Aaron Kye Pierce

[Aaron Pierce]

Name: Aaron Kye Pierce
Date of Birth: march 23, 1992
Age: fifteen
Gender: Male
Grade: Sophomore
Height: 5'5
Weight: 105lbs
Appearance:

F A C E ;
Aaron's Japanese heritage is most prominent in his face. He has the delicate features, the oval-shaped face, and the wide, slanted eyes. In reality, though, he is only a third Japanese. His father was half, having a mother who emigrated from Japan and an American father, Aaron got most of his attributes from his father's side of the family. His eyes are, naturally, a deep [sometimes reddish] brown and his hair is naturally black, but he sometimes wears contacts and dyes his hair. Right now his hair is a dark, brown-ish blonde that he keeps cut in short layers with choppy bangs falling across his face. He also has piercings. Two on his bottom lip, one on his eyebrow, and several on his ears. He plans on getting even more, and hopefully even some tattoos soon as well.

B O D Y ;
Poor Aaron. Despite getting his father's Japanese features, he ended up with his mother's build. He's short, only barely standing at five feet five inches. And, as well as being short, he's extremely thin with lean muscle tone, rather than the tall, bulkier build of most males. He tries to cover it up by wearing baggy clothes and dressing in layers, but most of the time it doesn't work. Or, at least, not very well. He is surprisingly free of scars that most kids his age would have, mainly because of his sheltered childhood. He never really went outside and rough-housed like most boys his age, so there was rarely any opportunities that proved threatening. He does have a small, somewhat heart-shaped birthmark on his lower abdomen, but it doesn't really bother him.

Over the years Aaron learned to accept himself and the way he was and he really doesn't notice what he is lacking... well, unless he's in the presence of a perfect male specimen [like, in gym class], but he tries not to dwell on it too much. His skin is pale and smooth, and he makes sure to keep it hairless, not that there was even much to begin with. His voice is also lacking that deep tenor that separates males from females. He finds it somewhat irritating and can get defensive if it is pointed out. Aaron is afraid that he hasn't hit puberty yet and sometimes wonders if he ever will.

S T Y L E ;
Aaron is a nonconformist. He wears what he likes, no matter what it costs, if it's used, if it's old, or where he gets it from. He doesn't care if it's name brand or generic, if he likes it, that’s all that matters. He's known for wearing a lot of black and bright colors. He also tends to wear pink a lot, seeing as it’s his favorite color. He loves piercings and wears them whenever he can. He also tends to wear make-up sometimes, but he's been putting it on less and less since he started high school. He does continue to paint his fingernails, however, and most of the time its pink or black, or both. His clothes tend to be baggy or tight, he wears hats, glasses, and mismatching layers [like stripes on spots]. It's just how he is and nothing is going to change that.

Hometown: los angeles, california
Hair color: varies; auburn/blonde
Eye color: naturally brown
Character Portrayal: miku [an cafe]
Picture: picture uno | picture dos
Parents:

[00] roger pierce; renowned cosmetic surgeon
[00] cathy pierce; famous 'retired' actress

Likes:

[01] MATH
[02] care bears
[03] anime
[04] french fries
[05] computers
[06] DDR [he's master]
[07] video games
[08] DJing
[09] bright colors
[10] odd clothes
[11] roller coasters
[12] kool-aid; caprisun
[13] sunshine
[14] fortune cookies
[15] raves/clubs
[16] fixing things
[17] laughing
[18] secrets
[19] photo booths
[20] pop rocks
[21] crazy straws
[22] whispers
[23] roller blading
[24] bubble gum
[25] ipods
[26] doodling
[27] his nanny [gracia]
[28] funny/pervy math t-shirts
[29] passing notes in class
[30] confusing substitute teachers

Dislikes:

[01] MORNINGS
[02] idiots
[03] swimming
[04] sports
[05] body odor
[06] being bored
[07] pineapple
[08] populars
[09] jocks
[10] the principle
[11] cafeteria food
[12] homework
[13] silence
[14] detention
[15] paparazzi
[16] people who flaunt money
[17] close-mindedness
[18] body hair
[19] arrogance
[20] petty drama
[21] myspace
[22] gym class
[23] waking up early
[24] onions; celery
[25] humorless people
[26] driving; he's terrible at it
[27] being short
[28] country and rap music
[29] being sick
[30] broken promises

Hobbies:

[01] math & mathletes
[02] EATING FOOD
[03] computers
[04] video games [DDR]
[05] ameture DJing
[06] annoying people he likes
[07] public speaking/debating
[08] playing with his dog
[09] collecting things
[10] keeping a journal

Personality:

E C C E N T R I C ;
Aaron is, by all means, not a normal kid. From the food he eats to the clothes he wears to the way he acts, it's easy to see he doesn't follow the crowd. He's a strong believer in being an individual, but it seems to come at a rather high price. He's been labeled, shunned, and bullied by not only his peers, but adults as well. To him, if they can't see him for who he is, then they weren't somebody he wanted to know in the first place. In short, Aaron is just Aaron. If he thinks it will be fun, he'll do it. If he likes the way it looks, he'll wear it. If he thinks of something interesting, he'll say it. He's just himself, always. His mood can do a 180 in five seconds flat, and he may have a small issue with trust, but otherwise, he's as random and friendly as you can get.

C H I L D I S H ;
Yes, Aaron is somewhat childish. He loves is obsessed with care bears, computers, and video games. He has his own little collections for each. An entire room in his new house is dedicated to his care bear memorabilia. Giant, life-sized plushies, care bear pjs, clothes, and boxers, small toys, pez dispensers, posters, cds, dvds, everything. His fascination with them began at an extremely young age and just grew from there. He also has an entire room dedicated to his electronical obsession. Playstations, xboxes, nindentos, and wiis litter the floor. A total of five computers line the wall and his DJ equipment is kept in the closet. It's like a nerd's playground. He used to spend a lot of his time in that room before he started high school. It's like a haven to him, a place to get away for a while and not have to worry about anything. Then we come to his tendencies to act childish. He pouts and whines when he doesn't get his way, he is easily amused and fascinated, and he tends to act rashly and on impulse without thinking about the consequences. Really though, it's not his fault. He never really had much of a childhood growing up, so he's living it out now that he can. They say it's the best part of your life; he's not going to let it pass him by.

A F F E C T I O N A T E ;
Now we come to affection. Aaron is extremely affectionate, but in his own way. If he really likes you, he will bother you constantly [okay, more like pester, but you get the idea]. He likes hugs and kisses and touches, but usually only feels comfortable when he's with someone he knows and trusts. He loves physical contact, of course, and will tackle, tickle, and poke people on impulse. He also has a habit of sitting on people's laps or leaning against them when he's tired. Most of his actions are second nature to him, so he doesn't even really realize he's doing them. But, on the other side, Aaron can be shy and rather conservative. He can keep his distance and leave other people be if he needs to. He is usually only comfortable enough to be affectionate with people he knows; otherwise he's a pretty normal kid. Well, that is unless his ever-famous impulse pops in and decides it wants to play, but he can usually keep it under control.

I N T E L L I G E N T ;
His intelligence is something Aaron doesn't really flaunt. He doesn't even try or pay attention in class very often, but he manages to maintain a fairly high grade point average in school. When he left his old high school his freshmen year, he was already in the top ten of his class. It honestly surprised him when he found out. He blames it on all the private tutoring he received when he was younger. His parents might have murdered his social life, but they apparently kept his intellectual development in mind. If there's any area that Aaron excels in, it's math and computers. He doesn't understand why, but he finds it both fun and challenging. He was never good at art, so maybe it was kind of expected of him.

D A R K S I D E ;
Like everyone, Aaron has a dark side. He can get extremely depressed, sometimes even to the point of not eating. This usually only happens when it involves his past or his parents, but there's been other times when it's happened as well. He's afraid of being used, but he's also afraid of people disliking him because of something he did, so he tends to go against his better instinct sometimes and do things he wouldn't normally do. Hey, everyone is a victim of peer pressure at some point. As for violence, Aaron isn't below fighting if it comes to that. He'd probably get his ass kicked, but at least he'd try. He isn't one who would throw the first punch, however. He's more one for witty and sarcastic remarks. And, speaking of sarcasm, when Aaron gets annoyed or pissed off, he gets very sarcastic. There is also a little something called denial... well; Aaron seems to have a lot of that as well.

History:

B I R T H ;
Aaron was born at 4:26am on March 23, 1992 in a local Los Angeles hospital. His mother, Cathy Pierce, was a beautiful, widely known [and widely sought after] actress. His father, Roger Pierce, was a world renowned cosmetic surgeon. Bet you can guess how they met. Well, because of the family’s high status, they wanted to keep the pregnancy and Aaron's birth hush-hush from the media, mainly due to the fact that they wanted to maintain their privacy. Cathy didn't want to be seen by the public until she had had at least month to recuperate [ie: until she got back her slim and sexy physique]. Her job always did come first. And because both of his parents traveled often and didn't have the time to take care of their newly born son, they hired someone would could. Her name was Gracia and she was a highly qualified 'nanny', albeit somewhat foreign. She was perfect. She understood babies and children and she knew how to cook and clean. But, most importantly, she understood her place and kept Aaron and herself out of the media's prying eyes.

C H I L D H O O D ;
His childhood was filled with large, empty houses and brief luncheons with his parents whenever they bothered to stop by and visit. The only person in his life that he really loved and trusted was Gracia. She had raised him, taken care of him from the moment he was brought into the world, and he loved her for it. Gracia, Aaron concluded, was how a real mother was supposed to be. He barely saw his parents, a day or two in-between business trips, but that was it. He never called them 'mom' or 'dad', it was always 'Cathy' and "Roger'. He got to know them personally through the media, rather than by living and talking with them. Every store he went to he would see his mother and father plastered across the front of almost every magazine. He'd turn on the television and there they were, holding hands as they walked down a street in Barcelona. He learned to avoid watching television and reading tabloids. He really didn't need to hear anymore stories about his mother's sex life or the rumors about his parents 'splitting up'. There was one thing he noticed though, even at a young age. They never once mentioned him. To the world, Aaron Pierce might as well have not even existed. Whenever Aaron thought about this, he always had the urge to call them up and ask if they even remembered him. Maybe it was because he never showed an interest in following in their footsteps. He didn't want to be famous; he didn't want to live a half-life in front of cameras and in magazines. He wanted to live a normal life... well, his type of normal. They hid him away like he was an abomination. He never attended public schools, or even private schools. He always had tutors. Albeit, the best tutors money could afford, but it just wasn't the same. The only friends he really had growing up were Gracia and his dog, Señor. But, out of all the things his parents had done, Aaron concluded that hiring Gracia had been the only kind thing they ever did. Even if it was done out of their own selfishness.

[ P R E ] T E E N Y E A R S ;
By the time Aaron hit his teenage years, he had become as rebellious as he could. He began sneaking out of his house, which wasn't at all hard to do, seeing as no one was ever around to stop him. He made friends with the kids at the local mall, spending most of his days in the arcade. This is where he discovered his love of video games and electronics. After his first day in the arcade, he had Gracia take him out so he could go on a shopping spree. He came back with two computers, a playstation, and as many games as he could get for both of them. It was also a bonus that he spent over $15,000 of his parents' hard earned cash. He barley left his room for a month. He was obsessed. He bought as much as he could to feed the addiction, running up thousands and thousands of dollars on his credit card. He had a lot of 'friends' then. I mean, who wouldn't be your friend if you had your own personal arcade in your massive house and gave away half the stuff for free once you grew bored with it? After his parents found out they cut him off. His so-called friends began coming around less and less after that, and he realized they hadn't even been his friends in the first place. It was then that he learned an important lesson in life. People were shallow and used others to get what they wanted. It was a tough realization, but he dealt with it. His teen years were just as lonely as his childhood. His parents kept him with private tutors, not allowing him to go to public schools. It was then that he began to rebel in more subtle ways. He started dressing odd. He wore bright, non-matching colors, clothes that were too baggy or too tight, jewelry, piercings, and weird hair styles. He started putting on make-up and going out to local raves, drinking and even trying drugs for the first time. This is where he discovered his love for music and DJing. He started taking private lessons behind his parents [and even Gracia's] back from a local spinner. He learned quite a bit in the short time the lessons had lasted. It was a personal decision to quit them, after starting to feel uncomfortable being around the much older man. Call it intuition, but he was glad when he called it quits. He was extremely relieved and felt as if he had escaped something terrible. Three months later, the man was arrested on three counts of child molestation and sexual assault. After that, Aaron learned to always trust his instincts in any situation. He still spins, despite what happened [or almost did], but he still finds it hard to trust people he doesn't know.

H I G H S C H O O L ;
When it came to high school, Aaron finally drew a line and refused to be taught by a tutor. He finally got his wish [after many... persuasive talks with his parents] and they enrolled him in a local public LA school. He was optimistic and excited about his first day, waking up two hours early to shower and get himself ready. Aaron was expecting to gain the social life he never had, go through new experiences. Friends, hanging out, real teachers, homework, cafeteria food, study hall... everything he had heard about. But, as soon as he stepped through the wide, paint chipped doors of his new prison, he knew it wouldn't be what he expected it to be. In his first day he was promptly shunned, labeled a 'nerd' and 'fag', and bullied. And, on top of that, study hall was too noisy, the teachers were dull, and the cafeteria food was disgusting. Freshmen year was hell for him. He was beat up for speaking his mind, beat up for standing up for himself, and beat up for just minding his own business. He was an easy target, and he knew he had to do something about it. It wasn't until he found a small group of friends that things began to look up. He hung out with the other 'nerdy fags' of the school, keeping mostly to himself for the remainder of the year. He got top marks in his class, but do you think anyone cared? Not so much, well... except Gracia. She threw him a small party for just the two of them to celebrate. It was towards the middle of the summer that he got the news of the move. His mother had fallen ill and needed some good rest and relaxation away from the spotlight. Aaron thought they would be promptly heading to southern Florida or jetting over to Hawaii for a few months, but he was shocked when Cathy told him of her plans to head north. Very far north, actually. She had bough a rather extravagant establishment in Greenfield [Canada, no less] near a well known and prestigious school. Apparently there were some distant relatives that lived up near there and they had told her about the area. Aaron had mixed feelings about the move. He had finally made a couple of good friends, but then again, he hated his high school and was dreading the day he had to return. Maybe the move wouldn't be so horrible... it wasn't like he was leaving behind much to begin with. As long as Gracia came with them, he was sure everything would turn out fine. And so he was enrolled to begin his sophomore year at Abbington Heights, hoping that this time his school experience would be better, if not a little less painful.

Income Level: upper class // wealthy
Reason for attending Abbington Heights: his choice
Favorite Memories:

[01] his seventh birthday party; the only one his parents ever showed up to
[02] getting his dog [señor] from gracia for christmas
[03] when his great aunt died; he didnt like her
[04] visiting japan [it was amazing]
[05] stealing his mother's car so he could go get taco bell

Fun Facts:

[01] collects care-bear memorabilia [obsessively]
[02] his nanny calls him 'chico' or 'chiquito'
[03] he thinks the recent school murders are someones attempt to get attention
[04] he draws on everything [clothing, desks, walls, people...]
[05] he's a virgin, but lies to people about it
[06] he's a little bi-curious [okay, a lot]; but he's in denial
[07] fell out of his bedroom window once [on accident] and broke his leg
[08] sent out a virus that crashed myspace for almost a week
[09] started wearing make-up to piss off his parents; he grew to like it
[10] once hacked into his school's system and upped a friends grades
[11] he doesnt try at school, but still manages to maintain an fairly high GPA
[12] has a hard time saying i love you because he never heard it growing up
[13] he sometimes snorts when he laughs; thinks its embarrassing
[14] has already begun planning for his senior prank
[15] wants to be on the 'geek squad' when he gets older
[16] he turns on all electronical devices in a room; the noise is comforting
[17] has a second counsin [RJ] that he doesn't remember ever meeting
[18] used to do drugs, but hes been clean for over a year
[19] is scared/weary of older men; mainly because of his close encounter before
[20] likes to sit on rooftops, the higher the better

Clique One: Smarties
Clubs: Matheletes
Clubs: Matheletes
Favorite Singer or Band: too many; cant choose
Favorite Song: gunther - ding dong song
Favorite Genre of Music: electronica; trance; dance [ect] // if it has a beat
Favorite Color: hot pink; cause its the sex
Sample Post:

below; too big >.<

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[Aaron Pierce]

Sample Post:

just because this is the last post ive written and the longest [1,658 words, bitches]

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Ryu couldn’t focus, couldn’t think. The way Sean was moving above him and the way the alcohol flowed through his veins, it was a toxic combination. It was like candy poison and Ryu couldn’t get enough, even if he knew it would harm him in the end. Everything was moving so slowly, so fast all at the same time… the room looked as if it was spinning, but he could feel the floor solid and stable beneath his fingertips. It was all off balance and tilted and just so fucking backwards that he couldn’t think straight anymore. He knew that this was wrong, that he shouldn’t be doing it, that he shouldn’t want it… but at that moment, the here and now, he did want it. So what he would have done didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was what he wanted then… and right then he wanted nothing more than for Sean to rip the clothes from his body and fuck him so hard he forgot his own name. Yeah, that’s what Ryu wanted. It was like an unscratchable itch in the back of his mind, the need for him to just let go for once in his life. Throw caution to the wind and just go with the flow, let himself be caught up in a moment, let himself do something just because.

Closing his eyes, Ryu threw his head back, fingers scraping harshly across the floor as Sean ground their hips together. Ryu’s lips parted as he gasped, breath catching in his throat as a moan spilled from his body. His voice cut smoothly through the air, bouncing off the barren walls of the pool house before echoing back to them. Maybe he should be quieter, but really, who would hear them? And Ryu just didn’t think he’d have the will power to hold it all back anyway, so he didn’t even try. Small, erratic moans flowed from his mouth as his hips moved upwards to meet Sean’s. God, what was he doing? This was insane; he barley even knew the guy! Yes, Sean was hot as hell and yes, Ryu had been intrigued with him for a while now, but who knew he could have this kind of power over him? It was like Ryu was under a spell; Sean controlled everything. If he said jump, Ryu would ask how high. If he Sean said run, Ryu would ask how far. If Sean told him to do anything in that moment, Ryu would probably have done it, no questions asked, no remorse.

So it wasn’t surprising when Ryu completely submitted to Sean’s advancements, allowing (and enjoying) as Sean pressed him into the floor, teeth scraping against his neck before biting down. Fuck. Ryu’s hips jerked upwards again as a jolt of pleasure shot through his body. Oh god, if Sean kept doing things like that he wasn’t sure if he would be able to last very long. Moaning, Ryu brought one hand up to tangle in the older boy’s hair, pulling him closer. He pressed the other hand to his mouth, biting the back of it in an attempt to muffle the not-so-quiet sounds vibrating through his chest. The room was still spinning and his hips were still moving and everything was turning inside out. He never, in a thousand years, thought he’d end up doing this when he had snuck out of his cabin. But really, it was a nice turn of events. Better than swimming, anyway.

Ryu turned his head to the side, hazy eyes closing again as he focused on Sean’s tongue running along his neck. God, and the piercing… he could feel it slide smoothly along his sweat covered skin, tickling the nerves and causing more waves of heat to flood through his body. And it was like sensory overload. Every little fucking thing Sean did seemed to drive him crazy, the feelings pooling like liquid heat in the pit of his stomach. And he was suddenly all too aware of his body, of his pants feeling two sizes too small and the way his t-shirt clung to his torso, damp and dirty. The way his shoulders dug into the floor, uncomfortable and hard, and the way his hips ground upwards slowly, back arching as he pressed himself against the warm body above him. It was all pleasure and pain and raw, fucking feeling, and Ryu loved every second of it.

“Motto, onegai…” The foreign words escaped his throat as nothing more than a breathless whimper, mouth barley moving as he tugged lightly at the dark strands of Sean’s hair. Ryu was so far gone he was begging, so far gone he wasn’t even speaking in English anymore. He didn’t even realize he had said anything at all, much less spoke in a different language. And he probably would have kept speaking, murmuring incoherently into the back of his hand, if Sean hadn’t grabbed his chin firmly and kissed him. No, devoured him. It was intense and wet and hot, so fucking hot it burned him. But he kissed back anyway. He opened his mouth wider, hands moving to grip the sides of Sean’s face in an attempt to hold onto what little control he had left. But this was how he wanted it. He wanted to lose that control, to have it ripped from his grasp and torn into a million little pieces. He wanted to fall, to crash and burn in mess of flames and blinding light. It was how he wanted it to be. All hard and fast and rough.

Whimpering, Ryu felt the warmth on his mouth disappear, his hands slipping back down to their original place on the floor as Sean pulled away. Ryu groaned, swallowing thickly as his eyes opened, blinking up at Sean in frustrated confusion. His whole body still felt like it was on fire, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to breathe. Fuck. Why in the hell did he stop when things were getting so good? It was like dangling a bone in front of a starving dog and pulling it away… just cruel. Raising dark eyes, Ryu watched as Sean reached out and pulled him up off the ground. The world tipped sideways under Ryu’s vision and he quickly closed his eyes to block it out. Shit, he was never drinking again.

”Off?”

Ryu felt a tugging at his shirt and he instinctively (if not a little shakily) raised his arms, allowing Sean to pull the unwanted garment over his head. As soon as it was off though, the humid air seemed to stick to him like a second skin. It felt, to his alcohol-muddled brain, as if he hadn’t even removed his shirt at all. Leaning upwards even farther, Ryu pressed himself against Sean, eyes opening again as he raised his head to study him. With the lovely mix of alcohol and hormones, Ryu didn’t even care that he was now shirtless. Usually he would be embarrassed and self-conscious about his body, the paleness of his skin and thinness of his arms. His sister had made fun of him once, saying she could probably play his ribs like a xylophone, seeing as how they were usually visible and protruding. And no matter how much he ate or how much he lazed about, he never seemed to gain a pound. Many people would think of this as a blessing (especially those of the female gender) but Ryu hated it. He hated being so small, he hated being pale and thin and short. But, right then, Ryu didn’t really hate it at all. Honestly, he didn’t really care about anything, much less what he looked like.

And, in that moment, Ryu looked completely ravished. His dark hair fell haphazardly around his face and into his eyes, damp and messy from sweat and humid air. A faint blush had bloomed across his cheeks, his swollen lips parting slightly as he breathed. And he was thin, his pale skin running smoothly over jutting bones and tendons, the light playing across his body in shadows as he moved. He was littered with tattoos, most of them placed along his arms. There was one, however, that seemed to stand out more than the others. On his lowered abdomen were the words ‘don’t hesitate & go’ inked in an upward arch under his belly button. It had been the focus of many bad and perverted jokes… but Ryu took them all in good humor. After all, not even he could swear to the complete innocence of it.

Ryu held back a groan. Sean didn’t look much different. He was all dark hair and dark eyes and red lips and it was sending Ryu’s libido into overdrive. Shifting, Ryu leaned closer before trailing his tongue up the front of Sean’s neck, passing over his adam’s apple and under his chin before tapering off into air. Ryu could taste the sweat from Sean’s skin and the chlorine from his earlier dip in the pool. Ryu decided he liked it. Smirking, he leaned forward again, this time licking a slow trail across Sean’s lips, stopping only to nip lightly at the bottom one. Fuck, he was hot. Ryu wasn’t sure he could go on like this. Twisting his grip in Sean’s shirt, Ryu tugged it upwards in a vain and pathetic attempt to get it off.

“Anata no ban desu.” He whispered against it against Sean’s lips, still not realizing nor caring that he was speaking in Japanese. Ryu pulled on the shirt again, fingers clenching so hard that it was painful. He wanted skin on skin, sweat on sweat; no more itchy and constricting clothing, no more semi-touches. Releasing his grip on the shirt, Ryu let his hands slide down Sean’s stomach before reaching his pants. Smiling, Ryu let his fingers run along the hem before stopping at the front, finger tracing lightly over the button and zipper he found there.

Yeah, Ryu wanted the clothes gone, and he wanted them gone now. And if Sean wouldn’t comply…

“Nuide ageru…”

Well, then, maybe he could be persuaded.

[Aiden & Bob]

Accepted, duh.

Don't lie. You put that post up because it's smutty as hell.

Love you, Ted!

I'll get you into your groups and blah, blah, blah.