Post by shauna1 on Nov 26, 2011 21:21:09 GMT
nevada riley enders
so why do good girls like bad guys? i've had this
question for a real long time. i've been a bad boy and it's
plain to see. so why do good girls fall in love with me?
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age;; twenty four
gender;; male
band you are affiliated with;; leftover logic
position in band;; lead vocals
sexuality;; heterosexual
play-by;; chris 'drama beats' pfaff
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nevada is a person you need to experience. he can be a lot of fun, he likes to party, and he likes to get into anything he can. he likes to break rules and then blame other people. if he has an opinion about something he will voice it and again, doesn't think of the consequences. now even though nevada is this diva, over the top, party animal it changes when it comes to relationships. nevada isn't big on hooking up, unless he's hammered. he enjoys the more softer side of relationships, such as cuddling; holding hands; and small kisses but nothing more when he's sober. he likes to be the life of the party. he drinks and he does drugs when hes partying. he's not a heavy drug user more like an event drug user. He does however smoke cigarettes and weed.
nevada's honest to a point but he also likes to see how far he can take something. he can lie through his teeth and he likes to see how much he can get someone to believe depending on the situation. nevada enjoys storms but he doesn't like to be alone during them especially at night. he's a very artistic person, when he's not fucked up; writing a song; or onstage you'll see him with his camera or sketching in his sketch pad. nevada also has a tendency to swear a lot. he's moody and can be quick tempered. music and art, along with weed, tend to calm him down.
likes;; his grandmother, his brother, attention, girls, band mates, tour life, parties, his camera, art, skate boarding, weed, cigarettes, holding hands, and cuddling.
dislikes;; his mother, hooking up, one night stands, being forgotten, thunder storms when he's alone, scary movies, being alone, and when people ask about his upraising.
quirks and habits;; smoking, getting high, and going by his nickname drama.
strengths;; drawing, painting, photography, skating, singing, and being the life of the party.
weaknesses;; expressing feelings, truly being honest to friends, and sharing the spotlight on tour.
fears;; getting hooked on drugs like his mother.
goals;; to be in a relationship longer than four months.
history;;
" well, my names nevada and i'm twenty four years old. i enjoy meeting my fans, well, i generally just love meeting new people. some people seem to think that i’m a major ass hole for some reason? really, though i’m a pretty good guy, i like to think. i mean, i don’t go around picking fights or calling people names. get in my face, though, and i’ll fuck you up. i have a big ego, that much is certain. i mean, look at me? who wouldn’t have a huge ego when they looked as good as this? hah! i love little kids. they make me smile, but i’m not ready for that kind of thing yet, so i’m pretty careful about it. they are cute and everything, but far too big of a responsibility for me when i’m so busy all the time. maybe someday.
oh, so i grew up in tennessee. really, i’m not a titans fan, but don’t tell the people in my town that. anyway, it’s boring there and not really all that interesting, but it’s home. in some weird kind of way, i love it there. um, my mom passed away from an overdose when i was a sixteen and my gram, my favorite woman in the world, died from cancer when i was about eleven. my older brother, by three years, kansas and i moved out shortly after gram passed. i finished high school, only barely, and managed to get into a local community college, but that didn’t last long. school’s not my thing.
then i met the guys - and girls - of leftover logic, before we were even a band, of course, and then things set off on the right foot from there. we started our own band and i was generally surprised about how quickly we were signed. it was what... four years? that’s a pretty short time period if you ask me. i mean our original screamer isn't in the band anymore, we keep replacing that part of our band. i don't know, it's all just a mess. here's a helpful tip for anyone who wants to be our next screamer, don't be a narcissistic asshole? thanks.
alright, anyway, you probably know all about our band’s history so i won’t sit here and bore you to death about it. i guess you probably want to know more about who i am. uh... at the moment i’m single and kind of looking, i guess. i mean, i’m not going out and searching for a girl or anything, but yeah, it’d be nice to have someone to call when things get to stressful. i mean sure i could follow everyone else and just sleep around to have that kind of relationship but it's just not my thing. i want a real relationship with a girl i can share everything with...
i love to play live shows. seriously, it’s better than sex. no joke, well okay it's not better than sex but it's pretty close. it’s the most amazing experience i’ve ever had and i would never trade it for the world. i also love to write lyrics. i carry around this notebook with me, ya know? and i write down whatever comes to mind. then at least once a week i make myself sit down and sort through all of my ideas and play with words to make a new song. then it’s a collaboration thing with the guys and then we have an idea for the next record. i like to take a song we wrote and play it live at least once before recording it, just to see how the fans take to it. if it’s a bust, i throw it out. if it’s a hit, the record studio is our next stop. but besides the shit with the band, i mean i love art and photography and if i never met these guys i would be in that sort of field. not to mention i've been told i could go pro with my skate boarding, so i mean if this band ever fell through... you could say i got options.
i don’t know, i guess this whole being famous thing is a lot to get used to. i mean, we’re not huge like whoa, but we’ve got a fan base that are extremely supportive that i love a lot. without them, where the fuck would we be? hm... if there are any fans that wanna chill, just hit me up at a gig or on my page, i will do my best to try and get with you guys at some point. i mean sure, our bands fucked up and we're on our high horses at most, all, times but it doesn't mean we aren't grateful. well i am, i can't speak for everyone else.
well that's all for now.
stay young and live reckless
xx;
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age;; twenty
what makes the world go 'round?;; lemon squish
roleplay sample;;
joey had been sleeping a lot lately. it was coming to be an inconvenience, she was missing dear party time. at this point she could spend literally three days awake and still act like she had slept for twelve hours. anyway, she laid in a bed, knowing it wasn't the bus because of how soft the bed was so it was probably some random stranger's place or wherever. she knew that he was face down on this bed, her arm hanging off the end while the other one was wrapped around someone. and she was naked, at least she knew that. the confused girl kept her eyes closed for a little bit longer, not wanting to face the headache that was making itself present in her brain. there really was only one cure for this and it was to just do more shit. finally, what seemed like hours later she lifted her head to find himself in a random room with some random dark haired boy. well, that was no surprise really. everything about her hurt right now. and she meant literally everything, which made her cringe at the thought of her evening. a soft groan escaped her lips as she felt around the floor for something. a bottle, a shirt, just something. she did find his shirt though. the only problem was he couldn’t find her bra or her panties. fuck it, he could have them as a souvenir, she had plenty more back on the bus.
the first thing that she did once she was dressed was grab all the small bags of pills, that were laying around and put them into her pockets. she was definitely not going to leave without them, that was stupid. she then grabbed her sunglasses and shoved her vans on, not even bothering to fix the tongue things that were on them. she usually just did this. woke up and ditched with the persons drugs and alcohol, although it was clear that they finished all the alcohol. that was probably why she couldn't really remember anything from last night. joey then sighed and tip toed towards the door, before closing it and then running down the hall. it was a legit run too, none of that jogging stuff. her belt that she forgot to buckle whipped behind her waist and once she got outside she groaned at the sunlight darting straight into her eyes. her eyes scanned the block and had a sigh of relief once she noticed how close she was to the parking lot of the buses.
joey didn't like the feeling of not wearing a bra or panties, her shirt was too tight and her jeans felt awkward. she turned down an alley, a short cut to the buses and an opportunity to pop the pills she had stolen from mister unknown. joey pulled out the baggie of pills. they weren’t anything special. just some oxycontin and xanax, but they would do until she could get back to the bus and her stash. as the girl went to pop the pills into her mouth, she felt his ass vibrating and she jumped as the feeling scared her. her eyes scanning the screen she sighed, twitter. joey didn't even know why she had a twitter account, she hated it yet she found herself updating a lot. anyway, she wandered around the alley until she found herself back into civilization as her high from last night reemerged. a sigh of relief returned as she saw the lot and fiddled around in her pockets for her cigarette pack. after lighting up a cancer stick she inhaled deeply and leaned against her bus trying to catch her breath as she was smiling, feeling the familiar old feeling that she loved ever so much.
when the girl caught her balance she opened the door to her bus, peeked her head inside and grabbed her skateboard that sat upright by the door and closed it again. joey loved skateboarding just as much as she loved playing in her band or getting laid, which for those who know joey know that's a lot. skating was the only thing that kept her sane when she was younger, especially before she started her partying and her parents were being total assholes. when joey started riding, she felt a sudden weight lifted off of her shoulders. the stress of the tour went away, the rumors, the sex, the drugs, everything went away.
the first thing that she did once she was dressed was grab all the small bags of pills, that were laying around and put them into her pockets. she was definitely not going to leave without them, that was stupid. she then grabbed her sunglasses and shoved her vans on, not even bothering to fix the tongue things that were on them. she usually just did this. woke up and ditched with the persons drugs and alcohol, although it was clear that they finished all the alcohol. that was probably why she couldn't really remember anything from last night. joey then sighed and tip toed towards the door, before closing it and then running down the hall. it was a legit run too, none of that jogging stuff. her belt that she forgot to buckle whipped behind her waist and once she got outside she groaned at the sunlight darting straight into her eyes. her eyes scanned the block and had a sigh of relief once she noticed how close she was to the parking lot of the buses.
joey didn't like the feeling of not wearing a bra or panties, her shirt was too tight and her jeans felt awkward. she turned down an alley, a short cut to the buses and an opportunity to pop the pills she had stolen from mister unknown. joey pulled out the baggie of pills. they weren’t anything special. just some oxycontin and xanax, but they would do until she could get back to the bus and her stash. as the girl went to pop the pills into her mouth, she felt his ass vibrating and she jumped as the feeling scared her. her eyes scanning the screen she sighed, twitter. joey didn't even know why she had a twitter account, she hated it yet she found herself updating a lot. anyway, she wandered around the alley until she found herself back into civilization as her high from last night reemerged. a sigh of relief returned as she saw the lot and fiddled around in her pockets for her cigarette pack. after lighting up a cancer stick she inhaled deeply and leaned against her bus trying to catch her breath as she was smiling, feeling the familiar old feeling that she loved ever so much.
when the girl caught her balance she opened the door to her bus, peeked her head inside and grabbed her skateboard that sat upright by the door and closed it again. joey loved skateboarding just as much as she loved playing in her band or getting laid, which for those who know joey know that's a lot. skating was the only thing that kept her sane when she was younger, especially before she started her partying and her parents were being total assholes. when joey started riding, she felt a sudden weight lifted off of her shoulders. the stress of the tour went away, the rumors, the sex, the drugs, everything went away.
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