"Hit me Again"
Full Name:
Alton Lou Webb
Nickname:
Sometimes Lou, but rarely
Gender:
Male
Age:
19
Ethnicity/Race:
English
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual
Room #:
297
Prior Occupation:
Night Janitor
Current Occupation:
Animal Rescuer/Trainer
Dark Brown
Eye Color:
Brown
Height:
6â
Weight:
145 lbs
Tattoos:
None
Piercings:
Right Earlobe
Scars:
Many, many scars litter his entire body, too many to count
Most notable being a jagged scar running along his left collar bone, and across his left shoulder. And a cut on his forehead above his right eyebrow that was hidden by his hairline.
Character Color:
#A78484
Description: Altonâs physical build is very thin. He never had the time, nor want, to build up his physical form and let his muscle wither to the minimum state they were in now. He stands at a decent 6 feet, but only weighs 135 lbs putting him very underweight. Due to this weakness he is anemic and prone to fainting if he doesnât eat enough before activity. And further, because he is anemic he is very pale that gives him an almost sickly look much of the time. His body is covered in a variety of different scars from years of abuse from his father. Along his forearms, shoulders, and upper thighs are circular cigarette burns, he has permanent bruising all along his torso and legs, and he has multiple laceration scars from being cut by sharp objects.
Altonâs hair is a dark brown, and is cut to reach right below his ears. His eyes match his hair color and he can usually be found with bags under them. In terms of clothing, he is never really picky, and doesnât have a problem with others seeing his scars, just as long as you ask him to, he will wear it.
Personality:
{Masochist, Obsessive, Apathetic, Unstable, Submissive, Flexible, Neat}
Altonâs personality may have developed differently if not for the suffocating bullying and abuse he suffered his entire life. Unlike many people, who because of bullying and negativity resign into themselves, he embraced all the pain and learned to enjoy being abused both mentally and physically. Further, after developing this mentality he became attracted strong personalities. It was easier for him to accept it, to like it, than to continuously fight against it. Along with his masochistic demeanor comes a very submissive personality. After so many years of being told he was wrong, and that he couldnât do anything, he likes being given direction, and he likes being told what to do. Alton is also very flexible, in terms of big change in plans and environments. Heâs able to adapt to situations very well without any inconvenience to others.
On another note, despite the fact he embraced his abuse with open arms and warped himself into enjoying it, some things still get to him. One of his fatherâs most common insults was âThe Sicknessâ and bullies would call him âDirtyâ and other less than creative names that began to give him a fear of disorder and messes. He needs things to be neat, he needs order, and he has a case of OCD. His OCD makes him obsessive over tasks he is given, and he strives to make every detail perfect.
Finally, he eventually closed himself off from feeling anything from others. He is not empathetic in the slightest and doesnât care for himself or anyone else. He only allows himself to enjoy being hurt and has trouble when people are kind to him. With all his problems it makes his personality very unstable and creates a mental toll on himself.
Reading
Watching(Cloud watching, people watching, etc.)
Drawing
Habits:
Itching(When he gets uncomfortable)
Not making eye contact
Lip biting
Oddities:
Enjoys Being Hurt
Has Insomnia and is Anemic
- Dominant Personalities(Leans towards men)
- Rice
- Nonfiction Literature
- Alcohol
- Order
- Disorder
- Being Dirty
- Chaos
- Expensive Foods
- Nightmares
Character Skills/Talents:What is your character good at doing?
- Drawing
- Extremely High Pain Tolerance
- Emotionally Detached
- Following Orders
- Extreme OCD
- Drawing the Line(Doesnât know when to stop)
- Has poor teamwork abilities
- Physically Incapable
Suffers from Vivid Nightmares
Able to read something once and remember it forever
Not a virgin
Fears/Phobias:
Sleeping
Chaos
Relationships
Biography
Place Of Origin:
London, England
Birth Date:
January 13th, 1994
History:
Alton was a misfortune to the Webb family from the moment he was born. His mother was sickly her entire life and during childbirth died. His father would have been a wonderful father to his son, but his love for his wife was so overwhelming her death created a void Alton could never dream of filling. His father became consumed with hatred for Alton and tried to fill the void his wife left with alcohol, drugs, and violence. When that wasnât enough he turned to beating his son. Never killing him though because, and Alton never forgot this, he had a piece of his mother in him that needed to stay alive.
From Altonâs first memory, all he did was cover, hide, and cry. He never fought back and took the beatings because he thought he deserved it. He had never even left the flat until he turned four. His father called him by a variety of names, he was called a Sickness, a Plague, and Murderer, and very rarely Alton. His father said that his mother chose that name, and that was the only reason he used it. His younger years went by uneventfully, he got beat, and that was it. He can still point out which scars came from his early years though.
It wasnât until he reached age eight did he start fighting back against the abuse. And it only worsened. His father started beating him harder, and began getting more frequent with his beatings. One of Altonâs more prominent scars ran along his left collar bone and over his shoulder. It was done by a broken beer bottle and a very angry man. It had scared him, it had been the first time his father had cut him with something that severely. Being cut happened more times after that, and soon he stopped being scared of it, at the age of ten he stopped crying completely.
When he turned eleven he began to catch the interest of a select group at the school. It was then that the safe haven of school became unreliable as well. The safety he felt from going to school was gone when the bullying started. It wasnât nearly as violent as his father, but it was taking a toll on him. The bullies never would have taken an interest in him if it werenât for his poor health and his obsessive neatness. Over the years he had fainted during gym class at least twice a year, and thrown up three times in as many years. His poor health was infamous around school, and his inept social skills ensured him no friends. For two years he was suicidal.
But then something started to change in him. When he was thirteen he started to enjoy ticking his father off, he started to like being it and it made his body tingle. He was no longer enduring beatings, he was enjoying them. He liked the feeling of being hit, the heat from being bruised, and burning from alcohol being poured over his wounds. In his mind, it was time to accept it was his life, and it was time to enjoy it, just like he saw other kids enjoying theirs.
When he was fifteen he was getting off on pain in the most perverse way possible, but at that point he was so far gone Alton didnât care at that point. His father noticed too, and it disgusted the man. On his fifteenth birthday he was slapped in the face so hard his fatherâs wedding ring caught him right above the eye and left a deep gash. Needless to say once his father stumbled out the room he grabbed a discarded, half-filled, bottle of beer and chugged it. Leaving him to relieve himself with blood blinding his right eye and an empty bottle in his free hand.
At sixteen he made his first friend. It was a coincidence that the ever popular Artie Cornheld got paired with him for a history project. It was always a game amongst the student body as to who would be paired with him since he was both a blessing and a curse. Was the good grade worth spending time with him? Usually he was just by himself, but the teacher decided it was a good idea to premake the pairs, extend the social circles.
Through the project Artie became close to Alton, started calling him Lou, and hanging out with him outside of project time. He said Alton was interesting, that he was smart, and different, and just slightly bit weird, but nothing to warrant the treatment he got in school. Alton ignored him most of the time, but he actually liked it, that someone liked him. And he liked that he called him Lou, because his father never called him that, and he liked that Artie was different. Artie was the one that found out that, not only was he incredibly bright, but he had a certain talent for drawing. Artie told him that he could have a future in the art world, Alton liked that.
Artie changed Alton for the worse. Artie did something that pushed Alton over the mental edge for good. Alton was friends with Artie for one year, and it amazed him that Artie didnât care that he got made fun of for hanging with Alton. He didnât know a lot about Artieâs home life, just that his father had a temper and occasionally got rough with Alton. At this point, Alton was still hiding his scars. And he knew Alton was on the cusp of an addiction to alcohol, he even knew about Altonâs strange pain kink, and his severe OCD, but he still hung around. And then he raped Alton and that was the end of it.
Alton closed himself off, he stopped caring about everything completely. Nothing mattered to him anymore. He just read, and drew, and refused to acknowledge Artie at all. He dropped out of school before Artie could really try to reconcile. He closed himself off, ticked his father more often so he could get off, and was never able to pull himself out of the pit.
His father died when he was eighteen and it was conflicting. Alton didnât have any feelings towards death, and he didnât feel sad nor happy. It was just another fact, the person that had twisted his life into what he was, was gone. That was a fact, he was free. He was completely alone now, with no one to financially support him. That was also a fact, the only person he was close to, if that could even be said, was gone.
He got a job as a night janitor ar an office building. He preferred being away from people and liked the job involved putting things back in order and cleaning. He didnât know janitors could be promoted, but apparently they could because his pay was raised twice since he started working for how well he was doing.
Now, he still suffers from lack of sleep, and usually gets 4-6 hours a night. He doesnât like sleeping, and fears it to an extent, due to vivid nightmares. His nightmare self, unlike his conscious self, fears the lifelike abuses from his childhood as a normal person would, and he is plagued by the fear from his dreams. He is still extremely neat, and his living quarters are kept in immaculate condition, and he still suffers from fainting spells when he doesnât keep up with his eating.
Family Tree
Father
Mother
Happiest Memory:
His Fatherâs Death
Saddest Memory:
His Fatherâs Death
I'm a killer
Cold and wrathful
Silent sleeper
I've been inside your bedroom
I've murdered half the town
Left you love notes on their headstones
I'll fill the graveyards
Until I have you
Moonlight walking
I smell your softness
Carnivorous and lusting
To track you down among the pines
I want you stuffed into my mouth
Hold you down and tear you open
Live inside you
Oh, love I'd never hurt you
But I'll grind against your bones
Until our marrows mix
I will eat you slowly
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood
I wake in terror
Blackbirds screaming
Dark cathedrals spilling
Midnight on their alters
I'm your servant
My immortal
Pale and perfect
Such unholy heaving
The statues close their eyes
The room is changing
Break my skin
And drain me
Ancient language
Speak through fingers
The awful edges
Where you end and I begin
Inside your mouth
I cannot see
There's catastrophe
In everything I'm touching
As I sweat and crush you
And I hold your beating chambers
Until they beat no more
You die like angels sing
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood
You're a ghost, love
Nightgown flowing
Your body blue and walking
Along the continental shelf
You are a dream among the sharks
Beautiful and terrifying
Living restless
We dance in dark suspension
And you bury me
In the ocean floor beneath you
Where they'll never hear us scream
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood
Wants to gain:
-An escape
Anything else:
Bedroom
Password: 6 years, and I will roleplay anything equally
How often can you get online? Usually once a day
How often can we expect you to be able to post?: At least once a day