Post by annie2 on Dec 6, 2011 19:02:35 GMT
august holden blaine
i’m guessing messing up’s what i’m about
kicking and screaming inside my head
[/center]age;; twenty-one
gender;; male
band you are affiliated with;; live tonight
position in band;; lead vocals and rhythm guitar
sexuality;; pansexual
play-by;; john o’callaghan
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EASY-GOING
there’s really nothing in the world august hates more than getting his mind all worked up over something that, in the end, is definitely not worth him putting all kinds of efforts into it. he simply prefers to let things go with the flow instead of making sure they happen. you could also see that part of his personality in the way that he’s definitely not a demanding person. in fact, he’s pretty much the easiest person to please you will ever meet. he really hates anything elaborate and he’s definitely not the consuming type. unlike many of his age, he doesn’t think he always needs more and more to be pleased. he doesn’t generally think he needs the latest ipod, the latest iphone. he’s actually just fine with whatever he has as of now and doesn’t bother with looking for anything more. of course, if the opportunity comes along, he definitely won’t refuse it. he’s just not one to go looking for it.
CHARMING
august has a way of making absolutely everyone love him, even if he can generally be the most annoying and arrogant asshole you have ever met. his good looks and absolutely charming smile makes it really simple for him to seduce just about anyone who he might want to seduce. even if he generally looks like the stupidest crayon in the box, he has a rather high quality of language and definitely uses it to his advantage. he usually knows words you’ve never even dreamt of for some reason and uses them to make people think he’s really smart or something.
IMPULSIVE
august never really thinks twice before doing something. if he has an idea, he’ll most likely just do it without thinking of the consequences that might be behind it. it’s mainly what explains the fact that he’s a total whore. he doesn’t really think before sleeping with someone. he does it, and that’s it. to be honest, he thinks it’s the person’s problem if they’re already in a relationship. he’d prefer that the people who he sleeps with are not with someone already because he thinks it’s disgusting to do that to someone you love. but then again, it’s not his problem. as long as he’s not the one cheating on his boyfriend or girlfriend, he’s fine with it. plus, he’d never do such a thing.
likes;; taking long walks, smoking, sunglasses, fun-sized girls, being a whore.
dislikes;; bitches, people who can’t have fun, laying around, rain, judgemental people.
quirks and habits;;
strengths;; writing lyrics, sleeping around, making a fool of himself, chameleon
weaknesses;; showing any kind of emotion, brunettes, beer, cigarettes
fears;; she’s scared she’ll never accomplish anything in her life.
goals;; becoming a great critic of music and go to concerts for the rest of her life.
history;;
• august holden blaine was born on october thirteenth, nineteen ninety, to wendy mariah kessler and jaimeson dallas blaine, both junkies working respectively at wal-mart and mcdonalds their whole life. his family lived in a five room apartment. one room for the three boys, one room for the two girls, one room for the parents, a bathroom and a living room with was also used as a kitchen.
• since he was the oldest and his parents pretty much didn’t give a damn, august was the one who generally took care of everybody else and made sure they ate and took their baths and everything else. he was also the one who, when they all were old enough, made sure they did their homework and signed the exams they brought back home.
• august developped his interest in music around the age of eight years old when he started stealing his father’s old records and listening to them over and over again even if his brothers threatened to shoot him if he didn’t stop that crappy music.
• at the age of fourteen years old, august started to get into smoking, drinking and doing drugs. most nights, he’d go out after the little ones were in bed and go party with his friends. of course, his parents barely ever noticed that he was out and would generally let him do whatever.
• it only got worse when he started high school. he actually started not giving a damn about his brothers and sisters as well. however, once he noticed what he was doing and how he was slowly becoming just like his parents, he refused to let it go on and took care of the little ones again.
• when he was sixteen years old, the custody of their children was taken off of their parents shoulders and they were all put in different foster homes. august was lucky enough to be in the same house as one of his sisters and keep taking care of her. he never saw the others again
• at that moment, he started really getting serious about his music and started writing lyrics and all that jazz. he would sing to his little sister at night to make her go to sleep when she was scared and thinking about what had happened to the others.
• that was just about when he met the other members of the band and they started playing together. he would spend most of his time out of his foster home because he pretty much hated his foster parents but he’d still always make sure his sister was alright.
• through all that, he still had a lot of problems with his drinking, his smoking, and his drug-doing, but he has tried to put an end to it because music as of now is the most important thing to him.
• his biggest fear is really to end up like his parents and not care about his own children. he would hate that. he truly hopes he becomes a great person and doesn’t mess everything up, in the end.
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age;; seventeen
what makes the world go 'round?;; ;D admin'd
roleplay sample;;
reading a book was definitely one of her favourite things to do when she was bored and had absolutely nothing else such as homework or some other thing to do. few people simply read for fun nowadays. people of her age enjoyed much more going out and getting as drunk as someone could possibly get. they had sex here and there and then went back home complaining about how much their head was hurting. the teenager led a much simpler lifestyle than all of those and she liked to think it was by choice even if she knew that, if she had chosen otherwise, she still would have not been able to live like her peers. so books were the things she loved the most as of now about life. before, if you asked her what she liked to do, she would have answered you that she enjoyed having a conversation with someone about an interesting subject of any kind. however, that opportunity had not been given to her as of lately and so books were the only thing she had. it was kind of the same, to be honest, except from the fact that, instead of being in contact with flesh and warmth, you were in contact with paper. period. but she liked it. she liked how she could simply let herself fall into their universe. most of the time, she would find herself becoming part of the story, as if she was truly living it with the characters. it had been rather pathetic after she had finished reading harry potter, really, running around and making it seem like if she could actually hex someone. she was convinced it would not have surprised a few people that she was, in fact, a witch. she had, after all, been called like that once. but that was not the point. she had found some kind of comfort in books, as if she could let go of everything that was on her mind as she read them. she would forget about every single one of her problems and fully focus on the story. other people would have normally went to talk to one of their friends or to their parents, but it was not like she could do such a thing, was it?
gabriella did not exactly have a bad relationship with her parents. she loved them and they loved her right back. however, she had always had the feeling that, whatever she did, it was never enough for them. she always needed to do more, to be better at school, to be better in life. they did not seem to understand that every person had their weaknesses. perfection did not exist in the world but they seemed to think that it did and that their daughter should have represented it. they thought that they, themselves, were perfect and that they could not have procreated an imperfect child. as a child, she would always have that pressure from her parents on her shoulders. she would try to please them in whichever way she could which explained that she did not exactly have any close friends when in elementary school or in middle school. even if she was going to one of the best schools through the entire country for her high school years, she had decided to stop studying for her parents. it was not that she hated it. in fact, she loved learning new things and she did not mind it at all, as long as she was not doing it because she was forced to. even if it was pretty much all that she knew how to do perfectly, she would find other things to do when she did not feel like studying. it was the main thing she loved about being away from home. she could finally do whatever she wanted, even if those things were only reading a good book or spending time by herself. she was not constantly pushed in the back to have good grades. in fact, her grades had improved ever since she had gotten away and her parents were not complaining at all.
her life did sound pathetic when you thought about it. to be honest, gabriella did find it quite sad that she pretty much did nothing else then spend her life studying and reading and spending time by herself. however, she accepted everything about it. it was not like she could do much anything about it. her peers would not have let her and she was not exactly ready to go through a transformation such as the one preston had been through. there she sat, reading her book as people passed by, not noticing her at all. she was convinced that they did not want to notice her, in fact. they simply walked by without even daring to shoot a glance in her direction. she did not even know if they had seen her. she would have not been surprised if they had not. it seemed, to her, that she somehow had become part of the background, lately, and so it surprised her when she heard a voice salute her a few minutes after she had sat on that bench. in fact, it surprised her so much that she jumped slightly and almost dropped the book she was holding in her lap. she swallowed with difficulty as she looked up, wondering who could have been talking to her. she had some friends, sure, but none that would have been outside at this time of the day. in fact, most of her friends were just like her. they would spend most of their time in the library, just like she used to do, so she guessed that it was really unlikely to be one of them.
her eyes widened when she saw preston standing a few feet away from her. however, her expression quickly went from surprised to angry, reflecting his own. she refused to let him win this time, she did not feel like being walked all over. the young girl rolled her eyes as soon as she heard him speak, knowing what was coming and she was not at all mistaken. as strange as it may seem to your small brain, preston, i have better things to do than follow a stupid jerk like you around. as soon as she spoke those words, she hated herself. she wanted to take them back. the old gabriella did not want to hurt him at all. she wanted to still be nice to him, to be his friend, even if she knew, deep down, that she could not. she stood up from her bench, not looking at him anymore, simply because she could not without seeing the friend she had once loved. was i sitting on your bench? she turned around, looking down at the bench and seeming to be searching for something. oh, wait. your name’s not written on it. she sat back down and looked back up at preston, frowning slightly. guess you can leave, now.
gabriella did not exactly have a bad relationship with her parents. she loved them and they loved her right back. however, she had always had the feeling that, whatever she did, it was never enough for them. she always needed to do more, to be better at school, to be better in life. they did not seem to understand that every person had their weaknesses. perfection did not exist in the world but they seemed to think that it did and that their daughter should have represented it. they thought that they, themselves, were perfect and that they could not have procreated an imperfect child. as a child, she would always have that pressure from her parents on her shoulders. she would try to please them in whichever way she could which explained that she did not exactly have any close friends when in elementary school or in middle school. even if she was going to one of the best schools through the entire country for her high school years, she had decided to stop studying for her parents. it was not that she hated it. in fact, she loved learning new things and she did not mind it at all, as long as she was not doing it because she was forced to. even if it was pretty much all that she knew how to do perfectly, she would find other things to do when she did not feel like studying. it was the main thing she loved about being away from home. she could finally do whatever she wanted, even if those things were only reading a good book or spending time by herself. she was not constantly pushed in the back to have good grades. in fact, her grades had improved ever since she had gotten away and her parents were not complaining at all.
her life did sound pathetic when you thought about it. to be honest, gabriella did find it quite sad that she pretty much did nothing else then spend her life studying and reading and spending time by herself. however, she accepted everything about it. it was not like she could do much anything about it. her peers would not have let her and she was not exactly ready to go through a transformation such as the one preston had been through. there she sat, reading her book as people passed by, not noticing her at all. she was convinced that they did not want to notice her, in fact. they simply walked by without even daring to shoot a glance in her direction. she did not even know if they had seen her. she would have not been surprised if they had not. it seemed, to her, that she somehow had become part of the background, lately, and so it surprised her when she heard a voice salute her a few minutes after she had sat on that bench. in fact, it surprised her so much that she jumped slightly and almost dropped the book she was holding in her lap. she swallowed with difficulty as she looked up, wondering who could have been talking to her. she had some friends, sure, but none that would have been outside at this time of the day. in fact, most of her friends were just like her. they would spend most of their time in the library, just like she used to do, so she guessed that it was really unlikely to be one of them.
her eyes widened when she saw preston standing a few feet away from her. however, her expression quickly went from surprised to angry, reflecting his own. she refused to let him win this time, she did not feel like being walked all over. the young girl rolled her eyes as soon as she heard him speak, knowing what was coming and she was not at all mistaken. as strange as it may seem to your small brain, preston, i have better things to do than follow a stupid jerk like you around. as soon as she spoke those words, she hated herself. she wanted to take them back. the old gabriella did not want to hurt him at all. she wanted to still be nice to him, to be his friend, even if she knew, deep down, that she could not. she stood up from her bench, not looking at him anymore, simply because she could not without seeing the friend she had once loved. was i sitting on your bench? she turned around, looking down at the bench and seeming to be searching for something. oh, wait. your name’s not written on it. she sat back down and looked back up at preston, frowning slightly. guess you can leave, now.
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