FORREST, LESLIE [K.ODY]

[LESLIE KODY FORREST]

FULL NAME Leslie Kody Forrest
NICKNAMES Kody, and maybe Lez. Call him Leslie and he'll gently shove his fist down your throat.
AGE 20
GENDER Masculine
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Straight.
SOCIAL GROUP & OCCUPATION Student and Aspiring Musician and Stage Crew at
ORIGINAL OR CANON 100% Clouderz
PLAYED BY Alex Evans

LIKES

- - - The lightest of rains ; The sound of silence ; Playing his guitar ; The soothing sound of music ; The gentle caress of warmth ; The soothing taste of chocolate ; The comforting presence of animals ; The soft touch of fur ; The feeling of accomplishing a goal ; The easy presence of a friend or loved one ; The way you can slip into another realm simply by opening a book ; Being alone ; The soft hum of running water ; The smells and sounds of the forest ; Creating something others can enjoy ; A peaceful life ; The pulse of adrenaline ; The feel of an old comradeship ; The gentle sounds of a calm night ; The electric feeling of a harsh storm ; The sweet hum of poetry ; The complete concentration of zoning out ; The butterflies that flood your stomach right before you preform ; The ecstasy of writing a song - - -

DISLIKES

- - - The bite of an ego ; The harm of an animal ; Feeling used ; The stench of rats ; The taste of tomatoes ; The ache of a broken heart ; The normalcy of fitting in perfectly with the crowd ; Being underestimated ; The loss of a friend ; The pain of being shunned ; Having to show his true ffeeling in any other form than music or poetry - - -

PERSONALITY

Today I saw my hero fall apart,
the one who taught me to be strong,
on the outside I look fine,
but on the inside I am dying

Kody is really good at reading people while at the same time covering up what he's feeling. Discussing emotion in any form - or even showing it for that matter - make him extremely uncomfortable. He can learn a lot about most people just by having a conversation with them - mainly because he is so observant - because he can read most people very easily. The only people he really has trouble reading our people who don't show their emotions - like him - or people who show way too much emotion - thats just confuses the hell out of him. Usually he doesn't let the person know what he's found out about them. You have to admit if a stranger could tell you half the thoughts that were going threw your mind while you were talking to him, it would really creep you out right?

my strength has overcome my pain
my love for you remains the same
the loneliness is setting in
I have no one to free my sins

Another trademark Kody trait, is his independence. It frustrates him when he can't do something on his own, and he's known to be extremely pissy when he has to ask you for help and you succeed. I mean yeah, he's happy you could do it, but he's still mad at himself for his inability to succeed, and he's known to toss the blame everywhere but where it needs to be placed. Its something he'll apologize for later, but he's still lost of a lot of friends over it. Anyway, back to his Independence. You can't really blame him for not wanting help. He's lived most of his supporting his self, and things like that become natural after awhile.

It's never too late to live your life,
the time is now, it's do or die
it's never too late to live your life,
the time is now, it's yours and mine

Kody is driven. He has so many goals for his life, and yet such a short time to achieve them. Which is a huge contradiction to his more laid back side, the one that intends to enjoy life. He has a really hard time balancing his pleasure and his completely focused determination to make some better for his life. On one hand he hates himself for letting opportunities to better himself pass him by, but on the other hand he hates himself for always being so focused on his goal. Its a long fought battle between himself, one with no end in sight and no outcome predictable.

Now it's my turn to help you out,
cause you were there when I was down,
it's hard for me to (see you) this way
losing all your sanity

Kody can be a little overprotective when it comes to the few people he cares about. You could push his buttons all day and he wouldn't snap - actually he would, he has a nasty temper, one that can only be compared to a grizzly bear - but say one thing even slightly bad about someone he cares about, and you've got yourself a fight, one against a half demonic mother grizzly protecting her cubs. In short, don't pick on people who are under Kody's 'protection' unless you want to get shot. He's not beyond that. He also has a huge thing with debts. If he thinks - even in the slightest - that he owes you something, he's more than likely not going to leave you alone until he repays that debt.

you helped me, keep my dreams alive,
without you how will I survive
it's time for me to be a man
now I finally understand

Another Kody trait - and probably the most significant - is solitude. He loves hanging out with his friends, don't get me wrong, but give him a single chance to be alone, and he'll take it with no questions asked. Solitude is something hard to come by in such an overcrowded city, and its something that Kody relishes almost as much as he relishes good music.

I can't run anymore
I can't hide anymore
I can't run anymore
I can't hide anymore

Another trait of Kody's - though its not really a personality trait, more of an interest - is his love of music. He wants nothing more in life than to become a musician. He would do almost anything to achieve that dream. Now wonder why? The Fame? The Money? The Recognition? How about the complete sweet success of finally doing it? Or more importantly to him creating something that not only he can love, but everyone around him can to. Perhaps the best trait of all, is his voice. Low and warm yet filled with sweet hints of longing and sadness. Or maybe his guitar playing - gentle and pulsing. It almost seems to get into your veins and swim through your blood stream - . Or even his drum playing. Though not as good as his guitar skills, the drums give him a chance to relieve himself of stress and passion that built up over time.

HOMETOWN A small town on the coast of Georgia
MOTHER Lily Forrest, 29 (When she died), Prostitute.
FATHER Unknown, unknown, unknown.
SIBLINGS unknown, unknown, unknown.
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES None

HISTORY

Before you can understand Kody's past, you have to start a few years before he was born. His mother had come from an abusive family, and was thrown out on the streets at the tender age of 16, though if you ask her she'll tell you she ran away. At 16, there wasn't really much she could do to get money, and so when no one hired and she started to go hungry, she sold herself to the streets. At first it was just a filler job - something she could do until she could find a better job - but as the weeks turned into months, and the month to years, she found herself trapped. Drugs, addiction, and sex held her bound - taken captive by Chicago. Until she met Kody's father. He was going to help her get off the streets, show her a better life, and restore her self-worth. Or so he said. He lured Lily out of her shell. allowed her to feel for the first time in awhile true emotions for a person, rather just the need of money. For a few months, Lily lived with him. When she became pregnant with his son though, he was quick to take everything of worth Lily owned and flee from fatherhood, the name of his unborn son ringing in his ears. Lily knew she wouldn't be able to raise Kody on her own, or with the help of the streets, and so she went home - a small town on the coast of Georgia.

Her parents didn't welcome her with open arms like she expected, but turned her away - ashamed at having such a slut for a daughter. Distraught, Lily didn't know who to turn to. An old friend sought her out. She had been there for Lily through the abuse, and wasn't about to leave her pregnant and alone. Lily moved in with her. Everything went smoothly for about four years. A nice healthy boy, a nice warm house. and an old friend for comfort. What more could you want? Lily's old friend died - shot crossing the road. The house went into the possession of her parents - whom hated Lily. They kicked her out, offering to raise her son for her. She couldn't stand to loose both a son and a friend, and even though it was selfish, Lily and Kody fled back to Chicago. It was less than a month before Lily was on the streets again, and soon after that she was again addicted to all the drugs she had been on before. She tried to be home every night, tried to raise her son, but without money that was impossible - so she worked. When Kody was about 6, his mom stopped taking so much care of him, and pretty much left him to his own devises. Of course that could be blamed mostly on the fact that she was drunk a lot of the time, and gone most others.

Kody learned how to take care of his self. He fed himself, got himself up and ready for school - and even to school - , and when he needed something - whether it be food or clothes - he was quick to take some of the cash that was lying around the house and go to the store. The streets were a dangerous place for a young boy, but when he was younger no one messed with him, and when he was older her quickly devised ways to defend himself. He also became a pretty adept runner. It wasn't anything to him - taking care of himself - for awhile he thought that it was just how every kid was raised.

He unpopular a school. The quiet kid who sat in the corner, the one no one would be caught dead talking to. It didn't bother him. It gave him more time to study. He didn't want to stay on the streets, he wanted to make a life for himself - make a difference. And then he wanted to get his mom off the streets. Around 14 he realized how much he wanted to play music. It was so soothing for the soul, so expressive, so... beautiful. He wanted to make something other people could enjoy. He wanted to do something he could enjoy. There was just a few problems. He didn't have the money to buy a guitar, or get guitar lessons, musician payed dirt - and only if you were good - , and he wasn't sure if he could do it. Solutions? He got a job at a local bookstore running errands, he taught himself, he would study hard and do something else too - music could be a side job - , and last of all, he'd just try harder if he didn't succeed. The only local college was an art school, so that narrowed down his list of prospective career choice dramatically. Photography maybe? He wouldn't decide the exact major until he had too.

So he grew, life went on, and nothing really happened. He continued to struggle with succeeding in life, determined not to stay on the streets. And then his mom died. Sure, they had never been super close, but Kody loved her. How could he not? So it hit him like a kick in the groin. Painfully, mind boggling, unbelievable. Just like that his only friend was stripped from his life. At only 16, he was put in foster care. His foster parents lived on the very outskirts of the city, and Kody got his first taste of nature since he was three. He loved it. Absolutely adored it. If it wasn't for the college, he probably would have never returned to the hustle and bustle of city life.

At eighteen Kody left his foster care. He went back to Chicago and swore he'd make a name for himself. He struggled with his music more than anything, and the straight A student's grades felt it. He started to make As and Bs, and then Bs and Cs, and finally straight Cs. He knew he should be working harder, but he couldn't bring himself to slack in his struggle to find a gig or a record deal, even if that meant giving up the chance to get himself somewhere.

YOUR ALIAS Cloudeh, Clouderz, or Cloudeh Kitteh/Kitten. All the same to meh.
YOUR AGE 1 its none of your business 5
ROLE PLAY EXPERIENCE Oh Gawd... four years maybe?
EXAMPLE This must be a post example? Uh... Hold on. From another site, this is my Shape shifter, Rayne Cassidy Smith.

||Sitting in the dark ;; I can't forget ||
||Even now ;; I realize the time I'll never get||

RaYNe bit her bottom lip and glanced over at Bryony. The question had caused her to flinch visibly, and she had hoped the sapphire crowned girl hadn't seen the reaction. Her mom had died when she was little.The thought caused the little voices in her head to laugh at her mockingly. 'Ain't so different from yourself is it little orphan murderess?' Rayne shivered, struggling to find her voice. The subject of her parents was something she hadn't spoken about in a little over seven years, not since explaining to the cops what had happened on that night. Her gaze turned from Bryony and her hair fell in her face, all hiding the tears that glistened in her irises. I wont cry, i wont cry I wont cry. Damnit! I wont cry! She managed to lock the floodgates, and not a single tear slid down her pale face, but it was a STRuGGLe.

SuDDeNLY Rayne remembered Bryony had asked her a question. "No. I live alone... Both my parents died when I was ten." A wave of nausea blossomed in her stomach, and the feeling of being punched in the gut brought bile to her throat. She was again standing in her room, uNSuRe.

HeR dad came in, slamming the door so hard that the house shook. He was drunk again. Cassie - as Rayne went by back then - whimpered, her innocent aqua irises turning to her mother for support. "Its going to be ok my love, just head to your room. He won't hurt you." But Cassie could almost taste the fear radiating from her mother. They both knew she was lying. If her father wanted to hurt someone, he would walk to the end of the world to find either Cassie or her mother, or just for the hell of it, both of them. "Laura, Laura get in here!" Cassie's mom flinched, but stood and obediently walked into from the kitchen. She had learned long ago that it was best to just do what he said. "You Bitch!" He screamed when she came around the corner. Whimpered again Cassie fled down the hallway and into her room. It was best to stay away from her father when he was drunk, especially when he was drunk and PiSSeD.

Her father continued yelling, screaming at his wife for repetitively cheating on him. Cassie knew her mom had not so much as looked at another man in their fifteen years of marriage. Cassie found solace in the corner. She pulled her legs up, wrapping her arms around them and burying her face in her knees. Pale gold locks draped around her face like a curtain, shielding her from the angry shouts of her father. It was only getting worse. Cassie listened as her father stomped into the kitchen and starting ripping drawers from the counters. Violent crashes echoed in her her ears, and sobs escaped her. What was he doing? 'Brad no please. Wait. Stop. We can talk this out. Ple-' An anguished scream cut her off. Cassie screamed too, tears streaming down her angelic face. Her liquid irises looked up to her bed, and she stood unsteadily. Cassie walked up to the head of her bed and pulled her pillow back revealing a metallic object.

THe girl of about ten stared at the gun. She could hear her mother's vivid screams - and the angry yells of her father - in the other room. Indecision swirled around her, making her slightly dizzy with the force of it. She would just get the gun, and scare him into leaving her mother alone. Yes, thats what she would do. Cassie picked up the gun, staring at the cold unfamiliar weight in her hand, and walked to the door of her bedroom. Again indecision threatened her. She almost walked back and sat on the bed, but her mother's muffled screams of agony pulled her on. The young girl opened the door, and in her little light blue night gown padded into the living room. Earlier that day, she had been the perfect example of youthful innocence, but the sight before her squeezed the innocence out of her. She took a step back and gasped. Her father had her mother pinned to the couch. Before the couch had been an ugly shade of blue green that Cassie had always thought looked disgustingly like a bluish pickle. Now though, the couch was stained with blood - blood from her mother. Her mother was layed open in both her gut and parts of her face. Blood oozed from the puncture wounds as her father repetitively brought the knife down on his wife. A drunken light imprisoned his eyes; a drunken sneer had captured his face. She could smell the booze of his breath even from the distance she stood. For a moment she wondered how he was still awake. Normal people would be unconscious by that level of LiQuoR.

aND then he saw her. His drunken eyes bore into her, burning her flesh with their intensity. It was one look she would never forget. He staggered toward her, yelling obscenely, but the words passed her ears. She whimpered, eyes wide in fear as he raised the blade. It was the same one with which she had watched her slice the tomatoes the day before. Without thinking she raised the gun, and tightened her finger on the trigger. The kick of the gun brought her to the ground, but she fired twice more. Once when she was falling, and once while sitting on the ground. One bullet missed and buried itself in the far white wall. Two others buried themselves in her father's chest. He crashed to the ground, his limbs sprung at odd angles. A gurgling sound emitted from his mouth, and he spit up blood. Cassie turned over on her hands and knees and vomited. She half expected blood to come up. When she finished, she staggered to her mother's body. That was another sight that would never leave her. Her entrails were visible, oozing from the multiple deep wounds in her abdomen. Her face was indistinguishable. Too many open wounds were painted on it, the bone showing vividly in places. One of her lovely chocolate eyes were gouged out. A silver chain necklace hung around her mother's bloody neck. A small inscription was on a small half heart pendant. Pour toujours. Forever. Cassie turned, and sobbing, she wretched again. The young girl crawled into a corner, sobs wracking her small body. Periodically she kneeled to vomit, and then. NoTHiNG.

SHe stopped. Stopped rocking, stopped crying, stopped thinking. Her gaze sought out space, and grasped hold of it with an iron grip. Neighbors had heard the gunshots, and called the cops. They didn't care enough to come check the scene themselves, but they were neighborly enough to call. The police arrived at the scene about an hour after the trigger was pulled. They found Cassie huddled in a corner staring off into space. She didn't react in the slightest to their presence, she didn't even realize they were there. Everything over the next few weeks blurred. The funeral, the agony, the interrogation, the counseling that only made her bring back what she only wished to forget. Desperately she wanted that night to blur too, but she knew it never would. NeVeR.

Rayne pulled back into reality, her hand automatically fluttering up to touch the small half heart pendant. The other half of the heart was in her memory box at home in one of the drawers of her dresser. "It was self defense." She had been thinking to herself, trying to comfort herself. She couldn't forget she'd taken a life. The thought chilled her. She hadn't even realized she had spoken until she heard her own voice. It startled her a little bit. Rayne's liquid irises were locked on the window, not really seeing out of it.

||Another story of the bitter pills of fate||
|I can't go back again ;; I can't go back again|

Word Count ;; 1384

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just a few things you need to fix, and you'll be good. for the played by, you need to have a celebrity. the boy in the picture link (which should be an actual picture) is alex evans. all you'd need to do to claim him is post him as your played by and add the picture into the application. second, you might want to spell check this