Post by BLAZE JACKSON REED on Jan 17, 2010 9:03:40 GMT -5
BLAZE JACKSON REED
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.SO NEEDLESS TO SAY I'M ODDS AND ENDS BUT THAT'S ME ,
stumbling away slowly learning that life is ok[/i][/center]
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[/center][/color]age[/font] 17
birthday[/font] April 20th
gender[/font] Male
member group[/font] G
face claim[/font] Matt Shadows
reason for being here[/font] Put his dad in jail when he ran away, and came here at age 13,. [/size][/blockquote]
SAY AFTER ME IT'S NO BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY ,
the things that you say is it alive or just to play my worries away?[/i][/center]
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[/center][/color]personality[/font]
Blaze’s has an ego bigger than the world. He thinks too much of himself, and his music. Blaze loves to be funny. He really does try to entertain everyone here at helena’s. Too half the students hes the guy you hate to love, the other half just love him. Even the teachers enjoy him in class. Since he also keeps up an A average. With his high octane style, and never give up attitude, Blaze is a grade A guy. Though, he does tend to make awkward situations more awkward. He does though keep ladies entertained with his sly speach and slick moves.
nightmares[/font] For his father to get out of jail, for his father to find him, not to be successful in his music, to not fall in love.
daydreams[/font] To become famous with music, to neither burn out or fade away.
secrets[/font]
what they see[/font] (the general student body's view) Blaze is funny to say the least. He’s energetic, fun loving, and hell, hes just a good guy in general. Though he does tend to get egoistic. His music is bad ass, and i would say that he could make it out in the real world. He’s smart, he survied this far on his own, no parents or anything.
family[/font] Kaile Sarah Reed---Dead Trent James Dixon—Alive, but in jail.
description[/font] Thus Kaile Reed, and Trent Dixon met at a college party, of course, Kaile was still a sophomore in high school. Trent was really not even in college. He was twenty four, working in some dead end job. Of course, he wasn’t so smart in the head, so he didn’t know when to pull out. Thus Blaze Jackson Dixon at the time was now in the process was coming along. So, nine months into the now relationship that was Kaile and Trent. It was going well to say the least. Well the moment Blaze came out anyways. Then it went to hell. Kaile agreed to move in with Trent.
The decision was made. The infant Blaze and mother were now under a roof. Kaile got the worst of it. Blaze just hated watching it. He knew what was going on in the infant stage. Watching His mother get hit. It wasn’t that rough in the begging. They were only slaps at first. But over time, the beatings got worse and worse. The infant Blaze didn’t really get any friends since the only time he got outside was with his mother. That was until Blaze stated to attend kindergarten. School is what saved Blaze. Thats why he appreciates it so much. Always doing well, being nice. Though, he did think highly of himself a little too much.
Thus by grade one, he had his first fight. Some grade three thinking high and mighty of himself decided to pick on Blaze. Blaze didn`t like that. He had the best time of his life. Watching his father bneat on his mother actually tough him something, how to hit someone. A couple of good shots and Blaze was ontop. Makeing the third grader cry. Blaze then was now hooked on learning how to fight. Blaze though got in trouble for that. Though, only had to spend ten minutes, he learned something that day, only in self-defense. Wait till they hit you.
Grade two was easy for Blaze, it was though grade three that changed his life forever. Of course by now, Blaze had started to train. Running, and doing push up. Already learned how to fight. Sixth graders were what made Blaze actually have to hit people. People learned from then on not mess with Blaze. Though, he was a lovable guy and everything. Just the new kids that came in every year. New York Wasn’t the best place to grow up. Now that was the last straw for the school. Even if it was in defense, breaking a kids nose wasn’t a good thing to do in school.
Eight years old and expelled from the first school. Now Bklaze’s dad wasn’t too happy. Of course, Blaze didn’t get hit. His dad’s anger was towards his mother. Blaze loved his mother with all his heart, and when he saw the knife in his dad hand, and his mom screaming for him to run, he was gone.
All alone in the big city. What was Blaze to do. He was too scared to talk to anyone about. So a week on the streets, he heard it. The sound of a lovely sounding guitar. Street performers were normal in New York. Blaze saw them all the time, but this was the first time really listening. The song was sound much like Blaze. No where to go, and no one to love. That made Blaze realize the love of music.
Talking to the street performer, telling him only that he had ran away. The street performer, then began to show Blaze the sweet sounds of the guitar. Blaze loved it, he loved how the cords rang and played a lovely tune. He loved how they matched the lyrics the performer sang and played. Before Blaze knew it, he was the one playing and singing. It was like magic.
It was what, maybe several years while Blaze was on the streets. The only way he heard news was from the group of street performers he hung around with, or the news on the radio. It was when Blaze was around thirteen they came from him. Some men in suites took Blaze`s “friends” Had called a couple. Social workers to take him. Blaze thought they were betraying him. When he found out where he was headed, he didn’t think he would like it at all.
Arriving at Helena’s, Blaze was pissed at the world. All he had was the Acoustic he got from his “Friends” Now though, the moment he gave them his full name, he had a lot of shit to deal with. Of course, Blaze still held the info of seeing his mother die. Getting his confession would put his dad in jail for sure. His dad was charged with murder. The charges were dropped since there were no evidence. Until Blaze testified, putting his dad in for 25 to life. Also legally changing his last name from Dixon To his mother name, Reed.
Thus the adventure of Blaze Jackson reed begun. He wanted to form a band, he first needed was a name. Orange Water was then created. His first job, find himself band mates. This led him to befriend, Dallas Brent Norris. A rookie bass player, that had tendency top be suicidal. Forming a quick friendship, Blaze helped him along. The occasion Blaze said hi, and everything. Trying to be a nice guy, but Dallas wasn’t so social. Blaze friendship wasn't enough for Dallas. Though the time came when his trust was finally earned.
On a normal day, Blaze ran into a Dallas he really hadn’t seen before. So. Soon Blaze was saving ol Dallas’s life. Dallas had one fucked up life, that was for sure. But the moment he heard Blaze’s story, and how he just lives on and keeps the good, Dallas was in.
Next was a lead guitar. That part was easy. Blaze had also befriended a `Bad kid` James Edward King. He was just full of high octane adrenaline, and anger problems. Nothing too serious, just some major major anger problems. Thus the drummer was now needed. And it wasn’t hard to see. An addict known as Andrew Charlie Smart. His large coke addiction was hard to bypass, but they needed someone right?
With a complete line-up, The band was ready. Learning songs left and right. Their different music tastes were what probably kept them together. The sounds from emo, punk, metal, goth, screamo, thrash, many different genre’s were combined into one. And thus a famous band once came to helena’s to see if they wanted to sponsor anyone. The minute they came, the sounds of Orange Water could be heard. Getting them a deal, the minute the get out of here.
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YOU'RE ALL THE THINGS I'VE GOT TO REMEMBER ,
you're shying away but i'll be coming for you anyway[/i][/center]
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