KHAN, allan rhodes

[Allan Khan]

Name:
allan rhodes khan
Age:
twenty
Band Member? Techie? Fan? Band Manager?:
band member
Name of Band & Position:
your fatal mistake
bassist
Personality:
.V A N I T Y.
If there's one thing Allan is, it's vain. As most of you know, he's got absolutely gorgeous features. Especially that poofed up, spikey hair. Well, if this hair isn't perfect when he wakes up(and it usually isn't), he will go beserk and run into the bathroom to fix it. If that doesn't work, Al will stay in the bathroom all day, trying to fix it. Same goes for the extreme amounts of makeup he puts on. Well, really it's not that much, but it kind of seems like it. Just a lot of eyeliner and eyeshadow in black, of course. He's also always got to have the 'it' thing. Chanel sunglasses, skeleanimals, whatever it is, he's probably got it.

.M A N W H O R I S N E S S.
Now, being as beautiful as Allan is, you'd expect him to be a bit of a manwhore, right? Thought so. So, basically, he likes to get into a bunch of people's pants and really doesn't commit much. Big whoop.

.S W E E T N E S S.
Believe it or not, the lord of tight clothing can actually be sweet. Especially if he likes you. Sweetness and friendliness are different, mind you, so this is sooo not the same. Anyways, if Allan actually likes you, he'd do anything within reason. Get you a muffin from a really far away food tent, for example...Okay, bad example, but he's actually done that before, okay.

.F R I E N D LY A N D R A N D O M.
Gummibear is also a really friendly person. He's got lots of friends, enjoys making friends and well, loves people. If there's someone who looks like they're not enjoying themselves, he will go over to them and hang or make them feel better. With his friends, he acts like a four-year-old and often does things that no one will ever mention again.

Allan is extremely random. Onstage, he'll dance around, randomly dive into the crowd or hang on things that just so happen to be on the stage. Maybe that's why people love his band's shows. He also shouts random things at random times...Weirdo.
Appearance:

Hobbies:
playing his guitar
taking time to make himself look good
shopping
sex
Likes:
¢¾ gummybears
¢¾ boys
¢¾ his hair
¢¾ makeup
¢¾ singing
¢¾ dancing
¢¾ sex
¢¾ energy drinks
¢¾ alcohol
¢¾ having fun
¢¾ partying
¢¾ tight clothes
¢¾ his fans
¢¾ jewelry of any kind
¢¾ his tattoos
Dislikes:
[x] obsessed fangirls
[x] being called a nazi
[x] his german accent
[x] bad hair days
[x] stuck-up people
[x] being called a fag
[x] meat
[x] stains
[x] the tour bus
[x] mold
[x] dirty clothes
[x] washing clothes
[x] stale pizza
[x] hard gummybears
Sample Role Play:

tonks said:

outfit

Apartment complexes were pretty cool in Hanna's book. They had all kinds of free stuff sometimes; the breakfasts, the little candies, the coffee and everything else! In other words, Hanna just loved free stuff. She also needed to get away from the stinkiness of her apartment. Icky. It smelled like freaking feet. FEET! Feet were one of the things that scared Hanna and creeped her out. They were smelly, hairy and usually looked sick. Not her own, of course. They were adorable. But right now, they weren't really covered or uncovered. She had some bright pink leg warmers pulled partially over her feet that matched her pink undies. You could also see her metallic gold bra peeking from under the turquoise tanktop. Basically, in room gear.

Hanna hopped off the bed and ran into the bathroom to look at herself. Not because she was vain, no, but because she wanted to know if the outfit was adorable. And, in truth it was. Maybe a little slutty, but Hanna could make anything look cute with her attitude and personality. She pranced back out of the bathroom, pulling her hair into a quick and slightly messy bun. She glanced at the clock. Only nine o' clock. God. What to do what to do? Ice. Hanna could go get ice. She nodded and grabbed the ice-bucket, not really caring if she was only in her unies and her bra was hanging out. She was only in a hotel. And it's not like anyone was actually doing anything besides screwing or sleeping in the hotel. Duh.

Before leaving the room, Hanna grabbed her room key, tucking it into her bra. Yeah, into the bra. What's wrong with that? If you've got no where else to store it and all. She skipped out the door, daintily closing it behind her. Away from the door, she turned and skipped down the hallway, humming one of her band's songs. Now, Hanna was a very clumsy lead singer. Very. It was actually quite amazing that she didn't fall off the stage at shows. But she didn't. Now, however, she ran right into a person. Hanna stumbled, dropped the ice bucket and fell on her ass. A cute pout appeared on her face as she checked for her room key. That was gone too. The pout deepened as she searched for what she had lost. Hanna didn't even pay attention to the victim.

[Rayne Bridge]

Accepted! Cool character.