WELLS, mason, uriel

[mason]

If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well, I guess I'll make my own way

MASON URIEL WELLS

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It's a circle, a mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore

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Name: Elly.
Age: 21.
Rping experience: 9 yrs
Rping level: Moderate.
How did you find us: Randomly.

Where's your gavel, your jury, what's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me, well sentence me to another life

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Full Name: Mason Uriel Wells
Nickname(s): May, Ur or Stretch because of his height, which he hates.
Age: 18.
Birthday: October 17.
Status: Single.
Sexuality: Straight.
Time spent at Horizon: 1 month.
Canon or Original: Original.

Group: Student
Grade: 12
Horizon Group: Ridgerunners
Why are you here: Cutting, suicide attempts, mild schizophrenia and mild sadism.
Staff Position: N/A

Don't wanna hear your sad songs, don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault cause you know we're not the same

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Hair color: Black, worn long or short.
Eye color: Hazel, but wears contacts at times.
Height:6'4
Weight: 151
Build: Tall, lanky, skinny, slightly toned.
Tattoos and/or piercings: Both arms covered in tattoos.
Style: Goth, Mason loves black, one can mostly see him in Gothic style clothing. Currently he has been known to wear make-up, black mostly, lipstick and eye make-up. His clothing consists of jeans, large boots, rings, bracelets, silver of course and t-shirts to long sleeves. Nothing too over the top, Mason keeps his hair straight and it reaches to his mid-back. He doesn't plan on cutting it.
Play By: Marilyn Manson.

The friends who stuck together, we wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good

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Likes:
loud music
cats
rain
winter
sweets
his many boots.

Dislikes:
summer.
pop music.
dogs.
heights.
liars.
loosing.

Fears:
spiders.
sharks.
deep water.

Strengths:
great listener.
observes well.
plays drums and guitar.
paints and writes well.

Weaknesses:
clumsy.
not good at any sport.
can be too weird at times.
speaks his mind.

Secrets: Enjoys the sight of blood, and people getting hurt.

Overall personality: Mason is an odd young man. At the age of eighteen he doesn't plan on changing anytime soon. He's a tall and rather intimidating person to look at. And if one didn't know who he was or how he acted, one might think to hit the floor for fear of him pulling out a gun. Mason is a kind person though when he feels like it. He'll shoot of his mouth about the weirdest things that tend to scare people or make them feel uncomfortable.

Mason can also be the total opposite, a shy man who is afraid to talk to most girls. But he's always been like that even since he was a young boy. He's had one girlfriend in the past but nothing serious, he scared her away if anything with his odd "antics". Mason enjoyed giving pain to others, much to his girlfriend's horror. Other then those "lovely quarks" Mason can be a very loyal friend. With a witty sarcastic humor, very intelligent vocabulary and an impressive outside look he's an odd boy to be friends with.

You treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir

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Birthplace: Nevada, USA.
Hometown: Holt Town.
Heritage: Caucasian.
Mother: Patty Wells.
Father: John Carson.
Sibling(s): N/A.
Other important family members: Aunt Bonnie.
Pet(s): A white female cat named Eden.

History: Mason Wells was born to an unwed waitress mother, with a father in the picture but not a very good one. The 'family' lived in Nevada, and his father was a gambler. Eventually he gambled their lives away, and when Mason was four years old his father disappeared. His mother said he went to live with God, later in life Mason knew his father had been shot, rolled up in a carpet and was long gone from this place called Earth. Or at least that's what he thought. His mother never spoke a word of it.

As Mason grew he realized he enjoyed 'playing' with other animals and children to the point of hurting them. His mother wrote it off as a childhood thing. When he got into his early teens he started to cut, enjoying it and hate look of the blood, he was also not making any friends at his school and was labeled an outcast. This led to two attempts on his own life, much to his mother's horror. So they moved to Seattle to move in with Mason's aunt Bonnie. A year after moving in Mason had the hardest year of high school at age 18. He was beat up walking home through the shortcut through the woods, and left for dead. He had to go to the hospital for stitches to his head.

A few jocks decided it would be funny to hit him in the head with a bat, but something was watching over Mason for he lived that day. Still it wasn't enough to stop him from trying to kill himself a third time in his closet with his wrists slashed just a few days after the beating. He was found by his aunt and again rushed to the hospital. His mother and aunt had enough, in order to get Mason help they decided to send him to Horizon.

I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out

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Rp sample: Raphael sighed deeply as he leaned himself against one of the brick walls of a thrift store. His blue eyes shifted watching people, he had made himself visible so any mortal could see him. But when he wasn't only Accipio's could, so he was pretty out in the open, but he didn't mind. At times it was nice and calming to be seen. He wore black jeans, shoes, a white dress shirt and a long wool trench coat he had it buttoned up. Today was rather cold, and Raphael didn't like the heat or the cold, he was an in between kind of angel.

Giving another sigh he turned his head to look at the door to the thrift store open his ears picking up the ding. He might as well go in, maybe see if he could find some clothes. Once inside his eyes landed on shirts for men. Waking over to the racks he started to browse through, his blue eyes taking in colors he never imagined a person would where, some where very ugly to look at.
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Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend

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