Full Name:
Aaron Elijah Rosse
Nickname:
āI usually go by Eli.ā
Age:
āI just turned nineteen, actually.ā
Birthdate:
āIronically enough, I was born the thirty-first of October. Yes, Halloween. I know itās weird.ā
Sexual Orientation:
āI really have no wanting of being in a relationshipā¦but I suppose you could call me bi-sexual.ā
Apartment Number:
Apartment 2B
Occupation:
āI donāt really have an occupationā¦I was in England for a while, hence my accentā¦other than that, I just live day by day. You know?ā
Likes:
+Being alone+
ā¦Iām more of an introvert. I find comfort in being alone.ā
+The Supernatural+
It fascinates meā¦then again, who wouldnāt be fascinated by the unknown living amongst us.ā
+Anything sweet+
āMost people donāt know it, but I really do love anything that is sweet or unhealthy. Itās my little addiction.ā
+Bendy straws+
ā..not much to say about this. Itās so much better than having to lean up to drink a beverage. Itās right there at your level. When you think about it, it makes sense.ā
+The Nightlife+
āThe night is comforting. I like to just take long walks at night alone, and listen to the sounds that only night can offer.ā
+Sleeping in+
āI donāt get to sleep in late much, due to my insomnia; but in the few cases that I do, I adore it.ā
+The Dead Language+
āLatin, for me, is like a second. Iām fluent in it, and despite the fact that it isnāt a āspoken languageā anymore, it comes in handy when Iām writing poetry.ā
+Frappes+
āI really like coffee. So, Frappes are an obvious favourite of mine. Especially when thereās caramel on top.ā
+Horror films+
āI have all of the collections in my room on the wall, so anyone thatās seen my room understands this.ā
+Writing Poetry+
āMy poetry tends to be sad and full of emotion, kind of like the thoughts in my head.ā
Dislikes:
-Failure-
āThe thought of failing bothers me. I want everything to be perfect, so when it isnāt, I tend to close up more than usual.ā
-Technology-
āEvery other day, the shit breaks or needs another download. I may use it, but I certainly donāt praise it.ā
-Being Humiliated-
āWhen Iām doing anything, I think more about what may go wrong than the actual outcome. I canāt stand the thought of embarrassment.ā
-Advertisements-
āThey take up more time than the actual shit they show you on television. Whatās the point of that?ā
-Alcohol-
āā¦more shit happens when people are under the influence than any other time, including āmistake babiesā, like myself.ā
-Relationships-
āPeople bother me. Sexual contact bothers me. No questions.ā
-Creative-less people-
āPeople who have no creative thoughts in their body annoy me. I live in my own imaginations. The surreal is so much better than reality, why would you want to
stay there?ā
-Religion-
āReligions came to be when some higher up twats in society decided to humour themselves by tricking everyone else into believing some stupid story of a God thatās never existed.ā
-Pop music-
āI simply donāt see how one can burn their mind with this shit they consider good music. Itās god awful.ā
-Society-
āSociety tries to brainwash people into believing whatever they say, and for the most part, for some understood reason to me, people actually believe them.ā
Fears:
-Myself-
āIām honestly scared of myself and the thoughts that I haveā¦they arenāt normal, and as much as I wish to pretend that there was nothing wrong with me, there so obviously is.ā
-Never Reaching Perfection-
āEven though I know that no one can truly be perfect, my mind continuously pushes me to be.ā
-Death-
āDeath scares me as much as it interests me in actuality. I find the thought terrifying, yet I would love to know what it feels likeā¦if that makes any sense.ā
Dreams:
+Publishing his Poetry+
ā..it would be cool to finally get my work out, so that people can see what goes through my mind...poetry is the only real way for me to explain that in words.ā
+Becoming Something+
āSometimes, I wonder if all of this work has been for nothing. I want to know what my future holds. I hate not knowing.ā
+Moving back to England+
āI quite miss Englandā¦if I get the chance to go back, I certainly plan too.ā
Secrets:
+Bi-Polar-
āNo one knows, not even my brother, that while I was in England, I was seeing a psychiatrist, and while there, I was diagnosed with having Bi-Polar disorder. I was given medication, but I rarely take it.ā
+Social Anxiety-
āIf it isnāt already obvious, I was also diagnosed with social anxiety. The thought of people stresses me out. I get extremely paranoid, and I just feel as if I need to escape.ā
+College-
āWhile I left for college at the age of eighteen in England, my grades soon began to drop, and I ended up dropping out. I continued to live in England for the next seven months, but I didnāt have nearly enough money to support myself, so I came back. I have yet to speak of the events that occurred while I was there.ā
+Birth Parents-
āā¦unknown to my adopted family, I have taken it upon myself to find my birth parents, only to find out that they had no wanting to meet me.ā
Personality:
āI am what one may consider to be eccentric. Standing out is something that Iām known to do, but I certainly donāt try too. In fact, I donāt find myself to be āout of
the ordinary at all. I simply stick to myself, keeping quiet behind closed doors as I feel that I should. Some people belong in the world to be leaders, and some followersā¦then thereās me.
Unless you come to speak to me, youāll most likely never hear a peep out of me. Iām not one to start conversations with strangers; in fact, the mere thought of that absolutely terrifies me. Anyways, off of that topicā¦I suppose Iām not exactly the friendliest of types. For some reason, I always tend to say the most awkward things, which tends to push people away. Although I donāt let the fact of being alone get to me, to some extent, it does. I wish I could be care free and friendly, much like my brother. But itās obvious that just wasnāt in the cards for me, which is life. I can be pessimistic, and often, I donāt even realize Iām acting that way. I donāt often see the brightest side of a situation, and Iāll spend hours focusing on the negative before I finally give in and realize that there is a positive side to the situation. Iām extremely stubborn. If I believe in something, nothing will change my opinion of it, so thereās no use in trying too. Iāve never been one to follow what someone says in order to āblend itā; although I try to do just thatā¦Iām a man of many faces. At times, I may seem like a sweet guy; then at others, I can be very cold. Yet again, this is not a surprise due to my bi-polar disorder, which anyone has yet to find out about.
When it comes to relationships and friendships, I donāt have much to say. I canāt really consider myself friends with anyone, simply because I donāt talk to anyone enough to become close to them. Itās really rather impossible to explain my dislike for close relationships. I get increasingly uncomfortable around large groups of people, or even just a few. The only people I can really feel comfortable is my brother, and Jay, which is still sort of a work in progress. I guess, overall, what Iām trying to say is that I really donāt know what it takes to care for someone, because Iāve never felt thatā¦and, I wouldnāt know how to react if I ever were too.ā
History:
āI canāt really say it is such a surprise that Iāve turned out the way that I have. Itās just what society expects from an adopted child, who was offered up because of a mother who didnāt give a damn and a father who had no idea I even existed. But, onto the full story of my lifeā¦ā
āThat cool October night was not one full of the happiness and excitement that one would expect coming from a woman who had just given birth. No, this was nothing like thatā¦my birth mother, Anya, was not someone youād want to take home to your motherā¦she had experimented with every kind of drug, and alcohol? Oh, that was like her middle name..of course, I never knew her personally. These are only the things I was told growing up in the care of St. Hollyāsā¦also known as, the worst experience of my life.ā
āBeing raised in an orphanage wouldnāt have been so bad, really, expect for the fact that it was. We were way overcrowded, and sleeping in a room full of crying children was next to impossible. Every day you would see so many hopeful children-less people coming in, observing us all as if to decide which one they thought would be the least fucked up; I suppose they thought I would be the worst of them all. For eight years, I lived hereā¦unlike the others, everyone could tell I was different. You could hardly ever get a single word out of me, and when you did, I would usually say something that made the kids go running. How was I supposed to know any better? I saw nothing good out of the life I livedā¦it wasnāt until my familyā¦my true family saved me from all of this. Which is something I will for all eternity be grateful for.ā
āThe Rosses showed me a happiness I had never known. Toby, although six years older than me, was more of a brother to me than any of the guys back at St. Hollyās. We instantly clicked, and even to this day, weāre closer than everā¦I would do anything for him, as I know he would for me. As for my adopted parents? Well, theyāre just as much my birth parents as my actual birth parentsā¦I guess you could say I got lucky in a weird, sort of fucked up way.ā
āGoing through school was difficult for me. I was always seen as the weird kid that everyone desperately tried to avoid; of course, who was I to blame them? I was different. I felt different. I felt that I was well beyond my years, and I could never seem to find somewhere that I belonged. Graduating high school was such a relief, but I soon found that college was no better. I wanted a change, and so, I made that change by moving to England, to attend school there. It was then that I was diagnosed with Bi-polar disorder, along with social anxiety, something I had already guessed at. The stress of that, along with college life, soon sent my life spiralling out of control. I tried things I normally never would have, even cut myself a few timesā¦Iāve never spoken of the events that took place while I was there, nor do I plan too. Point is, when the stress became too much, I dropped out, and the only thing I brought back with me was my accent.ā
Aaron Elijah Rosse
Nickname:
āI usually go by Eli.ā
Age:
āI just turned nineteen, actually.ā
Birthdate:
āIronically enough, I was born the thirty-first of October. Yes, Halloween. I know itās weird.ā
Sexual Orientation:
āI really have no wanting of being in a relationshipā¦but I suppose you could call me bi-sexual.ā
Apartment Number:
Apartment 2B
Occupation:
āI donāt really have an occupationā¦I was in England for a while, hence my accentā¦other than that, I just live day by day. You know?ā
Likes:
+Being alone+
ā¦Iām more of an introvert. I find comfort in being alone.ā
+The Supernatural+
It fascinates meā¦then again, who wouldnāt be fascinated by the unknown living amongst us.ā
+Anything sweet+
āMost people donāt know it, but I really do love anything that is sweet or unhealthy. Itās my little addiction.ā
+Bendy straws+
ā..not much to say about this. Itās so much better than having to lean up to drink a beverage. Itās right there at your level. When you think about it, it makes sense.ā
+The Nightlife+
āThe night is comforting. I like to just take long walks at night alone, and listen to the sounds that only night can offer.ā
+Sleeping in+
āI donāt get to sleep in late much, due to my insomnia; but in the few cases that I do, I adore it.ā
+The Dead Language+
āLatin, for me, is like a second. Iām fluent in it, and despite the fact that it isnāt a āspoken languageā anymore, it comes in handy when Iām writing poetry.ā
+Frappes+
āI really like coffee. So, Frappes are an obvious favourite of mine. Especially when thereās caramel on top.ā
+Horror films+
āI have all of the collections in my room on the wall, so anyone thatās seen my room understands this.ā
+Writing Poetry+
āMy poetry tends to be sad and full of emotion, kind of like the thoughts in my head.ā
Dislikes:
-Failure-
āThe thought of failing bothers me. I want everything to be perfect, so when it isnāt, I tend to close up more than usual.ā
-Technology-
āEvery other day, the shit breaks or needs another download. I may use it, but I certainly donāt praise it.ā
-Being Humiliated-
āWhen Iām doing anything, I think more about what may go wrong than the actual outcome. I canāt stand the thought of embarrassment.ā
-Advertisements-
āThey take up more time than the actual shit they show you on television. Whatās the point of that?ā
-Alcohol-
āā¦more shit happens when people are under the influence than any other time, including āmistake babiesā, like myself.ā
-Relationships-
āPeople bother me. Sexual contact bothers me. No questions.ā
-Creative-less people-
āPeople who have no creative thoughts in their body annoy me. I live in my own imaginations. The surreal is so much better than reality, why would you want to
stay there?ā
-Religion-
āReligions came to be when some higher up twats in society decided to humour themselves by tricking everyone else into believing some stupid story of a God thatās never existed.ā
-Pop music-
āI simply donāt see how one can burn their mind with this shit they consider good music. Itās god awful.ā
-Society-
āSociety tries to brainwash people into believing whatever they say, and for the most part, for some understood reason to me, people actually believe them.ā
Fears:
-Myself-
āIām honestly scared of myself and the thoughts that I haveā¦they arenāt normal, and as much as I wish to pretend that there was nothing wrong with me, there so obviously is.ā
-Never Reaching Perfection-
āEven though I know that no one can truly be perfect, my mind continuously pushes me to be.ā
-Death-
āDeath scares me as much as it interests me in actuality. I find the thought terrifying, yet I would love to know what it feels likeā¦if that makes any sense.ā
Dreams:
+Publishing his Poetry+
ā..it would be cool to finally get my work out, so that people can see what goes through my mind...poetry is the only real way for me to explain that in words.ā
+Becoming Something+
āSometimes, I wonder if all of this work has been for nothing. I want to know what my future holds. I hate not knowing.ā
+Moving back to England+
āI quite miss Englandā¦if I get the chance to go back, I certainly plan too.ā
Secrets:
+Bi-Polar-
āNo one knows, not even my brother, that while I was in England, I was seeing a psychiatrist, and while there, I was diagnosed with having Bi-Polar disorder. I was given medication, but I rarely take it.ā
+Social Anxiety-
āIf it isnāt already obvious, I was also diagnosed with social anxiety. The thought of people stresses me out. I get extremely paranoid, and I just feel as if I need to escape.ā
+College-
āWhile I left for college at the age of eighteen in England, my grades soon began to drop, and I ended up dropping out. I continued to live in England for the next seven months, but I didnāt have nearly enough money to support myself, so I came back. I have yet to speak of the events that occurred while I was there.ā
+Birth Parents-
āā¦unknown to my adopted family, I have taken it upon myself to find my birth parents, only to find out that they had no wanting to meet me.ā
Personality:
āI am what one may consider to be eccentric. Standing out is something that Iām known to do, but I certainly donāt try too. In fact, I donāt find myself to be āout of
the ordinary at all. I simply stick to myself, keeping quiet behind closed doors as I feel that I should. Some people belong in the world to be leaders, and some followersā¦then thereās me.
Unless you come to speak to me, youāll most likely never hear a peep out of me. Iām not one to start conversations with strangers; in fact, the mere thought of that absolutely terrifies me. Anyways, off of that topicā¦I suppose Iām not exactly the friendliest of types. For some reason, I always tend to say the most awkward things, which tends to push people away. Although I donāt let the fact of being alone get to me, to some extent, it does. I wish I could be care free and friendly, much like my brother. But itās obvious that just wasnāt in the cards for me, which is life. I can be pessimistic, and often, I donāt even realize Iām acting that way. I donāt often see the brightest side of a situation, and Iāll spend hours focusing on the negative before I finally give in and realize that there is a positive side to the situation. Iām extremely stubborn. If I believe in something, nothing will change my opinion of it, so thereās no use in trying too. Iāve never been one to follow what someone says in order to āblend itā; although I try to do just thatā¦Iām a man of many faces. At times, I may seem like a sweet guy; then at others, I can be very cold. Yet again, this is not a surprise due to my bi-polar disorder, which anyone has yet to find out about.
When it comes to relationships and friendships, I donāt have much to say. I canāt really consider myself friends with anyone, simply because I donāt talk to anyone enough to become close to them. Itās really rather impossible to explain my dislike for close relationships. I get increasingly uncomfortable around large groups of people, or even just a few. The only people I can really feel comfortable is my brother, and Jay, which is still sort of a work in progress. I guess, overall, what Iām trying to say is that I really donāt know what it takes to care for someone, because Iāve never felt thatā¦and, I wouldnāt know how to react if I ever were too.ā
History:
āI canāt really say it is such a surprise that Iāve turned out the way that I have. Itās just what society expects from an adopted child, who was offered up because of a mother who didnāt give a damn and a father who had no idea I even existed. But, onto the full story of my lifeā¦ā
āThat cool October night was not one full of the happiness and excitement that one would expect coming from a woman who had just given birth. No, this was nothing like thatā¦my birth mother, Anya, was not someone youād want to take home to your motherā¦she had experimented with every kind of drug, and alcohol? Oh, that was like her middle name..of course, I never knew her personally. These are only the things I was told growing up in the care of St. Hollyāsā¦also known as, the worst experience of my life.ā
āBeing raised in an orphanage wouldnāt have been so bad, really, expect for the fact that it was. We were way overcrowded, and sleeping in a room full of crying children was next to impossible. Every day you would see so many hopeful children-less people coming in, observing us all as if to decide which one they thought would be the least fucked up; I suppose they thought I would be the worst of them all. For eight years, I lived hereā¦unlike the others, everyone could tell I was different. You could hardly ever get a single word out of me, and when you did, I would usually say something that made the kids go running. How was I supposed to know any better? I saw nothing good out of the life I livedā¦it wasnāt until my familyā¦my true family saved me from all of this. Which is something I will for all eternity be grateful for.ā
āThe Rosses showed me a happiness I had never known. Toby, although six years older than me, was more of a brother to me than any of the guys back at St. Hollyās. We instantly clicked, and even to this day, weāre closer than everā¦I would do anything for him, as I know he would for me. As for my adopted parents? Well, theyāre just as much my birth parents as my actual birth parentsā¦I guess you could say I got lucky in a weird, sort of fucked up way.ā
āGoing through school was difficult for me. I was always seen as the weird kid that everyone desperately tried to avoid; of course, who was I to blame them? I was different. I felt different. I felt that I was well beyond my years, and I could never seem to find somewhere that I belonged. Graduating high school was such a relief, but I soon found that college was no better. I wanted a change, and so, I made that change by moving to England, to attend school there. It was then that I was diagnosed with Bi-polar disorder, along with social anxiety, something I had already guessed at. The stress of that, along with college life, soon sent my life spiralling out of control. I tried things I normally never would have, even cut myself a few timesā¦Iāve never spoken of the events that took place while I was there, nor do I plan too. Point is, when the stress became too much, I dropped out, and the only thing I brought back with me was my accent.ā
