Hadley, Eden E.

[EDEN EMRYS HADLEY]

EDEN
EMERY
HADLEY

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“Is it bright where you are
And have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange ” [/center] [/blockquote][/blockquote]

That kind of soft, that kind of silly
But when I’m in doubt, I open my mouth
And words come out, words come out like

FULL NAME ! Eden Emery Hadley
NICNAMES ! “Eden's short enough for most people, though there are a few supremely lazy jerks who like to call me E.”
AGE ! Sixteen
SPECIES ! Gifted Human
GRADE/OCCUPATION ! 11th/student
SIDE ! Either or, as long as he doesn't have to do anything too strenuous.
POWERS ! “My power? It's totally awesome, you know, if I were a serial killer and needed a way to dispose of the bodies. Yeah, they probably have some fancy pants name for it, like Tissue Disintegration and Manipulation, but I just like to call it I-Can-Melt-Your-Flesh-And-Bones-With-My-Touch-ness. Yeah, it's not for the squeamish.

Now don't go thinking I'm some kind of walking bio-hazard. It only works with my hands. So I could give you a very up close and personal lap dance, but as long as I didn't rub my hands all over your face, you'd be fine. And it only works with flesh, living or dead. I found out that second part because when I wear leather gloves, they fall to pieces. Oh, yeah, the gloves, I'm stuck with 'em until I have complete control over my little ability, even then...I feel safer with them on. And you probably do, too.

Profiling bastard.

I'm also able to fix what I break, but I suck so hard core at that part. According to some people, I might even been able to heal injuries I didn't cause or bypass the skin completely one day, but screw that noise. I hate meddling around with people's insides. It's gross.

For some reason, it doesn't work when my hands are really cold. I guess it's just as responsive as my skin is. Speaking of my skin, it's safe since I'm immune to my own power. Thank god! Can you imagine if I had to have help every time I had to take a leak? I can, it's fucking horrible.”

High in the sky, the song that I’m singing
A sweet little lie, I cry wolf, cry
Rabbit out the hat, so that’s why I’m bringing

HAIR COLOR ! Black
EYE COLOR ! Blue
HEIGHT ! 5'7”
WEIGHT ! 146 lbs
APPERANCE ! You can describe Eden in five words or less. Skinny. Little. Emo. Kid. If you ordered one from a shady warehouse of some sort, you'd get Eden in a box in six to ten business days. He has the laboriously flat ironed black hair, the hipbone baring skinny jeans, the eyeliner (sometimes smudged on purpose like that of a happy and/or sad beauty queen), and enough jewelery to sink a battle ship. Though the gloves fit in with his style, they actually serve a purpose which is to keep him from touching other people since, you know, his power and all. He has a variety of them, short, long, silk, latex, every color under the sun. Well, except blue.

Some tricks up my sleeve, for noticing me
I wouldn’t cause you any harm, I just want you in my arms
I can’t help, I can’t help myself

LIKES !

[/i] they do exist.”
your mom “She's a lovely woman.”
boys with lips rings and other piercings “Yes, the kind you can't talk about on TV.”
cancer sticks “Aw, did I just ruin my chances of becoming your role model? Darn.”[/ul]
DISLIKES !

LOVES !

[/i] to love? I mean, unless there's no hand in them, then they're pretty creepy.”[/ul]
HATES !

PET PEEVES ! When people dog ear pages in books, he's not even a big reader, the creases just anger him for some reason.
When people smack their gum like cows
The phrase “I know, right?” even though he uses it all the time himself.
HABITS ! Messing with his hair and lip ring when thinking or spacing.
SECRETS ! Even though his power disgusts him, Eden sometimes gets the urge to use it. The feeling of using his power is addicting even as it makes his stomach squirm.
GOALS ! “Ah...what else? You know what I really want to do someday? Get recognition for stuffing my face. You thought I was going to say something profound and selfless like cure a disease, didn't you? Yeah, try again, dude. But I go into diners and junk that have some kind of ginormous menu item or eating challenge and have the pictures of the people who were able to eat it up on their wall. I look at those pictures and think, why not me? That and go on a hot air balloon. Oh, yeah, and fuck a jockey. They're so tiny, I'm curious.

As for any specifics for how I'd like my life to go...Yeah, I'd like to know those, too. I'm not a real big planner. Hell, I don't even know what I'm doing next week. Plus, thinking about too far in the future kind of freaks me out.”
PERSONALITY ! “Introspective time, my favorite. Some people that I've known have described me as being a sarcastic, lazy, morbid prick. And well...I just can't argue with these observant people. I'm sarcastic as hell and I have a “bad” habit of not being able to take things seriously. But, hey, that's what the permanently anal retentive are there for. Lazy? Slightly. It's just that I like to procrastinate when it comes to crap I don't want to do. Turns out, there's a lot of things I don't want to do. Yeah, I'm kind of morbid. I can't help it, look at my special power. I can be kind of prick-ish, but I don't consider myself a mean person. Unless you're dumb, that is. I can't stand stupid people. But it's all good since, most of the time, dumb people don't understand that you're insulting them.”[/size] [/blockquote][/blockquote]

Right is right rules are rules
This is more like April fool
I’m just winding you up,

FAMILY !

[/COLOR][/B] ! Megan Hadley/46
FATHER ! Stan Hadley/45
SIBLINGS ! Everest Hadley/12
Ireland Hadley/3
PETS ! None
SIGNIFIGANT OTHER ! --
CHILDREN ! --
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HOMETOWN !
HISTORY ! “I was adopted. That's right, imported straight from Russia like a...What do they import from Russia? Whatever. You see, my parents really wanted to have kids, but my Mom's uterus was on the fritz, so they decided to adopt. And not only did they want to bring children into their warm, loving home, they wanted their very Benneton ad. My younger brother is from India and my younger sister is from Japan. Seriously, I think they just threw a dart at a globe. And then they took another firm step into crazy town by naming us all after places, Everest and Ireland respectively. Though they did tone it down after me, gotta give them credit for that, they used real places for my siblings.

I've always wondered if my biological parents knew what I was and that's why they decided to get rid of me. Or maybe that they were aberrations, too. I'll never know. I do know that my current parents sure as hell didn't know what they were getting into when they filled out the paper work. Apparently they neglected to add the “has super powers” box on the adoption forms.

Anyway, my childhood was usual, I guess. Things didn't start getting bumpy until I hit my teens, like most kids. I started to find Is Your Child Worshiping Satan? pamphlets around the house because I started to play with my style, dressing in black, wearing eyeliner, and junk like that. Around that time, I also started to experiment with my sexuality. But that didn't really get the parental units riled up because my boyfriends looked like girls. Don't look at me like that, androgynous boys are fine.

This shit only really hit the fan when this total D-bag jumped me after school one day. Now, I was screwed. I'm nowhere near the build of your average UFC fighter, which this guys was. I was just a scrawny fourteen-year-old with fabulous hair. There was a rush of adrenalin and when the guy tried to punch me, I caught his wrist. That by itself didn't do a lot of good. I still got hit, but the guy didn't try to hit me again since the skin I was touching was starting to slough off. And yes it was as disgusting as you're imagining it to be.

He screamed, went white, and fainted in under two seconds. I was really tempted to faint too, but out of shock, I kept a hold of him. I remember wondering why I wasn't melting, but then all my frantic thoughts turned to making it stop. Consciously, I didn't know how to do it, but I was so freaked out, I was able to blindly will my ability to heal the guy. Dazed, I watched as the hand-shaped wound healed itself. Once he was more of less back to normal, I ran home, stopping only once to puke my guts out in an alley.

At first, my parents didn't believe me. Who would? But I was eventually able to convince them by reducing one of their tropical fish into multicolored bits. Which I still feel bad about, I hadn't known then that I could have demonstrated my new freakish powers on their Lazy-E-Boy sofa, but, hey, live and learn, right?

I was shipped off to Randio High soon after that and I've been here ever since. Just begging to be made into a Lifetime movie, I know.”[/size] [/blockquote][/blockquote]

Baby, there’s a shark in the water
I caught them barking at the moon
Better be soon

[/B] ! AND I HAVE BEEN RULIN’ THIS FOR a looong time ! AND SHOWIN YAHS FOR THE PAST five years ! JUST HOW MUCH I RULE. I FOUND SITW AT caution 2.0 ! AND IM USING Andy Sixx ! FOR MY CHARACTER Eden Hadley ! BUT YOU MIGHT ALSO KNOW ME AS n/a ! AND IF YOU NEED TO GET AHOLD OF ME YOU CAN FIND ME AT pm me ! YOU WANNA SEE HOW WELL I PLAY?

Did Dorian have gym this period? No, no he did not. Did he have any business even being in this part of the building at all? Nope. It was just that his scheduled class involved entirely too many numbers and too many convulsed formulas to put them through, which meant Dorian was going to be anywhere but there. Math was not his thing. And thought it badly covered up torture, teaching anything but basic math in school unless you asked for it. Though he found it insane and most likely a telltale sign of a brain parasite, some kids actually liked math.

So he generally wandered the halls of Skyview, searching for entertainment and/or places to hide most days of the week furring this period, squeezing in an appearance once or twice a week to get bitched at. This was not one of those days. So he found himself in the gym. Normally, a likewise place of torture, but empty, Dorian was sure he could hide out for the rest of the class he was skipping.

That was, of course, before he saw someone, quite like in a certain Billy Idol song, dancing by themselves. Not the strangest thing he had ever seen in this school. Not even close. But nonetheless, he was going to go back the way he came if they wanted to have a one-person dance session, he wasn't one to intrude (well unless he had a mind to be annoying), but the alluring smell of cigarette smoke caught his attention.

Taking a guess, he neared the shorter boy as he stopped moving. “Hey, do you have a cig I can bum?” He asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

This morning hadn't been a stellar one, that was for sure. Scott had found his pack in one of the hoodies he had left in the living room, prompting his new step daddy to give him a lecture and throw the pack out. So he was basically nicotine-less until he got one of this legal friends to go buy him some. So basically until after school. In the mean time, he was forced to rely on the charity of strangers. !

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Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Please don’t make too much of it
It ain’t that serious, oh oh oh, oh oh

APPLICATION WRITTEN AND CODED BY
COLOURMEKAY at CAUTION TWO POINT OH!
LYRICS TO VVBROWN’s SHARK IN THE WATER

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[NICK JAMES DASHER - JAMIE]