Post by Zeke Black on Jan 14, 2008 19:55:21 GMT -5
{Ezekiel Black}
Age: Twenty One
Band Name: Federal Restriction
Position in band: Lead Vocals
Personality: Baby, he's a firecracker. You know how people were always saying the lead singers for bands were always reckless? Well, it was true. And it showed. He was the boy you wouldn't want to take home to your parents because he smelt like a keg of Jaeger Meister and wouldn't put down the goddamn guitar or lyrics sheet. He was definitely the sorts of a ladies man, and enjoyed every moment of it. Though he had a reputation for being drunk on stage, and confessing to you about sleeping with your sister through song- he did genuinely care about his friends, and whenever he had one- his girlfriend. He'd fight for either of the two options without a second thought, and it was something he did often- fight. Though the boy didn't look like much of a threat to everyone else around here, he really was quite the fighter. It had a habit of getting him into trouble, too. Especially when he was drunk. Sent spiraling into fits of rage thanks to alcohol, he really was something to watch on stage. & He loved the limelight.
Though usually no one is exposed to his more...deep side- those lyrics just didn't come off a cereal box label. He'd been through some things in his life, and he had a whole lot more on his plate than others thought he did. He was never one to break down in front of other people- but often when performing on stage, you could see the strain on his face. But did that matter? No, because nowadays everyone's face looks upset because they've all been screaming for the past four hours, and your neck eventually starts to hurt from head-banging so often. He acts like he's mister I couldn't give less of a flying fck about you; but he really does have some form of a heart. It's just that few get to see it.
Appearance:
Hobbies:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Sample Role Play,}} Life had been rather smooth for William De Lauder for quite some time. With a few bumps and patches in the road, it was otherwise smooth from the ticket stand to the edge of the roller coaster, figuratively speaking. Things had come and go, but mostly come for the boy; so life had been fairly simple towards the end. Before the move, he’d been Mr.Man Slut USA, you know the whole picture. Drinking, drugging, parting… yadda yadda. All that good stuff. Nothing had really meant all that much to the boy, aside from the fact he got he daily doses of alcohol and the right girlfriends. But it seemed the boy had turned over a new leaf after the move, even though he still appeared the same with a rather accented jawline and green eyes hidden beneath wind swept brown hair.
Sports and other more… happily looked upon subjects had fufilled the gaps where all the partying had been, and life had resumed as nothing had happened that was all too horrible before. Like felicity. But, I suppose it had been too early to judge whether or not things were going to end up well.
It’s amusing, really, how things end up. You could expect one thing to be another, and vise versa, though maybe it might be what you expected it to be all along, though that’s rare. Even so, it wasn’t particularly bad for either to be expected or unexpected; considering he’d thought the move would be horrible, since he was leaving felicity and all, but it had actually ended up being rather interesting because he’d met Isabella. Of course, Felicity had been rather intriguing for awhile, every bottle of wine eventually goes stale, no matter what quality it is, unfortunately for the bottle. But of course, William viewed himself as a bottle that never ran dry nor stale, particularly stale. Will was still fairly young at the age of seventeen, but the boy had been through various situations.
All of which he’d learned to overcome or surpass without a backward glance. Things like girlfriends had become like…. A second life nessecity, really. Loose a girl, get another. Move across country, for example, get another. Easy come, easy go; right?
Well, it had been right for the brunette clad boy for the longest time, but as I said, even the finest quality of wine runs stale after the ages. Seeing as it’d been a good deal of time since the newest bottle, it was due to be getting stale. But what were the odds of Felicity actually moving across country right after himself, let alone moving to the exact same state, city, and school? A million to one, really. Looks like she had to be that one. Not that he was /too/ horribly worried about the situation or anything, seeing as he’d always been able to get things smooth before, but he was still a little wary about it all. So when he’d seen the two girls collide in a hug, he’d simply braced himself for the reaction when he approached Isabella instead of Felicity, and planted a rather affection kiss upon her lips, and not on Felicity’s. Thanking God that the little “passing period” was only five minutes, Will started off closer to the two.
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[/font][/size][/center]Age: Twenty One
Band Name: Federal Restriction
Position in band: Lead Vocals
Personality: Baby, he's a firecracker. You know how people were always saying the lead singers for bands were always reckless? Well, it was true. And it showed. He was the boy you wouldn't want to take home to your parents because he smelt like a keg of Jaeger Meister and wouldn't put down the goddamn guitar or lyrics sheet. He was definitely the sorts of a ladies man, and enjoyed every moment of it. Though he had a reputation for being drunk on stage, and confessing to you about sleeping with your sister through song- he did genuinely care about his friends, and whenever he had one- his girlfriend. He'd fight for either of the two options without a second thought, and it was something he did often- fight. Though the boy didn't look like much of a threat to everyone else around here, he really was quite the fighter. It had a habit of getting him into trouble, too. Especially when he was drunk. Sent spiraling into fits of rage thanks to alcohol, he really was something to watch on stage. & He loved the limelight.
Though usually no one is exposed to his more...deep side- those lyrics just didn't come off a cereal box label. He'd been through some things in his life, and he had a whole lot more on his plate than others thought he did. He was never one to break down in front of other people- but often when performing on stage, you could see the strain on his face. But did that matter? No, because nowadays everyone's face looks upset because they've all been screaming for the past four hours, and your neck eventually starts to hurt from head-banging so often. He acts like he's mister I couldn't give less of a flying fck about you; but he really does have some form of a heart. It's just that few get to see it.
Appearance:
Hobbies:
- tattoo artist, and he likes getting tattoos, too.
- sketching tattoo ideas.
- guitar- though he's only the singer in the band.
- GIRLS ;D ;D ;D
- Performing on stage.
Likes:
- girls, girls, girls
- being center of attention
- being with his bandmates
- performing- its his way of venting
- dedicated fans
- people who like him just for him, even with his band
- going on tourbuses.
- writing lyrics.
- stage dives
Dislikes:
- girls who want him for the fame
- cheating girlfriends
- hangovers
- colds
- loosing good opportunities.
- watery alcohol
- bi-polar drug dealers
Sample Role Play,}} Life had been rather smooth for William De Lauder for quite some time. With a few bumps and patches in the road, it was otherwise smooth from the ticket stand to the edge of the roller coaster, figuratively speaking. Things had come and go, but mostly come for the boy; so life had been fairly simple towards the end. Before the move, he’d been Mr.Man Slut USA, you know the whole picture. Drinking, drugging, parting… yadda yadda. All that good stuff. Nothing had really meant all that much to the boy, aside from the fact he got he daily doses of alcohol and the right girlfriends. But it seemed the boy had turned over a new leaf after the move, even though he still appeared the same with a rather accented jawline and green eyes hidden beneath wind swept brown hair.
Sports and other more… happily looked upon subjects had fufilled the gaps where all the partying had been, and life had resumed as nothing had happened that was all too horrible before. Like felicity. But, I suppose it had been too early to judge whether or not things were going to end up well.
It’s amusing, really, how things end up. You could expect one thing to be another, and vise versa, though maybe it might be what you expected it to be all along, though that’s rare. Even so, it wasn’t particularly bad for either to be expected or unexpected; considering he’d thought the move would be horrible, since he was leaving felicity and all, but it had actually ended up being rather interesting because he’d met Isabella. Of course, Felicity had been rather intriguing for awhile, every bottle of wine eventually goes stale, no matter what quality it is, unfortunately for the bottle. But of course, William viewed himself as a bottle that never ran dry nor stale, particularly stale. Will was still fairly young at the age of seventeen, but the boy had been through various situations.
All of which he’d learned to overcome or surpass without a backward glance. Things like girlfriends had become like…. A second life nessecity, really. Loose a girl, get another. Move across country, for example, get another. Easy come, easy go; right?
Well, it had been right for the brunette clad boy for the longest time, but as I said, even the finest quality of wine runs stale after the ages. Seeing as it’d been a good deal of time since the newest bottle, it was due to be getting stale. But what were the odds of Felicity actually moving across country right after himself, let alone moving to the exact same state, city, and school? A million to one, really. Looks like she had to be that one. Not that he was /too/ horribly worried about the situation or anything, seeing as he’d always been able to get things smooth before, but he was still a little wary about it all. So when he’d seen the two girls collide in a hug, he’d simply braced himself for the reaction when he approached Isabella instead of Felicity, and planted a rather affection kiss upon her lips, and not on Felicity’s. Thanking God that the little “passing period” was only five minutes, Will started off closer to the two.
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