Post by mika on Nov 25, 2011 9:04:20 GMT
kamaili isabel chauncey
Remember when they said that what we want could never be done?
When it all comes falling down : we'll do what we want to - we'll do what we want to yah!
[/center]age;; 23
gender;; Male
band you are affiliated with;; Neon Lover
position in band;;Drummer
sexuality;; bi-sexual
play-by;; Mat Musto
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Kamaili is one interesting person indeed. Not even those close to him can seem to figure this one out. At face value, he seems like your average partier. Sure, he can get a bit desperate when it comes to trying to find a little fun but he isn't on about sex all the time. He has a really good sense of humor that some might sometimes describe as mean. However, he is extremely sincere and keeps his loyalties in check when it comes to his friends. He's a nice guy, he'll make a good friend or a good fling but he's a bit of a loose canon. He has an addiction to most every drug except marijuana. He engages regularly in the consumption of clubs drugs but has yet to overdose. Possibly due to his unstable nature, he can develop strong feelings for people that won't necessarily return them. He has an insatiable sexual appetite though, which is why he is not in a relationship. He's not above backstabbing to get what he wants and is guilty at how selfish he can be sometimes. Kamaili won't always do the right thing but you can expect him to do something that'll make waves.
Kamaili has a strong hatred of cute things. He doesn't like animals or children but is a softie at heart and so can never really hold a grudge. Kamaili is secretly a clever and manipulative individual, totally content with lying to the ones he loves. However, to offset this, he is sincere about his serious emotions and the more he wants to please you, the more he loves you. He isn't extremely good at expressing his emotions and uses sex as a sort of proxy, knowing that is bound to please someone.
He's never serious, or at least tries not to be, and not much can actually phase him. The only real emotional scars are from when he gets his heart broken. He's a sucker for love but doesn't trust himself to be able to settle down with one person forever. If anyone were to tame him, it would be someone exactly like himself. On the rare occasions you can get a sincere talk with him (y'know, whenever he's not completely wasted on drugs) he is reveal to be a sad boy who is not at all pleased with his life. He suffers from an odd loneliness that he's not eager to fix but wouldn't call himself depressed.
likes;; drugs, sleeping, sex, people in general (guys or girls, he's not picky)
dislikes;; Children, Animals, Jerks, clingy people
quirks and habits;; Kamaili is almost always high, at least just a little bit. He feeds himself a steady diet of whatever drug he happens to have on him. It's not a 24/7 inebriation but the only time he's sober seems to be when he's on stage.
Kamaili has trouble sleeping sometimes due to night terrors that he can never remember. When it snows, or when it's raining, his dreams seem to get particularly traumatic, leading him to insomnia during the winter months.
strengths;; Kamaili is incredibly smart.
Despite how weird he may act, he has an odd charm and charisma to him.
He has a way with the ladies, or at least he'd like to think he did.
Kamaili is very artistic. In addition to playing the drums, he can also play and program every other instrument/music making machine one would generally find in a band.
Through out all the trouble he may get himself and his friends into, he is one of the most loyal people you will ever find.
weaknesses;; Kamaili is, at heart, quite frigid in that he isn't able to normally express his feelings. Every attraction with him seems to be a physical attraction.
Kamaili's slightly rude or overbearing at times. He's big on contact, even with people he doesn't know.
Kamaili isn't often of his right mind because of the medication/drugs he takes.
Kamaili is literally weak, easy to manipulate and quite sheepish when it comes to fighting.
fears;; Being alone
goals;; Release a platinum album as part of Alpha Charlie Bravo or else die as a drug dealer.
history;; Kamaili's childhood was complicated to say the least. He doesn't remember much of it and most of it, save for a few flashes he has of being about 4, has be re-told to him by his grandmother, Isabel.
Kamaili was the result of young love. Ac accident that both parents were skeptical about. His mother wanted to have an abortion as she did not need the burden of a child at the age of 16 but his father, a 19 year old college student from a rich background, would hear nothing of it. So, on Feburary 14, Valentines day, he was born at about 12 noon. His father seemed to fall in love with the little boy but his mother remained frigid and regretful. After that week or so, Kamaili never saw much of his mother again.
He was raised by his father and his mother, Isabel, the woman that was the inspiration for his middle name. She had went through he very same ordeal with Kamaili's father and so, was sympathetic to her son. Kamaili's grandfather had long since been dead and, as his father remained in school, Isabel became his mother. Kamaili aged into a bright bustling young boy.
As his grandmother tells him of the last night he had with his father, his mother was supposed to come visit them. Kamaili was 7 at that time, not even knowing his mother was still alive. Kamaili and his father has since then moved away from New Jersey and were scheduled to meet Laura, Kamaili's mother, at the airport in the small town his father worked as a doctor in. She never arrived however and instead, simply called the two boys, conveying her wish to leave that chapter of her life behind her.
Kamaili's father was devastated and, out of some drunken compulsion they ended up in a car in the month of December, when the roads were slickest. There was an accident and Kamaili's father died. Kamaili himself still has a few scars from the wreck, the most notable one being a slash on his chest from where he was deeply cut by some mangled piece of metal. If you asked Kamaili, the recollection of his life begins when he was 8, back in New Jersey and living with his grandmother.
The rest of his life was lived as one of a group of five. He often says his life truly started on that fateful day he met the other members of Neon Lover. He's left his path behind him, hoping to pave one of fortune and fame. Though he wouldn't like to admit it, he wonders what happened to his mother while still holding a deep hatred for the woman.
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age;; 17
what makes the world go 'round?;; Lemon Squish (...I think...)
roleplay sample;;
This December night was quite cold but luckily the 13 year old had his favorite blanket to snuggle up with. He should probably have been in bed but he couldn't resist sneaking a peek at the old photo album stashed under his bed. His flashlight shone on the glossy pictures of a past he could never remember.
His green eyes were constantly in motion as he examined every picture in the book though he had already seem them hundreds of times before. There was always the face of his smiling Father, Keller, as he held or hugged the black haired boy. It was quite odd to Kamaili that his father had bleach blonde hair while he himself was born with midnight tresses. Isabel always told him he looked like his mother, something he hated.
His flashlight lingered on one picture. The caption below it read that Kamaili was four and had just scraped his knee. The was on a counter, his father giving him a comforting embrace as the little boy smiled widely. It looked like the cut had hurt but still, he was as happy as could be. How was it, that one person could have made him forget that his knee was bleeding, the little band aids not completely covering the wound. He loved his father so much and desperately wished he could remember more about him.
Kamaili's train of thought was broken as a water droplet his the page with a little 'tip'. He could feel the warm, salty, tears upon his face now and he switched off his light, thinking that was enough for tonight. He snuggled up in his blanket, one he had had since he was born, as the tears kept coming the more and more he thought about it. Nights were like this for him quite often -- not that he would ever tell anyone.
His green eyes were constantly in motion as he examined every picture in the book though he had already seem them hundreds of times before. There was always the face of his smiling Father, Keller, as he held or hugged the black haired boy. It was quite odd to Kamaili that his father had bleach blonde hair while he himself was born with midnight tresses. Isabel always told him he looked like his mother, something he hated.
His flashlight lingered on one picture. The caption below it read that Kamaili was four and had just scraped his knee. The was on a counter, his father giving him a comforting embrace as the little boy smiled widely. It looked like the cut had hurt but still, he was as happy as could be. How was it, that one person could have made him forget that his knee was bleeding, the little band aids not completely covering the wound. He loved his father so much and desperately wished he could remember more about him.
Kamaili's train of thought was broken as a water droplet his the page with a little 'tip'. He could feel the warm, salty, tears upon his face now and he switched off his light, thinking that was enough for tonight. He snuggled up in his blanket, one he had had since he was born, as the tears kept coming the more and more he thought about it. Nights were like this for him quite often -- not that he would ever tell anyone.
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