forsythe, byron emil

[byron]

charlotte, sean o'pry, resident.
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FULL NAME byron emil forsythe.
NICKNAMES n/a.
CURRENT AGE twenty-four.
DATE OF BIRTH november third, nineteen eighty-six.
HOMETOWN manhattan, new york.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS in a relationship.

MOTHER marianne forsythe (née legrange), fifty-nine, retired actress.
FATHER peter forsythe, sixty-eight, stockbroker.
SIBLINGS barbie forsythe, twenty-eight.
CHILDREN n/a.
PETS n/a.

REASON FOR BEING IN NEW YORK been here my entire life. i've never seen an adequate reason to leave. my parents are here, as well. and my liquor cabinet.

BEST KEPT SECRETS

1. i've slept with a man. or three.
2. i own every issue of playboy ever published.
3. i completely despise my mother.
4. i refuse to love.
5. i do have a conscience, however shrunken it may be.

GROCERY LIST

1. hot cheetos.
2. ground beef.
3. foie gras.
4. chinese food.
5. a case or two of champagne.

MOST RECENT PURCHASES

1. earrings for romy.
2. new playboy.
3. roses for romy.
4. tequila.
5. future vacation in paris.

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INTERVIEW

"byron's a real dahling, i'll tell you that. so talented, too, and at such a young age! he could be anything he wanted. i tried to get him to take an acting class or two, but...well....he smashed a plate...oh, let's just not get into that! he's really very personable, always buying presents for his girlfriends and taking them out to nice dinners on the town. oh, he's a fantastic boyfriend, alright! not that he brings any of them home to meet us...but that's alright, of course! he's probably afraid we'll embarrass him. what a sweet little thing byron is. such a sweet little thing."

marianne forsythe, fifty-nine

"jesus christ. byron. haven't spoken to the bastard in years. whenever i try to get it up to call him, i just replay those scenes through my mind - the late night screaming tantrums, the throwing of lamps at marianne's face, the reckless and frivolous spending. i just can't do it. i have nothing in common with him. we'll see each other once in a while in the er - i'm a nurse there - and the visit will pass in terse silence. i can't imagine he could repair all the damages he's caused. it's just too late."

barbie forsythe, sister

"fucker. complete wanker. not a single drop of good in that boy's body. i'll admit that for a while, he was alright. more than alright. he was well nice. that is, until i found out that he'd been buying two of all his expensive, 'personal' gifts - one for me, one for my little sister. broke up with him right then and there."

madeleine salpert, twenty

"i never really knew what was up with byron. i could tell he had enormous potential - the assignments he completed were very good, top of the class work - but he never applied himself. school wasn't his top priority. he was a real trouble maker, too, always picking fights on the schoolyard or teasing the other children. we received lots of complaints about that one, let me tell you. i never really disliked him, though; i guess i saw some piece of him that reminded me of some piece of the younger me, and i couldn't quite bring myself to hate him. sure, he was difficult - extremely difficult - but he had this quality about him that was so regal, so almost tortured, that i saw past his wayward actions and that gave me hope."

balthazar grimaldi, forty-eight

"he's a real gent, byron forsythe! he'll get you into all the clubs, the restaurants, the events, with a flick of his wrist. to be honest, i never really liked him much, but the perks of retaining a friendship with him far outweigh the negatives. you just have to make sure to stay away from him if he's angry - he's got a fierce temper, and he's prone to throwing things. i pity him sometimes, seeing as i'm quite sure all of his friends think of him the same way i do - he just isn't that likable unless he's drunk (which is almost half the time, so that's alright). i can't imagine he's got any true friends, people with actual respect for him and no desire to use him for his money."

james blackwell, twenty-three

"enemy, friend, they're all the same when it comes to byron. kid's a complete prick, always sticking his nose into things he should stay the hell away from, always abusing his wealth and fucking six girls at once. i met that girl romy he's dating - i hope she gets the hell out of there before he damages her, too. she's a sweet kid. he doesn't deserve her. not at all."

mayer cohn, twenty-nine

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PERSONAL

but really, i am...

oh, they're all right. i'm the biggest asshole you'll ever meet, most likely. sometimes. i can be charming, though, and witty; i'm intelligent; i've read sartre, camus, freud, hemingway...you name it, i know it. i'm absolutely the definition of class, and i've got the armani suits to show for it (thanks, father!). i'm quite impassioned - they say i've got a temper, and i couldn't possibly disagree. i once threw a plate at my mother; barbara never forgave me for it. i have no desire to work, but i've got a few club promotion gigs going for me just to, you know, pay for living expenses (weed, vodka, and the like). i won't stand for anything less than fifteen hundred count sheets, and my playboy collection is one of my greatest prides in life (romy finds it a bit disgusting, but i think it reveals a real collector's nature). about romy...she's a real trip. dunno what else to say. i lead a terribly boring existence...kidding. just the opposite.

and i live by...

"a phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: "there are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired." -- f. scott fitzgerald

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