Post by John Alan Smyth on Aug 4, 2010 12:35:05 GMT -5
I WAS BORN March,17th AND AM NOW 29
John Alan
Smyth
John Alan
Smyth
NICKNAMES: John, Joe, Smythie, Smyth, Mr. Smyth
SEX: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
JOB/STUDENT: Journalist
FAMILY: Father: Joesph Smyth(Deceased) Mother: Rose Smyth
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
HEIGHT: 5'8
WEIGHT: 165 lbs
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scar on right eyebrow from running into a stop sign as a child.
TATTOOS: Celtic wheel on his left shoulder
PIERCINGS: none
BRIEF PAST: [John had a fairly normal childhood, had friends and played catch with his father, until their car was hit by a drunk driver, the cops were on the scene but John still being only 14 saw how weird it was that just the cops were there, no pedestrians and no media. It struck him as odd. Something inside him told him that something didn't feel right. Call it a cut instinct but he couldn't shake the feeling. 6 years later, John now 20 decided it was time to do a little research of his own. What John found changed his life. the reason why no one was there was because the drunken driver was a fellow cop, and they were covering up his crime. John was infuriated, something had to be done. John at the time was just entering University, but still hadn't picked anything he wanted, at that moment he called the school and enrolled in Business and Journalism. This story had to be brought to the news.
As John wrote the article he realized how easily words came to him, and how well and amazing he can make things sound. It struck him as strange but that the time he didn't care. When the article was finished John stuffed it inside a large brown envelope and shipped it anonymously to the local news paper with all the evidence. A week passed John hadn't seen anything in the paper, until one morning when he picked it the paper from his door step and brought it to his mother. A few minuets later he heard her coffee mug crash to the floor, Running in John noticed his mother was crying silently mouth gaping as she read the front page of the paper.
MAN KILLED BY DRUNKEN COP
John smiled to himself, he had finally done it. Stuck it to the cops who murdered his father and covered it up. John kept it a secret that it was him who wrote the article, but after that he found his calling at writing.
After graduating University John moved to a relatively small town that he heard was corrupt with crime and drugs. What a better area to start a reputation than surrounded by Crime?]MY NAME IS Kaylee AND I FOUND HATG AT from admin on MSN
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