Post by beck tucker on Aug 4, 2008 2:23:20 GMT -5
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It's caged and frozen still
There is no other pill to take
So swallow the one
That made you ill[/color], [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/size]Cause I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home,
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hello, the name's, beck malachy tucker
but people tend to call me, does psychotic asshole count?
I turned , 23
on , january 22nd
so that means I've been ( attending / living ), resident
when the days over i like me some , girls
[/color][/font][/size]I've seen a palace in London,
I've seen a castle in Wales,
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well, my hair is, dirty blonde
and I love my eyes, they're, hazel
and my skin colors this really cool, tanned
mainly because I'm , german and irish
I measure up to , 6'2
no Seattle Sutton's for me ! the scale says , 152
but it's kind of cool that I have , lean and tall, his vagant expression, penetrating set of eyes, wicked smile
and my style blows yours away , jean, t-shirts, flannel shirts, biker boots, trucker hat
so over - all ,
Beck is a different variation on the word ‘handsome’. At first glance, he doesn’t really look like the type who would rip your face off like tissue paper. But while we’re on the subject of faces, Beck has a long, ovular face with a strong chin and pointed nose. He has sad, intense hazel eyes, which never reveal what he is feeling or thinking, he has perfected the ability to convey no emotion what so ever. They say that the eyes never lie, that you can always tell when a person is feeling sad or angry by the look on his eyes, not in beck's case. They are cold and calculating and it really feels like the guy is able to kill you with a look. They are just dead and empty, there is nothing that resembles any light in them or sign that there was ever any.
His jaw is strong, eyebrows thick and arching over his oval eyes, framed with black lashes so thick that any woman would kill in order to have them herself. His boyish, almost-gentle looking appearance is probably one of his more deadly attributes. He dresses mostly in black shirts, worn in jeans, and heavy combat boots. He has a very favorite leather jacket that he wears almost all the time. He’s worn his hair in dozens of ways, but right now, its back to somewhat-natural brunette, worn shaggy, poking out around his ears. He doesn’t attempt to do much with it, he just doesn't care much about his appearance and taking care of the hair on his crown is not one of his deepest priorities. if he got tired of his hair, he would shave it all off and let it grow all over again, no big deal
The guy is tall, but that is a usual trait with the tucker clan. He might come off as very intimidating because of his height, but he finds it quite amusing. He stands at a height of six foot two, with strong shoulders, a straight back, and long legs. He can still remember the days when he was considered almost gigantic - though, now he knows several young men who are far taller than he. His body is well-toned and muscled, as though he spends a great deal of time in making sure it remains in such good condition. His body is lean but muscular, he has the right muscles on the right places. no, he is not butch, but he has a nice looking body, all that time in prison did him some good. He doesn't go to the gym or do much of an exercise routine, he sees no need for it. the guy was just blessed with a very fast metabolism because he eats constantly.he has a few tattoos located on his shoulder and back, his right leg, and his left arm. no piercings, he used to have one on his nipple but then he just found it completely stupid and removed it
Beck does not consider himself to be in the hot and handsome category, but he is knows he had some attractive features that resemble his father's. He never had the means to take good care of himself so most of the time he can look pretty disheveled, but from time to time he will clean up nicely and look a bit decent.
but people say I look like , justin chambers
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[/size]but I'd rather wake up beside you
and breathe that ol' familiar smell,
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[/i][/size][/color] because, i never think before i act
I love,
-burning shit up
-sex
-fighting
-competing with others
-brutality
-punk rock
-soap operas
-dog racing
-food
-drugs
-smoking
-drinking
-defying conventions
but I really despise,
-losing fights
-not getting his way
-vulnerability
-letting his emotions get the best of him
-people with boundary issues
-stupid people
-archaic ceremonies and rituals
-jacob tucker
-the sun
-being interrupted
-useless people
-lousy sex
-boredom
-frigid bitches
-limitations
I personally think I'm pretty good at,
-clever
-intelligent
-strength
-persuasion (he talks first, shoots later)
-humor
-love
-resourceful
-longevity
-great in bed
-funny (in a sarcastic sort of way)
-very perceptive
-patient when he wants to be
though I should really work on ,
-emotional
-sarcastic
-impulsive
-jealous
-violent
-overly dramatic
-reckless
-competitive
-pyromaniac
-stubborn
-doesn't respond well to criticism
people tend to tell me I'm ,
aggressive[/font] because, i let my temper get the best of me
temperamental[/font] because, i tend to overreact and loose my head [/ul][/font]
but basically, I'm ,
Beck can be best described as the epitome of the man your mother told you to be wary of growing up, everything about him is a temptation of mysteriously alluring traits that stray far from perfection but always seems to captivate people's attention. He possesses a swaggering posture and enjoys living by nobody's rules save his own. He has a habit of making pithy remarks and glib insults, even toward the few he does not view as antagonists. Beck often nicknames people, both as insults and as terms of endearment.Beck is fond of beer and liquor. He smokes. He plays poker, watches football, goes to dog races. He likes music and often goes to concerts. He has no aspirations or desires other than live to see another day. Because he is attractive, and can be charming, and has excellent manners when he cares to employ them, there has been a tendency to dismiss him as a serious threat.
He manipulates whenever he sees benefit for himself and has absolutely no qualm in reaping the rewards of his efforts. He can be cold, harsh and cruel one moment and charming and gregarious the next. In the end though, however he acts is all about him. How it fulfills whatever need or want he has in that moment. Selfish in a word, entirely independent in another. People are expendable, friends are loose term and family, well...family didn;t really mean much to him, specially since it was his family who betrayed him and sent him to prison in the first place. Beck is his own man and alliances are only for what can be gained, to accomplish a common goal. He takes particular pleasure in all forms of excess. Pain is pleasure, especially when given to someone else. Gluttony and sloth are things to be done in daily life. He's quick to anger and his displeasure is never met with anything short of full vengeance. Though it's envy and pride that are more often than not his downfall... something that has had him in more than a few spots of trouble over his life
Manipulative bastard. Two words that most likely go together like bread and butter when describing Beck. Oh, he takes no offense to the phrase, seeing as he consider manipulation to be an art - half of the fun when toying with people, and over the years he's certainly learnt to fine-tune this little specialty of his. In truth, Beck simply has a way about him the allows him to twist people in doing what he wants. Who needs intimidation and brute force? Not to say that Beck is incappable of using said intimidation or force if necessary, but for the most part he simply enjoys being able to shape people like clay in his hands without having to break much of a sweat. And boy does he enjoy it. On the flip side, vulnerablity tends to stirs up feelings of uneasiness and fear within Beck, because showing anyone a crack in his carefully designed and perfected armor could mean a sudden lapse of weakness, and he certainly couldn’t have that. He needs to be strong, ruthless, valiant, cold-hearted. He needs to be notorious.
While Beck may be seen as cruel, cold and calculating, he is also just as equally as passionate. As much as Beck may bare a certain air of mystery, he also possesses an air of feral passion and need in all its forms. When he wants something, no matter what it is, absolutely nothing will stop him from getting it, not a single thing. Determined? Yes. Obsessive? Insanely so. If he has set his eye on something that has managed draw his fancy there is no way he would allow it to slip through his fingers. As far as he is concerned the obstacles in his path do not exist beyond the point of distraction, a challenge to make the persuit even more fun that it already would be to him. Over dramatic, emotional, these sort of feelings can bring the guy down. He tends to loose his grip and put his own foot in his mouth.
He is attracted many things: prestige, women, power, adventure. Beck loves burning shit to the ground, literally. Suffering from pyromania can cause the guy to fantasize on watching things melt and destroy in one beautiful blaze. He loves — is addicted to — highs; he takes a sort of divine pleasure in experiencing the rush of that which is fast and furious. It's the sex, it's the drugs, it's the dancing, it's the bloodshed, it's the gambling. He's got an extremely competitive nature; in this way, it is nearly impossible for him to back down from a challenge. If challenged to do something, you better believe he has every intention of seeing it through to the end with a cocky flourish. Beat that, bitches. And he'll do whatever is in his power to win, even if it takes deceit, bribery, murder and a good fuck with someone relatively influential. I'm not gonna lie. He can be pretty bad ass when he wants to be; Beck isn't tied down by those limits of what people expect of him — that he should behave princely and gentlemanly. Please. That act's reserved for old ladies.
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[/size]I never thought you could leave me,
I figured I was the one ,
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I came from, dublin, ireland / dallas, texas
well my father .. ,
coming in at , 45
he supported us by , ex con artist, dead
all in all, he's pretty , my father, he was a good man. yes, he was a cold blooded killer, but he never raised his hand to hit me and was always there to get my ass out of trouble. it was sad that he was not strong enough to live this life without mom, but what can you do, right? some people are just weak[/ul]
onto my mother ,
coming in at , 41
she helped too, by , hooker, housewife, dead
in the end she's quite ,i never blamed mom for what she did, and my father loved her even though she was indeed a prostitute. she did leave that life behind to be a full time mother. it was hard to see her leave this world in such agony.i wanted to put her down, but my father wouldn't allow it. i thought that was pretty selfish of him. i mean, we put animals down to avoid their suffering, why can't we do the same to the people we love?[/ul]
and then they had kids ,
Ashton Francis Tucker, twenty-five
Connor Venedict Tucker, twenty - three[/ul]
then it was time for my own ,
and my one and only pet(s) , none
the love life , relationships are for pussies. i don't do that shit and i will be caught dead if i ever fall in love with a girl. hell, the day that happens i will personally cut my own testicles and feed them to her
& the good and the bad,
- His father recklessly fell in love with an irish prostitute and got her knocked up. The too never really married, but lived together as a married couple for many years
- Ashton Francis was born and Sebastian Tucker decided to give the kid his last name and save him the suffering and embarrassment of being a bastard child
- Two years later, their second son was born, who they named Connor Venedict. The family lived in a nice house back in Dublin, they had money but it all came from Sebastian's criminal activities
- Beck Malachy Tucker, was born on a rainy night of January. There were complications during his birth where Jessica almost lost her life. She survived, but she was unable to get pregnant after that. Sebastian was relieved
- Reckless since the cradle, Beck had the natural ability to get himself in trouble. He was far too much for his parents to handle, but they tried their best to put up with him.
- Therapy, that didn't help for shit. Beck's parents thought that therapy would help him overcome whatever bullshit disease he had. Doctors could not find anything wrong with him, since he was able to manipulate and cheat his way through it to the extend of convincing the psychiatrist that his parents were the ones responsible for his behaviour
- Home schooling was the best option for the boy, and he had tutors and people coming to the house with the goal of providing him with some sort of education. Beck proved to be smarter than any teacher that came through the front doors
- Beck started to read at a very young age. When his peers were reading gousebumps or harry potter-like books, his mind was absorbing the words of Nietche and Aristotle.
- Always too smart for his own damn good, Beck never really had a normal education. He never saw the inside of a high school classroom. He was self taught and not by some 40 year old fuck face but by his own damn self
- Moved to the united states with his parents by the age of fifteen, and met the rest of his so called family. He never really knew this people before this. Most of their faces had been seen in ireland at weddings or funerals, but nothing more. now,Beck was forced to live among these people
- Beck started to show signs of pyromania that same year.He would carry with him a trusty set of matches wherever he went to lit shit up. He enjoyed the smell of burned rubber, to watch something fall apart and be consumed by flames. It was satisfying to know that anything could be so easily destroyed by something so trivial
- By the age of fifteen he was an alcoholic. Sure, he did have irish blood in him which allowed him to sustain large quantities of alcohol. His whole family were heavy drinkers, so Beck was not really an exception
- When he was sixteen, he tried his first drug. It was cocaine, and it hit him like a punch to the stomach. He was hooked from that moment on, so much he would probably suck cock for a bag of that shit. thankfully, he never had to, since his family were dealing drugs by the fuck load
- His brother Ashton decided to return to Dublin, he was over eighteen and since he never understood or liked the american way of life, he decided to return home. Besides, he never wanted to be a part of the family business so he left for Dublin and opened a bar. He still lives there with his current wife
- Spent a few nights in juvie for vandalism, but always managed to post bail. The guy loved to be in trouble, he lived and breathed it
- Connor and Beck were more alike and did everything together. The guy was always there to help Beck with his problems and get him out of trouble
- Started to work for his father and his uncle Jacob along with his brother when he turned eighteen, doing drug deals mostly.. He did witness people getting killed and was forced to pull the trigger more than once.
- His mother got very ill and died of ovarian cancer close to Beck's nineteenth birthday. Sebastian was devastated and killed himself days after
- Beck remained with Jacob and became his golden boy. The things he did for him...trust me, you really don't want me to get into details
- Connor was shot and fell into a coma. When he woke up a week later, he had severe brain trauma. He became a danger to himself and to the people around him,so he was locked up in a mental institution in Houston
- Beck tried to visit his brother a few times, only to discover that he had no idea who Beck was. The last time he saw his brother was five years ago
- He participated in the attack towards Noah Tucker and Rhys horowitz, and the one that pulled the trigger to kill his beloved cousin, only to hit Rhys in the gut.
- Jacob became extremely paranoid after that, and started to think that Beck missed on purpose. Beck wasn't trusted anymore, so Jacob betrayed him and handed his ass to the feds
- Beck was charged with attempted murder and drug possession and was sentenced to 20 years in prison
- Prison was not that bad. Some guy tried to make Beck his bitch, but he broke his arm in three places. Nobody messed with him after that.
- Beck spent three years in prison, exercising, playing basketball, smoking cigarettes, playing poker. He was out on probation for his good behavior
- There were two ways to go, back to Jacob Tucker, which was suicide or pack his shit and move to L.A where his cousin lived. He knew that Noah was not going to be too thrilled to see him, but right now...what other choice did he have?
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[/size]but I understand your sadness so
I guess I should just hold my tongue ,
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[/size] hello, I'm gabster[/color]. I play beck malachy tucker[/color] and his/her playmates, rhys horowitz, jasmine horowitz and cordelia faust[/color]. I myself have seen eighteen[/color]summers and I plan to see a lot more, living the good life up in pacific[/color]. I've been in this part of town for five[/color], so I know the area pretty well. oh! and did I mention that my panties[/color] told me about this island resort? he/she's a gorgeous thing. stalk me? well, my aim is AIMs/nifapplicable[/color], my msn's MSNs/nifapplicable[/color], and my email's EMAILs/nifapplicable[/color], . but, of course, you can always PM me. au revior !"[/size]
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check out rhys
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