Post by River Digby on Nov 14, 2009 1:54:11 GMT -5
RIVER ZEKIEL DIGBY.
He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as damned as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold
THE BASIC INFO.
"i was born in Chestercroft on November 30th, 1989, making me 20 years old. my parents named me River but these days i prefer my friends to call me whatever they want. i'm native and i'm currently playin' my sax for tips . i stand at around six foot and i'm average. my hair is bipolar, one day it'll be copper and poofy and the next brown and tame, my eyes are hazel and people say i look like gaspard ulliel. you might recognise me by my eyes n' smile. i'm bisexual, in case you were wondering, and i'm pastafarian? nobody knows why I left in the first place..."
THE LIFE STORY.
My history... Where do I start? I guess with the very very beginning. My mom managed to lay off the drugs and alcohol for a whole 9 months, for the 'sake of the baby'. I turned out fairly decent, but she totally blew it as soon as I popped out. My dad? I don't really know, there could have been lots of them I guess. Mommy dearest wasn't exactly the purest of women. I guess she's the reason I am what I am. But more about the past, right? By the time I was eight, I hadn't gotten a lick of true education. I wasn't socialized well at all, but the friends I did make were the ones I kept.
When I was nine my mom got re-married, and my life really started to get shittier. She said that Brad would make things better, that he'd get a job and take care of us. But he didn't. He never did. The money made was spent on drugs, vodka, and occasionally the rent. Sometimes when they didn't want to hear me beg for food or just to go outside, they'd send me to my room and lock me in. Then wrestle on the couch for about an hour. Yeah, lock me. For days sometimes... though it felt like forever. It really hurts even now to think about having to go that long again living in neglect. My mom wasn't even qualified to be a mom, and this Brad guy was a real piece of work. But this was far before I even hit my teens.
Oh man, the fights we had. If I ever came home late... Shit, I still have scars today. On many occasions I didn't even have to be late. He'd have a little too much to drink one night, and by the end I'd be locked in my room with nothing but a nice number of cuts and bruises, plus a mattress. Hell, sometimes if mommy was at work and Mr.Step-Dad over there didn't have the cash for a hooker, guess who got to 'help out' with his little predicament? Yeah, that bastard physically and emotionally abused me. Not to mention sexually harassed, and raped me multiple times. I won't even begin on the whole drug situation. Back then I didn't know it was wrong. Then, I got smart.
When I was fourteen I finally learned the difference between right and wrong. What my parents did to themselves, and to me... It was anything but right. Eventually I figured out that if I spent much longer in those conditions, I wouldn't live to see my 18th birthday. Good news is, I didn't stay much longer. I packed up and ran. No missing person reports, police calls, nada. They didn't care where I was. Last thing I heard was they headed off to Vegas. Did they make it? No idea. All I know is I was out of their hair, and they were out of mine. From then on I was on my own, and I decided that people just weren't my thing.
In 2003, I had left Chestercroft, North Carolina.
Along the way I had some adventures. Some nights, many actually, I slept on cold hard concrete. Homeless people are interesting characters, you know. Without a certain homeless person, I would have never gotten my Sax. I learned from a man named Jonsey, who I traveled with for about three years. That 'hobo' was the closest thing I'd ever had to a father. He brought me out of my shell, taught me to laugh again, and showed me music of course. For a while I actually thought everything was going to be okay. But like that one guy said, what can happen, will happen. And, it did. On Christmas day 2006, I lost Jonsey for good. Back in my shell I went. We'd made it to Florida, and my friend's journey had to end.
I still kept going of course, like always. Now I had something to get me some cash. I had my Sax, my music. But what got me further was the 'emotion I put in that music'... so they say. I'm not a prodigy, but I'm pretty damn good. I guess the talent had always been in me... But someone just had to get it out. All the spite and the hurt I had bottled up inside me was vented out through that beautiful brass woodwind. Still though, I kept my mouth shut.
By 2008, I'd made it back to my birthplace. Just damn great... But actually, things have sort of been alright.
THE PRESENT DAY.
For about ten months now I've been back in the city. I try my best to keep my head down and out of trouble. It wasn't long before I started smoking, I guess after so long of being around it it's only natural for me to attract to it eventually. But it didn't take much time for me to realize, tobacco is gross, and it just doesn't make the pain go away anymore. Soon it moved from smokes, to weed, and weed to coke. Yeah, cocaine. I don't do it often, maybe once every few months. I don't have the money right now to feed an addiction. I'm barely paying rent for my NexQ place, and I'm damn lucky I have the land lady on my side. Thank jesus for the penis, and thank pasta for my ability to close my eyes and hump emotionlessly.
So far I haven't nailed a stable job yet, nor have I run into any 'familiar' faces[my excuses for parents]. I guess I'm just a bit to apathetic these days to actually try in the first place. Honestly, I think I'm a good guy. Yeah, I've got some issues but it's the city, people get over it. People my age are supposed to be spontaneous, go to clubs, do drugs, yadda yadda yadda. Kinda sad actually, that's sort of what I do. When I get cash from odd jobs, I pay the bills first, then I just wander around. You meet interesting people at clubs, just like on the streets. I've made a few friends, but as for a real someone? Not so much. I want to find someone. Deep down, I kinda... I kinda need someone. Someone that can deal with my problems. Lately, it's just been quite a few one to two night flings. Have I found anyone yet? Pfft, hell no. I guess I'll still just have to keep playing my little instrument on the sidewalk and in the lounges until the right one comes along.
Compared to how I was before? I'm doing absolutely fantastic. Sure, I'm not exactly thriving, but I have a roof over my head. Eventually I want to get a 'real' job. Right now I've been shit out of luck, but maybe something will come along. I guess that's one positive trait I have... I just keep going, no matter what emotional barrier tries to stop me.
BEHIND THE SCENES.
hi, my name is DOUBLEY and i play RIVER DIGBY. i'm an old enough to know better year old female and i live in The United States. you can contact me by aim, skype, msn, e-mail, yahoo, the works. i found this site through Peyton and just so you know, this is what my average post is like:Tonight was the night of the Sadie Hawkins dance, and well, Nico had a date. A date? What the shit? The words Nico and date had never exactly clicked, but well... A girl had invited him, and what kind of teenager would he be to say no? In a way, the two were perfect for each other, with their complete differences and similar interests. Her name was Sarah, and she was one of the prettiest girls in the entire school... And she knew it too. Her hair was that of a Raven's, so dark and beautiful. While Nico's was snowy white, and such a rebellious mess it had come to be adorable. His skin was pale, and hers was just... Perfect. Her eyes were a hypnotizing blue, and his were a terrifying red. They were total opposites, but it was as if nothing could convince this to the sweet little albino boy. Why? Because he had the biggest crush on this girl... So he thought at least.
Puberty. It can either be a horrid experience, or a great one. So far, Nico was having a pretty damn good transformation. The older he was getting, the more he was growing. The more he grew, the cuter he got. Now at just barely fifteen, he had just hit about 5,7”, but was still as lanky and light as a feather as could be. But he'd lost his boniness, and thanks to Connor, he'd descovered a lovely thing called proper clothing. Sure ever since he'd wandered away from Fang in the past few years, he'd been surpassing his little monster, but at least... At least he had friends now. A family, in a way. Connor was like a brother, a really twisted one, but without him he would have never even progressed in appearance at all whatsoever. Even Fang had this to be thankful for.
Now there he stood, feeling prettier than he'd ever felt before. He was wearing a tux. Yes, a /tux/ on Nico of all people. The jacket was white, and the only things that were black were his neatly pressed slacks, shined shoes, and his straightened bow tie. But by goodness that still rebellious, yet quite a bit shorter, snowy hair of his... Well, not even Connor could fix that. “You look really pretty tonight, Sarah.” He said in his soft, very teenagery voice as his cheeks lit up with a slight blush. He'd never EVER had a crush before, but little did he know was he was just bound to get his heart broken. Because all this pretty young lady in the pretty blue dress wanted, was in his pants.
“B-But, aren't we going to-?” His sentence was halted by the sight of her enormous amount of cleavage. “Umm, well...” He stammered again as she urged him onwards. His finger tucked into his collar, loosening up as he nervously scanned the area. No sign of any bullies, jocks, or worse, Fang. “I guess just a little while won't hurt.” At last, she'd so very easily caught him in her trap. Nico was dead meat... Or well, fresh meat to this pretty little girl. But all she was was a Skank, and Nico had no idea what that even meant. Everything had Sarah written all over it to him right now. Right now, there was no Fang. No Bullies. No Jocks. Just, her. The pretty little skank that was bound to ruin his night. But as oblivious as he was, he followed her like a love sick puppy, until for some reason they stopped at the park. “What are you doing? I thought you lived back west of here” She grabbed for his zipper, and his eyes shot open. “S-Sarah?” Voice cracking, cheeks flushing, Nico was completely frozen in her web.
