DASHALL, sebastian alexander

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sebastian alexander dashall

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[/b] sebastian, but he hates it. he only ever gets called seb, or sebby if he likes you.
age;; twenty-three
gender;; male
band you are affiliated with;; neon lover
position in band;; bassist
sexuality;; straight
play-by;; dougie poynter
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[/b] on first impressions seb is pretty quiet. anyone who has seen the band perform only once immediately label him as the broody-looking, silent one, who never speaks a word most of the time and just follows the league of the other members in the band with his head down. they're pretty outgoing all of the time, so next to them seb looks like the most quiet band member ever. he's not easily distracted at all. if you try and talk to him if he's trying to do something, he won't respond. he'll be too caught up in trying to make sure what he's doing is finished and perfected. he's one of these hard-working people who are easily upset if they believe something they've done hasn't been done well. he gets very moody if he's interrupted while trying to do something, or mid-sentenced. but this side of seb is only familiar to those who don't know him that well. on second meetings, he's practically a different person.

to his band mates, seb has always been the one who's always up for anything. the one with the cheeky grin that dives straight into things without noticing what he's doing first. he could gladly chat to you for hours on end without running out of things to say, whether or not you actually wanted to talk in the first place. he's always been very expressive of what he believes in and tells it quite openly, never really caring if other people disagree. he is quite chirpy, and most of the time is seen with a smile on his face. a part of him is tough, but mostly he's a big softie. he's the type to cry when he watches bambi and whenever someone in the street steps on a snail. he's very caring, and loves cuddles and giving out cute nicknames to his other band members.

he is known for having a temper, but he has different kinds of temper. sometimes he gets mad and calms down quickly, but doesn't speak to the person he's been mad at for days, maybe a week or just over. sometimes he gets mad and trashes everything around him. other times, he gets mad for a few minutes, passes a comment and then hears how stupid he sounds and collapses into pleas of laughter. any time he gets mad he always apologises when it's all over. he is very playful, and childish. but that's sometimes good because of how innocent he seems on top of that. at the same time, it can get on people's nerves. whenever he feels hurt or upset he tries to hide it so people around him don't worry. overall, he's a pretty happy, cool-seeming guy, but he has to watch his temper sometimes.

likes;; playing bass, his band, touring, rain, sour sweets, beanies, slushies, online chatting, rock music, ciggerates, puppies, chocolate chips, afternoon naps, mud, meat, picnics, strawberries, aliens, dark colors, the smell of pine.
dislikes;; drama, getting caught, loosing his temper, old movies/music, light colors, girl and boy bands, cheesy pop music.
quirks and habits;; he bites his lip a lot and ruffles his hair.
strengths;; he is laid-back and easy to get along with. he's playful, and always apoligetic whenever his temper gets the best of him. he is affectionate and always up for helping out as much as he can.
weaknesses;; he is very angry whenever he gets started. he is unpredictable and sometimes wild. he is silent when you first meet him, and sometimes he's very lazy.
fears;; needles, ending up alone, the band splitting up
goals;; helping the band get successful
history;; [li] He was born in California on June 4th, 1988. His parents are called Cynthia Oriste and Dallas Dashall Sr.
[/li][li]His father and mother split up shortly after his birth. He went to live with his mother while his older brother, Dallas, went to live with their father. He reguarly visted him on Saturdays.
[/li][li] His mother was an alcoholic so the family was quite poor.
[/li][li] He learned to play bass when he was seven. His uncle came over one Christmas with his old bass and gave it to Seb for keeps.
[/li][li] His mum lost their flat when he was 9 and they moved out of California, and into New Jersey. That was where he met the band.
[/li][li] His dad noticed he had started getting stressful and angry easily on his visits, so he took him to the doctor's. Tests confirmed that Seb was bipolar.
[/li][li] His mother lost custody of him when he was 12 years old. His father then took him under his wing and he went to live with him and Dallas.
[/li][li] He fell in love for the first time when he was sixteen, with his girlfriend, April. She ended up breaking his heart less than a year later and they split up. The only people whon know how shattered he was are the other members of the band.
[/li][li] The band became properly successful shortly after his twenty-first birthday.
[/li][li] His mum died last year, after years of drug and alcohol abuse.
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[/b] ninja!
age;; n/a
what makes the world go 'round?;; lemon squish!
roleplay sample;; (This is a friends fanfiction of mine. Yeaaah it sucks xD)

Chandler bundled a few cans of beer in his arms and closed the fridge door carefully with his shoulder. He cautiously strode over to the seating area, balancing the cans on his hands, and placed them on the table in front of Ross and Joey. Their eyes were glued to the screen, intrigued at the Nix game. Chandler turned his head and immediately became fixed. "What did I miss?" He asked, not turning his head.

"Meh, nothing much," Joey said in a zombie-like tone, not moving his eyes from watching the TV.

"They nearly scored but that guy from the other team knocked that small one over," Ross mumbled. Chandler raised a brown eyebrow in amusement.

"Is he that beefy one with the pimple infection?" He asked. The other two murmured in agreement.

The sound of the door opening and closing was heard behind their heads, but they didn't even flinch. Phoebe unbuttoned her coat and hung it up on the nearest peg beside the door. "Hey guys," She said brightly. The boys half-mumbled a reply and went back to watching the Nix game. Phoebe glanced at the screen and sighed. "What is the thing with dudes and football?" She asked.

"Football's like….all that earth crap to you," Chandler said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Yeah, and people fall over," Joey said.

"I don't see the point of it," Phoebe said honestly. She peered over at Monica's bedroom door and then at Rachel's. "Where's Mon and Rach?"

For the first time since the game had started, Joey turned his head to look at her. A playful smirk stretched across his face. "Mon's taken her shopping," He told her, giggling cheekily. Phoebe looked at him blankly.

"What's so funny about shopping?"

"Uh, hello? Have you ever seen Monica shopping?" Ross asked with a shudder.

Chandler's eyes widened in horror as he thought about it. "No, don't buy that, it doesn't go with the trousers you chose back there," He mimicked in a surprisingly good Monica voice.

"Ross, what would you know about shopping? Don't choose that! It's got too much calcium in it," Ross remarked in the same voice.

Phoebe laughed. She edged around the sofa and the back of the boys' heads, they were now chanting and cheering their football team on. She ducked her head as she came to the window and looked around at some of the open windows of the apartments. Ugly Naked guy's window was wide open and she grinned, staring into the house eagerly. She stopped. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she saw something not right. That was unusual…She squinted, trying to see better. Her mouth fell open in horror. Her lips moved as she tried to stammer out the words but she couldn't. All that came out were small, horrified gasps. In the background the boys cheered as the Nix scored. They leapt to their feet and slapped each other high fives triumphantly and yelled along with the ecstatic fans on the TV. Phoebe turned to them. Her face had lost its colour, her eyes watered with pained tears. Ross turned his head to her with a big, chunky grin on his face, but it faded whenever he saw her. His grip on the back of the sofa tightened.

"Pheebs?" He said softly. Joey and Chandler turned their heads too. A tear rolled down Phoebe's cheek as she opened her mouth to utter the dreaded words,

"He's….he's not moving. His chest is soaked in blood."

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