THOMAS, nikki james

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nikki james thomas

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"I am misunderstood, but I ain't always good.
I won't apologise, fuck Hollywood!

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[/b] Nikki James Thomas
age;; twenty two
gender;; male
band you are affiliated with;; leftover logic
position in band;;bass
sexuality;; heterosexual
play-by;; Jared Followill
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[/b] Nikki is like marmite, you will either love him, or hate him (most people tend to hate him). The boy is pretty well known for being a cocky arrogant shit in the music industry, but if you’re around him enough you will realise that isn't always the case. At first Nikki comes across as very opinionated and hard to impress. He likes to think he is right most of the time and never back down from an argument. Nik can be full of himself and likes to this he is God, but deep down he knows he isn't. Most people would probably find him pretty annoying as he does like to rub people up the wrong way and to taunt and tease them, but it is all harmless fun. Nikki is also pretty sarcastic and rude, but it fades in time.

When you get to known the boy, you realise that he can be a pretty nice guy who's fun to be around. He knows how to have a laugh and will talk to anyone and everyone as long as they are not too serious or boring. He is really confident so even is someone is shy he will have no problem with striking up a conversation with them. He is loud energetic and in your face 99% of the time unless he is being a hungover asshole.

Nikki can be affectionate, but it is a very rare thing to see. It will never tell a girl he loves her, the only person he has ever said that to is him Grandmother. Nik doesn't like soppy love stories or being tied down to girls, he just like to fuck them. He will offer a friend a shoulder to cry on, but only for a few minutes until he can't deal with the sadness any longer. When Nik is feeling down, he is most likely to drown his sorrows in a bottle of whiskey or lock himself away as he doesn't like to confront people about his emotions.

likes;; Bass, music in general, writing songs, alcohol (especially whiskey), weed, partying, cocaine on special occasions, sex, playing shows, skinny jeans, looking good, good hair days, sleeping until 5pm, girls, arguments, his dog Jesus, smoking, his Grandparents, his brothers, converse, being immature, being cheesy, nachos, eating in general, aliens, reading, being a loner, his band mates.

dislikes;; R&B music, people who think they are better than him cause he’s the best (:, people who are too serious, girls that cry, being sober, dickheads like him, people in general, Tennessee, bad hair days, rock bands that sell out, moaning, relationships, overly happy people, non-alcoholic drinks, the band’s manager, doing interviews, not partying, people who think they’re smarter than him and treat him like a dumb ass, odd socks.

quirks and habits;; Smoking weed, drinking too often, spontaneous singing, always hums, can’t sit still.

strengths;; Confidence, playing the bass, having a good time, writing lyrics, honesty.

weaknesses;; Being nice to people, tolerating people that he doesn’t really like, attention seeking.

fears;; Dying alone, the band splitting up, not being making it big.

goals;; Never to return to Tennessee, for his band to make it huge!

history;; “So you’re asking me about my history uh? Well this will be fun. I was brought up on a farm in a tiny little town in Tennessee. I know what you’re thinking, “Sounds like great fun!” but in actual fact, I can’t think of anything more terrible. I lived in a little stinking house next to a huge field of cows. No joke. Anyways, I lived with my three older brothers, my mom, my dad, and our dog called Louis (I liked to call him Jesus). The farm I lived on was near some other houses, and everyone knew everyone in my area. Most of the people around were my cousins, or second cousins, or some sort of relative. I was brought up to believe in God. My mom and dad made us attend the local church every Sunday with a bunch of mad rednecks and preachers. I think that is what makes me believe in aliens now, I couldn’t stand it. I guess the early years of my life were pretty good. My family didn’t have much money, or any flash processions, but we got by alright. The company of my brothers and friends are what made up for the lack of money we had in a way. I can always remember getting together with everyone in our neighbourhood on special occasions and having street parties and BBQs. My brothers and I were always fighting and arguing but I guess that’s part of growing up. Fair to say I was pretty content back then, running through the fields and messing around. Beautiful image, ain’t it?

So when I was around five or six my parents split up, for reasons I’m still not exactly sure of, but they did. It was a hard time for the family, and I don’t remember much of it. My dad left the family home and moved to Oklahoma or some other Southern state and me and my brothers were left with my mum. She found it hard to look after the four of us and we were real short on money then. I started school around that time too. I attended our small local school. I didn’t learn much, but at least it got me out of my mom’s way while she tried to make us some money. I was an annoying child through to say the least. I was always running around wild and creating a fuss, my mom would have to send me outside for half an hour to run around in circles like a idiot just to burn off energy. I was crazy. My brothers grew older and eventually there was no one really to play with. A few kids in the area were my age, but I didn’t really like them, so got used to amusing myself.

When I was ten we moved house from the farm to an apartment in Nashville. My mom got some sort of office job there so decided to up sticks and move. I wasn’t really bothered as I really hated the country, but my brothers were crazy at the whole thing. When we got to Nashville I started a new school. The kids there weren’t so nice, and we were pretty much known as the tramps of the area. I wasn’t too bothered at people thinking my family was poor, cause we were, but once again my older brothers were mad at the thought or people disrespecting them and most of all my mom. They got into fights and made a bad name for us. I got picked on really badly and my mum was looked down on at her work place, so she decided to leave the city after only a few months of being there. This time she decided to try us out in Memphis, another bad idea, not for my brothers this time, but for me.

When we moved to Memphis and my mom decided that we would be staying there, things got a bit crazy. I decided to make a huge effort at my new school. I wanted to fit in with the ‘cool’ kids so didn’t exactly try. Eventually I fell into the wrong crowd and even though I was till pre teen I found myself in allot of trouble. I would stay out way later than any twelve year old boy should, I got myself into shit at school, stole stuff, and bullied people all just to impress some lousy kids. Thinking back on it, it was a real stupid idea. All in all I got too big for my boots and my mom started to get sick of me. It was around this time I started playing the bass too. I had always loved music but my mom never really let us listen to rock. My brothers would sneak old tapes and records into the house and play them while my mom was at work. Band like U2, Thin Lizzy, Pixies and the Rolling Stones were always playing. I managed to save up enough money from birthdays and from selling the stuff I stole to buy a second hand bass. We couldn’t afford lessons so I would just strum my heart out teaching myself in our three bedroom, sixth floor flat, much to everyone else’s misery.

I continued to live in Memphis with my three good for nothing brothers and my mom until I was fifteen. My mom got sick of me when I was thrown out of school for apparent ‘abuse’ towards a teacher and getting caught with ‘drug’ on school ground (it was only weed!). If the months leading up to my expulsion from school I had been brought home a few times by the police and wandered in drunk, which I guess at fifteen aren’t really good habits to be making. My mom decided to send me to live with my Grandparents in another small farm smelling town near the very first place I used to live in. I obviously was not happy about my mom sending me away, but I coped. My Grandparents were lovely to me and accepted my situation really well. They wanted to keep me out of trouble but gave me freedom at the same time.

I started a new school and things were pretty much the same, apart from a little more toned down. I still fell into the rebellious crowd and continued to smoke weed at get drunk, however it seemed a little more acceptable cause I was getting a little older. I still caused allot of trouble for my Grandparents concerning the police and school and stuff. Everyone in the small town grew familiar with me but I would just ignore the little old ladies in the shop tutting at me and whispering to each other. Between the ages of sixteen and eighteen I loved my life. I partied, partied and partied a little more. I met girls, slept with girls, was knee deep in girls. I smoked and drank and went to school every Monday with a hangover. I didn’t have a job of any sort or even any money so I would just sponge of some of my wealthier friends. I managed to make it through school just by the skin of my teeth with the lowest grades possible in every subject, even music. My Grandparents weren’t very impressed and even though I hadn’t seen my mom in over a year, I knew she wasn’t either.

Once school was over I decided to try and get some sort of employment. I couldn’t go to college or even try and get a decently paid job so instead I found one in a rundown basement bar in the nearest big-ish city. I worked nights and got to meet some very strange characters. There was always live music playing in the bar and it was generally a good drug and drink fuelled atmosphere. I wasn’t one for doing hard drugs, but my time working in that bar had me dabbling in a few things, mainly cocaine. I still do a few lines here and there but I try not to overdo it. I wouldn’t call myself an addict, yet. This bar happened to be the place that I met my band mates. I got talking to a few of the guys one night, told them I liked music and wrote some stuff, we became friends then Leftover Logic was born, romantic uh?

The next four years of my life were a bit of a blur to be honest. Apart from the music all I have done if drank and partied. I thought I knew what it was like to have fun before I joined the band, but fucking hell, the guys sure do know how to party. We’ve basically been on the road since the day we were signed and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I hate Tennessee and everything about it. My life has changed dramatically though. Now I actually have money to spend on things and even though I haven’t seen my brothers or mom for about six years now, I feel like I have found a new family in my band. Yeah, they might get a bit sick of my overly drunken behaviour and my cocky arrogant persona but I love the guys and girls, couldn’t ask for more.

So yeah, my life story crammed into a few words. Stay tuned for the next instalment of ‘Life as Nikki’, coming soon! Phaha, how lame is that....”

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[/b] MORGAN
age;; seventeen
what makes the world go 'round?;; admin'd
roleplay sample;;

It has been a really lazy day for Rio. The tour had an off day and there was no singing events or meet and greets, so everyone was just taking it easy. Rio wasn’t a huge fan of not doing anything as she was always so energetic, but today she decided to take it easy as she wanted to be ready for the next few busy days ahead of her on the tour. She had slept in then spent most of the day on the tour bus and lounging outside in the hot Californian sun, getting to know everyone else on the tour. It was about 9:30pm when she decided that she wanted to go out for a few drinks. Even though it was a weeknight, Rio still wanted to have some fun as she was bored of just sitting around.

Rio picked herself up off the sofa in the bus and went through to her bunk. The girl already had jeans and a top on so she just had to swipe on some more red lipstick, fix her hair, slip on her shoes and go. None of the other band mates wanted to go out, so she was going to have to go it alone. When she was ready the girl shoved her phone, wallet, cigarettes and make-up into her small black bag, took one last look in the mirror on the back of the sleeping area’s door and headed out of the bus.

The girl smiled widely as she stepped out into the warm evening air of San Diego. She didn’t know the area at all but figured that she could get a taxi to the centre of town and find some club or bar to have a drink in. Rio was no stranger to drinking alone, she normally got to know people or would find someone to talk to when she was alone, so it didn’t really bother her that she had no one to talk to for the time being. Rio reached the entrance to the tour ground which was pretty near a main road so she managed to flag down a taxi in no time.

It took no longer than five minutes to arrive in the centre of the city. It didn’t seem too busy but it was still early in the night. Rio got out of the taxi whilst paying the driver and then slamming the cab’s door shut. Rio had been dropped off right outside some sort of club or bar called The House Of Blues. ”Looks ok... I’ll just go in here.” The girl thought to herself as she entered. The place was fairly busy and Rio took a look around as she walked up to the bar where she was greeted by a friendly looking bar tender. ”What can I get yah?” He asked her with a pleasant smile on his face. ”Just a beer please.” Rio replied before taking a seat on a bar stool. Rio dived into her bag and pulled out a cigarette whilst she waited on her beer. To her surprise the girl found that she didn’t have a lighter, so she turned to the boy next to her to see if he had one on him. ”Hey, do you have a lighter I could borrow?” She asked the guy sitting next to her. He seemed to be awfully sad. Rio titled her head whilst looking at him. ”And are you ok? You look pretty miserable...” She continued before paying the bar tender who had returned with her drink.

(sorry it's kinda bad, couldn't find any others)
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