Post by chiara on Dec 22, 2010 0:26:06 GMT -5
solomon alexander cross.
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[/CENTER]SEVENTEEN. JUNIOR. ENGLAND. NICOLAS BEMBERG. FORTY-TWO.
so come on love, draw your swords - shoot me to the ground.
Solomon Alexander Cross was born on March 3rd, to Reegan Thompson-Cross and Julian Cross. They were a wealthy, upper-class British family who lived in relative bliss throughout much of Solomon's younger years. He had fond memories of when his father, a professional musician, first taught him how to play the cello - through all the struggles and triumphs. He remembered the dear Christmases and Thanksgivings when his mother would attempt to make her turkey and the whole family was happy. He was a normal boy, very intelligent, although a little mature with a habit of saying things far beyond his years. A well-mannered boy with dark, curly chocolate hair and the brightest blue eyes - he was the spitting image of his father, combined with his mother's strong cheekbones and thin frame. He had always been a bit lean, even when he was young, battling with a bit of aggressive anemia all his life that frequently drains his energy.
When he was nine years old, Solomon's mother got a job as headmistress to the Kostine Academy. They had to pack up and move, luckily Solomon saw it as an exciting change. But his life changed quite drastically after a series of events occurred that he could not completely understand in the next few years. When Solomon was about eleven years old, in the 6th grade, his mother and father went through a nasty divorce. His father had cheated on her, out of the blue in Solomon's mind, and had torn her heart to pieces. Solomon tried his hardest to comfort her during this hard time, but he was only met with cold bitterness. Solomon then kept mostly to himself, waiting out the storm and hoping that things could go back to normal eventually. But they did not. His father left the family completely, and Solomon was all alone with his poor mother.
Solomon grew up fast in the next several years. He was disinterested in having any social life, concentrating merely on his grades and cello playing. He tried hard, trying to please his mother by being perfect. Unfortunately, his growing resemblance to his father only repulsed her and drove her further away. Solomon didn't give up for some strange reason, and kept pressing himself harder and harder to perform and become the best cellist, better than his father had ever been. Once he practiced to complete oblivion and passed out from physical weakness. He was destined for Kostine Academy, and even though his mother was the headmistress he still had talent and intelligence enough to be invited without her influence. He continued to be a prime honors student and a masterful cellist.
But Solomon started to become burnt out and depressed from the lack of affection. He's frequented thoughts of suicide, but has never told anybody. He figures that if he kills himself, maybe then for once his mother will notice him. But since he's too afraid of the afterlife, he tends to live his life carelessly. He's stopped taking his anemia medication. He smokes, drinks, and indulges in drugs whenever they're available. He frequently gets into fights only to get beat up. He drives recklessly and never looks both ways before crossing the street. He really has lost all sense of who he is or what he wants from life. Although, his own sexual preferences could not be negated. After having several sexual affairs while seeking for affection during his high school years, he considers himself purely homosexual with no desire to be with women. In fact, he's become a bit of a misogynist - although, he comes off as very condescending towards everyone.
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CHIARA. 19. CENTRAL. 8 YEARS. MSN: seriouslypriestly@hotmail.com .
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