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Legal Name: Tranit Johnson.

Nickname(s): Tran, T.

Year's spent on this planet: 17, and what the hell other planet would I be on? O-o

Sex: HELL YES!

Species: Umm human? What the hell kind of question is this?

Orientation: Does this mean if I like boys or girls? Ummm I dunno.... guess I don't think about it.

Relationship Status: Taken: Dating Yalva Marie Del-Mont

My heart belongs to: My Car and Yalva.

My life is dedicated to: Making sure my car is running, and my music.

My Personality can be summed up in these words: Artistic; Individual; Rockstar.

My family consists of: Grandma, 2 brothers, best friend Seriph, and my divorced parents.

I live in a: House with my grandma.

My passion is: My car and my music...geesh this is repetative.

My body is inked and pierced: Recently got my left eyebrow pierced and my ears pierced, but needles scare me still.... O_O

I love: The way a new car smells, the way the sun glistenes off the fresh wax on my car, and the faces people give me when they see my eyes or my car.

I despise: People labeling, stinky cheese, snakes, spiders, and needles.

"What the fuck kind of music is Rap? Oh yeah... it's a letter short of CRAP." - Tranit

A little about Tranit

Tranit grew up with his parents. A drunken mother and an abusive father, a wonderful home for a teenager to grow up in right? He was born with a very odd condition that changed the shape of his pupils to that of stars, and paled out the color of his eyes. Due to this condition Tranit was ordered at a young age to wear sunglasses a majority of the time to keep his eyes safe from the damage of the light. School was only made more difficult because of this since many people had never even heard of such a condition, in all honesty he hadn't before he was diagnosed but that didn't mean they weren't nice about it. As he grew older and his friend Seriph helped him to realize that a drunken home like this was not the world a teenager should be having to deal with on an everyday basis, he found his way out of the home and into the caring hands of his grandmother. Though she is old and hard of hearing she cares for her grandson and is accepting of his matter of not knowing which gender to lust after more.

Though he is randomly based around people and situations that have been mentioned Tranit is a character from a story I began to develop and hope to finish out sometime in the future.

From the mind of Tranit

I'd always been the social outcast of my school. Always ridiculed by the others.
Eh, not like it really bothered me either. I didn't mind it being able to keep
everything to only myself. Sure, it got a little lonely now and then, but what
high school kid didn't? I had my band, a few friends here and there. Hell I even
had the coolest car in school, voted on by the class. A nice black 55' Bel Air.
I was always giving friends rides to or from school or pretty much wherever it
was they were going to be going. Yeah... my typical attire for school was pretty
good at putting people off but ya know... I figured that if someone really wanted
to know me they would put aside how I looked. My past was all to painful and I hardly
let anyone know it...
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It was one of the first days back to school after the summer break between my freshmen
and sophomore year. Yeah I was young but I was also held back a year. I had really
gotten used to being woken up by the angered screams of my mother, and the drunken
yells of my father. It was just a typical everyday thing for them to be fighting.
We didn't live in the best of the town, and our home was a trailer. Sure it wasn't the best
the pipes were rusty, the water was brown, hardly any food around. Thats what you get
when your mother works her ass off to pay the bills, and your father lays around
just watching the money float away with his feelings and the next beer he would down.
I guess thats why i became so bitter... watching how my mother was treated and how
she too slowly became just like him. My heart was so cold and black that I had no remorse
when my mother died. I attended her funeral and had the support of family. But not
once did I cry. I was sad deep down inside, she tried her damndest to keep the family
going, to keep the house right up. My father... he just washed away all his pain like
he always had. Beer after beer after beer.

Hell I was so used to everyday after school being hit, or slammed against a wall, just
any sort of pain my father could inflict on me. Without my mom... there wasn't anyone
for him to take his anger out on. Then came the day when I was old enough not to take it anymore.
I packed up my bags and walked out the door. Never came back to him. My grandmother found me
a few days later living at a hotel. I was smart enough when I was younger to save every penny
I could get my hands on. I worked hard and long to make sure I could get out.Until the day I began to live with my grandmother. I live with her until she got so ill she had to be moved to a nursing home. Thats when I moved to the apartment I live in now.
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I know my past was hard and rough, and I have the scars to prove to people that my life
was just as hard as everyone else's. My father now has moved on, given up the bottle but that
doesn't change the way I view him. He's remarried and is living happily in a large home they
bought together. I've never met the women that he calls his love... and no way in fucking hell
am i setting a foot in that house. He ruined my life... made it a living nightmare to remember.
I've suppressed so many memories that I can't stand to watch people around me be happy.
But yet I bit my lip and let them live their own life. The way I couldn't.

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