Spencer Jay McCourt

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Spencer Jay McCourt !?

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THE BASICS !


ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to be here. i'm Spencer Jay McCourt, and you know that's the coolest name you've heard in a long time. i won't go into detail as to why i was named that, but i will let you know that i don't go by my full name at all times. spence and jay are way cuter, and tons more fun to go by. of course, here in this podunk small town of everence, even those embarrassing pet names get out. speaking of everence, you probably think i'm some small town, hill billy idiot. but hey, us everence citizens are pretty different from that! i'm actually loving life here as a(n) incubus. pretty rad, right? although, not as rad as my birthday, april 20. you know, that day you give me presents? that aside- i'm fifteen years old, and ready to rock this town- or hey, even this state!

and enough of that boring stuff. i know what you want- my rockin bod. and by rocking, i mean drop dead gorgeous. let's just start from the top. my hair? well, i don't even know how to describe these dark brown locks. but i guess i'd say that they are pretty curly. and as you can see by plainly looking at me and my parents- i'm white; Irish, to be more accurate.. but what you may not know is that my eyes are a mind blowing color. yeah, that's right, they are brown. that is just cool beyond belief. and now for those numbers i know you've all been waiting for. see, i'd consider myself average, but short, and most would agree. i mean, i can prove it too. my scale reads 131 lbs, not that you should be asking. but i do tower over some things at a nice 5' 5". sexy, aren't i? yeah, so i've been told. then again, i've also been told that i look a hell of a lot like walter koch. but, that can't be a bad thing, right?

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THE ABOUT YOU ![/center]

likes ,

• Noise
  
• Crowded Rooms
  
• Adrenaline Rushes
  
• Horror Flicks
  
• Pink Floyd
  
• Porn
  
• Free food
  
• Weed
  
• LSD (acid)
  
• Crashing
  

dislikes ,

• Brown-nosers
  
• People who play hard-to-get
  
• Hangnails
  
• Organized Religion
  
• Bigots
  
• Fascists
  
• Birds
  
• Early-risers
  
• Small children
  
• Very large men
  

strengths ,

• Intelligent - learns quickly
  
• Charismatic - believable
  
• Outspoken - says what's on his mind
  
• Fast Runner - self explanatory
  
• Excellent Sense of Humor - laughs at everything, even himself
  

flaws ,

• Impatient - gets bored easily, not good with kids
  
• Fidgety - can't stay in one place for long
  
• Outspoken - a little too open with his opinions
  
• Forgetful - has a hard time remembering things
  
• Easy - always desperate for a lay
  

secrets ,

• He's bisexual, with a strong male preference.
  
• He has Sexual Masochism
  

fears ,

• Birds
  
• Vampires
  
• Humans (especially religious ones)
  
• Being underwater
  
• Ever becoming a parent
  

general personality ,

He's the party type; the type of kid you find curled up in a ditch smelling like chemicals, rubbing his head and wondering what the hell happened last night. He indulges in marijuana daily, smoking it as casually and nonchalantly as one would nicotine cigarettes. It slows his mind down, and allows him to think clearly instead of feverishly. Most others enter a state of slow thinking, dulled reflexes and confusion while under the influence of marijuana, but for Spencer it helps him achieve that perfect balance. His mind is constantly whirling at a million miles an hour, and he thinks and worries over every single solitary thing that happens to him. So, he turns to the only thing that has so far effectively sated his anxiety - drugs, and, naturally, sex.

Of course, it takes an immense amount of self-control and will to not kill whoever he is sleeping with, but that's something he's always been careful of - if he forgets himself for even a few moments, his partner could end up dead and he'd have another dead body to deal with.

Love hates him, and, in return, Spencer hates it back. A result of previous heartbreak, he tends to look past the qualities in people that might call for a relationship and just goes after sex. Constant, mindless, anonymous sex. And with whoever will have anything to do with him. Much like after using marijuana, after sex his mind slows down and allows him to think clearly. It's also the only way he knows of burning off tension and anger, and due to his condition, he feels that he needs it in order to be socially accepted.

His condition: Sexual Masochism. What it means - he gets sexual arousal out of being beaten, disgraced, and humiliated. As a result, he is often guilty of starting fights and then pretending to be unable to hold his own. He seeks out abusive relationships, relishing and loving the abuse any other person would try and escape.

Aside from his obsession with sex, Spencer is relatively laid-back and nice to be around. It's hard to offend him, and even if you manage to piss him off most likely he'll get over it just as fast. He loves socializing and talking with other people, and though he speaks his mind, he is usually careful not to offend the other person.

Now don't get me wrong; if you have a problem and need someone to help get it off your chest, he's out of there. Spencer has always been very uncomfortable discussing others' problems and woes. It's not as if he doesn't care. Inwardly he hates himself for it, but he simply cannot do it.

As said before, overall he's a very laid-back, kind person. But he despises bigots, fascists, and anyone who uses fallacies in their arguments. He's never been into politics, and honestly couldn't care less about who is in office, but is very passionate about the rights of minorities. Even those he doesn't belong to, such as polygamists, those who indulge in non-abusive or forceful bestiality, and those who belong to minor religions such as Wicca and Paganism. In his mind every person deserves the right to love and be loved in return, and anyone who denies them that right has already earned his contempt.

SILLY ME I DIDN'T EVEN ,

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parents ,

• Mother; unknown
  
• Father; Francis McCourt - 52 - Professor of Radiology
  

siblings ,

• N/A
  

children ,

• N/A
  

significant others ,

• Currently: N/A
  

history ,

In Spencer's case, it was his mother that the otherworldly being, not his father. Like most of his kind, he was the product of a heated one-night stand and his parents never saw nor heard from each other again. All his father knows is that eight-and-a-half months later, he woke up to a newborn baby boy crying and screaming at the foot of the bed, still wet and covered in afterbirth.

Paternity tests proved that he was his father's son, but apparently the name his mother had given him had been false, and all attempts to find her had proven futile. All the same, ignorant to what his son truly was, Francis McCourt raised Spencer Jay on his own.

Well, the babysitters raised him, for the most part. His father's job was demanding. He was always either at the University teaching or holed up in his bedroom researching and studying. All the same, Spencer loved his dad, and would use any excuse to be near him or to hear him talk. He looked remarkably like his father, save his dull brown eyes, which were different from his father's piercing blue ones.

Their mental makeup was much the same as well, as Spencer inherited his anxiety from him, but he has much more addictive and dependent qualities. A few experiments with pot and alcohol when he was thirteen proved truly addictive, and he began to disregard his father's word more and more often. Of course when you're that age you think your invincible, and that nothing in the world could bring you down. Spencer was no exception, and that proved to be very consequential.

At fourteen, and having always been bi-curious since a young age, Spencer was elated when he found out that one of the guys he was now running around with was gay. Truth be told, Spencer's sexual urges were abnormally intense and demanding since he hit puberty, which resulted in chronic masturbation and sexual tension. So it wasn't all that surprising when the two finally hooked up. He was the bitch the first time, and if you ask he'll be honest - it hurt horribly. Not just the pain that normally comes along with anal; the burning, bleeding and stretching, for instance; but passion surged through his entire body, and the desire to kill his partner grew painfully stronger. During the intercourse he bit his lip and clenched his fists so hard in an attempt to resist, his mouth and palms were bloodied by the climax.

Despite the gut-wrenching pain, the feeling of utter elation and peace he acquired after he had his own climax made the whole ordeal worth it. But the passion, the desire he felt to kill that other boy; it scared him. He lay there in thought, staring at the ceiling as the other boy got dressed and thought about it. He may have known what he was from the beginning. But if he did, he was repressing it.

They had sex several more times during the course of the next few months. Innocent and inexperienced with the nature of love, Spencer let himself fall for the one who eventually took all that innocence away from him. His new found lover had fallen under the influence of what Spencer considers to be the hardest drug of all - methamphetamine. Sores began to break out all over his face. His skin grew pale and he would sleep for days at a time, driving love-struck Spencer insane with worry. And then the abuse started occurring - the blows came with every snide remark he made. In the end, Spencer payed for love with his own bones and flesh. Yet though he knew it was wrong, the pain excited him. It made him feel as if he were real, as if the pain was the only thing that could prove he really did matter. Whether or not this is a side-effect of the drugs, is unknown.

And then it happened. During the heat of the moment, right before his climax during sex and right after a particularly brutal exposure to his lover's 'punishment', it all came out. He was driven insane with power and lust, and killed his partner because of it.

Hysterical, he left the body where it was, wearing nothing but a wife-beater, and took off home. Of course his father wanted to know why he was so hysterical, and after finding out the truth, immediately knew just what his son was. An Irish Catholic, it was now his father's turn to have hysterics. He notified the priest, and before long a crown of angry, pissed off Catholics had formed outside their house, demanding that Francis hand Spencer over to them so they could 'dispose' of him.

After Francis had the police break up the crowd, he immediately sent his son to the only place he had heard of where he might have a chance of being happy: Everence. It broke his heart to do it, but in his mind he knew it was their only choice. The two haven't made any attempts at contacting each other since.

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Jerking violently awake and smacking his hand painfully on the nightstand, Pierre uttered a sharp cry, followed by a few quick, labored breaths. Sweat beaded his forehead and chest, causing his pale skin to glisten in the moonlight that streamed through the window above his bed. His eyes were rimmed with tears as he brought his slightly bleeding hand up to his mouth to suck on it. He had hit the corner just right, tearing a small gash on one of the fingers. He lay back down with a thud, blonde hair matted with the sweat on his neck and face. 'That didn't just happen... not again,' he thought, closing his eyes as relief washed over him. 'It was just a dream.' A chill spread through his entire body, and he sat back up the pull the drapes over the window before laying back down. Pulling the covers over his head, he couldn't help but think, 'But it had felt so real...'

He began to shudder uncontrollably, and wiped desperately at his eyes. Why was he having these feelings? He hadn't had a dream like this since he was fourteen... Did Natalie have anything to do with it? Burying his head in his pillow, his mind drifted back to the starry night festival last week.

Natalie had knocked on his door the day before, asking if he had a date - he had shifted from foot to foot, his mind racing, trying to think of possible excuses. Before he could answer, she had said, "Great, I'll be here at seven!" and ran back home, eyes sparkling. As if that hadn't been bad enough, as she was leaving his house after their dinner she had leaned in close to him, eyes closed. Instead of kissing her as she expected him to do, Pierre stammered something about having to get back to work and slammed the door in her face. Afterward he slumped with his back against the door and slid to the floor, hands covering his face. She had been giving him all the signals, but why didn't he feel anything towards them? Her hand on his made him jerk back. Her leg touching his almost made him want to retch. There was no way this could be normal for a man his age. Hell, most guys his age were chasing any girl that came their way.

Maybe he'd just been alone too long. Yeah. He was focusing too hard on his cooking, that was all. All he needed to do was give it a rest; take a break for a week or so. Then it should be all better. Yeah. He wouldn't have to worry...

Why was he doubting all this? He was trying his hardest to persuade himself that there was nothing wrong with him, that he was perfectly normal. Deep down, he knew he was lying to himself.

LET THE CURTAINS DROP ,

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WELCOME TO EVERENCE

well incubus, welcome to hell's gate-- i mean, the town of everence. keep to yourself and watch your back, and maybe people won't break it.