Pat Marotta

[Little Fish]

First Last,,

Behind The Mask,,
you,,

Name/Alias: Avery
Gender: Female
Age: 15
How did you find us: Someone mentioned it on my site.

On The Outside,,
what you look like,,

Canon or Original: Of my own creation
Character's full name: Pat David Marotta
Nickname (s): Pat, Pitty Pat, Marotta,
Age and Year: 16 - Sophomore
Clique: Jock
Sexuality: Straight as an Arrow

Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown, Curly
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 157 pounds
Figure: Tall, lean, muscular
Style: Anything and everything.
Overall:

Pat's sense of style is...well, non-existant. He wears a little bit of every diffrent style. One day skinny jeans with an Abercrombie shirt, the next camo hunting pants with a band shirt. basicly, he could care less as to what others think of him, and he wears whatever he happens to pull out of his closet that day.

Looking In,,
inside is what counts,,

Likes:

Girls
-His iPod
-Sports
-Laughter
-Playing Jokes On People
-Thunderstorms
-Horses and Cats
-Meeting New People
-Testing the Limits
-Science
-English


Dislikes:

-Rude People
-Fun Killers
-Tofu
-Texting
-Bad Music
-Math
-History
-People Who Think They're All That


Fears:

-Getting Hurt
-Losing
-Getting Made Fun Of
-People Seeing the Real Him
-Extreamly Fat People


Dreams:

-That People Would Accept The Real Him
-Meeting The Right Person
-Living In Ireland


Secrets:

-He is still a Virgin
-He is a Geek. Likes school and reads a lot.

Overall:

Pat is two diffrent people at home alone, and around his friends. When he is at home he dosn't like to talk a lot, or even watch TV, or get on the computer. Mostly he is outside or at the barn riding horses.

With his friends Pat is loud, slighly obnoxious, and spastic. He is known for being really random, but he's not over the top. Really he is smarter than he looks, thinking things through and planning stuff out before he dose it. He loves to play pranks, but not the type that could get people hurt. To Pat, laughter can cure anything, and he is never seen without a grin plastered to his face. Another thing that you will never see this boy without is his iPod. it is glued to his ear. He even sleeps with it playing.


The Past,,
what's done is done,,

Parents:
Dad: David Marotta - Short black haired stocky man, sports-aholic
Mother: Deceased from drug over-dose
Their occupation: Father is a ITE, he builds computers
Siblings:
Nick Marotta: 18 year old drugie, lives in America, no contact from in two years
Hometown: Fort Mill, South Carolina, USA
The History:

Whats to say? Pat grew up like any other kid, a hard working dad with a bit of a temper, but who truly cared about his wife and kids. His mom didn't work till he and his brother, Nick were old enough to be left alone, which to her, was the ripe age of 10 for Nick, 8 for him. No one know that she was a drugie, except his father, who just ignored it. They lived in a decent house, he and Nick sharing a room, a good sized yard, nice neighbors. It seems like everything was going to be cool and Pat and Nick would grow up nice. Till they came home from school one day to find their mother in the bathroom, dead. She had overdosed and passed out, soon after vomiting and choking to death. It was never really the same after that. Pats father couldn't cope and sent Nick and Pat off to boarding school. Nick got involved with drugs, and Pat started to ride horses. For a while things started to go smothly again, till Nick droped out of school and ran away. Pat's father sent him here, to Carnington Acadamy.


The End,,
the curtains have closed,,

Role Play Example:

[Little Fish]

These are for the RP Examples.

Hello?
Is anyone there?
If you are,
I need help.
And I need it bad.


Have you ever felt as if you don't know who you are. Like you
have no soul, as if your becoming a dark. You have no feelings,
and really don't give a shit to what happens to others. If you
have, please, tell me how to stop, to go back to how I used to
be! I don't like what I've become, it scares me, I scare me. I don't
want to be alone anymore, I don't like to be alone. I need to feel
something. I have no soul! The lights are on, but nobody's home.
Maybe, if you knock loud enough, I'll answer. I want to, really I
do, somewhere deep inside this golden shell my soul is lurking.
Can you help me break it loose?


One would think that in a land as plentiful and beautifull as this
one that I placed my hooves upon, that it would be riddled with
equines. But no. I am the only soul in sight. Well, I'm the only
body in sight that is. I can't complain, I usually don't play nice
with others. And it just ends up hurting me in the end. So, to
keep from losing my mind, or what was left of it, as I aimlessly
wandered this land, I buried my thoughts in the past. A better
brighter side. Back to when I still had a soul to my name.

I started to feel my soul slip away from me when my father fell in
battle, and never returned to his hooves. I was chased away
from my mothers side by the new leader of the herd, never to
place my eyes upon her again. I was just starting to eat solid
foliage with the ivories that had formed in my mouth. A solid
seven months I was, and gushing with muscle. Now I am but a
shadow of my former self, even if I have gotten taller and grown
into my ears and legs, I am still small and lean. After being
brutally driven away from the only home I knew of. I went in
search of a new one. Yet, every time I came across another
equine, I was cut down, laughed at, even by the mares and
foals. And each time, it seemed like it would hurt less, but now I
realize that it was a little but of my soul flying away, leaving me
with less and less feeling. I eventually became bitter and angry
at these equines. How could they do that to me, they had no
clue as to what I had been through, nor what they were doing to
me. I wanted others to be like me, to feel what I felt, or to not
feel what I didn't. I wanted them to suffer, just like me.

I began to think of ways that I could cut these equines down. I
was not the strongest, so fighting was not an option. So I
started to use my tongue and my wits. I would make casual
comments that would embed into them, driving them crazy. I
would hit their weak spots, a bum leg, ripped off tail, blind eye,
no mares, infertility, mates cheating on them, young ones taken
away from them. I had a thing for them all. Then after I was my
piece, I would run, run like the wind. I soon figured that if I made
them smart enough they would sit and think them over before
they would figure out what I had really said. That would give me
time to get well away from there. I would hit and run.

No, I did not always used to be like this. I used to have feelings,
and want to help others, I was the heir to my fathers small herd
of equines. Sure, my father had plenty of other sons to chose
from, older, smarter, stronger ones. But no, he chose me. Me
with my bright golden pelt with my alabaster appendages, skull,
banner and whipcord, I was different. There was something that
set me apart from others my father would whisper to me on
many of our long walks together. He said the moment he set
eyes on me, her knew I was the one. A born leader, thats what
he called me. Then I was plenty bouncy, yet I had a level skill
balanced upon my neck. I could keep my cool about me in
stressful situations, and could act quick. I used to lead the little
herd of foals, and for some reason, they all looked up to me,
even to older ones. It was almost as if that was where I
belonged. I would lead them in adventures to the other side of
my fathers realm, keeping them in order. There was one time
when we were being chased by a crazed wolf, it was young and
starving, willing to take on about fifteen horses. A little filly fell
behind, not able to keep pace with the older colts, I stopped and
charged at that beast, not caring that I could have been killed.
Then I would gladly put my life in danger to save another's. Now,
I could walk away with out a second look over my golden
shoulder, and I hate myself for it.

A gust of wind whistles past, startling me out of the past. It was
a good thing too, the past was a bad place to dwell, but right
now, I couldn't face the truth that was staring me right in the
eyes, and that was that I wasn't the same. And it was bad. I
missed the old me. Placing my hooves forward into the rich
lushes grass I trudged on forward, on my journey to search for
my
soul.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Here is another one.

Status: Finished
Word Count: 648
Rough Time: 1 hour
Notes: I like her, she's fun. I had to try out a new style for her though.

Oh baby baby it just got hot up in here. Why oh why? It must
have been you. Your just ssoo fine baby. But, you never know, it
could be because of little me. Don't get me wrong, you are a stud
muffin, just look at those chissled abs. But why else could all
these guys be sweltering in this heat up here? Cause of the way
I move, look, speak, you are all under this spell of mine. I've got you
transfixed, all eyes on me. I may be beautiful, but thats not all.
You see, I'm no dumb slut, I can promise you that. If you think
I'm going to be easy, boy do you have another thing coming. So
your complex, right? Complex, oh no, actually, I'm quite simple.
You just have to be smart enough to find out the answer to this
riddle. But don't worry, it's not complex. Though it can be if your
not careful. But I can be quite sober. Easy, level-headed, serious,
just depends on how you handle this precious cargo. So, don't
screw up.

Boom Boom Boom go those hips, careful that your eyes don't
pop, and your jaw don't drop. She moves with such a grace, your
transfixed for hours upon end till she moves from your gaze. You
wish to meet her, but you had better be careful of what you
wish for, cause it might just come true. She was in good mood,
meaning that she was more willing to put up with mares. But I
would be careful if I was you. Why? Why, you ask, cause she is
like a switch, she can flip her moods quicker than you can
imagine. Sush, here she comes. See her trot, I looks as if she's
troting on air, not even touching the ground. Look at her struting
up in here, head held high, tail flung out behind her. She must
hold some arab bloodlines, cause the way she held that dark
charcoal plume of hers so high, it's amazing. Dont you just agree?

So Here I Stand. All alone. By now, you must have gathered, I
have stoped my transfixing trot. I do so dislike neutrals. They are
just so...whinning and flippy. They...well, I shouldn't talk so. I've
only been here, what, less than 5 min? So I should just keep my
trap shut, I couldn't stand to come across as rude. But wait...I
don't give a shit as to what you think. Ahah, so I'll just do as I
like, no one is going to stop me. So where is everyone anyway? I
think I'm just going to give a shout out, and we'll see who replys.
Oh yes, thats a splendid idea! I opened my velveteen slightly,
gray bodice poised in an oh so inviting position even the
strongest of equines could not resist my presence. Lyric's were
sleek and smooth, as if from an angel, the gods. They were
gentle, for once, and for those of you who cant tell, I'm in one
heck a nice mood. You think this is madness? Wait till im
happy. So, as I was saying, I let my sleek, gentle, oh so sexy lyric's
slip from my slightly parted velvet kissers. They call me quiet girl,
but I'm a riot. They call me hell, but thats not my name. Make no
sense? I didnt think so. I say it to all, to anyone. Get used to it.
Cause you're in for a shock. This is Ambrosia, the delicacy of the Gods.

[nickyy]

Great form! Accepted!