LIVINGSTON, zackary

[zackary]

CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

ZACKARY DEREK LIVINGSTON *

the name's zackary derek livingston, but most people just call me zack, and i'm old enough to be you're great, great, great, great (you get the picture) grandfather. how do i get this picturesque figure? why diet and exercise of course. nah, not really. i guess one could say i'm immortal, but not precisely. i'm not invincible. if you shoot me, i will die; if you stab me, i will bleed. my definition of immortality is the ability to regenerate energy. not exactly renewing the energy, but being able to restore it to almost it's original state. that's more than any renewable resource or technology can do. so i am able to restore my former handsome self. but being immortal isn't as glamorous as looking this good for a three hundred year old man. with all the fun of being able to relive my glory days over and over again, it gets tiring when you've got no one to share it with. i've tried settling down and getting hitched, twice actually. i've watched my kids' birth, i've watched their death. i thought that after all those times, that maybe they, too, would have the burden of being forever young. but all of them came out to be mortal. when my first wife got sick with leukemia, i tried restoring her cells to their original, healthy state, but my abilities had no affect on her. she died a little less than a year after her diagnosis since back then there wasn't any treatment for it. after her death, i took up teaching at walker's. that time it had just opened up. i taught there for a few years, since i had previously graduated from college about six times, each time majoring in different studies. as you can see, i had a lot of time on my hands. i taught there for a few years (about forty to be precise) and then decided to do other things with my life. while traveling the world, i met my second wife. she was my tour guide in rome, and we got married in paris, france. with her, i had a few kids. she lived even shorter than my previous wife, she was shot in the head. her assassin was one of my acquaintances (well, i called him my acquaintance, but he was more like a friend. i only knew him a mere twenty years). i hunted him down and murdered him. the cops chased me for thirty plus years or until they were dead. i returned to walkers school, where they promised to eliminate my criminal records if i took up teaching history amongst other classes. they couldn't find a more perfect candidate than someone who's experienced it all. i'm also in charge of teaching students how to control their abilities and live with the choices they make by using them in a little class i like to call philosophy for the exceptionally gifted.

I COULD USE A

dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'

my name is kristine and i live in the pacific time zone. i am eighteen years old. i do not have any characters, but i am planning on creating at least one more hopefully. oh, right, the password is ADMIT EDIT.

thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you

this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.