`KNIGHT, indigo arrian

[``indigo arrian knight]

INDIGO ARRIAN KNIGHT;;

underneath it all;;

[/color] and I'm SEVENTEENyears old.
I'm been doing this for FOUR YEARS
and you cant reach me by PM, MSN, AIM or EMAIL
(ask for any if you want them... too much work to list. haha).
I also master of NO ONE ELSE (:[/size][/center][/ul]

all about me;;
name;; indigo arrian knight.
nicknames;; indie/indi/indy (but he'll answer to anything - even if it's not him you're talking to).
birthday;; december31st.
age;; twenty.
year;; ...
sex;; male.
sexual orientation;; bisexual.
band && position;; mechanical hearts, lead vocals and synth.

mirror image;;
LUSCIOUS locks;; dark brown and a mess, and yes, he likes it that way.
PRETTY eyes;; dark brown and - no, not a mess - unfortunately lacking eyeliner... he's always wanted to waer it, but has never gotten it right.
WEIGHT;; 110
HEIGHT;; 5'4
DISTINGUISHING features;; is anything not? indigo tries to stand out, meaning even standing 100 or so feet away from him, his back to you, with a few people or objects or whatever else blocking your view... you'll still know it's him. the hair and that tiny size of his pretty much guarantee it (and that's not even mentioning the bright clothing he's so fond of wearing...)
LOOK alike;; paul griffiths.
overall appearance;;
The first thing you'll probably notice about Indigo is what he's wearing. Sure, it might sound simple enough: a t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. But, it's the details that make him stand out. Like the fact that he can't stand any colors that feel too muted or dull. He likes his tees bold and brightly colored, never faded. If his shirts can't make you stare, then they're clearly not working. But as if brightly colored pieces weren't enough, he wants his accessories to stand out, too. It's not uncommon to see him wearing huge plastic sunglasses, in any bright color that might or might not match the rest of what he's wearing. And he won't stop there, with the plastic. Once or twice [or, err, maybe more] he's been seen with a plastic tiara on top of his head, the expression on his face just daring anyone to question it. Real men aren't afraid to wear tiaras, or so he claims - usually followed by some giggles as if even he's doubting it. But, if you don't approve of his outfits, he isn't going to change them. As long as it makes him smile just to catch a glimpse of his own outfits in the mirror, or an especially reflective window, or anything else.. then it's good enough for him.. no matter what anyone else might think.

But that's where the effort in his appearance pretty much ends. Unlike most of those scene-looking guys, he doesn't bother with eyeliner. Not that he hasn't tried it, it's just.. he usually ends up poking himself in the eyes with the stupid pencil, and then his eyes'll water and wash off any that he did manage to get on. And as for liquid eyeliner? Which, yes, he has seen some guys use.. Well, that's even worse. Because when he pokes himself with that the ink gets all in his eyes, and then they sting. A lot. Clearly, makeup of any sort just isn't his thing. He'd probably have better luck trying to draw it on with markers, but would feel a little ridiculous attempting it.. because what if it didn't work? Then he'd be stuck with ink stains all over his face, possibly making him look like he'd been beaten up.. Although.. at least that might be used to make a good story. That is, if he hadn't used up all his good stories on his other attempts to just put on some eyeliner already.

His hair, too, is a sort of minimum-effort thing. Indigo goes for that just-out-of-bed look, you know, the kind that some guys spend hours perfecting. Only with him, he really did just roll out of bed. His morning hair routine involves glancing in the mirror, ruffling his hair a bit if it looks a little too flat, then moving on to some bigger concern of his. But on the positive side, the look works for him, and his hair's always nice and soft. He's never dyed it [due to his claim that hair dye has chemical that leech into your brain and take over your thoughts - something he doesn't actually believe, but thinks it sounds interesting enough to spread around], and he takes decent enough care of it, for a guy. Not that he's about to go all-out and buy some expensive shampoo especially for his hair type. Nope, he buys whatever smells good - meaning, whatever smells edible. Like cookies or brownies or frosting or hot chocolate. It's the same when it comes to the rest of his stuff, like soap and all. Scent over anything else. Even if it means spending too much just to get body wash that claims to smell like birthday cake.

As far as body type, Indigo is far from the biggest guy you'll ever meet. Not scrawny, exactly. Well okay, fine, 'scrawny'. But in an adorably huggable sort of way. At 5'4, he falls quite a bit shorter than the average guy. And at 110 pounds, he's definitely not fat. But not all skin and bones. Enough squish to him that he's quite comfortable to snuggle up to, and enough muscle that he could at least beat the average girl in an arm wrestle (as long as he allowed himself some sort of advantage - like starting before the official 'go!'). But he's not likely to be the one you'd bet on to win a fight, or the kind of kid you'd expect to see on any sports teams. His idea of working out involves dancing around to bad music, or making everyone play tag with him. Not lifting weights. And he doesn't really have the coordination for athletics, anyway. He's always walking into things, tripping over people, falling up the stairs, knocking over breakable objects.. Anyone who gives him sharp objects has got to have a death wish, or something, because chances are that someone will end up with part of them missing. Especially because Indigo has conveniently forgotten that 'don't run with scissors' rule...



deep down;;
LOVE it;;

HATE it;;

REALLY GOOD at;;

KINDA BAD at;;

THOSE little THINGS;;

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GOALS;;

overall personality;;
Indigo's the kind of guy that you're either going to love.. or be scared of. And not in a 'he might hurt me' way, but in an 'Is he on something, or is he just insane?' way. To put it simply, he has fun being about as odd as he can possibly get away with. Normalness is boringness, and he has little tolerance for it. Why sit quietly and pay attention in class when you could be writing strange fortunes on paper airplanes and sending them randomly throughout the room? Or take notes, when you could be drawing pretty pictures with permanent marker, all over the nearby desks, walls, students... And why actually participate in discussions when, instead, you could shout out random words every few seconds, interrupting those who actually are trying to participate? To some people, all those little things might come off as obnoxious. But to Indigo? He's helping making the world a more interesting place, which is kinda like doing a good deed or something.. so they should all be thanking him for it. Maybe even bowing down to his greatness.. an idea he's suggested a few times, standing up on his seat and declaring that the class repeat after him: All hail Indigo, king of the pirates! A few people actually did.

But despite that, he's really not as self-obsessed as he might come off as. No, he's no philanthropist. And sometimes he might forget that he isn't the center of the universe and that he can't expect every single person to act with the single goal of making him happy.. But still. As a friend, he's fiercely loyal, as long as you happen to be on his good side. Insult someone he likes, and chances are he'll be plotting revenge. And if he's decided that you're friend-worthy, he's likely to forgive almost anything.. err, after his initial childish reaction, anyway. Indigo doesn't have a tempter like most guys.. Meaning, when he's mad, he doesn't get all violent and scary. But he'll stomp his feet, yell, slam doors, refuse to talk to you.. and then be over it just seconds later. He couldn't hold a grudge against a friend no matter how much he wanted to.. But against a stranger? That's easy. He can hate someone for hardly any reason at all, as long as he doesn't know them well. And he won't stop at just silently hating. He'll glare from across the cafeteria, stick his tongue out, and make a point of refusing to talk to them. Why bother hating someone if no one's going to know about it?

But why bother being happy if no one's going to know about it, either? Meaning, if he's happy, you'll probably find him wandering around with a big smile on his face, fully prepared to hug anyone who comes too near, or to jump up and down if he needs, or to randomly start giggling. Yes, he giggles, and it's cute. And he knows it. But anyway, the point is that Indigo sees no point in anything if no one else is going to know about it, so he keeps all his emotions right out there, for everyone to see. Like wearing his heart on his sleeve, only not at all limited just to love. But it does include that kind of stuff. Sure, you'd never mistake Indigo for being the romantic type [and he definitely isn't], but that doesn't mean you won't know if he likes someone. Most likely, it'll be beyond obvious, by the way he'll sit on their lap [guy or girl, yep, even if they're smaller than him], insist on holding their hand, or just randomly declare to love them more than one of his favorite sugary foods.. like candy, or ice cream, or cupcakes. Cupcakes are kind of the highest honor, because they've got cake, frosting, and sprinkles. Not that many things could possibly beat all that, could they? But Indigo's crushes are usually short-lived, anywhere from five minutes to five weeks, but rarely longer. He's known for the kinds of relationships that end almost as soon as they start, over as soon as that butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling ends. To put it one way, he prefers falling in love to actually being in love.

Everything he does seems to be based on one thing: getting noticed. He's not afraid to take any risk, he'll blurt out any secrets he might have if it'll get people to look at him, he'll stop at nothing to get attention if he's feeling ignored. It's probably got to do with that weird fear he still has: that if no one's looking at him or thinking about him, then will he disappear? Will he stop existing completely? When he was little, he couldn't even play hide and seek because of that, because he'd be so worried that if they couldn't see him then they'd forget about him and he'd just fade away in his hiding place. And so he'd start yelling until someone came and found him. Even now, he hates that game. He's all for tag, truth or dare, spin the bottle, any other game someone could thing of, except for hide and seek. And if you try to talk him out of his fears, he'll just shake his head stubbornly.. and then possibly resort to covering his ears and yelling 'La la la, I can't HEAR you!' if you keep trying. Yes, really. Once he's got an opinion, it can be nearly impossible to change his mind. Or at least, that's how he wants it to be, which means he'll resort to desperate measures if he thinks you're bordering on getting too persuasive. The only way he'll let you change his mind is if you figure out a way to do it to make him think he came up with it himself. Which is much more possible than it sounds, because Indigo can't always keep track of his own thoughts. There's usually too many strange things going on in that head of his at once.

So overall? Indigo's the kind of kid that it's hard to take a lot of at once. He's adorable, but loud and crazy. He can be trusted to take revenge on anyone who picks on you, but not to keep your secrets. He'll be head over heels for you one day, then forget about you completely by the next day. He'll let everything he's feeling show, just so he can be upset if you don't notice. He'll do anything for attention.. but has been doing it for so long that now, that it's not acting just to get noticed.. that's really all him. He could easily be labeled a freak, a social outcast, someone to be avoided at all costs.. except that he can be so cute with all his hyperness and clumsiness and irresistible enthusiasm that it's hard to just declare him a loser and stay as far away as possible. And while being around him can be a number of things at times - risky, irritating, headache-causing.. - boring is never one of them. He's got an endless supply of things to make the day more exciting. Starting games of tag in crowded hallways, playing cheesy music and insisting that everyone come dance around like idiots with him, inviting all his friends to stay the night at his house just to fill themselves up with sugar and caffeine and get hyper off the combination of those with sleep deprivation... He might not be good for anything serious, but if you need a distraction.. then there's probably no one better to be around.
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valuables;;
BEST memory;; Just one? Indigo has a list of favorites and couldn't choose if he tried.
WORST memory;; SO once upon a time Indigo came home after leaving without warning and never saying goodbye to his friends but he'd expected everything to be the same... And so he'd rushed to his former best friend's house, his Hello Kitty backpack now full of things that had reminded him of her, as well as all the scraps of paper he'd covered front and back with whatever little things he thought he'd want to remember to tell her or talk about or anything else, and cookies too 'cause he figured they need something to eat while they talked again. And so he'd stood at her door, knocked, and tried to keep himself from hopping up and down while he waited because he was that excited to see her. And when she'd opened the door? She'd poked him hard, called him a jerk, and told him to go away. And since she seemed so sure that she meant it, he'd set the backpack by her door and left and was too scared to ever go back and try talking to her again.
MOST VALUED possession;; well it would have been that Hello Kitty backpack, but he never got that back and the replacement (pokemon, not Hello Kitty) never seemed to end up nearly as important. so now? he's pretty sure he doesn't have one. or he changes his mind about it all the time. [/color][/size]

HOME is where the HEART is;;
hometown;; a small town just out of london
parents;; james matthew knight & aislinn briana knight
pets;; sock, indigo's ferret... they fight like siblings because her (sock's) personality is so much like his. but, he loves the creature and often informs people that he thinks sock is his other half (when they give him the 'your other half is small, furry. and somewhat resembles a rat?' look, he just sticks his tongue out at them, and then giggles.)
history;;
Lions and tigers and bears, oh my? Well, maybe only in Indigo's imagination. The truth is, his life would have been awfully boring if he hadn't decided to make it more interesting, whether through real adventures or imagined ones. Sometimes, he'd make it sound as if he would have given anything to have been one of those kids who were adopted or abused, even, or anything more dramatic than his own life. Happily married, well-off parents, not too busy for him and not too suffocating and not anything remotely interesting. Not the kind of people that anyone would want to hear about. While some people got to complain about alcoholic parents, he got to complain that his made him eat spinach. While his classmates had parents who tried to force them to be something they weren't, his were supportive of whatever it was he wanted to do, whether it was painting all of the walls of the house or exploring the city at four in the morning [as long as he brought a cell phone and some money to be safe, of course]. Honestly, it meant he was lucky. And maybe part of Indigo knew it. But most of him chose to ignore the fact that he was lucky like that. Why be lucky if unlucky is more interesting?

By the time he was five, Indigo had a whole collection of imaginary friends, people who made his world more interesting. He was far from the ordinary kid, and his kindergarten teacher would often call him 'creative', at those parent-teacher conferences. Indigo was clearly not dumb, but he wouldn't do his work. When he was supposed to be working on one thing, it'd soon turn into something else. But if he was ever asked a question, about whatever it was they were supposed to be learning, he'd have the answer right away. And he'd have the right one. He was, even at that age, the star of the classroom. He made up the best stories and the best games. He was the one who could convince the adults to let them play for a little longer, to skip the lessons on reading for the day. And he knew it. He was oddly likable, despite never doing what he was supposed to, despite being a little strange, despite always needing to have all the attention. And the main reason so many people liked him? He could get almost all of them believing in whatever happened to be going on in his world at that point, impossible or not.

When he got older, his imagination wasn't enough for adventures, and he'd outgrown the thrill of small things like camping in his backyard or playing outside after dark. At first, his idea of an 'adventure' was still simple enough. At thirteen, he'd drag all his friends to Wal-Mart to create what he called 'minor chaos'. Nothing illegal, of course. And nothing dangerous, even. Just a little frustrating for the people that worked there. He'd rearrange the entire CD section according to what he considered a 'better' system for classifying things. Or he'd hide out behind one of the toy shelves and try to scare the little kids walking by. He'd start helping people as if he worked there, just to see how many would even notice the fact that he wasn't in uniform. His parents didn't mind so much. His grades at school were no worse than usual - still just passing, because he'd rather draw pictures than take notes, he'd prefer to fill in the circles on the answer sheet in whichever way made the prettiest designs, he'd choose to write a story even if an essay was the assignment. And so why would they worry? His friends were good kids, as far as they knew, and he'd always been a bit on the mischievous side. Besides, they liked to give him his freedom, no matter what it meant he was doing. Which wasn't a problem... until
high school.

The first few years were okay - Indie could still rely on his cuteness to get him what he wanted, and that was enough to keep him happy. After all, high school meant a bigger school and much more mischief he could get into. What was there not to like? His friends' parents were finally letting up on rules a little (yay for extended curfews and no more bed times!), which meant much more possibilities for him - dragging his friends out in search of ice cream at three in the morning, or going to the movies to watch the same one over and over until they had the whole thing memorized... which was when he'd then assign each friend a part, and they'd act out the same movie in front of the theaters for half the price of the movie itself. Yes, they'd actually earned money that way. Or, inside of school, the carefully-planned water balloon fight he'd arranged for the annual "say no to drugs" assembly. The point was, high school was good for him and he'd had little reason not to be happy, considering he had friends and trouble to get into and never much as far as consequences for his actions.

Which was why when he left, it kind of shocked everyone. He'd only just turned 16 when he'd packed up a Hello Kitty backpack full of his Indie-necessities - his candy supply, one or two favorite stuffed animals, his most comfortable pokemon pajamas, and the contents of his piggybank (which, he'd discovered, did not have to be smashed to open.... so he could have taken all that money out a long time ago) and headed to the nearest bus station, with no warning to even his bestest friends, because he figured he wouldn't be able to say bye without begging them to come with him (and getting their parents quite angry at him if they agreed), or without changing his mind. In fact, the only people who got much of a goodbye were his parents, and even they just got a note taped to the door. 'Exploring. Be back eventually...' But to be fair, he'd given them as much as he knew of what he was doing. All he had figured out was that his town was too small and he wanted to see some place else, but he had no idea where that would be or when he'd be done and ready to come back home.

Well, that "some place else" turned out to be as much of the country (and others) as he could get to without too much difficulty... meaning, anywhere he could get to by train, bus, taxi, hitchhiking, or... under a mile of walking. Which happened to be quite a lot of places. As for what he did, he did a lot of the same things he'd done everywhere else, and managed to earn money when he needed to and find friends when he needed those and keep himself from ever getting too bored. But finally, he found himself on a bus stopping right where he'd started out, his old town, and for whatever reason (since he hadn't yet decided he was done with exploring)... he got out there, dragging along that same backpack, as well as the rest of the stuff he'd managed to collect while he was gone. So he was back, and forced to face quite a few of the people he'd abandoned. His parents, well, they forgave him immediately. But the friends who'd gotten nothing more than the occasional postcard with a random message ('Yesterday I accidentally stole a pair of sunglasses, and today I tried to take them back, only I took them to the wrong store and they looked at me funny. I think that means it's fate that I should keep them.'), or phone call at four in the morning, ('I'm tired, tell me a bed time story?', or 'Once upon a time...' leading to whatever story he wanted to tell them. But either way, with no answers to any questions if he was asked, assuming his friends didn't hang up on him anyway.) .. well, them not so much. But instead of ding the right than and earning his forgiveness, he took off to London and met up with Mechanical Hearts... still sending his old friends the occasional post card or calling them up at odd hours. SUre, it might just make them hate him more... but if all else fails, now that he's kinda getting famous, they could always sell his post cards and earn a profit, right? And maybe that would be enough for them to forgive him?


FOLLOW my LEAD;;
secret phrase;; it's not a party if it happens every night
your OTHER work;;

indigo kind of felt abandoned. he wasn't sure where the rest of his band was, but wherever they'd gone, they hadn't brought him. and that just plain wasn't fair. of course, he knew he probably shouldn't be expecting them to be around all the time, to keep him company or keep him happy or keep him whatever else. but that's what they were for, weren't they? well, not, technically, but still. technically, they were just supposed to play music with him and all. but either way, they weren't there, and he was bored. and again, abandoned. wasn't alex, at least, as indie's official bestest friend supposed to be there to keep him from being left by himself? or kaylee, his girlfriend? but none of them were around, and stuffed animals as company just wouldn't do. he'd tried. he'd sat there, staring at a stuffed bunny, trying to get it to say something back to him. but it wasn't working. of course, maybe he should have given it more than about twenty seconds before becoming impatient and stomping out of the bus... but he knew he probably could have stared at the inanimate object all night, and it wouldn't have said anything at all. because, well, because of the obvious: stuffed animals don't talk. but they should, he decided, with a glare back towards his tour bus, occupied now only by stuffed animals. they probably came to life as soon as he left, having some sort of party that real people - humans - weren't invited to.

so even by stuffed animal standards, he was a reject at the moment. depressing. of course, being alone for once probably shouldn't have seemed like nearly as much of a big deal as it did, but indigo wasn't good with aloneness. he always seemed to take it a bit personally, like if people weren't around him then the must have something against him. or maybe they'd forgotten him, which was just as bad but much more likely. in fact, it was probably worse. because if everyone hated him, at least they were thinking about him. indigo sighed slightly, attempting to figure out how to solve his problem as he headed away from the bus, towards... well, whichever direction. but away from his mean stuffed animals who most definitely weren't thinking about him as much as they should be. if they could even think. but if they couldn't, then that just meant there was no chance that they were thinking about him, instead of only a slight chance. he let out another sigh as he continued walking, knowing that he was being quite overdramatic, in his thoughts at least, about being alone. it wasn't like him to be all quiet and depressed, and he knew it.

so maybe if he could find some way to fix it, find somewhere with people who'd be excited to see him, then he'd feel better. and at least he had the whole fame thing, to help him with that. all he had to do was walk into a public enough place, and he was bound to find at least one person who recognized him. maybe they'd even ask for his autograph, or want a picture? indigo grinned happily as he thought about it, his walk turning a bit more into a skip. people who hardly knew him telling him how amazing he was... was exactly what he needed. and so the mall it was, because the mall happened to be one of the most people-filled places he could think of. and, he was pretty sure he knew where it was, which was a bit of a miracle considering indigo's sense of direction. but, he seen it at some point, and reminded himself to go there, because he needed new socks. brightly colored, pretty socks, that'd make him smile every time he looked down at his feet. because, all his older ones had faded a bit, and now the more muted colors were depressing him. in fact, his non-bright socks might've had just as much of an influence on his mood as the lack of people.

and so it really was a good thing that the mall was where he'd thought it was, because his whole expression brightened again as he stepped inside. it wasn't quite as full as he would've liked, but it'd do. just stepping inside, he could see a couple of the more scene-looking kids glance his way. either they recognized him, or maybe his outfit had just caught their attention. but even if they didn't know he was famous, and weren't planning on asking for autographs or anything like that, at least they'd looked at him. which meant they'd noticed him. "coffee," he stated after a scone, deciding that's what he needed even more than a new pair of socks. and the mall had to have a starbucks somewhere, right? it'd be mean if it didn't. smiling again, he finally spotted it, and hurried over, almost tripping over his own feet as he stumbled inside. "dumb door," he muttered with a glare at it. he'd bumped his arm against on his way in, and now he'd probably have a bruise. maybe starbucks hadn't been as good of an idea as he thought. remaining right where he was, blocking the doorway, he paused to consider leaving.

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