BAYARD, jharn harley

[jharn]

SEVENTEEN. HIGH SCHOOL. BISEXUAL. VIGILANT. ANDY SIX
( JHARN HARLEY BAYARD )

I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character

It’s Jharn, (pronounced like JAAAARN) but most catalogue me as resident emo, voodoo, ink face… a whole series of stereotypic names. I don’t give a fuck what you address me as –it just suggests how plagiaristic and self-possessed you are- but just don’t say it to my face, okay? I get volatile, quite easily, and am quite eminent for causing external damage when I get called things I don’t like- don’t even try to be subtle about it. Anyways, I am male and born on the 27th of July, which makes me seventeen. I am bisexual, and don’t sleep around. Ever. You could say I am the alternative of a slut. I look for commitment and believe in true love, no matter how clichéd it seems. Oh, and I’m a virgin.

My personality? Apparently I am a shroud of mystery. I’m quite brooding. I compare myself to a complex jigsaw puzzle; foreign, oddly shaped, and without reason, unable to fit in. Everybody else is prosperously connected, but I tend to isolate myself and accept that I am the outcast. Some say I have a guard of barbed wire coiled around my body, abandoned and waiting for somebody to impair themselves against. Harsh huh, but that’s what I am- a disturbed individual with an aggressive streak. I’m either invisible or caught up in a brawl. I’d like to consider myself as a good person but I have the tendency to promote a sense of fear. Maybe it’s because I stand at a phenomenally tall six foot six.

On the positive note, once you get to know me, I’m not all that sinister, really. Apart from my heed for dark poetry, I like drawing. I’ll draw anything. Apparently I am great at riding wood with wheels too. I skateboard to get from place to place. My other interests include astronomy, literature, mythology, nature, photography, culture, circuses, neon colours, music, animals, spirituality, cryptology, and fashion. I’m just a really shy guy in my own timid kind of way. Once I befriend you, I am very loyal and caring, not to mention protective. Very, very protective.

My history? Okay, so I was a twin, an identical one too. He’s name was –insertnamehere- and us brothers grew up together with mum and dad. We lived a pretty average life just down the road, actually. He was the surfer- I was the skater, and we were best friends. So yeah, we lived a normal life. I mean, I admit, my brother was the favourite whilst I was the more… reserved one, you could say. Very vigilant. But I didn’t care. I didn’t mind being the weird one in the family, but I was never really that intimate with mum and dad. To me, it was just my brother and I, and when he wasn’t there –surfing with friends or with our parents- I’d just go off and do my own thing. Drawing, skating, constructing something, whatever.

As we advanced our early teens, things started to get… different. I never really talked to my dad that much but I knew he started taking –insertnamehere- to the gym with him. It became an obsession and I had less and less time to spend with my brother. It was like my own dad was my substitute or something. And then they’d begin to make little jokes about me while mum was at work. Discreet comments behind my back at first, and then to my face. I ignored it at first- it was just hormones playing on my brother’s behalf, but then the insults progressed into things that actually hurt and that they found comedy in. Then picking on me became their debut obsession. Locking me in rooms –I’m claustrophobic- treating me with silence, disfiguring my skateboards with pornographic material… and then punching me.

I couldn’t believe –insertnamehere-. One day, I got really angry. Like, really, really angry. I fought back until the point when dad and my brother had me pinned down. They laughed it off and then a month later, my brother erratically apologized and proposed we spend a day at the beach together. Assuming he truly meant it, I agreed to go. We were swimming, and then the next thing I knew, dad and my brother where trying to drown me. With oxygen deficiency, obscure blue tinted eyes and mind reeling with alarm, I managed to resurface, knock them out, and swim away.

When I finally opened up to mum, we submit a bond we never thought we had. We moved away and started a new life, and dad went to prison for a second attempt at hurting me. And that was when I did something I really shouldn’t of. I killed my brother and left his body there. I haven’t told anyone.

SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character

hey bitches, it's eliza and i've been pimpin' these hoes for about three years. i know right, it's great isn't it? need to get a hold of me? hit me up at PM/MSN/EMAIL ([e-mail]). i'm also in eastern standard time zone just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, - - - - - - - !

do i have to? xD

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