LEGACY, Korey Shayne[shashasha not done]

[Korey Shayne Legacy]

KOREY SHAYNE LEGACY

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Mother,
where are you today?

Name
Korey Shayne Legacy

Nicknames
Kore, Shayne, Nuke, Nuke-bomb (he hates the last two, though). He's often called by his last name, too.

Age
19.

Race
Caucasian.

Birthday
August 8th.

Schooling
Korey is still in high school. He failed a few classes during his sophomore year, and while repeating those classes, failed other of his junior year classes. He's trying to pull his grades back together.

Occupation
Korey got a job at a coffee shop near his home. For the first few weeks, he was balancing school, the coffee shop job and his job as a dealer. He only recently quit his job as a dealer in order to attempt to clean himself up.

Sexual Orientation
Bisexual.

Religion
Atheist.

You took a piece of me
the day you went away.

Basic Appearance


Best Physical Trait
At least 50 words

Worst Physical Trait
Korey’s worst physical trait is his weight. Being addicted to the drug for so long has played a serious factor in his weight. Since you lose your appetite while on Meth, Korey’s body lost an amazing amount of weight in so little time, and he regrets it more than anything. He knows that he’s not at a healthy weight and, while sober, eats as much and exercises as much in order to get his BMI in a healthier state.

Play By
Chace Crawford

No recollection
nor the smell of your perfume.

Likes
-Meth
-His cigarettes
-Money
-Positive people
-Animals
-The sound of keys
-People who have different hairstyles, clothing styles, etc...
-Short people
-Veganism
-Lighters
-Taking care of/buying things for his nephew.


Dislikes
-Meth
-Intense cravings
-People who think he's still a dealer
-People who blame their problems on other people
-Meat
-Animal abuse
-Cops
-People who think they can sneak their way out of a deal
-People who try to get him back to his old ways (one day, they'll manage)
-His mother


Secrets

1. March 3rd, 2007. This is the day Korey wants to forget more than anything. He made a terrible mistake this day, and would do anything to erase it. It started after a friend of his, Aaron, kept claiming he’d pay Korey back for the bottles of Heroin and never did. Aaron, who was a completely junkie at that point, promised that he needed one more bottle, and that he was paying everything that very night. Knowing that Aaron most likely wouldn’t pay his bill, Korey prepared two bottles; one with the Heroin he wanted, in case he actually did decide to pay, and the other with a mix of Heroin and Carbon Tetrachloride, a fatal chemical.

When Aaron and Korey met up, the money was demanded and it was, once again, not paid. Korey gave Aaron the bottle with the Carbon Tetrachloride, explaining that it was the last time he was ever going to allow that, and watched as Aaron extracted a needle from his bag, stuck it in the bottle, took some of the drug into the needle and injected it into his arm. If Aaron wasn’t going to give him the money, he was going to get what he deserved.

Korey stayed with Aaron for another few hours, watching him get noticeably weaker, and he was vomiting a lot. Eventually, when the blond finally dropped, Korey left him. It wasn’t until two days later that he read about the ‘overdose’ in the paper.

It's been haunting him since, and he can't forgive himself for what he did.

2. Korey does his best to keep his past a secret. He doesn't want too many people knowing he was a deal, mostly because he doesn't want anyone to link him to Aaron's death. He keeps hush about it around people who didn't know him well when he was dealing/just recently met him so they don't get the wrong idea of him, either. Only when he's really comfortable with someone will he tell them his secret.

3. Korey used to be able to play the piano well, but since he’s been on Meth, he’s slowly forgotten (or simply stopped) how to play. He hasn’t played in over a year and a half and hates that he forgot, and wishes he could learn how to play again. He doesn’t mention it to many people at all, he’s too ashamed.


Habits
- Holding pens/pencils (really, anything relatively small & similar to a stick) like he would his cigarettes.
-Korey is constantly playing with his hair. He's usually running his hands through it, and shaking his head so his hair looks messy.
-He usually always doodles without noticing it.
-He loves making up nicknames for people, and usually does it without thinking them through, resulting in some pretty hurtful nicknames at times.

Character’s opinion of themselves
What Korey thinks about himself is all depending on his mood. There’s some times where he knows he’s being a complete dick to everyone he sees, and although he still does it, he doesn’t like it. He sees potential in himself and knows he can do better if he tries, but can never find ways to push himself toward that goal, and for that he gets really disappointed in himself.

How others view your character
Most see Korey as a complete asshole. If you first meet him and don’t know what to expect, you’re bound to think that he’s the biggest douche-bag that walked the earth, but after spending some time with him (especially when he’s sober), you’ll realize he can be a sweetheart, and a very caring person. Pinning Korey as a heartless person is done by many, but not true. If they can get around that tough exterior of his, they see that he is completely different.

Overall Personality
At least 300 words.

I took a piece of you
the day I left the womb.

Family
Matthew Legacy, 48, Legacy hotel chain owner.
Derek Legacy, 25, Construction worker.
Alice Legacy, 46, unknown.

Pets
Korey has black labs, Silhouette(Sil or Silly) and Charcoal(Char). They're both six years old and still very playful.

Best Memory
Korey’s best memory is probably when he got Silhouette and Charcoal, or when his nephew, Alexander Korey Legacy, was born. They both tie as an amazing memory to him and he thinks of those when he’s feeling upset. He spoils all three of them. Alex gets babied whenever he’s around Korey, and his dogs are always spoiled.

Worst Memory
The nineteen year old’s worst memory is without a doubt the night he killed Aaron. Hearing and seeing him vomit, his constant asking for help, and his screams of pain... They were all things he wanted to forget more than anything, but there was no way he could go back and try to make it better, there was no way that could happen.

Overall History
Life wasn't always easy for the Legacy family... Hell, it never was. Sure, Matthew Legacy was the owner of a large hotel chain that was sure to sky-rocket the family's financial income fast, but his wife made sure to rid the bank of that dough just as fast as it had poured in. Alice, the woman of the family, had become an excessive splurge, wasting money on anything she could get her hands on. She soon began going to clubs while her husband worked late nights, mixing in with the party scene. She had soon to learn that that was a big mistake on her part. After sharing an eight-ball of Meth with complete strangers, she ended up with an even bigger mistake, the soon to be Derek Legacy. She could always just tell Matt that the child was his, and keep it a secret. If he believed the child to be his, he would never bother getting a DNA test done and her secret would be kept. As she hoped, Derek was born without her husband ever suspecting a thing. For the next five years, she kept quiet about her 'every-other-day' activities, hiring a babysitter for Derek and paying extra for the girl to keep herself quiet and not mention to Matthew that Alice was out partying and not with Derek as promised. Finally, the day came where Alice realized that, once again, she was pregnant. This time, it was without a doubt with Matthew. Seven and a half months and thousands of snorts later, Korey Shayne Legacy was born premature, but healthy none-the-less.

It was about that time that Alice had realized it was either ease up on the drugs, or leave her family, so she slowly began to give them up. It was good at first, but whenever something would happen, ranging from a death in the family to something as simple as a fight with Matthew, that would merit a few hits and/or snorts. It was surprising Matthew had been completely oblivious to the fact that his wife was a complete Meth addict. Over the years, her words became more and more slurred, and her mouth seemed to be slower than her thoughts. She spoke slowly, mouth moving at snail's pace. Eventually, the forty five year old man found out about his wife's habit and, in order to protect his kids, sent her to a rehabilitation facility far enough away from their home.

The troubles first started with Derek. The sixteen year old had snatched his mother's habit. Meth was extremely expensive. It wasn't so bad at first, he'd blow a few twenties to get himself a good high, but once he started losing the few friends (most being dealers) he had due to the drug, he became desperate, resorting to any dealer he could find. Dealers are good at manipulating, as are any vendors. The original powder, which was very strong, was mixed with other things to make more of it, and make the high less intense, leaving the user begging for more a lot faster, which meant more money for the dealers and less money for user. After five years of suffering, Derek had managed to kick the habit just before the start of his own family, but he hadn't quit early enough to save his younger brother from the drug.

Korey had always been the one to take care of Derek when he was in his weaker state, covering for him when he slept in until four in the afternoon after a long night awake. Before Derek had quit, Korey had gotten into his stash and out of curiosity had tried a snort. Big mistake. He was 14 years old and hooked on Meth. Not exactly the ideal life. It was a good thing he managed to inherit his father's brains, otherwise he would have completely failed school his first year of high school.

Lucky for Korey, he knew someone, a senior at his school, who needed a fresh face to sell for him. His profits would be 40% of the income, and as much Ice (the powder was finally outdated) as he pleased. He was fifteen by the time he started dealing frequently, finally getting known.

For over four years, the now nineteen year old had been known as 'Nuke' or 'Nuke-bomb'. How he managed to get those nicknames, he could not remember, only that they stuck with him for the years that followed. It had become the name on his 'business card', if you will. It was the name people called him by while he was 'at work', the name texted through teenager's phones throughout the area. Anyone looking for nearly any kind of drug-related fix knew who to go to, and where to find him. Dealing had become so easy after a while. The fear of being caught had diminished to next to nothing, but his stomach still flipped when he heard the sirens blasting through the neighborhood, afraid someone had sold him out.

It wasn't until he was nearly eighteen that he made the decision to try to drop the job, wanting to start looking out for his future. He surely didn't want to be known as 'Nuke the shady hooded dealer' for the rest of his life, but ditching the job was harder than it sounded. That meant surviving on much less money, and getting intense cravings for a good hit to send him to the clouds. He wouldn't get anymore Ice for free, and he surely wasn't paying one hundred and eighty bucks for a light bulb worth of hits. No way was that happening. It was hard at first, balancing both the legal job at the coffee shop and the illegal one at the worn-down warehouse on the corner of Flit and Main street.

He finally managed to drop the job completely when he was told he was going to completely fail school if he didn't bring up his grades. Although he quit the job, he still gets a few hits every now and then to ease his cravings. His usage has gone down tremendously, but he still does it from time to time.

Brother,
put your needles down.

Name/Pseudonym
Eddy, Ed, Trooper, Hardstyle. Whatever, haha.

Time Zone
Eastern.

Age Range
12 and under
13 - 15
16 - 18
19 - 22
22 +

Experience
I'd say about six or seven.

Other Characters
None yet.

Roleplay Sample:
(Since Korey is too new to have a decent sized intro yet, this is an introduction to one of my other characters I created for Neo.)

People in general just weren't his cup of tea. He was shy beyond belief and despised talking to people, mainly because of his illness. At times, even though he'd taken his pills that very morning, he'd get mad over the simplest of things. Say someone walks into him accidentally. He'd yell at that person. Someone laughs at him? They'd get a fist to the face. He'd done it plenty of times before, some of those including teachers, principals, doctors, parents and close friends. Some say it would be great to pop your math teacher one in the mouth sometimes, but it really wasn't. Ever had the feeling where you couldn't control your body no matter how hard you tried? That's how it was whenever Kelsey got mad.

He never wanted to be violent, but his condition didn't help. Those mixed emotions speaking to him in his head, the fact that he saw things that weren't actually there all got to him. He was a nice person. Always polite and saying please and thank-you, yet one little word out of place transformed him. It turned him into the complete opposite of the happy, positive and polite Kelsey. He became the mean, upset and negative boy he, his friends and his family feared.

Today was a good day, though. Being a light sleeper, Kelsey Vanez Roy woke up to the sound of his mother's alarm that came from a room down the hall. He'd gotten up, took his meds and got ready for school, all without doing anything to frustrate him. He was driven to school by his mother. The boy lived too close to get bussed to school but his mother didn't trust him to walk or drive the 25 minute length between his house and the school. He didn't blame her; she was just being the mother she needed to be and cared for her son. Although most teenage boys wanted to avoid their mothers at all costs, he appreciated his and spent as much time as he could with her.

Looking through dark blue eyes, the seventeen year old watched his mother. "Thanks, mom." He placed a kiss on his mother's cheek before grabbing his bag and exiting the small car. He let out a sigh of happiness. Today, he'd most likely be able to talk to a select few people. Maybe he'd be able to face some people he wasn't able to before. He was feeling rather confident today. Did he ever enjoy that feeling! The fact that he was the only one controlling his thoughts put a smile on his face, though it was soon forced away; he didn't want to seem like an idiot beaming at nothing. He ran a hand through his straightened black hair and walked along the pathway that led from the parking lot to the front doors.

Once inside, Kelsey made his way to his locker. Scrolling in the combination, he popped the lock open before removing it, opening his locker. Inside were many pictures, mainly of the friends he had, or pictures of bands. He grabbed a long, narrow case and moved it aside before placing his bag in. He adjusted the case, which held one of the many bows he used to play his cello, this particular one being the one he used at school. He soon closed his locker door, reattaching the lock. He turned around and headed outside, where he took a seat on the concrete steps. As long as he didn't get hit in the head by something, he was sure he'd be alright.

His eyes found sudden fascination over the bug that had managed to climb its way onto one of his simple black and white Converses. He smiled. Ladybugs were one of the only bugs he could tolerate; therefore he let the bug stay. He laid back on the platform of the stairs, looking up at the sky. He remained there for a few moments before sitting up. Looking down at his shoe again, he realized that the bug had disappeared. He soon stood, brushing off whatever tiny rocks had managed to stick to his outfit. Today, Kelsey wore a pair of dark blue skinny-leg jeans, which were held up by the usual white belt, a fitted black V-Neck shirt and a rather baggy black sweater. A simple outfit for a not-so-simple boy.

Taking a few more steps down, he sat at the bottom step. The top step was bound to get crowded soon and he didn't want to risk getting accidentally hit. Taking the earmuff-like stereo headphones from around his neck, he placed them over his ears, drowning out the rest of the sound from around him, leaving his latest obsession, Creature Feature, playing loudly. Reaching into his pocket, he took his cell phone out, replying to a few texts before resting his head on the railing next to him. Hopefully today would stay as good as it's been.

The best thing for you is to leave this awful town.