BADDOCK, ace sebastian

[ACE SEBASTIAN BADDOCK]

ace sebastian baddock
"YOU GOT SOMETHIN' TO SAY, YOU HANDS ARE TIED,
OPEN YOUR MOUTH, OPEN IT WIDE,
LET THE FREEDOM BEGIN."

Yo. See that handsome face up there? Isn't he simply gorgeous? I know; I'm well aware of that fact. The name's Ace. Ace Sebastian Baddock. But, I only go by Ace. I don't care what else you want to call me, but I will not respond to anything else. Let's see. Basic information. I'm in Ravenclaw, because I'm all smarticles. Yes. I used that word. What are you going to do about it? That's what I thought. Anyway. I'm in my seventh year here at Hoggy-Warty-Hogwarts. What else could be considered "basic"? I come from a Pureblood family, I have a younger brother in Slytherin, and life sucks. Yeah, that sums it all up.

That isn't what you wanted - I know. You want to glimpse inside my soul. Well, here it is then. Listen up, because I'm only going through this once. For the first three years of Hogwarts, life was depressing. I hate everything, everyone, and above all: I hated myself. Everyone bashed me, clawed their way into my insecurities. For the longest time, I was afraid to go anywhere from my classes to my dorm. There wasn't much else I did except for read. The library was one of my very sanctuaries, thank the lords. The second place was, of course, the infirmary. I actually was a good little helper when it came to healing those that needed it. Today, I still even go back to help out if needed. Perhaps, one day, I'll work at St. Mungo's and heal other wizards. But who knows nowadays, right?

Despite all that I went through of being ridiculed, torn down, etc. in my previous years- I trust far too easily for my own good. Don't judge me. For reals. I'm myself and no one will ever change that, but for some odd fricking reason, I seem to attract the psycho people. I don't mean in just romantic relationships either. I'm talking friendships with random strangers. And, when a psycho gets too close to me, I end up trusting them. Which is bad. Oh so bad. But, that's not the only bad thing I've done. Hah! I've done so much worse, it's not even funny. You see, I'm also a recovering junkie. Yes. I was addicted to drugs.. Meth, heroin, acid.. I even dabbled in some E. I couldn't help myself. It was all far too tempting, too easy.. And I gave in. The best trips of my life, because I then had no worries. About people, about life, about anything at all. I was finally free.

Recently, though, my dealer went down under. He could no longer sell me what I wanted. The things that I most craved, lived on.. were taken away from me, forcing me to go into withdrawal. Those were even darker days. I am barely able to recall most of them, due to how fuzzy and unsure I was. I honestly thought I wasn't going to make it-- it was horrid. My arms still have scars from when I would dig my nails into my skin and drag, to escape the burning of needing more release. It took quite some time to get where I am now, you know? I'm not even fully recovered, either. I'm still in the ending withdrawals stage.. Each day, I still think about my next fix.. and how I can't get it.

My parents don't know about it. My brother does. He knows everything about those times, because of how I couldn't hide the bloodshot eyes or the way I acted. Even with our differences, he could tell. I suppose I should've seen the warning signs. My father's addicted to his prescription medication of Morphine and my mother has a tendency to pop a few pills herself. Drug addiction is in my mother effing genetics. Of course it would be. How the hell could I possibly live a decent and normal life? Goddamn. But, I still don't care about that. I just want my drugs. I'll do anything to get them, you know. Yes. I know all of which that implies. I don't really care, though. I need them. They help me live. Would you rather I died because I couldn't be happy? Well. That was a bad way to go. Considering I'm worthless. I don't deserve to live a healthy life.

Anyway. That's all me in one boring nutshell. You shouldn't be so shocked.. it's not good for your face. It causes wrinkles. Do you want to be even uglier? Oh, that's another thing about me. I'm bluntly honest. Don't like it? Then get over yourself. I may trust easily, but that doesn't give anyone the right to talk about me. You may not be able to see it, but I'm sensitive. I just want people to like me. Which was why I resorted to the drugs. So that I could be less antisocial and tense. It didn't work out, but things are rebuilding slowly.. not by my choice. I don't know what to think of it, but eh, I'll live I suppose. Unfortunately. I really don't think you need to know more about me, because I do have a personal life that you don't need care for. But thanks for listening to my story. Peace out.



alias; mistah zee
experience; a zillion
character house; ravenclaw
character year; seventh
character side; neutral
other chars; scorpius, dominic, & fred x: