D7 ☆ SILAS QUINN TEMPLE [DONE]

Just shoot for the stars
If it feels right
And aim for my heart
If you feel like
And take me away and make it OK

( N A M E ) Silas Quinn Temple
( A G E ) Eighteen
( D I S T R I C T ) Seven
( G E N D E R ) Male

I swear I'll behave
You wanted control
So we waited
I put on a show
Now I make it

( B I O G R A P H Y )

You say I'm a kid
My ego is big
I don't give a shit
And it goes like this
Take me by the tongue

Let's begin with the god damn near perfect nose that sits on his face. It sits there being amazing and perfect, it is shaped with such grace and beauty that only Ripred himself could have bent down and carved it into his head. And then of course there is the hair, the towering black raven hair. It protrudes like a rock, hard and gelled as much as he can. It is stylized daily, hourly, any time there is a strand out of place. Like the nose, like the face, like this boy himself it is all perfect, he must keep it in perfect form, otherwise how on Earth is he supposed to impress the ladies? With out the perfectly shaped hair he would get no where.

The eyes are black, with only the smallest hint of grey; it lines the iris and gives the only indication that there is a difference between the iris and the pupil. There is always that cheeky mischievous light that makes you want to get to know this guy, it makes you want to hug him and slide on closer until you can smell him. And the smile, the captivating grin that gets any girl or guy hooked. The perfect set of white teeth that glow on his face, the smile that works wonders on all the ladies. Not even the slight ship in one of his front teeth throws you off.

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Mhmm yep, that is how it works, [/color]yep that sounds perfect, sounds just like me. The pen lingers over the scrolled words, the ink smudges slightly at the corner and a crooked grin tugs at the corner of my lips. The paper was held down by the ink bottle, the words bleeding into the page, long, flowing and cursive, delicate and perfect. I sat hunched over staring at the page, my eyes flashing brightly, cheekily. At the top of the page was a few small scribbled words, the sue date for the assignment, the title “biography of ones self” and the messy lettering of a person who did not care for school, but cared more for the fact that lunch time was only seconds away, when the teacher had told me to write this all down. I draw a hand through my black hair, it was styled and full of hair gel, my eyes just as I had written were black, but there was no silver in their depths.

He is tall, he is strong, well-tones muscle lace his arms, chest, legs and everywhere, well, all the places you need to have iron hard muscles. Sharp high-angles cheek bones sit on his face, his chin is pointed his lips are thin, graced with only the slightest touch of pink. His skin--[/i][/color]

A hesitation, there, the flaw. The one flaw in my otherwise perfect body, well at least to me all the little imperfections aren't flaws, I mean a chipped tooth? Bitches hit me all the time. A slip in my perfect hair? Got rough in bed. Broken nail? Guys, please, I'm a tank. Scars? Ha. Scars show you all just how amazingly bamf I am. See, there are no flaws here, I call it amazingness in disguise. But my skin. Ugh where do I begin, the tainted skin, the poison in my apple, the false start, the cheating on your girlfriend, the death of someone you love oh my skin is worse then all of that. It sickens me to look at it in the mirror, but to be honest it is damn hard not to. My skin is pale. There. I said it. Pale, way too pale, like a vampire, mang. There is no colour here, there is nothing in it, ugh so ugly, so bad.

"The skin is the outside, and on the inside is true beauty."

I mumble it with the expertise of a person that speaks for no other reason then to say something rude, like an insult, or to say something to get a girl in bed with them. Oh and also to, of course, tell everyone how amazing I am. Well, anyway, that saying is a load of rubbish. Skin, is beauty, if you don't look good on the outside, how on earth can you look good on the inside, because like the inside is just blood and bones and fatty things and muscle. I mean what is there that is good looking about that? That's right, nothing, there is only beauty on the outside, there is only beauty on the skin and even though my skin is just disgusting I am sexy, beautiful and handsome and anyone who thinks otherwise will know it, because they won't be smirking for very long when my fist is up their ass.

He has a family, he is the son of Ripred, he was fathered by a mere mortal, the man that he calls his father, but everyone knows that a boy that looks as perfect as him is not a normal person. he word person cannot and should not be used to even describe him. He is God. His so called mother killed herself when he was young, he blames the father for this ludicrous action, it is a mans duty to keep the women satisfied and if she had to end her life he must not have been doing good enough a job. His so called father does not care that much for him, but Silas Temple does not care for him either. Silas sees himself above them all, and that is because he does everything better. Chuck a pair of wings on him and tell him to jump and he will fly. Who wouldn't tap that? I would, he would and everyone would. Tell him to walk he will leap, tell him to sing he will recite a whole album for you above and beyond this guy has it all.[/i][/color]

I hold out the page in front of me, a smirk sliding across my face. I was a hard person not to love, I mean seriously have you not seen me? Gently I fold the paper up and put it in my school bag, keeping it safe and ready to give to the teacher tomorrow morning. Whoever had to read out my speech would be proud, they have the best guy in the school, they have the best person in the world. And they better know it. Damn I'm a sexy thing. I shove the pen back into my bag and stretch my arms above my head. A lingering yawn escapes my lips and I blow out the candle that flickered and danced in my room before trudging over to my bed.

Even Gods need to sleep.[/blockquote][/size][/justify][/blockquote]

And I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk
And I'll show you
All the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

( C O D E W O R D )

ODAIR

I've got the moves like Jagger
I don't need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and I'll own you
With them moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

( C O M M E N T / O T H E R )

Template ripped from the amazing Lalia <3

Face Claim is Baptiste Giabiconi

Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5

I've got the moves like Jagger
Maybe it's hard
When you feel like you're broken and scarred
Nothing feels right
I'll make you believe