Post by LEO MARKER on Aug 30, 2010 1:13:05 GMT
PRISONER DATA
L E O TAYE
M A R K E R
NINETEEN / NOVEMBER / NINETEEN EIGHTY TWO
BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS
F I R S T D E G R E E MU R D E R
THE STATEMENT
HISTORY
Nobody can say my history was great. In fact that’s what made me such a good target for this fuck up! It’s the only thing I can call it, a fuck up, because no words can express how fucked up it really is. If I’d been raised differently, if I’d been a little bit nicer and a little bit less fucked up, I wouldn’t be in this fuck up situation. But enough of that, my history. So my mom had me when she was a teenager, if you could call her a mom. My dad, if you could call him a dad, was a bit of a player and only really wanted my mom for sex, but I guess he got more than he bargained for because they got me. Obviously I wasn’t wanted and obviously they had no plans to keep me but when I was born I was obviously just too adorable to give up for adoption. I was named Leo with the middle name of Taye after my shithead of a father. They kept me for a year, maybe, I don’t know, I can’t remember and then they got sick of me. My mom couldn’t go out anymore and my dad didn’t want me, so I heard he got aggressive with my mom. Anyway they gave me in because they were pretty shit parents and they figured it was too much of a fuck up situation to keep me in. As you can tell I’m not best fond of my parents. I happened to track them down a while ago and it turns out my dad’s on benefits and my mom is a hairdresser. They’re both alcoholics. I have good genes...
So that was how I was born, and those are memories I really don’t have. A few years passed when I was with foster parents, I guess, I can’t remember. I was a pretty bad kid because I always felt rejected. Nobody pretended to be my parents, they didn’t pretend that they loved me, they just got me for a week or two or longer and traded me in when they got bored or whatever. Because of this I played up. I admit that I was a dickhead of a kid. I wouldn’t listen to any adult or any carer because why should I have? They’d never done me any good before and I was completely alone, even the ones who tried to be nice never stuck around too long. If I’m honest I’d only really wanted a real family with loving parents like the kids at my school had. I felt so outcasted by that.
I mentioned I never stayed in a family for long except when I was almost ten I did, I stayed with one family for a while only I wished I never. By this point I was a bit out of control. I didn’t stick in at school and I caused quite a lot of problems for people I knew. Admittedly I was a bully. But I’ve said before I was angry and upset, I had to take my anger out through violence. The father of the family I moved in with used to be in the army. He was really into discipline and power, I think especially because he’d had the snip for his first wife. But his second wife wanted kids, I mean that’s why they got me. But it can’t feel too masculine to not have your balls work right, so I guess he needed power in other ways and he found that with me. He didn’t believe in correcting my behaviour through example, instead he just punished me and he hurt me. At the time I didn’t know that adults weren’t meant to hurt kids like he hurt me. I was a violent child and I thought violence was normal. We didn’t get on at all and I fought back with him for years but he was stronger than me. I couldn’t break his bones like he could break mine and I couldn’t bruise his skin the same either. My step mom knew nothing about it, or she ignored it. I guess she thought I got bullied at school but she never went to the teachers to ask about it and the teachers never went home to enquire about my injuries. By the time I was in my early teens I wasn’t as loud and I’d lost some confidence through this stepdad of mine, he’d certainly put me in my place but I didn’t respect him, I hated him. I felt more alone than I ever had in my life and returning home had become a nightmare. I’d turned quickly to alcohol and drugs. I was never an addict because I never got in that deep but I spent an awful lot of my time off my face for a while. It was then that I got into sex too and I was quite a heart breaker. I never really had relationships but I had a lot of one night stands. When the stepdad walked in on me screwing some girl at fourteen he kicked me out. Thankfully my four year nightmare was over. I was free, kind of, free of him at least.
And then I was tossed over to a man who I now consider to be my father, my real father, his name was Lawrence. It was a bumpy ride at first because he was strict, but unlike the last man he didn’t hurt me and he didn’t put me down but he tried to talk to me and he tried to get to know me. He took me to hockey games and really tried to spend some quality time with me. I was pretty messed up, more than I realised at the time, and I was still really angry. At this point I wouldn’t let him get close to me. And this was when I entered my first real relationship. I was sixteen. I thought I was in love but I don’t think I really was. And I was so insecure that I was so clingy and possessive. She didn’t like that. She also didn’t like the fact that I’d gotten her pregnant, and neither did I for that matter, or her parents. When her family found out they marched round to my house and started going wild at me. I was a sixteen year old kid and her dad was screaming at me like I was a murderer. He hated the fact that I’d taken his little girl’s virginity and I swear he would have killed me, had my own ‘dad’ walked in. He really stuck up for me. He was definitely a match for her dad and he really held me up in his esteem. I remember just looking at him and being so in awe because I’d never seen anyone defend me like that before. He managed to get her father out the house, only after he’d proclaimed that I’d never see her or the kid again. I never really cried much in my life but I cried ridiculously hard that night. I didn’t know how my life had turned so bad or what I’d done to deserve it. Lawrence was really great, he treat me like his kid, he really looked after me that night. And he forced me to change my act.
He pulled me out of school and hired personal tutors. I wasn’t happy about this because I liked school for the social factor, even if I didn’t go, and having tutors meant I had to work. But they weren’t like my teachers. They didn’t ignore me and they didn’t treat me like I was stupid but instead they encouraged me, they even made me inspired. I wanted to study, which is weird because I’m not an academic, I never have been. I was still a bit messed up about the pregnancy thing but Lawrence told me not to worry about it. He was trying to bring me back together; he was trying to be a good dad. With his help I passed high school and I got into college.
With a calmer, less angry me college was quite good fun. I went to a local college and I lived with Lawrence still because he didn’t want me to go off the rails again if I moved out. I didn’t have any money so it’s not like I could have just left and I liked Lawrence, I liked spending time with him. He’s a pretty good guy really. So as I was saying college, and then medical school went smoothly. I’m not too sure what got me interested in becoming a surgeon, but I’d been attracted to it, almost like I was meant to do it. Lawrence said it was fate. And I studied hard, really hard. I also played football for my college team. I’d kind of turned my life around for a while. When I graduated I’d became more interested in finding my daughter, if she even existed. I’d tried tracing down my ex but I couldn’t find her anywhere. No one knew where she was. I kind of hoped she would track me down. I didn’t want to be like my own dad, or like any of my foster parents. I wanted to be a dad like Lawrence but I hadn’t been given the chance. And I’d been too young and messed up.
After a short while I got my first job, which was fine, it was good. I was only new and I had a lot to learn but I was enjoying it and I was really good at it, in fact I was getting more confident each and every day. And that was when I received a phone call from George Stafford, inviting me for an interview to work for his prison. I was honoured, shocked, thrilled, I never even knew how he’d found out about me. I’d only done a few surgeries under supervision. I was ambitious enough to believe I was ready for more and Lawrence was really proud. He suggested I go for the job, or at least the interview. I did and I got it.
I said my goodbyes and travelled to the island. The boat crashed and I woke up in death row, stuck in a fucking cell, with a time limit strapped to my days. I don’t know what’s happened, it’s as if my life’s been a dream and now they’re accusing me of killing some kids. I didn’t kill any kids. No matter what I say they just think I’m insane. I’ve even seen George, I met George at my interview, he gave me the job and he just says I’m crazy, that I’m deluded. I have six years left of my ‘sentence’ and then they’re going to kill me, kill me for a crime I haven’t done! I can only imagine that something happened during the crash. I blacked out but how could my papers go missing? Nothing makes sense. I am not a death row prisoner.
PERSONALITY
Leo is a piece of complicated personality. There is much from his past which has shaped him. For example he is often over cautious when it comes to people he meets, which consequently makes it difficult to gain his trust. It isn’t that he automatically thinks people are out to get him or any of that, he’s just suspicious of their character and true intentions. Because of this he can often come across as an ‘asshole’ to some people, particularly due to his intolerance to those he considers to be ‘idiots’. Again he cannot help but question their motive. Leo has always had a slightly aggressive side to him also, meaning he is not shy of violence. His hot temper quite often gets in the way of his clear head and can lead him to do things he may come to regret. With this, Leo often acts out his impulses. He isn’t afraid of trying something new and he will usually follow through with something if he wants to, without thinking much about the consequences. These reckless traits of his reflect negatively upon his character and so help the stitch up against him.
Despite the flaws Leo is also a nice man. He wouldn’t cross the road to help an elderly up if they fell, but he’s not all bad. He’s trust worthy and genuine with a good sense of humour. He also doesn’t judge much. After everything that’s happened in his life it would be a crime for him to judge, however his open minded policy is slightly more narrow when it gets to the more conservative people. Relationships and people mean a lot to Leo, but he’s often afraid to get involved in case of rejection or being hurt, so he can be seen as a player. However when he does commit himself he is very committed and can become quite clingy and possessive, because he’s afraid of losing people.
Unlike his childhood Leo has developed the trait of being hard working. He has a good work ethic and knows he won’t get anywhere in life unless he works for it, but at the same time he likes his work to be appreciated. Speaking of appreciation Leo may be considered arrogant by some people, which is quite true in many respects. He thinks highly of his achievements, considering where he came from, and he also doesn’t think he’s too bad looking which can result in him being a bit choosy when he’s picking dates. Obviously this doesn’t go down too well with women but plays a treat in boy talk. Speaking of boy talk Leo is the type of guy who will speak openly of his sex life in the locker room, given particular in depth details to his dates however if he feels anything for the lady this is kept to the minimum.
THE DETAILS
SENTENCE
DEATH ROW
SENTENCE SERVED SO FAR
TWO MONTHS
RECORDED STATEMENT
What crime? I didn’t commit a crime! At least I didn’t kill anyone and I sure as hell didn’t commit any crime which would be enough to get me into death row! I know what you’re thinking, that I committed this crime and I got so fucked up from the guilt that I deluded myself, well you’re wrong! Fuck my bad past, I got over that and it sure as Hell isn’t gonna be an excuse to land me on Death Row! I didn’t kill anyone, I swear to God. I shouldn’t be here! Do you know what it’s like having to walk down the corridor and into that Goddamn room?! To be strapped down to that horrible plank that so many people have been killed on?! It’s a fucking nightmare. I’m innocent and they keep fucking doing it. I’m meant to be making people better, fighting for their lives and I’m not even being given the chance to fight for my life. You don’t believe me but you should. I’m no murderer, I’m really not.
THE PLAYER
NAME
AUBY
AGE
NINETEEN
CONTACT DETAILS
PM
HOW DID YOU FIND US
I MADE IT
CODEWORD
ADMINS EDIT
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
BABY BABY BABY OOOH LIKE BABY BABY BABY OOOH LIKE BABY BABY BABY OOOH I THOUGHT YOU'D ALWAYS BE MINE, MIINE
