Post by Zeke London on May 29, 2010 13:58:02 GMT -5
* Zeke Indigo London !
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Full Name: Zeke Indigo London
Nicknames: Zee, Di, London
Date of birth: December 1, 1986
Age: 24
Age appears: N/A
Date Of Change: N/A
Hometown: London, England
Species: HUMAN
Ability's: N/A
Ability Description : N/A
height: 6’0”
weight: 171 lbs.
hair: Black
eyes: blue-ish gray
Identifying Features: His snake bites, and his gray eyes.
Body::
Zeke is skinny, he doesn’t have much muscle at all. He has a lightly defined 6-pack. And black hair which is in the classic “emo” cut. His snake bites make him, him. Zeke has many tattoo’s seeing as he can tattoo some amazing things. He has smartly put the tattoo’s in places most wont see. Its for business. And now that they have tattoo cover up his life is a lot better. Now he doesn’t have chicken legs, but they don’t have much muscle on them.
[Clothing
The usual outfit consists of skinny jeans, and a t-shirt. Zeke has had a life long obsession with photography. So you never see him without a camera, ever. Recently he took up to liking daggers. He’s not sure why, but he always has one on him somewhere.
Face Claim: Alex Evens
Basic Personality: Overall: Zeke is a underestimated sweetheart. He loves to talk and meet new people. But he also has trust issues. His favorite past time is listening and making music. it’s the only way he can express himself. Even if he talks a lot, he never talks about his feelings. He plays sports to get his anger out, then right after a game is when he writes most of his songs.
Laughing and people are the only things that keep him going. When he’s around people he is happy and excided, but when he’s not he gets depressed fast. This problem is probably why he has a cat. Animals are like medication so Zeke. He cant help but smile and worry about them, other than himself. When he has nothing better to do he volunteers at the hospital, or the animal shelter, so he wont have to go home and think.
One thing Zeke has that is almost an extension of his body is his photography camera. Beneath his caring attitude is the photographer that sees life as a moving picture that needs to be captured. He owns 17 cameras. All for different occasions. He gets a lot of money for his pictures alone. But it’s the moments he cares about.
likes:
Being happy
Laughing
His understanding nature
Animals
Friends
Technology
Reading
Scenery
Photography
Singing
Making music
Playing sports
Doing Makeup on anyone
dislikes:
moving
Posers/Fakers
Small dogs
Being stuck inside
Family reunions
Sad moments
strengths:
Taking pictures
Drawing
Tattoos
Writing
Witty Comebacks
weaknesses:
Thinking everyone wants to talk
When he’s alone he gets depressed fast
Random nature
A good book and a cozy blanket
Witty Comebacks
Not thinking before he speaks
Hobbies:
Photography
Tattooing
Writing Music
Volunteering
Occupation:
Photographer/Tattoo Artist
Highest Education Level Achieved: Graduated from college with a major in Sociology, and minor in Photography.
history:
Zeke’s parents were ecstatic when they had him, a healthy baby boy. He was an inspired youngling. He was instantly gravitated towards music. His parents noted this and began putting him in lessons. At age 5 he could sing better than most ten year-olds. But when he reached 9 there was that manly gravitation towards sports. So while living in London he learned how to play Rugby, Soccer, and Lacrosse. He was in a lot of Jr. leagues.
At age 12 he forgot all about music. He and his dad were always at games. The night of Zeke’s 13th birthday him and his dad get back from a game as he goes to bed he hears shattering and thumps. He sneaks out to the railing to look down at the scene. The first thing he sees is his mom with his baseball bat looking super angry. Then he looks at his dad who is with another woman. “Karen, I-I didn’t mean it, I want to be with you and Zeke. I swear. I lo-” his mom cut him off with a laugh “Don’t go there William, you do not love me, you may love my son but not me. This tramp has taken my place. Well leave and never come back! Go say goodbye to your son, then leave.” Zeke ran into his room before his dad came in. His dad kneeled down and Zeke ran into his arms. “I’ll see you again son, I’ll watch over you, and be your guardian angel.” With those words he left. With that Zeke knew that his dad would never be to far away
His mom and him moved to the US, where she met a guy and not a year later was married and his mom had a baby girl. Since the baby his mon never paid much attention to him. And even though his mom didn't know Zeke's dad lived in the next town over. Zeke would have certain days where he would go "shopping" and go see his dad for the day. Moving away from him probably made the two closer. In the middle of the summer when Zeke was 15, he was called to the phone to be told awful news. His father was on his way back from Zeke’s Rugby game when he was jack-knifed by a semi, killed instantly. His mother’s face was set in stone as he fell to the floor and cried. When his sighs slowed he ran to his room, and began to write songs. After that he was strictly about song writing and music while he played sports.
After moving away from his mom Zeke was hired to do singing at bars, casinos, and any other place that wanted him. He also started learned how to tattoo from some friends in LA. Soon after that he started photographing for brand name magazines, and still does photo shoots for certain brands. When Zeke does photo shoots, he does the makeup on who ever he is shooting himself. He creates the picture he has in his mind on their face. Zeke took a liking to cats when he moved. He would always take his current animal with him every where he went. Now Zeke is very rich for being 24 but he doesn’t let you know it when you first meet him.
Zeke glanced at the clock. It was 4 am. Sifer in his black and gray striped glory, was asleep on the bed. And Zeke was still up, like usual. He was on the computer sorting through the millions upon millions of the pictures he took that day. Some he was Photoshoping and others he would delete. One picture kept catching his eye so he enlarged it. The picture was of the lake. The sunset casting its technicolor rays over the top of the trees, and the water reflecting the stars that seemed like they just woke up from a long nap. But that wasn’t the weird part. There was a figure on the other side of the lake. Just to look at it gave him the chills. A very omniscient feeling that washed over him. It was almost as if the figure was watching him. Being a great photographer he always took two pictures of the same thing. He enlarged the next photo, and the figure was gone. Zeke shivered. He had this figure on film… but in less than a second it had disappeared. He saved the shadow picture in a special folder and the shadow-less photo in another. As the camera photos continued. Every ten pictures or so the figure would be there, but in the second be gone. These photos he put in with the first.
It was really starting to creep him out. Zeke stood up and walked into the kitchen. The moon was casting a warming blue glow into his window. He sighed and grabbed a coffee cup out of the cabinet. It was probably his mind messing with him. Of course that’s what it was. Zeke pushed the button on his coffee pot that he used for tea after he placed the cup under the spout. As the coffee was brewing he heard a thump from his room and sure enough Sifer tromped out. Zeke laughed at the stumbling cat and picked him up. If its one thing he could count on Sifer for it was to make him feel better.
The coffee pot beeped and Zeke took his cup out from under it and took a sip. He set Sifer on the counter and his cup along side the cat. Zeke walked over to the fridge and took out the milk bottle and then grabbed a small bowl from the cabinet next to the fridge. He walked back to the counter and poured some milk into the bowl then some of his tea. Sifer purred and sat down to drink the bowl. Zeke smiled and put the milk away. “Time for bed boy,” Zeke said and picked the cat up after both of their drinks were gone. He walked into his room and set the cat on the bed. Zeke sighed and looked at the computer screen.
Maybe someone knew what these pictures meant. Zeke took many symbol classes as a kid but what meanings did this symbolize and why now? Zeke couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. And he wasn’t sure if it was good or bad yet. One things for sure, it was following him and watching from a distance. Zeke got into bed and shut his eyes, it was time for a few hours of down time.
