Post by poppy on Dec 18, 2011 17:58:30 GMT
tobias zain oakley
You could wait for a lifetime; To spend your days in the sunshine
You might as well do the white line; 'Cause when it comes on top . . .I’m gonna make it happen
[/center]age;; twenty one
gender;; male
band you are affiliated with;; Live Tonight
position in band;; lead guitarist
sexuality;; straight
play-by;; Cameron Hurley
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Tobias has a great sense of adventure, he’s easily dared to do stupid things and it often gets in trouble. His father’s had more calls from the cops than most fathers but at the end of the day; they say that bad parenting creates a bad kid. Tobias has and always will be impulsive. It’s not always a good thing and it’s gotten him into trouble before but that’s how he is. He speaks without thinking, grabs girls and kisses them without asking their boyfriend who they are stood with. He does things to get that buzz, that adrenaline rush that comes with almost getting caught; but of course there are the times that he has gotten caught. He was worse before he found the band, but now he’s sort of settled down just a little bit, although spontaneity is definitely still an issue.
He’s pretty laid back and comes across as very easy going. He gets on with most people and often has a lot of friends. Tobias has never taken life too seriously, he likes to have a laugh and a joke; usually at the expense of others. He’s always been the class clown with a sarcastically dry sense of humour, and can be a bit irritating because he just doesn’t let things drop. Saying that, Tobias is also a good friend to have; he’s always got your back. He is good at keeping secrets, and is reliable despite appearing to be very chaotic.
Tobias is most definitely a player. He likes women. He’s probably not the type of guy you’d want to meet when your drunk; especially if your a hot girl because he will promise you the world to get you into bed. He is a bit selfish really, and perhaps manipulative. He has a bit of a reputation with the ladies. Even when he did fall in love, he managed to screw it up by sleeping with someone else.
Tobias drinks too much and smokes a lot but he’s trying to quit since his father died recently of lung cancer. He occasionally dapples in drugs but tries not to because of how screwed up his brother is.
likes;; music, alcohol, tattoos, girls, cars,
dislikes;; liars, mobile phones, cheese, the police
quirks and habits;; always runs his hands through his hair when he’s nervous, never looks a girl in the eye when he’s breaking things off
strengths;; Loyal and reliable, caring & romantic when in a relationship, good song writer, creative
weaknesses;; too impulsive, a very honest drunk, family & that one girl, cars- drives too fast
fears;; That he’s going to lose his brother
goals;; To keep his band successful
history;;
Tobias’ was born twenty one years ago; to Mason & Jennifer Oakley. His older brother Zachery, was five when he was born, and was excited to have a little brother; and the family were relatively happy. His mother was a song writer, and his father worked as mechanic. There was nothing unusual about his childhood until his mother was tragically killed when he was twelve years old. It hit them all pretty hard but his father took it the worst. He became depressed and started to drink. He tried to be a good father but he wasn’t exactly the best role model. Zachery started to get involved with drugs, so much so that he was barely recognisable. As time went on, when Tobias was fifteen he began to get involved in the wrong crowd; drinking, smoking, sleeping around, the only thing he was focused on was his music.
His relationship with his father was somewhat volatile, and things came to a head when he drove his father’s car into a wall when he was seventeen. His life was a bit of a mess, and his brother landed himself in prison. That was when he met Alexis Deleon; she was his muse and his inspiration. For the first time in a long time, life started making sense. Lexi was into music as well and he really fell for her. She knew how screwed up his life was but she didn’t seem to care. They were happy, and even though his brother was in jail and his father was an alcoholic; none of it really seemed to matter.
They were together a year. One night his father came in and announced he had lung cancer; Tobias knew he hadn’t been too well lately and despite the fact that he was a smoker; it hadn’t dawned on him that he’d ever been that ill. Needless to say the news didn’t go down too well. Tobias had already lost one parent, and even though he had a volatile relationship with his father, he didn’t take the news too well. He went out, got extremely drunk and slept with someone else. He woke up the next morning, incredibly hungover feeling sick with guilt. It wasn’t that he wasn’t going to tell Lexi, only that by the time he got to see her; she’d already found out. She finished him, and that was the end of a real good thing.
He moved to Pembroke shortly after that so his father would be closer to the treatment centre. Tobias grew closer to his father, and with his encouragement he started writing music. Just over a year ago he and a friend formed a band. They only had lead guitar and drummer, but Tobias heard a guy singing in the supermarket and got him to join the band, later on they found a bassist and the rests history. Zachery was released from prison about six month ago, just in time to see his father before he passed away. Tobias doesn’t like to talk about it, but instead just ploughs himself into work.
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age;; old enough
what makes the world go 'round?;; ;D admin'd
roleplay sample;;
Lacey was dressed in long dress; the ends of which were inches above the floor. It was a typical medieval style dress which consisted of a white dress with puffed small off the shoulder sleeves, and a blue corset style bodice on top which led to a blue skirt. Her feet were covered by a faded pair of slip on shoes, and her blonde hair was curled and braided into a half up half down style with intricate twists. Lacey’s feet pound against the muddied footpath as she jogged quickly to the market, to collect a few essentials before the villagers shut shop for the night. Her silver locket bounced off her chest and a smile tore across her red stained lips. She lifted her skirt a little with her right hand; her left carrying a small woven basket. She wasn’t exactly the most traditional of local women since it wasn’t thought that women should run. Not that Lacey let that stop her.
She arrived in the market, and came to a sudden halt as an older woman glared at her. Her cheeks a little flushed, the young blonde pixie rolled her eyes. She tended to keep herself to herself whilst in town; only really making friends with her own kind or those she’d watched and found acceptable. She meandered among the fruit stall, collecting a few apples, before moving instinctually to the smell of fresh bread. It was always a treat to get a whiff of the fragrance and so Lacey was enticed. Despite being a pixie, she ate food just the same as humans; the only difference being it was a choice. She didn’t have to eat as much as she did; but she did it to fit in. She bought a fresh bread stick and wrapped the remainder of her coins in her purse which hung from the waist band of her dress.
Lacey glanced around as she watched a few stalls pack away their goods and head inside. She glanced up to the sky; the dark clouds looked heavier than when she’d set off, and the breeze was picking up. She groaned loudly as she covered her food up with a waxy cover for the basket and decided to return home before the rain storm made a mockery of Camelot. Only as she turned to face the way she’d came, the heavens opened. Within minutes her dress was soaked through; people scurried indoors. Lacey held her hands out in frustration; she’d only just finished making the dress she was wearing and for it to be ruined by the rain after such a short outing it was a great disappointment.
The blonde pixie splashed through the puddles and made her way under the arch of the courtyards wall. Once out of the rain she leant against the wall; her chest heaving as she felt herself begin to warm up; she had to be very careful that the water didn’t evaporate. Being a fire pixie was often difficult to control and the more her emotions were affected by every day activities, the warmer she grew until she burnt or melted something. It was a tad unpredictable, but she needed to cool down and relax while she waited for the rain to stop.
She arrived in the market, and came to a sudden halt as an older woman glared at her. Her cheeks a little flushed, the young blonde pixie rolled her eyes. She tended to keep herself to herself whilst in town; only really making friends with her own kind or those she’d watched and found acceptable. She meandered among the fruit stall, collecting a few apples, before moving instinctually to the smell of fresh bread. It was always a treat to get a whiff of the fragrance and so Lacey was enticed. Despite being a pixie, she ate food just the same as humans; the only difference being it was a choice. She didn’t have to eat as much as she did; but she did it to fit in. She bought a fresh bread stick and wrapped the remainder of her coins in her purse which hung from the waist band of her dress.
Lacey glanced around as she watched a few stalls pack away their goods and head inside. She glanced up to the sky; the dark clouds looked heavier than when she’d set off, and the breeze was picking up. She groaned loudly as she covered her food up with a waxy cover for the basket and decided to return home before the rain storm made a mockery of Camelot. Only as she turned to face the way she’d came, the heavens opened. Within minutes her dress was soaked through; people scurried indoors. Lacey held her hands out in frustration; she’d only just finished making the dress she was wearing and for it to be ruined by the rain after such a short outing it was a great disappointment.
The blonde pixie splashed through the puddles and made her way under the arch of the courtyards wall. Once out of the rain she leant against the wall; her chest heaving as she felt herself begin to warm up; she had to be very careful that the water didn’t evaporate. Being a fire pixie was often difficult to control and the more her emotions were affected by every day activities, the warmer she grew until she burnt or melted something. It was a tad unpredictable, but she needed to cool down and relax while she waited for the rain to stop.
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