LloydMadoc MorganAll that glitter, all that gold, won't buy you happy, when you bought and sold.
FULL NAME Lloyd Madoc Morgan
NICK NAMES Madoc is the most used; Or Lloyd-y. Though, most prefer to call me 'Welsh Kid' or 'Farmboy'. Oh! And then there's the obvious puns about sheep; Let's not go there though.
AGE Sixteen, seventh of July
SEXUALITY Pansexual -- It's sort of like Bisexuality, except generally the person needs to form a bond with a person to find them sexually attractive.
MEMBER GROUP Warblers
PLAY-BY Brett Davern
OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
Well..my main lot in life is music. Piano, Guitar, Drums, Singing. I can do it all! I wasn't a natural at all; Well, except the singing, my dads been telling me to shut the hell up and stop singing at two in the morning for years now; But I've never been good with musical instruments, or my fingers in general, so I had to practice a lot, and even now I play by ear.
Otherwise, I'm sports mad. Obviously, coming from Wales, rugby is the one thing you always -have- to do, even if you suck at it. So, over here, I'd say I'd be pretty good at football. I also play soccer -- It's called Football damnit! The entire world calls it football, except one country..tch -- Anyway! Tennis, swimming, and track & field. I generally play whatever positions need the fastest guy on team sports. I may not be the strongest, but I'm damn sure fast.
Oh, and..don't tell anyone, but I love cooking and writing. Poems, stories, anything like that and I'm happy. -- No, really, tell no one! If you haven't figured it out yet -- You have, you totally have -- I love to talk, to anyone and about anything. It's nice to talk isn't it? Life is boring when it's silent!..Okay I'm shutting up now.
I don't particular like people who tend to need some form of reinforcement to live; What I mean is, a person who needs to win at everything, get the biggest medal and all the fame and glory for themselves, and then forget that a dozen people helped them along the way, as long as they're at the top then everyone else is unimportant.
Oh. And rumors and gossip. Since the second I came to this town there been gossip. I don't understand if this is the entire city, or just this part, but people are -really- childish.
I hate feeling rejected or left out. If it's not for the fact I'm not some great jock-stud guy, or the fact I'm not from this town, or simply the fact I tend not to like things other people like; It's happened a lot already, one of the reasons we left in the first place.
But, most of all I downright despise what I am. I can't quite get to grips with it. I'm not straight, I'm not gay, I'm not bisexual. It's like, I feel nothing for people when I first meet them; They're my friends, teammates, buds. And then slowly, creeping down my throat I get that feeling..god it's the worst feeling I could ever imagine. I could fall for anyone I know, and I can't control it at all; It makes me into a total idiot, tripping over myself for someone I don't even particularly find attractive, but my brain tells me I do now. That's generally why I don't get attached to anyone. I've heard it's called Pansexuality, or something like that. Just another reason for me to be oh-so-odd, huh?
INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
My home life was pretty normal, I guess. Well, mostly normal. My father is a farmer, or he was at least, he invented some brand-new method of transporting cattle and grain or some random crap like that, from one point to another on a farm, sold the patent for billions to a local company, and retired early. So now he's rich, and he still basically ignores me. My father was nothing more than a second-rate farmer up until then, and he married my mother when she was pretty young; Seventeen if I remember correctly. They were always happy together, so when she died six years ago, it sort of broke him. He neglected the farm, started working on foolish schemes to mark more money that -- generally -- never worked, and started drinking heavily. YOUR NAME
My mother died when I was ten, but she was six for a few years so I guess I had already grieved for a while, just waiting for the inevitable. Because we have always lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere, hundreds of miles away from anyway, I suppose you could say I developed a little starvation for human contact. Sure, I had my brothers, but one was a total dick and had all his bone-headed friends, and the other was too young to be any fun to me, and even -he- had more friends than me; So, from a pretty young age I learnt to just take care of myself. My revolved around running, sports, and music. For hours at a time I'd just run. I didn't know in particular where I'd go or where I'd end up, I'd just run. You could say it was stress relief, you could also say it was out of sheer boredom, and you'd likely be right on both cases.
It was just the start of this year that my life changed. Father invented so hair-brained scheme that actually payed off for the very first time in a good twenty years, and so now he's mega-rich, or something like that. He decided that we should move, and that night he searched numerous sources -- I.E, Google and Wikipedia..lazy git -- to find a perfect place to build a big house, ship his kids off to some fancy boarding school, and get absolutely wasted every night. Nice dad, nice.
Neon, Chad. An assortment of cusses. Whatever you like~EXPRIENCE
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CARLEE BARLEY !? OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS AND I SHOULDN'T STEAL IT OR TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF BECAUSE IF I DO, SHE'LL EAT ME WITH ONE OF THOSE MELON SCOOPERS!