Hangover
Bitter - Handsome - Irritable
Pet Name: Hangover
Owner: unicorn
Theme / Type: Blush Obsideon
Born: January 9, 2011
Gender: Male
Mood: Mad
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 4
Defense: 7
Speed: 3
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 4
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
and i sort of like his sound
i n f o ;
name; Hank Sangreen
login; Angelina "Candy" K.
age; twenty-two
degree; film major
zodiac; gemini
sexual orientation; hetero
a p p e a r a n c e ;
Lanky. He's tall, but very, very skinny. He got a bit of a hunched back. His breastbone and collarbone protrude and his ribcage is probably the only thing you could keep your eyes on if he was ever to take off his shirt for anyone. His skin is a pale, sickly grey, like his eyes. He's got black hair, sort of in a short, yet shaggy cut, that ends about a centimeter above his eyebrows in the front. His lips are almost flesh colored, and very thin, and it doesn't help that they're framed by his groomed stubble, thus always bringing attention to them. His eyes are narrow, and his eyebrows are sort of inclined so that he always looks like he's thinking hard or angry. He's got long eyelashes. The chicks dig that. His nose is thin and pointed, a little curved at the end. There are very heavy bags under his eyes, since he never really sleeps.
He wears oval, frame-less glasses. Reading glasses, he calls them, though he really doesn't need them for reading or seeing. He wears them to keep people from bothering him, so he can always say "Can't you see I'm reading?" whenever someone tries to gets his attention. He's almost never lying. He always has a book of some sorts in his hand.
He wears a lot of layers of baggy clothes. He's always saying it's because he's cold. Nobody thinks much of it, but they don't know. He's usually got a fleece-plaid shirt of many varying colors on it. Over that, it's some pull over with an obscure design on it . He's nice pants though, at least. His jeans are brand name, but also a few good sizes above what he really is, but he's got belts for that. Leather belts. He collects them.
He smokes too, on top of all of that. It might have something to do with the lack pf pigment in his skin and the tint on his teeth. It takes away his nerves, so he really doesn't care about the health issues. Surprisingly, even though he smokes a lot, he never actually smells like cigarettes.
p e r s o n a l i t y ;
* no-bull crap attitude, hissy, annoyed easily
* inferiority complex, paranoid about authority
* bitter, doesn't like having people around him
* annoyed by the amount of females that adore him (one)
* is never seen in his classes, always roaming the campus
* sensitive to a fault, opinionated
s u i c i d e c l u b ;
Hank Sangreen has anorexia.
He doesn't know why. He just does. He can't stand eating, and thinking about it makes him sick. Food of all sorts, especially meat, disgusts him. The smell of food disgusts him. Watching people eat makes him want to vomit. He thinks everyone is trying to poison him; to brainwash him. He takes homemade nutrient pills to stay alive.
He's well aware of how skinny he's becoming. He hates his reflection, but he believes it has nothing to do with his eating habits.He doesn't want to die, but he doesn't want to live like this either.
Soon, he came across the Suicide Club. When he was confronted of the idea of his problem, he decided to lie about his gender online. The screen name he goes under is a girl named Angelina ("Candy") who has anorexia and a drug addiction to meth. He doesn't exactly know why he says he/she pops pills and pipes, but it might be (whether he is aware of it or not) his conscience about his own nutrient pills.
She's basically everything Hank is, but female.
He accesses the chat group through his cell phone, which he's always on. He talks to a lot of people on there, but whenever someone starts to get close, he drives them away with insults on their character or their "disorders".
He hates whiny teenagers, and says they're all fake, and don't know what the real problems are.
He hates both Juvenile and Buzzkill, who are also members of the Suicide Club, but his insults bounce off of them, thus he is stuck with them and talks to them on a almost-daily basis.
it's mass hysteria
the catcher in the rye
like usual, you can't start anything right
it all comes out twisted and disfigured
why don't you just sit around
and breathe a little bit with me
we'll shoot up to the stars
ah, here it comes now
take off that stress from your shoulders
and swallow down your deep breaths
empty your mind, make it shallow
our games have yet to just begun
take the red one, maybe white too
and then you'll feel just alright
if you want we can open a window
just so everyone can see
when the sunlight shines down upon you
that you've messed it all up again
your head is full of hot air
your sanity is spinning you in circles
rip your skin and hide your shame
are you feeling light headed?
maybe you should just stop breathing
then everything would be alright
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