Post by josephkennedy on Dec 22, 2009 16:01:04 GMT -5
joseph michael kennedy .
THEY CAN MAKE THINGS WORSE FOR ME
sometimes i'd rather die
THEY CAN MAKE THINGS WORSE FOR ME
sometimes i'd rather die
hey there, my name is joseph michael kennedy.
and i've been around this planet for nineteen years.
i blow out out those candles on january 23rd.
oh and, art is my thing, and i'm here to learn all i can about it.
and i've been around this planet for nineteen years.
i blow out out those candles on january 23rd.
oh and, art is my thing, and i'm here to learn all i can about it.
THEY CAN TELL ME LOTS OF THINGS
but i can't see eye to eye
but i can't see eye to eye
NICKNAMES: Joe
AGE: Nineteen
GENDER: Male
GRADE: Senior - 12
SUBJECT: Art major
CANON OR NON-CANON: Canon[/font][/size][/ul]
I KNOW THEY KNOW THE WAY I THINK
i know they always will
i know they always will
HAIR COLOR: Mousy brown
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5'11"/135 lbs
APPEARANCE:
At first glance, the word 'attractive' doesn't exactly come to mind. With his gaunt figure and tall frame, it could very well be the last word. Not exactly sure of his exact weight, one can only guess around the 130-135 lbs range; a tad too thin for his height at 5'11". He's not a very well built guy, but slight muscle can be seen throughout his upper arms, abdomen, and thighs. However, his ribs can still be seen clearly (and counted).
As is obvious, personal hygiene isn't high on Joe's to-do list, having the ratty, matted light brown hair and yellowy stained teeth to show for his apathy. His eye color resides at a light blue, only slightly dulled due to his certain use of certain substances on a daily basis. The whites of his eyes seem to be permanently bloodshot, also due to the same substances mentioned in the previous. Joe's skin has turned a pasty white, almost reminiscent of someone with anemia, further intensifying the dark purple/blue circles that have made their home beneath his eyes.
As far as his wardrobe is concerned, there isn't much fuss over it. Joe's attire normally consists of an old obscure punk band tee, ratty old black drainpipes, and a pair of eight eye Dr. Marten boots - the only pair of shoes he owns.
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SOMEDAY I'M GONNA CHANGE MY MIND
sometimes i'd rather kill
sometimes i'd rather kill
Heroin, Ralph Steadman, local shows, politics, self-deprecation, pen art, picking out people's faults.
DISLIKES:
Heroin, rehab, himself, being touched, children, condiments, fake accents.
HOPES:
Honestly, Joe isn't much of a hopeful person. He literally has no hopes whatsoever - not even to make something of himself through his art. He considers even that just a simple pastime, and not something that should be taken seriously. If asked about it, he'll simply tell you he does it for himself in order to salvage what sanity he has left.
FEARS:
Overdosing again, reality TV shows, mass consumerism.
SECRETS: i was hospitalized a few months ago after an overdose. even that wasn't enough to get me to quit.
PERSONALITY:
Joe has become a rather reserved individual - not indulging anyone in his personal struggles, or anything about his life for that matter. They say that it's the particular substance that he's started pumping into his veins on a regular basis, but as far as anyone else is concerned it's just silly rumors. But it's a definite possibility, mainly based on the fact that he exudes all the 'symptoms' of one that uses mind altering drxgs. In result of this introverted personality, Joe tends to make it a point not to socialize with many others. The routine of spending hours by himself in direct denial of social places might cause him to come across to the rest of his peers as a loner. And that very well may be true, but unlike most 'stereotypical' loners, he thrust it upon himself. He takes friendships very seriously, and it takes a lot for him to even consider someone more than just an acquaintance. And it takes even longer for him to start conversing with that person about anything of value. Even then, it's hard to pry anything about his life from him. Joe has been known to have a quick temper that has the ability to flare up over the most trivial of disagreements, causing a loss of friends on his part.
Despite his idealistic views when it comes to communism and politics in general, Joe is very much a realist and tends to dwell on the negative aspects of life rather than the positive. 'Life isn't all just rainbows and puppies, and people just don't understand that', is how he justifies his thought process. Sometimes, his negativity gets a bit extreme however, and he needs a reality check that, even if life isn't all about rainbows and puppies, it isn't all about death and destruction either.
Aside from all this, Joe harbors an intense hatred for the entire monetary system; the system of classes and rich and poor, and all those ridiculous labels. He strongly believes the world would be a better place if the government just simply abolished money altogether, and we lived solely on a system of points, or rather, checks. It's really quite complicated to explain, but the root of this hatred is obviously his up bringing. He is convinced that it was the money problems that eventually drove his family to shambles, and forever will he hold that grudge.
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BLOODSTAINS, SPEED KILLS
fast cars, cheap thrills, rich girls, fine wine
fast cars, cheap thrills, rich girls, fine wine
FATHER: Conan Kennedy/53/retired photojournalist
SIBLINGS: Amelia Kennedy/14
OTHER PEOPLE: "Heroes" are for people who need leaders.
PETS: N/A
HISTORY:
It was fate that brought them together it seemed - both young and enrolled in Boston art college; one a graphic designer, the other a photojournalist. Antoinette Zozam and Conan Kennedy; dated for two years, married on the day after their college graduation. Moving to Detroit, Michigan they both had high hopes for themselves as individuals and as a couple, and neither one of the expected to settle down any time soon. However, there was a hitch in their future plans. A year after their marriage, Annie became pregnant with a boy. Unplanned pregnancy? You bet. But on January 23rd, 1990 Joseph Michael Kennedy was brought into the world.
Annie and Conan both agreed that a lenient lifestyle should be best for their son, considering neither one of them were allowed much freedom when they were young. And so Joe was allowed free reign. As long as he told them where he was going and who he was with, there was no problem whatsoever. He had privacy, he had privileges, and most of all he had respect - something that parents in modern times seem to forget. However, things changed as soon as Annie became pregnant with their second child, Amelia. At this point, Joe was around five years old, old enough to comprehend what was going on, but still too young to fully grasp the entire situation. Especially the cost concern. Having children requires money; money that the Kennedy's didn't have. And so Conan and Annie resorted to working longer hours to help up the income. Obviously, from a child's perspective, this only meant less time with his parents and less attention. Not that he was a greedy, selfish child, but kids tend to notice things such as that, and they take it to heart, which is exactly what young Joe did.
Even after five years the family still had financial struggles. Although they weren't near as severe as they had been when Amelia was a baby, they were still present, and the obvious workload Joe's parents were forced to carry took an obvious toll on them. Joe, now ten years old, had the duty of watching his sister after school on the weekdays 'til around 9 PM, when Annie got off work. Conan worked well into the night. In this manner, the two Kennedy kids nearly raised themselves.
However, it was when Conan peeled out on the highway and was sideswiped by a moving van that shook the family to its core. Paralyzed from the waist down was the diagnosis. $200,000 in medical bills was the charge. $200,000 they didn't have. And so in debt they were, thus putting even more strain on Annie and Conan. Mostly for Annie, now having the burden of the entire income on her shoulders. Conan regressed into a state of depression; confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. And now, although Joe and Amelia were no longer forced to stay home long hours by themselves, it wasn't a much better situation. Their father was hardly present (mentally) so they might as well have been alone anyway. Joe, who already had the responsibility of caring for his younger sister, now took on the role of looking after his immobile, mentally unstable father; something a boy the age of twelve should not have to deal with.
And so the years passed, the money troubles remained, and the family was distancing themselves further and further away from each other. Annie and Conan's relationship was in the dumps, Joe and Amelia fought with each other constantly, and the over all tension level in the household was sky high. But, when Joe turned thirteen, he'd had enough. Luckily, at this time, he was switching from middle school to high school - he hoped to get a new start. And a new start he got. The very first day of freshmen year he met a group of kids similar to himself. Almost immediately, they all became inseparable. He finally had people he could relate to; people he could help distract him from the current home situation, and the other kids felt the same. It was that one day, however, that began Joe's rapid demise. One of the older kids in their little group invited them over on a Friday night. Apparently, he had gotten ahold of some weed. Rolling a joint, he offered it to the rest of them. All of them accepted with no hesitation - except Joe. He'd never tried anything like this before, and he had qualms about it. But after some coaxing and peer pressure, he gave in. And loved it.
Since that day, Joe began buying his own, smuggling it into his room and smoking a joint every night. It was his stress reliever. It was a way to cope with the hectic stress of every day life, and for that he was thankful. This went on for about a good three years or so, giving way for this small habit to progress into something much more serious. Through this so called group of friends Joe had made, by the time he was sixteen he'd been exposed to cocaine, acid, and various over the counter medications. And at this point in his life, it turned into something beyond just a stress reliever. For about another year he used continuously. Anything he could get his hands on; no matter the price, no matter what he had to do to get it. The door had been opened, and it was not going to be shut any time soon. Joe was never home anymore. He was sneaking around his mom and dad (who eventually was able to pull himself out of the funk), lying to their faces, stealing the hard earned money they were scraping for. There was no doubt; he had changed - a complete 180 from the quiet, reserved, understanding boy that he once was. Around the time of his seventeenth birthday is when things began to unravel faster than anyone could have guessed. He was introduced to heroin, and he immediately fell in love. Or, lust, rather. It was at this time when Joe abandoned all other meaning, all other relationships, all other anything and pursued this thing with all that he had. He ended up ditching the entire group that was responsible for this in the first place. And he became violent. It was this that pulled the last straw. Eighteen years old, punched his sister smack in the face. One broken nose and three blood stained towels later, Joe was sent off to a rehabilitation clinic halfway across the country. Twelve months, intensive detox program. His parents had had enough. His whole family had had enough. But Joe, no, Joe could never have enough.
One years later, he returned. He told them he was clean; he looked clean, he even acted clean. The lying stopped, the stealing stopped, the violence had even stopped. Or so he told them. But Joe proved his family otherwise, who were forced to send him away again - this time to a fine arts boarding school in Boston, Massachusetts hoping that maybe he'd channel some of that rage into his art. [/font][/size][/ul]
I LOST MY SENSE, I LOST CONTROL
i lost my mind
i lost my mind
MEMBER NAME: B to the stone, Boston
AGE: Jesus has no age.
WHO REFFERED YOU: Alli, haha.
RP SAMPLE:
HAHA.
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