MONROE, mason james

[mason james monroe]

mason james monroe.
twenty one ,, tempe, arizona ,, sa/lead guitar ,, mostly homosexual?,, asshole ,, jordan holland
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"yo, bitches. the names mason, but you can call me mason. i don't put up with bullshit nicknames, not even just the ones that are my name short. just don't fucking do it. i was born december fifth. so, before you know it, i'm going to be fucking twenty two. so that means i'm twenty one right now, and a screamer for march of the dead.

i don't really know..a lot of people tell me i'm overly conceited, but that's not what i like to call it. i'm just confident in my abilities, man, and i pride myself on it, i guess. if you ask me, more people should be like that, it doesn't fuckin' take too much, haha. just be proud of what you are and how you come off to people, because if you're not comfortable with yourself nobodies gonna be comfortable with the shit you do, so every one needs to stop being pussies and be themselves for a change. it's getting fucking old.

a big..well, i mean, it's not a secret, but i guess not many people really know, is that i'm kind of addicted to sex..and when i say kind of..i mean i'm really addicted to sex. sex and beer. i can't drink that sweet shit, no. beer and the hard stuff that gets you drunk after a cup and a half. yeah, the ones that give you monster hang overs. it doesn't even phase me, the hang overs and shit.

more? mm, i speak my mind. always. something comes to my mind, i say it. i mean, if i fucking hate your guts, but you're hot as fuck? i'll tell you. i mean, i'll let you know that i wish you a long, painful death, but i'll also tell you every thing like it is. i don't skip or navigate around the point. the point is what i'm getting at, and i want to get there right fucking quick. i mean, i'm pretty impatient on top of that, so taking five minutes to explain or tell you something that should only take me five fucking seconds? no. i'm not going to do that. why should i waste my sweet ass time on you? i shouldn't.

i'm extremely impulsive. i don't really think before i do something. i just jump into things. if someone's attractive, what do i do? go up to her. if i don't like something that's happening, what do i do? throw a fucking punch. i say things and do things without using my head. well..my upstairs head. i have a short temper, so if you piss me off, i won't hesistate to do something 'irrational' like throw a punch or beat a person until they're blac, blue, and bloody. so yeah, don't fuck with me.

i have a tendancy of remembering like..everything that ever happens to me and those that are close to me. i kind of have this habit of holding grudges forever. if you did something to me when i was a kid, i'm gonna fucking hate you as a teenager, an adult, and a senior. i used to watch the world pass me by and wonder why i don't move, and i've figured it out long ago that if i don't forgive, then i'm not going anywhere, but i can't will myself or get myself to forgive or forget, it's not in my nature and as much as i want to change everything about who i am, i can't..so if you do some kind of shit to me or anyone else that i love, be prepared to have a constant grudge held against you.

i like using sarcasm when i talk, unless like..you're seriously mentally challenged or mentally retarded. i'm not that much of a dick. but when people ask stupid questions, then fuck yes i'm going to make a rude as hell comment back to them that makes them feel like the biggest fucking dip shit in the world. i fucking hate stupid people. i mean, blondes are nice, i'm not trying to limit it to blondes, but blond girls especially seem to try to always live up to their status of unintelligence by purposely being stupid, and what's less attractive than real stupidity? fucking fake stupidity.

if you haven't noticed, i'm pretty fucking vulgar, and this isn't even the worst of that shit. haha. i throw around curse words as if they're baseballs. it kind of soothes me a little bit, and calms me down, don't ask why. i don't hesitate to tell someone to, for example, suck a dick or fuck a bitch, and i seem to get away with it all the time. it's especially bad when i'm angry or upset..and even more when i'm drunk. fuck is probably the most used word in my vocabulary besides like..the and it and that kind of shit, but if you have a problem with it, you can turn the cheek and stop fucking listening.

i also have a little bit of a tendancy to beat girls. to me, they're only good for one thing, and that's sex. they're all just a place for me to put my dick. this is pretty fucking horrible and shit, but i don't think i've ever had sex with a chick that i didn't beat to a pulp afterwards, just to make sure they wouldn't fucking persue me or any bullshit. i'm sure that makes me a terrible fucking person, but i don't care. i don't have time to put up with woman's action. they don't deserve respect.

so, there's a few reasons behind the way i act and treat people, not that anybody really cares. i never really had a dad when i was a kid and my mother was a prostitute, and a good one at that, i guess... that's what she always told me when i was little, and we had a pretty nice house and there was always food on the table. soon, my mom became a little less into prostitution and just started bringing home guys. a different one every few days. they would provide us with a little money.. so she was a prostitute.. just.. different.

a majority of said men beat me and beat me in order to not hit my mom. i was smaller, and i couldn't really hit back. i was only seven or eight. she was a grown woman with a big mouth, and they were grown men. so even though my mom deserved to be hit and junk, they still took it out on me. but, there was one man who really put the icing on the cake of my shitty life. this guy beat me so fucking bad that my mom thought i was dead. she wasn't smart enough to check for a pulse or any of that bullshit, so instead of taking me to the hospital or something, she dumped me in a ditch. some mom she was, right?

by the time someone else found me, i was half dead. barely breathing, bleeding every where.. all that jazz. this little wimpy kid, he actually really resembled myself.. him and his dad were broke down on the side of the street, and the kid, braden, had gotten out of the car to help, but instead, he'd looked around. and thank fucking god for that. they called the ambulance and shit, then went to the hospital in the back of it with me, because obviously i had no mother or father to go, and i was freaking out and bull shit. fucking hospitals.. worst place ever.

anyways, my mother was contacted and claimed that i had gone missing. of course, i just nodded and went along with it, because she was my fucking mother. if i didn't, she would've beat the living hell out of me. and not long after, she dropped me off at an adoption agency where i was accepted pretty easily, although this one little girl and i took a liking to each other.. not in that weird big age difference young love shit, but in a way i kind of took on the role as an older brother to her, and i was happy to have a little sister.

for a few years the two of us were together, and most of the time we set up little plans to get sent back together and shit like that so that we could be together for the most part. but then, miraculously, she and i were both adopted by this guy and his bitchy wife, who ended up leaving him and then it was just me and him. he changed my view on men and stuff, but there was nobody really that changed my opinion of women. i don't think there is one that could... after all the bullshit i went through with my mom.. it's kind of hard. the only hope i hold onto for the female gender is chase. my little sister, even though i swear he's just this thing with boobs that i claim as my sister.

anyways, i completed sixth and seventh grade with difficulty. i was held back in the sixth grade because i had a lot of trouble with just about every subject. so, i was an older student, which is fine, i guess. then, in eighth grade i started hanging out with some older kids i met around the neighborhood and they started drinking and then i started drinking and even after they were gone out of my life, i kept drinking. it wasn't so bad at the end of eighth grade, but then during the summer it just got worse and worse, and it's pretty much a flat line, now. if anything, it's gone down a little.

at the beginning of ninth grade, i started getting into the sex thing. started off with the photography teacher, and moved onward to every other girl that i could get to sleep with me. sometimes, when i was drunk at parties, those weird gay guys would come onto me and shit, too. i remember that bull shit, but i only ever made out with a dude, and that was drunk. even to this fucking day, i'm really not sure at all about what my feelings about other people are, or my sexual preference. usually, i just stick to chicks.

during my freshman year of college, which i was only going to do the frat parties and the sex, i met this other guy that was interested in a band and of course i was in. i already know how to play guitar and i could scream pretty damn well, so that's what i did in the band. some chicks and other dudes joined, which wasn't too bad. it didn't take long and we were gaining popularity and shit, not that we needed it. our fans give us the chance, but we had to make it on our own, you know?"

^{hey, so i'm alyssa. i've been roleplaying for too long now. as well as this character, i also play bullshit. you can reach me by pm is fine if you need me for anything. i found PERFECT DYSFUNCTION by lalallalalala and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

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