in with the other members of his band, but that isn't at all why he dresses that way. Lyric just finds his clothes very comfortable and doesn't want to change it.
LOVER I DON'T HAVE TO LOVE!
[/FONT][/CENTER]Being a natural introvert has it's perks. Although he may not function well in large groups, mostly because it makes him anxious, Lyric is fond of spending time with one person at a time. He is able to devote his time to one person instead of fretting over who he should or shouldn't be talking or, and how long he can spend with each individual. He likes to keep people happy, but he doesn't like sacrificing his comfort level to do so. He is naturally easier to talk to if you get him alone; if attempting to socialize him in a group, the results aren't likely to be positive.
Despite being a quiet and reserved individual, he really does crave people. He doesn't want to be alone for the rest of his life, or left to dwindle away as a fading memory in everyone's mind. That doesn't necessarily mean he wants to be a hero. He just wants his spot. His safe zone. Of course, with insecurity wrapped around his throat, he continues to wander around as the soft-spoken man that keeps to himself rather than explores new friendships and experiences.
Security is very important to Lyric. The thought of letting down his family and friends is completely devastating. What if the people he cares for most give up on him? It's all a matter of question, really. Insecurity in general is just a nuisance in his life. One of his greatest fears is not being able to just open up a little to people. It seems like everyone else can; why hasn't he?
Friendship is also very important to him. Lyric can be one of the most loyal and dedicated friends a person can ever have. He isn't the type to run around and expose secrets; in fact, being the quiet person he is, he is very good at keeping secrets. Honesty is usually the best policy, so if he makes a promise to keep something under-wraps he'll do just that. He isn't going to rat out his friends and he'll carry their secrets to the grave if that's what they want. His dedication as a friend is definitely one of his strengths.
DON'T KNOW WHEN
BUT A DAY IS GONNA COME!
[/FONT][/CENTER]BUT A DAY IS GONNA COME!
It was a stormy spring night outside the New York City hospital. May 28, 1989. A young woman who couldn't have been more than 23 stumbled into the emergency room at the hospital. Her tear stricken face showed nothing but terror as she simply cried and gasped the words, "Pregnant... water... broken... baby." As the woman's eyes rolled into her head and she fell to the floor, the nurses reacted by screaming for a doctor. She was immediately lifted onto a stretcher and taken to the maternity ward where the doctors helped her return to consciousness. The woman was referred to as Jane Doe. She was very vague on any details they asked of her. "No, I don't know who the husband is. My name? No. I don't work." Of course there were other answers to the last two. Her name was Alexandra Georgia DeMeno, although more would recognize her by the name of Kitty. She was, in fact, a local prostitute. That was the exact reason she kept her information minimal at the hospital. She already had plans for her baby boy.
After a few painful and laborious hours, Alexandra held a baby boy. A beautifully healthy baby boy. She whispered, hoping someone would hear, "Lyric Renaldo. No last name yet." She smiled at the tiny boy as she held him in her arms. It pained her to do what came next, but she knew it was necessary. For Lyric's sake at least. Once the baby was taken away, Alexandra closed her eyes and waited until she was alone. It didn't take long for everyone to clear out of the woman's room to let her get some much needed sleep. With a skill and ease which should have surpassed Alexandra, she slipped out of the maternity ward, then out of the hospital altogether. Outside, she turned around and whispered one last goodbye to her son before leaving him forever. She just hoped he'd never find her and move on to a better life. If only she knew what would happen to her precious baby boy she might have never left him.
Once the doctors learned of Jane Doe's disappearance, they immediately registered Lyric for foster care. Half way through the paperwork, the two doctors were interrupted by a howl of pain from down the hall. They rushed out to see a woman crying against the glass between her and the newborns. After taking a good twenty minutes to calm her down they learned her name, Heidi Pace, and why she was so torn up over the small children, she'd just given birth to a stillborn. A few quick glances from each other, and all the doctors were on the same page. They mentioned that there was a baby boy named Lyric Renaldo and he was abandoned. The doctors were willing to overlook a few hospitals and moral rules to help this woman and the baby find each other. Pointing him out to the woman she simply said, "he's beautiful." That was enough for the doctors. Lyric was signed over to Mrs. Heidi Pace and her husband, James Pace. With a smile on her face, Heidi left the hospital with a baby boy... four years after she'd given birth to a still born.
Lyric's first five years were uneventful enough. Lyric kept his first and middle name, but was given his new parents last name. Heidi and James never told him that his real mother abandoning him and simply treated him as their own. Of course, this uneventfulness was before his father made the ultimate change. One day some time after Lyric's fifth birthday, there was an argument between Heidi and James. That was the start of the anger. It was one of those things you could feel the moment you stepped into the house. The two reacted in very very different ways, however. Lyric wasn't sure who he should trust and who he should be afraid of. Neither parent really seemed to play the "parental role" anymore.
The first obviously bad influence came from Lyric's father. By Lyric's sixth birthday his father had quit his real job and was a rather well known drug supplier. Dealers knew to go to James Pace when their supply was low. Due to his new well paying "occupation," James didn't need to go to work. He quit his job and stayed at home. This, coupled with his obvious alcoholism, just hindered any paternal role that James could have had. The growing alcoholism stemmed into something more. James did not react normally to alcohol ingestion. He would become enraged and take out said rage on young Lyric. This, sadly, continued the entire time Lyric lived in the Pace house.
The other bad influence happened to be his mother, Heidi. She was well aware of the abuse her baby boy was receiving. Instead of protecting him, however, she just locked herself in the study where she could write on her own time, though she seemed to be doing less and less writing. Heidi had been diagnosed as a manic depressive, so most of her time locked in the study was spent popping pills and being too out of it to write a coherent sentence, let alone save her son from his abusive father. The few times she did actually try to stick up for six year old Lyric, James simply gave her a stern look and said, "Heidi, this doesn't concern you. Walk away before something happens to you." Being a vain woman, Heidi did just that. She walked away. This is something she never would quite forgive herself for, but that's a story for much later on in the history.
This was the norm for poor Lyric for about 10 years of his life. He'd wake up in the morning and get himself ready for school. Most of the time, while eating his breakfast, he could see his father passed out on the couch with some sort of empty bottle nearby. He knew to be quiet, because the wrath of his father was never something he would willingly provoke. After getting himself out the door and off to school, Lyric felt safe for the eight hours he was out of the house. After all, play ground bullies had nothing on what waited for him every night. Everyday Lyric was forced to put on a strong face as he sat uncomfortably in class. Usually his latest set of bruises still ached from the night before, but he couldn't let anyone know that. What would happen if he did? He'd be taken away from his parents and that would be the end of it. Sure, Lyric wanted the abuse to end, but Heidi and James were his parents. He couldn't leave them.
And so things continued. Wake up, feed self, go to school, come home, do homework, feed self again, get beat, cry self to sleep. And repeat... 364 more times a year until Lyric was 16. It was tragic, but what could he do? If he told someone his father would drink more and that would be the end of Lyric's life, quite literally. Instead the boy kept to himself, forcing himself into a life of introversion and silence. He had a few friends, but he didn't hang out with a single one after school. No. That was impossible. For you see, everything Lyric did became a routine. His parents quite liked that. If he so much as changed one detail, well, you can imagine the consequences of that. That would be like if a normal child did something highly illegal. Like murder. No. Lyric couldn't have done anything to ruin his parents routines.
One night, alone in his room, sixteen year old Lyric made a very interesting discovery about himself. One he hasn't talked about to anyone. One he's afraid to monopolize on. You see, Lyric was sitting on his bed, reading a book when he found himself parched. Looking at the glass of water on his end table, Lyric watched it move slightly. Originally, he was interested. Staring at the glass, he found he could move the object slightly. But once the initial shock wore off, it didn't seem so cool anymore. Suddenly, Lyric was scared of his own mind. What was he even capable of? Instead of doing the obvious and working on what he could do, training himself, Lyric ignored he. He suddenly became paranoid of his own ability. He has done his best to not use his ability for three years. So far, he hasn't had a need to use it and no one has had to know. Why bring it up?
There was one time in Lyric's junior year of high school when things got slightly out of hand. There was one night when Lyric did get caught up on his way home from school. It was a group project that counted for one third of his final grade. Naturally, coming home late for the first time since entering the public education system. To say his parents were upset was putting it lightly. James was waiting at the front door when Lyric came home. The typical half empty bottle of whiskey clutched in his right hand. It was only 8, but Lyric knew the night was young. He braced himself for what was to come next. The beating started as soon as the door was shut behind him. After a solid hour, Lyric was locked in his room and told not to come out. He spent the next hour on his bed staring at the ceiling letting his tears fall from his eyes.
He'd finally had enough. Lyric needed out of the house. He threw some clothes in a bag and snuck out the window. His grandmother's house was just outside the city. He made it rather quickly and easily in a cab. Once he told his grandmother that he was there for the night, with his parents consent of course, she settled him into her spare room and wandered off to her own bed. When he was alone, Lyric lifted his shirt and inspected his latest bruises. Some were more drastic than he was used to, but they'd heal to be a nice purpleish hue eventually. For tonight, he was safe. Curling up into a ball, Lyric closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep. Of course, dreams only last for a night, and his night was cut short.
In the morning, Lyric's eyes flickered open to see his grandmother and father standing over him. He tried to shake the awful nightmare, but it was worse when he was sleeping. He had a slight feeling, however, that his father would behave in front of the woman he still called "mom." Needless to say that his father took him home forcefully after apologizing to his mother. Maybe that was when Grandma Pace started to notice something was going on with her son and grandson. After all, she would become the main object in his up coming trial. Yes. 16 year old Lyric had a birthday coming up in a few weeks, and he was already in talks with a local lawyer about possible emancipation from his family.
And so, on Lyric's 17th birthday it all began. One meeting after another after another. Heidi was brought out of her study to testify in Lyric's favor, but her testimony was deemed useless due to her mental instability. That was when Lyric's grandmother was brought into it. She had never witnessed it, of course, but she had intuitions about her son. As soon as she mentioned the night Lyric appeared at her door and Lyric unwillingly displayed his freshest bruises, it all became slightly obvious how things would end. Lyric was granted the Emancipation and restraining order he sought. He had plans to move across the country in August, so his last months were spent with his grandmother. After all, it is slightly difficult to live with parents who are in either a mental institution or a rehabilitation center.
So, as scheduled, Lyric was shipped out to Venice, California in August, as he was supposed to. He found a band in need of a guitarist and easily got the gig. But a job wasn't all Lyric found. He found Bobbie. They were good friends right from the start. As they spent time together, however, Lyric found himself falling for Bobbie. Due to past experiences though, Lyric just can't bring himself to trust Bobbie. He's stuck in a place of indecision. He wants to trust Bobbie and let him in, but all signs point to no.
I BELIEVE IN SYMMETRY!
[/FONT][/CENTER]HEYO! THIS IS LYRIC RENALDO PACE BUT EVERYONE CALLS ME LYRIC. I'M FROM NEW YORK, NEW YORK AND AM NINETEEN. PSSHT! I'M ALSO PART OF THE MOVERS AND I AM DAMN PROUD OF IT, BABEH! MESS WITH THEM AND I MESS WITH CHU! BUT DON'T WORRY, I'M STILL SINGLE, SO ALL YOU LADIES AND GENTS CAN HAVE A PIECE OF THE MAGNIFICENT ME! PEOPLE EVEN SAY I LOOK LIKE ALEX EVANS SO OBVIOUSLY, YOU'LL BE HAVING SOME FUN! MAKE SURE YOU KEEP IN TOUCH! BECAUSE NOONE CAN HANDLE THIS AWESOME MAN!
AT THE BOTTOM OF EVERYTHING!
[/FONT][/CENTER][/SUB]THIS APPLICATION TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY STEPH ACE OF VOGUE! STEAL WITHOUT KEEPING THE CREDITS AND SHE WILL HUNT YOU DOWN, RIP YOU OPENED, AND FEED YOU TO NASH C: SO BE KEWL AND KEEP THE CRED! CREDIT TO LYRICS GOES TO BRIGHT EYES-ONE OF THE MOST INSPIRATIONAL BANDS ON THE PLANET EARTH-SCRATCH THAT-UNIVERSE!
