XYLER, xantos xanny

[believer]

NINETEEN. RESIDENT. HOMOSEXUAL. LOST. VALIC VALENTINE.
( XANTOS XANNY XYLER )

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

NAME:
"xantos xanny xyler. most people just call me xan or xantos though."
AGE:
"nineteen."
BIRTHDAY:
"september thirteenth."
GENDER:
"uh..male? obviously.."
SEXUALITY:
"homosexual."
PARENTS:
"they don't matter."
SIBLINGS:
"sampson, who's twenty one, and he's some mathematician college kid. then there's arabella, she's sixteen, and she's a sophomore. and micheal, who's fifteen, an a freshman."
PERSONALITY:
"well..i guess i'm not the nicest person ever. i get annoyed kind of easily and stuff. but it's not my fault if you're so dumb you can't have a normal conversation that doesn't piss people off. but i'm not always mean. i'm friendly enough if i like you. i just don't trust people too easily. so..relationships don't work out too often for me either. sleeping around is way more fun anyway. and one last thing, that not a lot of people know, i don't really know what i wanna do in my life. at all. even if it seems like i don't care about anything."

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 believer 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 by PM, or aim - heyibitevampires. i'm also in the eastern..i think.. time zone just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, no one..yet!

BooBoo needed to get out for a while. He thought he needed to at least. Of course his family's house was big, very big, and he didn't have to be around anyone, but he wanted to get out. He hadn't gone out lately anyway. For some reason he spent a lot of time at home, in his room or in the basemnt, smoking normally, and he wasn't sure why. His parents never cared if he went out. He did what he wanted to do normally. So he couldn't think of any reason why he hadn't been out lately. But on that day, he didn't feel like going out to the club. When he did go out, it was to the club a lot. He liked going there, but for that one day he didn't feel like being amongst the giant crowds and blaring music that the clubs offered.

Instead, BooBoo decided to go to the beach. The beach was another one of his favorite places. It seemed like someone was always there, and he liked watching the waves if not swimming.
To him, it was a fun place to hang out when he didn't want to be home or partying. So his plan was to get ready and then walk down there. He didn't worry as much about how he looked as normal. He was just going to the beach after all. BooBoo always liked looking good though, and it was almmost expected in his family. You just didn't go out without looking at least presentable. So even on this day, when he wasn't getting too ready, he still looked better than some people did on their average day.

BooBoo fixed his hair, threw on a black t- shirt and swim trunks, put on his shoes, grabbed a towel, his keys, and his sunglasses, threw them all in a backpack, and stepped out of the house. He squinted a little against the sun, and he put on the sunglasses he had. He wasn't old enough to drive yet, so walking was his only option unless he wanted to bug his parents or one of his siblings to drive him. And he really didn't feel like doing that today. Not at all. He would rather take the walk. He threw the backpack over his shoulder and started walking. BooBoo didn't see many people on his way. Very few were walking somewhere it seemed. More people drove everywhere. Most people in this town seemed old enough to drive, it always seemed like he was one of the few who couldn't. One more year and I can. he thought. It was just a passing thought, nothing he really dwelled on for long.

After a few more minutes, maybe about fifteen or twenty, he hadn't kept track, he arrived at the beach. BooBoo walked onto the sand, took off his shoes, and went to find a spot. It wasn't too hard. It was getting a little late, so most people that had been there during the afternoon left to go to clubs or go home. He walked down the beach, found a spot a little away from the water, spread out the towel, and sat down. BooBoo leaned back and watched the water, wondering how many people were still here. But that was another thing about him. BooBoo's real name was of course, not BooBoo. He was born Gino Lorenzo Russo, but for some reason when he was little, someone called him BooBoo, and the name still stuck, fifteen years later. He had no problem telling people his real name, but he got pretty mad if people called him Gino. Very few people, if any, were allowed to call him that without him being mad. So he was known as BooBoo to basically everyone.

As he sat there though, he wondered if anyone would show up to talk to. He was fine being alone, but it was always nice to have company. So BooBoo wondered if there were any people even close to his age here anymore. Instead of wondering to much, he decided he'd just hang out until someone came over. Sitting there, he decided he might as well be comfortable, so he pulled off the t- shirt he was wearing, threw it next to him, and laid down on the towel. He then decided to wait and see if anyone would come over, hopefully someone fun to talk to.