BRING YOU DOWN SO BADLY` joey

[joey isaac knowles]

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THE BASICS[/color]
Full Name: Joey Issac Knowles
Age: 19
Gender: male
Date of Birth: 1st of september
Group: musician
Year/Job: senior..barely
Sexuality:openly bisexual




APPEARANCE
Hair Color:blonde naturally,
Eye Color:light icy blue
Ethnicity: british
Overall Appearance:


• 'california?. Love I was born in a subway in london. '
You'll scream out California boy when you see Joey. It's a reaction he's adjusted to. He has assumed this kind of persona that place shim on a beach in peoples mind air. Staring out to sea all moody and shit. Surfboard to the side. You'll also have the impulse to just say 'aww'/ Ok so he’s a baby-face and yeah. he’s pretty cute. He wouldn't admit it himself. Some long years of being worn down of his self-confidence have defeated his self-compliment ability.

•trust me,i'd rather have wrinkles than a baby face
He hates his fresh looks. Really he does. Especially recently, patronisation gets even more bothersome as your grow. He has this pure complexion that only tans slightly in the sun, never seeming to burn. He doesn't know why because as a person. he is (begrudgingly) a bit of an English rose. He cant remember the last time he has a case of the red lobster. Anyway the point we are getting at is that Joey has skin to die for, and he would rather he didn’t have it. Mostly because it honestly give shim the appearance of somebody about three years his junior and times; and when your 18 that’s pretty confidence-demolishing.

• 'well i guess my eyes, they aren’t too bad..'
He likes then secretly. People rave about his eyes. These deep souled pools of about fifty different shades of blue. They are rather gorgeous. He personally likes them because they are the only thing that even slightly looked liked his brother. Or his mother for that matter. Joe probably has no idea but he is very expressive with them and probably one of the most obvious guys when checking anybody out, if he ever got the nerve to check anybody out without feeling like a social retard once again.

• 'i have love for straightners... is that wrong?'
He loves his hair does Joey. he does straighten it mostly because if you ever see it ,longer than its usual fringe and shaggy back and sides, he has wavy locks. They undoubtedly suit him anyway but every morning he wages war on them with the straightening irons. Mostly because basically everybody and their mother sin under the impression he has straight hair and so he doe enjoy to keep it that way. Unless of course he goes through of his 'au natural' phases. God help us all.

• 'my ass DOES look skinnier in tight jeans '
PRAISE BE, he does like skinny jeans does Joey. Although when he's skating which he is indefinitely doing, he does go for baggier pants. Or cut off pairs. His clothing in general isn’t particularly made for fashion, it more is made to fit himself, his life etc. Like the band tees that he own in droves from god knows how many gigs and the worn hoodies that have seen way to many fall off boards. Oh and his piece de la résistance board short go from skatepark to town to beach. Pretty slick eh?. He doesn't even realise how organized he is when it comes to dressing to occasion. I mean if theirs something formal he doesn’t go much further than white shirt black tie but he doe sit with style and probably with black skinnies. He doesn’t even try and yeah sometimes it shows against these metrosexual fahsionista types but somehow the slightly dishevelled scruffy thing, suits him.


Face Claim:dougie poynter


PERSONALITY

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o blink 182
o heroin
o skating
o surfing
o vans
o mountain dew
o london
o the beach
o sex on said beach
o photography
o live music
o loud music
o electric shocks
o losing conciousness
o numbness
o hugs
o his friends
o simpleness



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o harmonicas
o brash people
o home truths
o death
o knives
o violence
o being afraid
o hospitals
o his dyslexia
o getting clean
o losing vin
o graveyards
o his shyness



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Fears: at least 3

• losing sasha ~ honestly he wouldn't bat an eyelid if somebody in his weird parental triangle dropped dead. Still his younger sister?. She;s the only family who he cares about and the only one who hasn't been completely fucked up by events concerning Kent. Losing his brother and his fiance was enough , he wouldn't quite be able to take losing his beloved sister.
  
• choking on broccoli ~ what?, you asked! xD
  
• losing his mind ~ He fears it, constantly. Spurring him on to believe that maybe he's already lost it. He's so very afraid of insanity.
  
  
  

Goals: at least 3

• drop the heroin ~ He does really want to get off of it , honest. It's just well, it's a little hard whent heres nothing really to tempt you to get clean. Before he had the promise of a life with Vin, just try and explainto him what he has to fight for now.
  
• get over vin ~ he doesn't like to admit it or talk about it but sooner or later he wants to get rid of the aching pain he had under his rib cage for the boy who broke his heart.
  
• prove his worth ~ what? Oh he wants to prove he's more useful than svereal bullies, teachers and his brother always thought he wants to be somebody whos needed and it generally not a liability. That would be nice.
  
  

Overall Personality:•shy ~ ' Yeah, I'm shy...really shy. I pretty much always have been. I mean it;s hard for me to talk to you properly if I don't know you. I'll try but I'll stutter and i'll screw up and then .I can guarantee most people will turn away. I guess I picked it up form when I was younger, it was easier to be invisible and not try than put myself out there for abuse. It's pretty hard for me to be me if I do know how you'll react. People tend to think I’m stuck up or that I’m ignoring them when I'm just trying to force it out. The stutter isn't there all the time and I really am trying every shrink this side of California hasn't helped so I guess in the long run getting over it's down to me. However as it is. I’m always in the background and in the shadows. It's always nice when people make the effort to actually get to know me instead of assuming I’m a weird mute or I’m a complete anti-social bastard. Trust me you have no idea how it feels to be pushed to the back in every situation , every single day of your life. it's not exactly confidence-enriching.

•odd~ok so I don't see things your way all the time. I might judge things wrong or get it twisted. I like it that way. I mean isn't two viewpoints better than one?. I dunno. I grew up having to look deeper than the surface. I mean otherwise I would of gone mental. I see, some situations as deeper than you see them . I think of stories behind them and shit. Its immature but I cant help it. then ill forget what I’m thinking about the next second. I guess I’m immature really. I mean I don’t see heroin as an addiction. Just a bump in the road. I mean I got mixed dup in one of the heaviest drugs and Pretty much it still hasn’t sunk in that this could kill me, already sending me to an early grave.

• charming ~ people say I’m charming once you get to know me. I don't like the word charming though. It always reminds me of slimy dudes in lousy bars turning on the 'charm'.Just ew..no. I guess they mean I know how to make people feel a little bit better about whatever’s getting them down. I dunno why anybody would think I would be particularly charming. All I do is smile and talk people into a smile. That’s nothing special right?. Oh well whatever. i might as well make others happy if I'm busy being a train-wreck or breaking my limb sin skating accidents and such. I mean I'm just nice. i guess that’s pretty nice amongst some guys these days so that must be where this 'charming thing ' comes from.

• naive~ must ..stop....trusting..people. I mean trustings not bad it’s just I tend to trust to easily and I always can see the problematic situations coming from miles away but still I let it happen. yeah I guess I should stop believing in the lies and should try and see through when people aren’t exactly who they seem to be, but its hard. I'm just not one to see bad in people and yeah it's one my flaws. I 'm the guy who gets backstabbed and stolen from and the guy who gets cheated on. I guess I’m to slow to see and too soft-hearted to do much about it. Its either hurt them or they hurt me and I'm useless at being malicious.

•intelligent ~''alright so i can't read and I sure as hell cant spell. So sue me. It pisses me off more than you could even think of. I mean seven year olds can outspell me. It's just when i read. all the letters get mixed up and they all seem out of place. I cant even spell dyslexia. How ironic is that. It doesn’t mean I'm not smart. If I had a way of reading the books with understanding the words I would, but I can't. I know my IQ's high-ish. I could be a good student. Sadly enough that involves all the things I suck at. Although I'm intelligent in other areas. I can play four instruments. I mean I can read music and do numbers. It's just I couldn’t read you even a line of Charles dickens, somehow that’s stopped mattering so much to me. '

•frustrated ~ Those nicely fake people at the clinic said my recovery period would be hard. It wasn't really. I just didn’t need heroin for a while. Great right?. I mean It was pretty confusing to not have my drugs and not have Vin, but hey I guess I was getting on fine. then I realised why i was getting on fine,; because i never recovered, I never got clean I guess and the cravings, oh their bitches. I mean real bitches.Then theres the fact that he isn’t around, that hurts. And Kent. Well that all too much to take. trust me I tears my head to pieces every day and every night. Thats why I like the drugs. They take away the strain. Everything seems kinda brighter when it's all off my shoulders. Nobody ever seems to understand that.

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HISTORY
Birth place: london, england
Family:


Peter Ness
~biological father
~40
~archictect
~existence unknown to Joey until a year ago
' I haven't known him all my life and bollocks if he wants contact now. I mean the bloke who raised me's a callous twat. At least he was there.


Jacob Knowles
~adoptive father
~40
~archictect
~existence unknown to Joey until a year ago
' Ok i can kind of appreciate why he hates me, i mean i am his wifes lovechild but still; cant he grow up and at least be civil. It's not my fault I was born.



Valerie Knowles
~biological mother
~40
~housewife
~hide the existence of Joey's father
' what do you want me to say, she's a liar and a whore with no backbone. '


Kent Knowles
~brother
~should be twenty
~deceased
' He was a bastard with no brains and even less sense. Mr.risk taker Kent was a complete criminal, but he was pretty much the best brother I could of asked for when it came down to it, but it was pretty much a matter of time before the life he was leading killed him.


Sasha Knowles
~sister
~16
~resides in england
' the only person in this family still alive that i get along with, she's crazy and shes the atlantic ocean away but thats sasha. Living near the only family she doesn't hate would be much to easy -lesigh-

Overall History:

•'I guess everything they said happened before i was born, well it's all a lie. '

Life wasn't easy. Even before Joey was born. The Knowles clan, although not particularly clan-like at that point, lived on a council estate in the suburbs of London. It was a pretty horrible place to be quite blunt. It was the kind of place that all those news reports of stabbings and stealing sprees come from. Well that’s Where Joey's family resided. Trying to make a young relationship work. balancing that with a new-born. One Kent Isaac Knowles and Joeys dark brooding older sibling. Joey was yet a shine in his mothers eye. It was clear that this was a marriage of convenience. Jacob preferring to spend his nights down the pub and his days at work than in the strained family atmosphere he had begun to despise. His son grew in height and development ad an his dad grew in distance. It was little surprise that Valerie looked elsewhere. Once Kent was at playgroup. She changed her dress fixed her make-up and emt up with a charming young man named peter. He would turn out to be all kinds of problems. Not least because of his position as Valerie’s bit-on-the-side. She cried when she found herself pregnant. Not for joy but for the fact she saw the end of marriage on the horizon and despite her deceit she was somewhat attached to Jacob and his moody ways. He knew of course, they hadn’t slept together in months. For it to be his was impossible and Jacob despite being stuck at the bottom of the executive ladder, was not a stupid man. Soon Joey was born. Grudgingly and terribly affected by his wife’s apologies he grudgingly adopted the boy as his own. A move that would hang over his every move and opinion of his youngest son for the rest of their days.

•' all i can remember is the knowing that if I died the next day, they would be happy to dance on my grave. '

Joey grew fast, grew clever and loud. It was apparent that Kent and him barley had a difference between themselves and got along like a house on fire. He was a bubbly inquisitive boy and there seemed to be no problem. When he was seven and kent was a boisterous nine. It became apparent hat Joey had problems. He was by now way meeting the normal writing/reading capabilities. Although eh couldn't possibly be mentally retarded due to his excelling in other areas such as complex speech and number-work. He was classed as chronically dyslexic and his parents were told that honestly. Their son would never be able to write or read at a higher level than a 10 year old. Something joeys pretty much used to by now. However. He wasn't used to the teasing. IT would of been alright the few choice whispers of 'retard' and 'spacko' were brushed off him. It as the way he was grounded don the way home. The way they threw rocks. the way his friends began to turn away. That’s how high school started for him. Cut off form the world. The same people joining him in upper school and the same degradation. Even his brother wouldn’t defend him. It was heartbreaking for him. Soul-crushing. The loud boisterous kid was long gone. In his place sat a glass-eyed boy who couldn't stutter out a defence for himself.

•' i was too shy to even scream for help, what a fucking stupid kid I was. '

There were makeshift gangs in their neighbourhood. Boy-groups just hell bent on vandalism and intimidation mostly. Kent was naturally being the forceful individual he was; in the thick of it. Joey however, was not. He lost a week in the coma they put him in. Walking home from school It was the same old throwing-rocks trick. He took the same shortcuts tried the same tactics but that day they were more sinister and within seconds. he started to run and they hunted him down. He still ahs scars. Not emotionally; no he blacks it out so it couldn’t cut that deep but there’s these criss crossed scars all across his lower back. that getting dragged across the gravel street on his bare skin. It as not an experience he would ever wish on anyone. His mother couldn’t recognise his swollen face and battered body when they reached hospital. She never wanted to return to the estate for fear of her precious sons life. Then life stepped in and gave them some hope. Gave Joey some hope.

•' I always did hate chicago '

He picked up heroin in Chicago. Joey had grown. he was by now, 16-odd and the drug seemed new and exciting and most importantly, it came with friends attached. He seemed however to become more withdrawn with every hit and soon his parents didn't see him all night and long into the next morning. This went on for weeks. They ere barley settled in a new city with their dad in a new job and Joey was already shaking things up. It was too much for Jacob to take and he sent his son away to boarding school. Much to Joey's distaste. Being taken away from friends who supplied him and a place that finally felt like he fit in. Despite the fact that Chicago was making him a shell of himself. A tired gaunt touchy boy. He found himself set for California the day after his seventeenth birthday. It was to be pretty much his salvation and then once again. his downfall.

•' I was blessed to wake up next to him every morning. He was everything I had and wanted. I miss him, so badly. '

Vincent Hewitt. Joey's principle drug amongst drugs and in context Joeys first serious boyfriend. Yes boyfriend.He had known about his sexuality for a long time, too long. His family however were in the dark. Just how he liked it. as it was he was several states away from them, so it made no difference. Well not then anyway. They were young and ridiculously in love and Vin didn't seem to care that Joey couldn't conduct great long love sentences. They got engaged, it was brash yes but there was the factor that Vincent was HIV positive and to be honest, they knew he might not have so much time left. It was probably one of the best decisions that Joey ever made. Even now he said eh would of gone through with it he really would. It was out of his hands though when he was arrested. Possession of Class A drug and under the influence of mentioned drug. He was pardoned on the basis that he attended a rehabilitation programme. He obliged but was pretty much torn apart when he was told by his parents (who as legal guardians rendered him useless) that there was no choice of marriage. he was being shipped off to rehab. Returning home to find his world broken. One phone call and he was told that his fiance had died months before. In his year of absence and that Joey; never got to say goodbye. He really has never been the same since. The drugs came back into his life as natural as a dream and he really would rather die than carry on in this empty shell of an existence.

•' If they seriously think I’m going back to live with them... '

Joey joined the local high school at special request of the hospital and rehab program. they said he ahs to work to stay clean and so far he's relapsed so many times it's hardly funny anymore. He hadn't spoke to his family in around six months. It then emerged that Kent, his older brother had dies in a car accident. Nobody told him, in case it worried him off the straight and narrow. A straight and narrow he had alreayd fallen off of. He was furious. Livid and he honestly felt deeply betrayed. Torn by grief from both directions. It's pretty much the reasoning behind many of his lingering problems the fact he doesn’t have Vin to cling to when it got complicated anymore and he doesn't have Kent to shield him with his sheer recklessness. He’s pretty much alone. Trust me, this will either be his saving grace or his downfall to be out there without aid. Although all he really wants is somebody to tell him this isn't quite as fucked up as it seems.



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[Riku Hewett]

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