{C}so kill me and drive in the dirt of the grave

[Auralia Hayley Bownier]

october maximus dicruz !
Can you lay your life down, so a stranger can live? can
you take what you need, but take less than you give?
could you close every day, without the glory and fame?
could you hold your head high, when no one knows your
name? that's how legends are made, at least that's what they say.

THE DAY WE MET WAS LIKE A HIT AND RUN
and i still taste it on my tongue

[/b][/color] October Maximus DiCruz
nickname(s): Toby, Tob
age: ninteen
sexuality: straight
job: car shop
gender: male
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THE SKY WAS BURNING UP LIKE FIREWORKS
you made me want you oh so bad it hurts

[/b][/color] 6'0"
body type: lean/slender/
hair and eyes: fair, golden-blonde hair, with golden, amber-brown eyes.
clothing style: Toby where's pretty much whatever he feels like wearing. He'll wear a white collared, unbuttoned shirt one day, and then next he'll wear a dark black hoodie. As I mentioned, it'w whatever he feels like waring. Got it? Good.
overall appearance: Toby has got a gorgeous look to him. He could be considered an angel, and is often refurred to as "lion-like". He's got glowing, bronze-tanned skin, and just shining feature. His fair blond hair falls around his ears and forehead, seeming to glow with gold if the sun hits it just right. His brown-amber eyes always seem to glitter in the sunlight, glimmering like a gem. Sometimes, if the light hits those beautiful orbs just right, they'll shine a heart-stopping golden color.
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I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK
but now i'm hungover

[/b][/color] music, boston, teen choice, overdose(dose, pet), U.K., coffee, candles, a glass of wine, classical music, nights alone, fire
dislikes: violence, guns, the monarchy, cops, his father, his mother, academics, authority, people who don't respect him
habits: crossing his arms, tapping his foot, tossing his hair, glaring, being sarcastic
secrets: when in he lived in the U.K., he was apart of a secret group of teenagers who got themselves into Iraq--basicly, he was a self-funded soldier. He's a very classy guy.
personality: The kind of guy Toby is? Well... he's a hero. he's that guy you read about in a magazine, and you think: "Gosh. I wanna be just like him." He's got all the best intentions at heart, and will get anything done if he sets his mind to it. He's strong willed, couragous, and wise. He's very noble, and most everyone respects him. He'll respect anyone who he thinks deserves it--which in his mind, is most people. He will always find the good in someone, no matter how terrible they are. He will always put others first, willing to jump in front of a bullet for even the lowest of the low. He's always proud, giving hope to anyone around him, but he somehow always doubts himself. he never has hope for himself, and it's probably his biggest flaw. He has himself at the bottom of his list.
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YOU DROVE ME CRAZY EVERY TIME WE TOUCHED
now i'm so broken that i can't get up

[/b][/color] Suezanna/54/artist
father: Allan/56/arcitect
siblings: Suezanna/12/none, Allan/deceased/marines
other family: His fennec fox, overdose (dose)
YOU BETTER CLICK
history:
he stood still, keeping firm eye contact with his father. The eight-year-old was listening to his father scream about how his room wasn't cleaned quite right. "I did the best I could, sir." he replied in a monotone. THis only got his father even more angry. Less than a second later, he was struck, his father's hand leaving a pulsing, burning, and aching feeling on the side of his face. "You don't talk unless i tell you to!" he shouted. October didn't look back up at his father, just nodded. It was better to stay silent. "Now get up to your room and finish it." he growled in a low, dangerous tone. "Yes sir." With that, he walked up stairs to his third story bedroom, walking past his mom, who was in tears in the parlor. He shut his door behind him, and cried on his king sized bed.

"You are a disgrace to this family, October!" The sixteen-year-old boy only stared back with a cold, hard expression. Allen's words stung, but he gave no sign of the pain those cutting words caused. The only sign was his clenched to prevent a sarcastic retort. "You not only embaressed me in front of the entire commitey, but you shamed me. I am ashamed to call my son, october. Ashamed." His father turned away, thos ice blue eyes staring out the large, floor to cieling window of the living room. "Why couldn't you be more like your brother?" Toby couldn't take it anymore. "Maybe because I shouldn't have to be!" The teenager shouted in fury. It was a split second before his father's hand collided with the side of his face. Toby's face was whipped to the side, and he held back a grunt of pain, wincing with the burning. "Don't you ever speak of Allan like that, ever again!" he snarled. Toby just stayed silent, but inside... his soul was tortured.[/i]

Toby hardly looked back at his house, tears burning his eyes. The eighteen-year-old didn't want to leave his mother. he didn't at all. He didn't want to leave his baby sister... But he had to. He had to bring honor to his name again, which meant he had to leave London--and maybe come back. He just kept walked, giving only one glance back tot eh estate that had been his home, and his hell, for so long. "Goodbye," was all he said, before turning around and taking his next, and possibly last, steps towards honor.

So, after Toby left his home, he joined a group of self-funded merecinaries, hoping to please his family at war in Iraq, where his twin brother, Allan, had died. With this group of highly trained and very endangered mercinaries, he served in the war for exactly a year before he descovered that no matter what he did, his father would never be proud. So, after a year of friends being shot down dead around him, and killing countless, so he wenyt home to Boston with one his buddies, but his buddy ended up moving, leaving him alone in Boston. He's all alone now with his little pet fox he broguht back from Iraq, and has an apartment, but he spends most of his time with Teen Choice, where he feels he best fits in. It's a place no one knows his past.[/font][/size][/ul]