-T H E witch D O C T O R- ℓιкє ι αℓωαуѕ ѕαу
-""I will build up these castles. Foundations are everything. Let's go."- ♥-Malakov-♥-Alezandre-♥-Sweeney-♥ -I am flattered, truly-. You can just call me -Mal, Malle or Zandre-. ση му вιятн ¢єятιƒι¢αтє I'm a -m a n- duh!
I was born on -the 17th of December-.
Yeah, I know I'm old.
For all you people who can't do Math I'm -twenty-eight-.
I can't believe I'm -177lbs-
, and I'm -6'1"-.
If you look into my eyes you'll see they're -Scottish Green-.
Oh and look, I got some ink and these hole!
-A tattoo from my left hip to my navel of an earth goddess. Also, a single piercing in my left ear. Oh, nearly forgot the last tattoo I got before I died, on my right shoulder blade. It's a sun, embedded with a Celtic symbol of life. Ironic?-נυѕт α вιт αвσυт мє
Ugh You wanna hear it too? Okay I'll spill ♥
-Born during the heart of winter, my parents discovered that I was a weak baby, prone to illness without proper nutrition and exercise. My father always held some sort of grudge against my mother, as if it were her fault that I was a sickly child. I would never forgive him for the countless times that I found him tearing her down, with words, while he thought I was out of ear-shot. I grew up with two ambitions: to become a stronger man, and to become a doctor. Medicines and witchery had always fascinated me and I would spend countless hours reading in my family's library. One evening, however, while helping my father on his rig [he was a fisherman], my mother fell off the dock. While my father yelled at her to "get out", she drowned, having never been able to swim all that well to begin with. After that day, I left home to go to school... and also since I couldn't stand to look my father in the eye anymore.
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While at college, Malakov met many people. Among those people was a lovely couple whom had a daughter a few years later. Being a close friend of the father, he kept in touch almost daily: showing up for dinner some nights, helping babysit the next, or doing odd-end jobs for the young wife while the husband was away. As the girl grew up, he told her stories of his life in Scotland, excluding those that spoke of his parents. He got his degree in medicines, along with a minor in his secret passion of folklore. That year, he met the Aunt. During his first years working in the local hospital, he grew closer to her in many ways: his heart filled with a warmth he barely understood. When things seemed to finally come together, and with a ring his pocket, he found himself collapsing at work. Within days he was dead: twenty-eight and dead, with the love of his life seemingly out of reach.-
Everyone says I'm ♥
-I've been told so many times that I'm an "awkward gentleman". Somewhere along the line, I learned that I would never be a social butterfly and therefore would never have a plethora of friends. I'm the sort of man that keeps most of his thoughts to himself, except for when it counts. When I'm around someone I'm close to, I will open up enough that they might notice the kindness and curiosity in my voice. For someone who prefers to keep to the sidelines, I can't stand for uncalled for cruelty or dishonesty. A number of people might look at me and call me cold: apparently I'm a pretty frightful guy when I'm mad. Cold as ice, hard as diamonds. A real Scotsman, by the sounds of it, except for in the cases of close family and friends. I'm always around to lend a shoulder; yet, somehow, my problems remain as they are, mine alone.- I don't Know if it's all true but I guess it must be
My Silly Obsessions ♥
-♥ the dear Aunt
♥ medical books, history books and herbal remedies
♥ motorcycles and good jackets
♥ big dogs-
Useless Affairs X
-x his father
x barber shops
x the absolution of death
x deep waters-
Oh god, This Song It's Stuck in me head ♥
-Theme songs♥
♥ Apocalyptica - Faraway Vol.2 feat. Linda Sundbald
♥ You Want To Make A Memory - Bon Jovi-
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-I have a big Siberian husky named Mocha; I hope she likes her new home now that I'm gone.
That ring for the Aunt? While it's no longer with me, I left in a place only she would know to look. The problem lays in that I'm dead, and there's no one to give her a clue to finding the ring.-
Smile for the camera!
My puppeteer -E- b o n y . E- c l a i r-
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Julius Antoine Englewick
I am [twenty-nine].
Normally, I don't tell people this, but I really like to [ explore opportunities. The world has a limitless horizon, so I consider my boundaries the same. Building the unexpected, the beautiful and the unique is a passion of mine. I enjoy the outdoors and all that comes with it. Sailing, traveling, horseback riding, quiet moments, flowers, surprises: a few things I love.].
I make it obvious that I don't like [American brand coffees are something I just can't appreciate after growing up surrounded by home brews. Bad storms sour my mood when the need for freedom strikes and I often abhor the fact I have to attend weekly business meetings. ].
I am terrified of [hospitals. My father died in one. My mother never left one. I hope never to set foot in one again.].
My History lesson begins with...
[The day my parents brought me home from the hospital in Nice, France. I was a healthy young boy and full of promise. I have a rich heritage to relate to: my father was a second generation businessman and successful entrepreneur. My mother was an Italian dancer, with two world titles and two national trophies to her reputation. I grew up knowing little of my large family, as both my parents had multiple siblings and relations, as at the age of three my mother fell into a coma. From that day onwards, I lived and breathed knowing only that my father was smoking himself into his grave and my mother was basically brain dead. What good, healthy lifestyle I might have known disappeared those many years ago.
From then on, I grew into my own shoes. Size twelve, to be exact. Without a figurehead to guide me, I worked to hone my many interests into something useful. Independence became my middle name; I went to school and brought home honor after honor without anyone to share them with. In elementary school, I was at the hospital to witness my mother's passing - the pull of the plug that had fed her and pumped her heart for the past ten years. Three years later, my father was diagnosed with lung cancer. Its progression was determined to be in the later stages and his chances of survival were minimal.
I graduated from high school without parents to take a graduation photo with. My father's last will and testament had already secured my future as the next head of Englewick, my grandfather's company, on the day I turned eighteen. The company consisted of several world-wide branches based in architecture, luxury sailing vessels and dock-side restaurants. Coming into ownership, I had already given serious thought as to what sort of innovations I would want to bring to the table. I had that sort of freedom, I had that sort of power, I had that sort of creative desire. My passion was my life. My life was my drive. My drive was...
My loneliness. By keeping busy, I could ignore the severity of my solitude. While my power and wealth and ingenuity kept my social life interesting, I had a moment's peace in mind, body and soul. I always craved for what I couldn't have, couldn't touch and couldn't understand. My life was one whirlwind after another. I spent years traveling from one continent to the next without any real sense of solidity in all my travels. I created a home in South Carolina, but I had nothing but inanimate objects to fill it with. I spent money on others when I felt the whim, but mostly I kept to my private docks where I could invest time and passion into a private line of small-scale sailboats.
Despite my busy schedule and constantly changing pace, I was never the last to hear the latest news. I have a dozen secretaries and three or four cellphones and two laptops to take with me everywhere. My mind is a sponge and I like to fill it with new ideas with the development of technology. I am not sure how I came across the doll creations to begin with, as there were several sources all at once, but a single glance spoke of a life-long passion much like my own. The genius, the care, the patience... without any warning, I was fixated by these dolls. For one brief instance I saw something bright transforming before my eyes and there was a knowing inside of me.
One of my secretaries, Jessica I believe, was the one to suggest applying after watching me read the same article several times. While doubtful that I would get any response, I sent in an initial application, my curiosity growing in leaps and bounds. Within a week, I opened my personal email to find a letter awaiting me, inviting me to meet the dolls, the boys, as the Creator called them, and I answered with an immediate affirmative. Another adventure? A fork in the road? What lay before me, I wasn't sure. I still don't know...]
My String master is [E- b o n y . E- c l a i r]
 b o n n a b y · Fri Sep 25, 2009 @ 01:06am · 1 Comments |
