Post by booker doust on Jan 17, 2010 22:17:49 GMT -5
BOOKER ABRAHEM DOUST
is the only reason we're famous
" the zion train is coming"
S IS FOR THE SIMPLE NEED
i'm loving what you wanna wear
[/color]is the only reason we're famous
" the zion train is coming"
S IS FOR THE SIMPLE NEED
i'm loving what you wanna wear
NICKNAMES: Book, or if people mess it up, Brook.
GENDER: Male
AGE: Twenty-four
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: Werewolf
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
FACE CLAIM: Heath Ledger
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E IS FOR THE ECSTASY
i wonder what's up under there
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2. He grew up in South Africa.
3. In fact, he was born in Africa.
4. Booker's very peaceful and tries his best to avoid fights.
5. Unfortunately, werewolves aren't necessarily meant to know peace. He's lost it a couple times.
6. Despite the heightened senses and whatnot, Booker detests being a werewolf.
7. Yes, he's a fan of Bob Marley.
8. Booker loves music, but his favorite is probably reggae.
9. Sometimes he can act shy, but he's mostly just quiet when he wants to be.
10. He feels comfortable in his own skin for the most part, minus the werewolf bit.
11. No, he's not perfect. If he's not fighting, the worse he can wield are his words. And they pierce worse than a knife (as everyone knows).
12. It's hard for him controlling the werewolf that lurks inside. After all, he's only been like this for almost a year now.
13. Usually mellow, in the past year though he's noticed an influx of emotions coming in. It makes every day peaceful life harder.
14. He smokes pot. But there's nothing wrong with that in his point of view.
15. There's something very charismatic about Booker.
16. He's grown used to the states by now. He moved to his parents country at the age of twenty-two.
17. He still has a Zimbabwe South African accent.
18. Booker chooses to lead a simple life here.
19. He lived in a hut in Zimbabwe and usually caught his own food.
20. So he tends to be better at fishing and hunting than most.
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X IS TO MARK THE SPOT
wonder if i'll ever have it under my tongue
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Not even Gabriel could suppress a grin when she questioned Austria's location. Surely a musty smelling vampire would know her geography, but he accepted her ignorance with an indifferent shrug. "You know, south of Germany basically," he responded. "Where Europe is." Certainly she knew where that continent was--she had to. "You should go there sometime; it's very nice. Wien or . . . Vienna is my favorite." Vienna was his hometown and though living on the streets for the day proved unsuitable, Gabriel loved it all the same. The operas had at one time been a huge deal and he easily recalled the various masquerades he watched the lords and ladies attend with mortal grace.
By her curious questions, Gabriel began getting the impression that perhaps he did not satisfy her curiosity. "Did I not do a good job of my story telling?" he inquired with a grin. The topic of his mother was a vague one. "Don't know what she died of," he responded. And the second chance? Personally, he never liked those questions. There would never be a second chance so why dream about it? Realism was the foundation of the world to some extent. "Perhaps it was she who got off easy."
The face of his father accepting fate forever sketched itself on his memory. The pain the suffering, the stifled screams, his mother had it the easy way out and the last thing Gabe would ever want to do was hurt any family member. But he had already done that, as most other vampires had. "And what about you, what would you have done differently?" Not all of the hard pressed questions were going to be on him tonight; he would challenge her just as much as she challenged him.
From the somewhat lightly smiling vampire grew a more grave one when she mentioned Kit. A flash went through his eyes and if Gabriel was not more in control at that time, he probably would have reverted to his instincts and hissed or at least bear his fangs. She was a brave one for asking that question, perhaps even foolish. The grip on the glass increased so much that Gabriel stopped, realizing that it would eventually break. "I'm not some sort of experiment to satisfy your curiosity," he hissed, allowing a flash of his fangs.
One subject too far and in a fluid motion, Gabriel retreated from the couch and sat his glass on the kitchen counter. "Just like dogs and cats, vampires and werewolves can be friends. There's no necessary means for fighting." His voice was barely audible and he kept it quiet but moreover controlled. He detested how at ease she had made the subject sound. It was too complex for her little generalizations.
By her curious questions, Gabriel began getting the impression that perhaps he did not satisfy her curiosity. "Did I not do a good job of my story telling?" he inquired with a grin. The topic of his mother was a vague one. "Don't know what she died of," he responded. And the second chance? Personally, he never liked those questions. There would never be a second chance so why dream about it? Realism was the foundation of the world to some extent. "Perhaps it was she who got off easy."
The face of his father accepting fate forever sketched itself on his memory. The pain the suffering, the stifled screams, his mother had it the easy way out and the last thing Gabe would ever want to do was hurt any family member. But he had already done that, as most other vampires had. "And what about you, what would you have done differently?" Not all of the hard pressed questions were going to be on him tonight; he would challenge her just as much as she challenged him.
From the somewhat lightly smiling vampire grew a more grave one when she mentioned Kit. A flash went through his eyes and if Gabriel was not more in control at that time, he probably would have reverted to his instincts and hissed or at least bear his fangs. She was a brave one for asking that question, perhaps even foolish. The grip on the glass increased so much that Gabriel stopped, realizing that it would eventually break. "I'm not some sort of experiment to satisfy your curiosity," he hissed, allowing a flash of his fangs.
One subject too far and in a fluid motion, Gabriel retreated from the couch and sat his glass on the kitchen counter. "Just like dogs and cats, vampires and werewolves can be friends. There's no necessary means for fighting." His voice was barely audible and he kept it quiet but moreover controlled. He detested how at ease she had made the subject sound. It was too complex for her little generalizations.
'CAUSE THAT'S THE ONE I REALLY WANT
yes, sex is always the answer, it's never the question
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