MAHNA, Carl Newman

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...Carl Newman Mahna*
*Welcome To The Planet. Everyone's Here, Everyone's Watching, Everyone's Waiting. What Happens Next? What Happens Next?*

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...basics*

name Carl Mahna
nickname Carl, Llama, Maaaaan, Carly, Car-Man, etc
age 14
gender Male
grade Freshman (Ninth Grade)
hometown Santa Clara {Valley}, California
sexuality Right now, he /really/ doesn't know.
personification Buck

face claim Oli{ver} Sykes
...appearance*

hair color Brown/Black
eye color Brown
build Skinny little mahn..a!
height 5"2 {TINY}
clothing style Scene
distinctive traits His gazillion tattoos in weird places, his beautiful singing voice, which he ruins on scream-o, and his adorable baby-face.

...personal*

personality While some people are epicly happy or sad, and some are picly hop-heads or alcohalics, Carl is nothing of the sort. He is as calm as the Llama, he is as strong as the Llama. HE IS THE LLAMA! His perspective on everything is pretty much either uber important or a total waste of his time, and most people are in the latter view in his world. Aside from his childish attitude and the fact he tries to pull everyone to revolve around the 'llama' inside of him, he's a great guy.

For one thing, he's repulsed at all the whores and crackheads out there. He only goes so far as a couple cigs a WEEK, usually spaced out and such. How he's kept in good health with those things is anyone's guess. He's a bit bull-headed, and his determination to outlive the rest of the crowd, either in the spotlife or in life itself, is very strong. Even so, he's called to the world of nature, as rare as it is to find in New York City. He's got a thing for animals- he's always wanted a pet dog- though he's equally paranoid around them. And cats. Cats scare him pretty good.

Even with this sort of code of conduct comes the points where he slips up... Such as his constant cursing, which he learned over the years from his multiple parents. He's got a soft spot for little orphans or abused kids because of it, though he's equally not pleased with the little rats scurrying around him and such. He has no time for them, though his well-hidden heart just about aches every time he sees a homeless guy or a street urchin. It's just his magical llama ways, you know?
past He was borne into this world alone. A father who was no where to be seen after getting into a drunken stupor and running into a raging fire to save a cat that never was there. A mother, who, though she tried with all her might, could not deliver unto this world her only child without great sorrow. Soon after the doctors and nurses took the baby to clean up, there was a point where she was alone. She stabbed a syringe into her throat and died shortly after from the liquid inside of it, one she knew not of. Carl was then given to someone new, his Aunt and Uncle.

He grew up for a short time with them, only 6 years, before both were killed off in a car accident. He was the only one to survive. He vaguely remembers the crash as a firey explosion and scraping and screaming of metal slamming into metal. He refuses to get into cars now adays, though he seems fine with buses. He was then thrown into the care of his other Aunt, who was almost always drunk, and almost always busy with one man or another. Once again, he was alone, though he was surrounded by many upon many of people. He quickely took up the same habits of his Aunt, smoking and learning the art of pleasure. Though he refuses to do /anything/ to himself.

But shortly after one of the men that his Aunt let into the house killed her, and he was sent off once more, to his Grandmother, who shortly there after decreed the boy as insane, though he did nothing else than refuse to wear the sweaters she made him. A witch, he always said. That's what she is, and that's what she made him out to be, herself. By this point he was finishing up 8th grade, and moved off to New York, as far away from California and it's misery and bad memories.
present After moving in to the Co-Ed dorms, he set to work about finding himself a place in this new world. And while it was far more enclosed and thrown together than Cali, he was used to crowds and the many freaks that came with it. Even so, his nerves have gotten the better of him many nights, and he's gone without sleep for weeks upon end studying hard to catch up with the other kids. His education was lacking, but he wants to be something, so he needs as much cramming in time as possible.

He's not one many have come to call friends, and he's not exactly emotionally clicked with anyone, though he's seen plenty of people who were impressed with his singing skills, and has been informed he would make a good lead singer for a rock band of some sort. But he'd rather do something less demanding of attention, like Drummer.
family
Father;; Arthur James
Mother;; Lilac James
Aunt && Uncle;; Marian && Elsworth Mallav
Aunt;; Morgan Mahna
likes
--*Cigarettes && Chocolate Milk. They just seem to go together.
--*Llamas. For HE is the Almighty Llama, ruler of ALL Llamas
--*Boats. They're kick ass
--*Rock music/scream-o. Anything with good instrumentals, really.
--*Bananas, though they're shape brings up bad memories of his Aunt and her... ways.
dislikes
--*Penguins. Don't ask, it was a bad childhood moment for Carl.
--*People who think Yo Momma jokes are funny. They aren't, duhh.
--*Emo/Goths. And people who think Suicide is an option. His past and the way his Mom died totally killed all respect for that type of people.
--* Apples. The skin irks him. it just tastes NASTY
--*Grape-flavored medicine... And medicine in all. He doesn't enjoy the idea of things working inside his body that were manmade, considering how screwed up most of the stuff we touch is in his eyes.
other notes I HOPE YOU STILL FEEL SMALL BESIDE THE OCEAN

...literature*

book title The Call Of The Wild
backstory Buck was a dog that belonged to the wealthy family of a Judge, and all was well. But then he was whisked away to Alaska, to pull sleds. He went through multiple owners, some nice, some cruel, and he learnt the law of the wild. He got into fights, made his way into major betting prospect, and later on was pulled so far he was near-death.

He recovered under the watchful eye of a kind man, but he was killed by Inuit Indians. Buck took his revenge by following them and attacking, but found no sort of sense of revenge over it, and quit that stuff. Instead, he was brought into a pack of wolves, and dissolved into the wild, making great sorts of adventures and later the leader of the wolf pack. Sadly, he does not talk.

...roleplayer*

name Rawr, Rawry, Rawrykinzz, Boo.
age 13
gender Female, though I prefer IT.
rp experience 3-4 years, like, since the age of dinos. Hence the pen-name, yo.
how you found ouac Magical Becket. But now I live here
rp sample Please see the RP Sample on Bran Allber's application .3.

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