Post by bassie on Dec 27, 2011 1:46:04 GMT
bastian jarratt reid
Can't be your savior, I don't have the power.
I'm not gonna stay and watch you circle the drain.
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age;; 19
gender;; male
band you are affiliated with;; Alpha Bravo Charlie
sexuality;; straight
position in band;; Merch
play-by;; Sam Miller <3
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He can be loud, and he can be very off topic. He is diagonosed ADHD, and he doesn't take meds anymore. His mother was a drug addict, and he didn't ever think anything about taking the pills till he figured out she started taking them, and then anything else she could get her hands on, and he saw it happen, and she eventually overdosed and she killed herself. He was the one who found her, and he still sees it sometimes when he closes his eyes. Because of that? Drugs are not okay with him, not for a second. And, that's where is quick temper comes in. If Bassie finds out you do drugs, he doesn't like to associate with you, and if you try to force it on him, or anyone else, he will get mad, and he might walk away, he might start a fight, you just never know.
Overall, he is just energetic, straight edge, happy and extremely random. He can't stay on topic for anything if he's in a good mood, and generally, he tries to make people happy. If he finds out someone needs some sort of help, he does his best to make sure he can help them. He thought he could help his mother, and he lost her, but he couldn't. So he wants to try again, but he knows if it's to the addiction point, there is most likely nothing he can do. He likes to help, but he can't save people, he knows that. It's a harsh truth, but he knows it.
He wants to be a part of the music scene as long as he can be, but he wants to stay behind the scenes for now. He doesn't know what his place in the music world is, but he is looking for it, he has been for a while. Music was always his escape when he was younger, and this band he works for now was the one who made his life more okay, and he's more then proud to be sticking around them now.
likes;;
[li] Animals
[/li][li] Snickers Peanut Butter
[/li][li] Puma shoes
[/li][li] Boots
[/li][li] Tight pants
[/li][li] Alabama Crimson Tide // College Football
[/li][li] Mints
dislikes;;
[/li][li] Being cold
[/li][li] Large birds
[/li][li] The color brown
[/li][li] Drugs
[/li][li] Tripping over things
[/li][li] Feet
[/li][li] The word “moist”
quirks and habits;;
[/li][li] Shaky hands
[/li][li] Eyes twitch sometimes
[/li][li] Nail biter
strengths;;
[/li][li] Friendly
[/li][li] Passionate
[/li][li] Strong willed
[/li][li] Straight Edge
[/li][li] Drug-free
weaknesses;;
[/li][li] Quick tempered
[/li][li] Judges some people quicker then he should
[/li][li] Baby animals
[/li][li] Labrador Retrievers
[/li][li] Academics
fears;;
[/li][li] Losing someone else to drug addiction.
[/li][li] Falling.
goals;;
[/li][li] To make it in the music business, regardless of what everyone always told him.
[/li][li] To be a father, and a damn good one at that.
history;;
[/li][li] He was born to a military family in Fort Worth, TX.
[/li][li] They relocated every few years, till his father retired and took a corporate job in New York city.
[/li][li] He was the middle of three kids, and was the only boy.
[/li][li] His oldest sister is 3 years older then him, and his younger sister is 2 years younger.
[/li][li] Once they settled in New York, the kids started public school and their father started to work at the World Trade Center. Their mother stayed at home.
[/li][li] The entire family was shattered on 9/11/01 when a plane hit the towers, and their father was among the dead.
[/li][li] When their mother found out the news, she slowly spiraled into depression, and eventually became a drug addict.
[/li][li] The family never really talked about what had happened, and that really weighed down on Bastian. He didn't understand what to think, he was only 10 when he lost his father, and he just wanted to know why.
[/li][li] He considered going into the Military as he grew, and it was his ambition through most of school, but eventually he knew he wasn't cut out for service.
[/li][li] He began to work at a record store on a block near his house, and he became engrossed in the music world, and knew this was his escape, music and his job.
[/li][li] Working with music became his passion. He learned he wasn't a bad singer, but he needed work. He did some vocal classes, and started playing the piano. Soon, he was doing well enough to play at his store every few weeks.
[/li][li] His world was uprooted again when he was 17, and he found his mother on the bathroom floor. There were pills everywhere, and she was dead from a drug overdose. He had done everything he could to get her to stop taking, he flushed them down the toilet, buried them, threw them away far from home. Everything, and nothing worked.
[/li][li] He and his sisters didn't really know what to think, but somehow, they got through it together, it was better for them this time around, though none of them really knew what they had done wrong to have this happen to them. But, eventually life did get back to as normal as it had been before. He did start to hate drugs though, because he knew what they could do to people, and he swore the day she was buried, he would never touch them or alcohol; to this day he's stuck to that.
[/li][li] He graduated high school, and started looking to get involved in the music world. He got a gig selling merch with one band he had liked for quite a while, Alpha Bravo Charlie.
[/li][li] He keeps in touch with his sisters, one who is in graduate school, and the other who just started college, after graduating high school early.
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age;; 20
what makes the world go 'round?;; ;D admin'd
roleplay sample;;
Milo wandered aimlessly, though this was slightly unusual for him. Being out in public usually made him feel weird. He didn't like being looked at, he didn't like being touched. But, there really wasn't anyone out here today. He'd seen some homeless people, but he just sort of stepped over them. he didn't really wanna do much today. He didn't have a show tonight, so what did he care. He kept his head low, his eyes on the sidewalk he walked on. He wasn't in a good mood, but not in a bad one. He gets like this from time to time, especially around this time of year. He always thought about his brother when it got close to Christmas, but he always thought about him, and his last memories of him were watching him fall, and the closer he got to the bottom, the less movement he had.
There were days he couldn't stand the fact he made it and his brother didn't. The thoughts of his brother led him to learn his first song when he started to study music seriously. Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton. Beyond depressing song, though it was very pretty and fitting for an untimely death like Eric Clapton's son, or his brother. He closed his eyes as the sound of his brother's head hitting the bottom stair, and he wanted to cry, and curl up in a corner and look like a homeless man, so people would just walk past him. He could deal with playing hobo for a day.
This was getting ridiculous. He needed to snap out of it, so he made himself brace up, nearly walking into a parking meter as he did. He smiled lightly, tripping on his shoe laces as well. He was having a moment, but he was able to pull himself back together. He pulled himself up, after he tied his shoe, and he needed to figure out something to do, so he began to window shop. He looked up in a window to see they had some vintage vinyls. He never really collected these, but he had friends back home who did. He pushed the door of the shop, and he smiled, the warmth of the store and the homeyness of being around music was very welcoming.
He began looking through the racks, and he got so immersed in the music and all the store had, he bumped into someone's shoulder. "I'm sorry." He said, not looking away from the racks for very long. He looked up for a moment, and he smiled lightly, slightly apologetically. "Hope I didn't disturb you."
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