Post by colt on Dec 2, 2011 7:13:27 GMT
colt roxanne shane
i might be proud but at least i'm proud of something, you've taken pride in becoming nothing.
[/center]age;; twenty two
gender;; female
band you are affiliated with;; neon lover
position in band;;lead guitarist
sexuality;; straight
play-by;; mindy white
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Colt is a semi complicated human being. She has a negative outlook on life, but never has ever voiced it. She is a very quiet human being. Never really having that many friends, she tends to keep to her books and music and old movies. The thing is with Colt is that her looks sometimes intimidate people and people have told her that even though her self esteem is so low she doesn't exactly know what in the world they are talking about.
She has a guilty conscious since she thinks it's her fault her mother left. She also tends to not to do anything bad. She does drink to to handle the anxiety and depression. Her personality on tour, has been brought out though. She is more social than normal and that is odd for her and she does go to parties, although she just acts like a wallflower till she gets drunk, where she is very open.
People say she has no backbone and she probably doesn't. She doesn't seem to ever say a mean word to someone. Never crossed them or raised her voice. That makes it easy for someone to just manipulate her. She is the type of person who can't see through others lies.. She doesn't have that sense of character where she can tell if you're a seedy person or not. It's just not there. It doesn't affect her that much though. She's use to it, by people in the past, that in a way makes Colt a bit of a bitch sometimes too, since she can snap.
likes;; playing guitar, sleeping, gummy bears, fun dip, old horror movies
dislikes;; sharks, fire, her mother
quirks and habits;; tends to curl her hair and tap on any surface
strengths;; playing guitar, photography, hiding her emotions
weaknesses;; spiders, her brother, her band, white chocolate
fears;; losing her brother
goals;; over come her fears such as abandonment issues.
history;;
Straight from Newark, New Jersey Comes the darling Colt along with her brothers, Cobalt, who is her twin brother, younger by three minutes and Nixon. Who, is twenty eight and working as a tattoo artist. The trio have been together for a long time. Ever since their father left them when the twins were five and Nixon was ten, they seemed to have stuck together. Colt met the rest of the members of Neon Lovers through her brother, he introduced her to all the friends she has now. Anyways, it began with her parents, who weren't married at all and never did get married, even though they were in love, their dad, Michael never made the move. Hanna Beaureguard, their mother knew well, at the back of her mind maybe. That he would leave them. Actually, she probably thought having Nixon was a way to get him to stay around.
Seven years later though, they had Colt and Cobalt born on September third, who was in Hanna's eyes suppose to bring them closer. Except that didn't happen, at all. At two years old, Mike left the three of them with Hanna, who well blamed Colt and Cobalt you could say because they didn't do their job by keeping the family together. She started getting checks from Mike, the child support ones. But they soon stopped, and Hanna didn't have the time to call a lawyer and have them take care of it. So, she just kept working as a single mom.
Nixon left the home as soon as he turned eighteen, leaving the eleven year old twins to deal with their mother on their own, who neglected them often. With that, Colt started to withdraw from society despite the fact that Cobalt was trying to get her out of her funk.To help her, Cobalt turned her to music, handing over his guitar that Michael had brought Nixon, who handed it down to Cobalt before he left. She started to play and things started to get better. For the next few years, Colt developed severe depression where doctors prescribed her antidepressants and everything. Cobalt tried helping her as did her friends. When they turned sixteen their mother left them, abandoning them in their house. They did the only thing they could think of and call Nixon, who flew back from California to take care of them.
After Nixon came back in the picture, the situation with the Shane twins seemed to lighten a bit. Without the fear of being left behind again, Colt's depression along with medications started to get better. She started playing guitar with the guys and then they all started a band and have been for two years.
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age;;18
what makes the world go 'round?;; ;D admin'd
roleplay sample;;
The various notes compiled in her own head left as Silva played harder. She knew she would probably have some good blisters left after she was done. If she was really upset sometimes they bled. She had learned the hard way she had to cut her nails. Her brother had taught her to play with her fingers and not with a pick, which most people did. But she wanted a challenge. This lead her thoughts back to her twin. A studio drummer out in California. She worried about Dalton, that he would fall into his old ways. They were both going down the wrong road and she knew who's fault it was. Silva bit down on her bottom lip in concentration as she pushed every thought of her mind. Her eyes casted downward at the bass in her hand. The world could be blowing up around her and she probably wouldn't notice. She picked at the strings carefully, this time playing one of the band's songs. She didn't even try to sing them. Knowing she couldn't reach the range of their vocalist. Silva wondered why they weren't here. She knew that they would want to be recording lately, trying to put out a new album for the fans.
Then again, it wasn't like she kept track of her band mates. Silva was a bit of a loner, recording tracks by herself was something that was pretty common when she was with other bands. It wasn't that she was upset she had to record with the band either instead of doing her own thing. She knew she had to learn sometime, but these were one of the little moments where she could completely let go and write whatever she wanted to present to them. They usually loved whatever she had written for them, even though she felt like they did that so they didn't hurt her feelings. It was obvious that someone else was in the room, she felt it, but didn't stop playing. If they wanted the studio they would simply interrupt her and either till then or when her hands got tired, she wasn't going to stop. Any sort of stress that she had built up over the past few days just flowed into her fingertips to the strings till she felt completely relaxed and at ease. Her shoulders had lost all of the tension they usually had and she was sitting back in the chair instead of leaning forward.
Within a few minutes of ending a song in her head she stopped. Sil moved her fingers around, stretching them out as she placed the bass beside her and cracked her knuckles, inspecting her fingertips which were hard with callouses. It only took a few minutes to look up and see someone else was in fact in the room. She was startled a little, seeing someone just standing there. "Oh!" she exclaimed softly as she ran a hand through her dark hair, blinking for a moment, she really had no idea what to say but when did she? She looked the male over, he was leaning up against the wall. "Sorry, I didn't check if anyone else was using the place. I can leave." She said, her Irish accent which she could never shake, blurring her words together a bit as she spoke quickly. She had grabbed her bass and was starting to pack up, figuring she better let the guy use the studio. It would be rude just to take studio time away from someone else.
Then again, it wasn't like she kept track of her band mates. Silva was a bit of a loner, recording tracks by herself was something that was pretty common when she was with other bands. It wasn't that she was upset she had to record with the band either instead of doing her own thing. She knew she had to learn sometime, but these were one of the little moments where she could completely let go and write whatever she wanted to present to them. They usually loved whatever she had written for them, even though she felt like they did that so they didn't hurt her feelings. It was obvious that someone else was in the room, she felt it, but didn't stop playing. If they wanted the studio they would simply interrupt her and either till then or when her hands got tired, she wasn't going to stop. Any sort of stress that she had built up over the past few days just flowed into her fingertips to the strings till she felt completely relaxed and at ease. Her shoulders had lost all of the tension they usually had and she was sitting back in the chair instead of leaning forward.
Within a few minutes of ending a song in her head she stopped. Sil moved her fingers around, stretching them out as she placed the bass beside her and cracked her knuckles, inspecting her fingertips which were hard with callouses. It only took a few minutes to look up and see someone else was in fact in the room. She was startled a little, seeing someone just standing there. "Oh!" she exclaimed softly as she ran a hand through her dark hair, blinking for a moment, she really had no idea what to say but when did she? She looked the male over, he was leaning up against the wall. "Sorry, I didn't check if anyone else was using the place. I can leave." She said, her Irish accent which she could never shake, blurring her words together a bit as she spoke quickly. She had grabbed her bass and was starting to pack up, figuring she better let the guy use the studio. It would be rude just to take studio time away from someone else.
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