Rowan Booker

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan Joseph Booker
FACE CLAIM: Kenny Wormald

♦ THE BASICS ♦

AGE: Nineteen
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
POSITION: High school student

♦ THE FREEFORM ♦

[Truth is that it was always going to end

This symphony buzzing in my head

Took a market of filth

And sold like summer]

You could say I was a late bloomer, or maybe it was just the fact that my mother had a high tolerance for bullshit, not that she was the one who put up with it often. My life was good in Boston, I was born into wealth, but I never paid any mind as to why my family was wealthy. Both sides I guess you could say were equally as well off, and I think that's why my dad had no problem with bolting when I was too young to notice his absence or understand his reasoning. It's always just been me and my mom's side of the family, note that I didn't say just me and my mom. We've never been quite close and even less so when I started acting out. I was fifteen years old when they shipped me off to Greece, and frankly, I only saw it as a way to expand my knowledge. 

Not the kind that you're thinking, I ain't some smarty pants and I wasn't born some kind of prodigy. The only studying I have ever done is studying the human body. And I'm not picky, I like to explore both genders. But we'll get further into that later on. A bit more about me, I'm a dancer, it's been my outlet, the one thing that I am good at other than charming the pants off of people. This also means I'm pretty much a wall of muscle, even if I don't look it. I'm tallish, blonde with blue eyes. I've got the good ol' Boston accent to go with my dashing good looks. I'm not a snobby rich kid, although I can't say that I don't use the money to my advantage, I'd be stupid not to, right?

[True all of the good girls act so good
'Til one of them doesn't wait their turn
Turn the memory to stone
And carve your shoulder]

Like I said before, my mother and father split. I didn't know the reason at the time since I was just a toddler, but I found out a bit later on in life, especially with the lessons she was teaching me as soon as puberty hit. I was told from the very beginning that love was bullshit and there was no such thing. It was always just lust. Lust over love. That was why my father left. Except when I was young, she made me believe that it was him who had chosen lust over love. Come to find out, he was the one who had every right to leave, and left me with the source of his problems only to turn out to be just like her.

I didn't know it at the time, but her and I were destined to be just the same and there was nothing I could do about it, and there was nothing I really wanted to do to stop it. What she taught me became my slogan, my way of justifying who I was becoming. Who I am because frankly, I don't see where she's wrong. Lust always wins out over love. Love is just a poor man's fairytale ending and honestly, whether she was the one who fucked up or not, my father was stupid for thinking anything different was going to come from their marriage.

[I know what it's like to have to trade

The ones that you love for the ones you hate

Don't think I've ever used a day of my education]

I think the biggest thing that shaped me was the loss of my cousin. Yeah, yeah, you can say he was just my cousin, but in our family, cousins are like extended siblings. Benjamin and I grew up very close. We were only about a year apart, my mom and aunt pregnant together, so excited. Privileged kids that we were, Benny and I never acted like the snobs that we lived around. Prep schools filled with holier than thou prissy boys, and then there was us. The Rowdy Boston Boys. The other guys were just mad because every girl likes a bad boy. And in that crowd, bad boy only meant foul-mouthed and dirty. Benny was a football player and I was a dancer, that was all the dirt they needed to be hooked on us.

It was a car accident that took him. Some drunken moron hit him on his way to Beatrice's orchestra concert. The drunk lived.

And I traded someone that I loved, for all the hatred in the world. School became tiresome and unimportant. I started fighting more seriously with my mother and I hardly spoke to anyone in my family except for my younger cousin Beat, who was Benny's little sister. She was the only person I trusted to open up to, and yet I knew I had to be strong for her. She depended on me to keep anything bad from happening to her and I depended on her to keep me from doing anything to myself. It worked well enough, we grew to the point of acting as if we were siblings, but we never forgot Ben.

[There's only two ways that these things can go
Good or bad and how was I to know
That all your friends won't hold any grudges
I got the final judgment]

My mother decided she couldn't take the way my life was currently headed. It was too destructive to her name and she thought that I was becoming a bad influence on my cousin. At least, those were her claims. Beatrice has always been a much better person than I and she came from a set of parents who couldn't have been happier together, my ways weren't affecting her, and my aunt knew it. However, it wasn't their choice to make. And at fifteen years old, after wrecking havoc in several private schools (even an all boys prep school ;D) my mother shipped me off to Greece, to Edenbourg, in hopes of me getting my act together.

Little did she know that taking me away from everything I knew and loved was only going to fuel the resentment I held towards her and would only spur much worse things. 

[And you been gone so long

I forgot what you feel like

But I'm not gonna think about that right now

I'm gonna keep getting underneath you

And all our friends want us to fall in love]

I've been at Eden for four years, it's my second time through senior year because school just isn't my thing. I've slept with all willing bodies I can find, have never been in love and make friends with any who can tolerate my crass personality and my crude humor. I'm an ass, a jerk, I use girls and guys for my own satisfaction and often times I don't call the next day. To say that I'm a bad person would be justifiable, but there isn't one person in this world other than those involved who know the reason behind my behavior. Odds are, if I hadn't found out, I wouldn't be acting out as much as I am. It's not for attention though, oh no, I can get that in spades. I do it to set an example of what my mother's acts resort in. I want to make her life hell by being the biggest family disgrace she could possibly have had. I want her to know that I see right through her perfect smile and ugly pants suit. I know what a whore she is, and I know that she's right. Lust over love. Always.

♦ THE PLAYER ♦

USERNAME: Wouldn't you like to know (Trix)
AGE GROUP: How old do I look? (twenty)
EXPERIENCE: How long do you think? (seven years)
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? What does it matter? (Mel)

[♦ Mel ♦]

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