Post by SETH QUENTIN VICTORE on Mar 19, 2013 0:23:42 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6jh1H.png); padding: 5px, bTable] SETH Q. VICTORE TWENTY-THREE | HETEROSEXUAL | UNEMPLOYED | LOCAL | IAN SOMERHALDER THE INTERVIEW HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? Seth Victore, and before you ask, yes it is French. You're probably wondering about the first name, right? Well my mother is American and my father is French, she argued that I needed a non French name so that's how that came about. THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? Nothing, not even kidding. I don't really do much. I don't have a job, I don't do college or anything of the like. INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? Fun! Ah, I love having fun. Let's see now, I go out to bars and drink a lot. When I say a lot I mean a lot, quite often I'll wake up the next morning in some strange girl's bed or even in my own bed with some strange girl next to me. Now I'm not saying I'm some kind of man slut or anything like that. Who am I kidding? I am, well not all the time but when I drink I let myself go. What else do I do? Let's see now. Oh, I run, or well jog. It's fun, I suppose. Ha, this is making me think I don't have much of a fun life. WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? God, I hope not. Wouldn't that mean that I'd be a fast and drunk person. -laughs- I don't think I'd be happy with that. I like to think I'm a great person, I know I wasn't always like that though. People change, and in my case people change for the good. I see myself a kind person, caring and helpful, at least to the people that I think deserve it. I'm a fun guy, I think that anyway. I know I just said it, but I am very caring. A few things happened over the past few years that have made me realise that caring about people isn't a bad thing, I mean I love it when people care about me so why shouldn't I care about them. I hope you get what I'm trying to say, I think I confused myself a little there. Speaking of confusion, I'm good at getting confused, I suppose you could say I need a lot of help to not be confused, people need to explain things to me. I'm told that I don't really think about things before I do them, I'm not sure about this but a lot of people seem to tell me about it, maybe it is true. They also say that I don't question things and that I should, that I often just jump into a situation that could potentially be bad for me, or for someone else. I don't really agree, but whatever. You know how I said I've changed? Well I suppose I should tell you how, I assume that'd help with this little interview thing. I used to be a dick, I was horrible to people, I was a high school bully. Actually I was still a bully type up until about a year ago. Money and popularity was all I cared about. I used people, I'd lie to people especially girls that I wanted to fuck. But then a few things happened and I realised that it was wrong, that I shouldn't be doing that sort of thing. I know I still occasionally lie to people, I know that when I'm drunk I can become that past Seth that I now hate. I try my best to stay away from that though, hopefully I can keep it that way. COOL BEANS. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS? I adore my family, mother, father, sister and brother. The whole lot of them. We often get together for lunches or dinners, all five of us. It's great. Then there is me other family, the family that I live with. I know, you're probably wondering what the hell I could mean by this. My pets, Sandy and Moxie. They're both cats, I love them with all my heart. They're my best friends, since I've lost a lot of those after becoming nice. AND YOUR LIFE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. I'M EAGER TO HEAR. I have always lived in Brunswick, never really lived anywhere else, unless you count the year I spent in France with my grandparents, ick. I'm the youngest of three children, Nick and Eva were born three years before me, yes that means that they are twins. I have always had a great family life, we never really had any serious fights and any tension that we had was really just the simple things that all normal families endure. I do come from money, I don't work or anything yet I can afford a nice apartment in a nice location which sort of gives that away. My father traveled for a while throughout my childhood years, so he was somewhat absent for a little time. But it didn't make a difference, I still love him. Nothing overly dramatic happened to me while I grew up, other than the car accident when I was ten. I suppose I can tell you a little about that. Mum was taking us all the meet dad at the airport, he was coming home from one of his many international trips. It was late in the day, not that that matters, and a drunk driver ran a red light and smashed his car into the side of ours. Mum was in the hospital for a while due to some internal injuries but the rest of us were fine. That was probably the most interesting thing that happened in my childhood. And then I hit middle school. I was always popular, had my rich friends and all. The girls loved me and the guys wanted to be me or just be able to say they were my friend. Yes I was one of those people. As I got older and progressed through middle and high school I became more and more of a dick, treated people like dirt, even my own friends. For some reason they endured it thought, I have no idea why. My life just went on like that, I made people miserable and I didn't care. My ego was huge and everyone knew it. After high school I kept on going, I don't know if I became more of a dick, because I was already pretty bad, but I must have just ticked the wrong people off. There comes a point where you realise that you must be doing something wrong when someone tries to kill you. Yes, that happened. About two years ago actually. I was minding my own business, jogging along the road like I did every morning, when a car hit me from behind. The guy actually stopped to see how much damage he had done. Lucky for me there were people nearby that stopped him before he could really hurt me, I know he had just hit me with his car, but apparently he was actually kicking me as I lay unconscious on the ground. He was arrested and jailed and all that crap. I was in hospital for a good while, when I got out I was told the guy that had done it was a guy that I was incredibly horrible to during high school, Spencer Thompson. He was a smart kid and I made his life miserable because of it. At the time I kind of shrugged it off but now I think about it and realise that if I was maybe just a little bit nicer to him back then i wouldn't have this horrible scar on my side. Things kind of went downhill for me after that. I shut myself off from a lot of people, stopped talking to a lot of the people that I called friends. I fell into a depression, my parents became worried and got me the help that I apparently needed at the time. I got better, with the help of drugs and such. It took a while really. About a year ago I found out that another kid that I used to be quite horrible to in high school and afterwards killed herself. The news hit me pretty hard, I blamed myself, I was quite good at doing that at that stage. It made my depression worse, but I made it out alive, as you can see now. Now I'm just trying to figure out what to do with my life, though I'm happy doing nothing, it's fun. What about a secret? Everyone has a secret. Secret huh? I don't like these things. But if I must, then I shall. You know how I said I was given drugs for that depression that I went through? Yeah well I lied about getting through it. It's still there, I hate it and hate a lot of things in my life, including myself. I still take the drugs, I need them. I think I've become dependent on them, I can't go a day without them, if I forget whether I've taken them I'll just take another just to be sure, that's never pleasant really, never the best days. I don't want anyone to know about my depression at all, not even the part that I will admit to. I blame myself for that girl's suicide, and I know that it was my fault that Spencer tried to kill me. I'm a wreck, I really am. I can't go a day without medication and if I did, well I'm afraid to think about what might happen, I don't really trust myself. ALRIGHT. TIME'S ALMOST UP. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS. QUICK! Dreams? Well, I don't really have any. To get better is one I suppose. It's not really something I've thought about. AND THAT'S A WRAP. IT WAS NICE GETTING TO KNOW YOU. Thanks, I kind of enjoyed my time here. 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