Post by neverfoughtfair on Sept 17, 2011 22:39:28 GMT -5
( AUSSIE MICHAEL MCCLAIN )
( twenty-three , against the code - drum tech , kellin quinn , straight)
( optimistic , sensitive , caring , loud , energetic)[/center]
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
001. Father passes away before Aussie's birth.
002. Aussie is born on March 8th to single mother Lisa.
003. One year later, Aussie's younger sister Micah is born.
004. At 18, Aussie begins noticing near constant shortness of breath and has frequent fainting spells.
005. Aussie is diagnosed with severe cardiac dysrhythmia - the cause of his father's death.
006. Medication and pacemaker. Symptoms lessen, but he's still inwardly afraid of facing the same fate as his father.
007. At 20, Aussie is engaged to long-time girlfriend Kara.
008. One month after their engagement, Aussie's pacemaker malfunctions and he is rushed to the emergency room. Kara is nowhere to be found.
009. Aussie returns home from the hospital to find her bags packed. She leaves a voicemail demanding to call off the marriage and entire relationship. Aussie is broken.
010. At 22, Aussie is on tour as drum tech for Against the Code and loving life.
NINE FACTS --
001. Aussie's extremely loyal, caring, and trusting - which can easily get him walked all over. If you're his friend, you're in it for life - someone messes with you, they mess with Aussie.
002. Aussie is in fact the name on his birth certificate. It's not a nickname or short for anything.
003. He'd rather help you with your problems than confess his own. He's got a mindset that opening up about his problems would affect those around him. He keeps all negative emotions to himself.
004. Hopeless romantic in every sense of the phrase.
005. Goes on late night walks every few days to clear his mind.
006. Massive Disney, Pokemon, and Zelda nerd.
007. Smokes cigarettes and rarely passes up a drink.
008. Only quiet when something is seriously wrong.
009. Positive, optimistic, and has a very immature sense of humor.
EIGHT LIKES --
001. Cuddling and physical affection;
002. Running;
003. Music, specifically hardcore;
004. Booze and cigarettes;
005. People with a sense of humor;
006. Pranking and practical jokes;
007. Talking to anyone and everyone;
008. Making people laugh.
SEVEN ITEMS IN HIS BUNK --
001. GameBoy Color;
002. A Batman throw blanket;
003. A pair of Pokemon pajama pants;
004. A few bottles of medication;
005. Billy Madison on DVD;
006. Old-school iPod Nano;
007. A pair of beat up Toms.
SIX RECENT TWEETS --
@gdayaussie: JESUS this hospital is super boring. Someone bring me Chipotle.
@gdayaussie: Calm down kiddies, just a check up. This kid is still good as new.
@gdayaussie: Someone is blasting Lady Gaga in the lot. INITIATE AWFUL DANCE MOVES!
@gdayaussie: And it stopped right as I was getting into it. Of. Fucking. Course.
@gdayaussie: Kill the headlights, we're never turning back.
@gdayaussie: What comes before part b? PARTAAAYYYY ;)
FIVE DISLIKES --
001. Rude or snobby people;
002. Girls who sleep around or throw themselves at guys;
003. Thunderstorms;
004. His ex-fiance;
005. Negativity or pessimists.
FOUR FAVORITE SONGS --
001. Second and Sebring - Of Mice & Men
002. Anthem - Bring Me the Horizon
003. The Thespian - Alesana
004. Smokahontas - Attack Attack!
THREE VOICEMAILS --
001. one day ago
"Hey Aussie, this is James Donavan from the Cardiology Center of Portland. Just calling to confirm your appointment for next week, the 24th. Give me a call when you get the chance. See you soon."
status - replied
002. six months ago
"Aussie, it's your sister. Kristyn called and told me she found a few last things of yours around the apartment. She said the movers are coming at ten and if you want 'em back, you better show up before then... I'm really sorry. Love you."
status - deleted
003. one year ago
"Hey, it's Kristyn. Sorry I blew up on you earlier, especially after you just got back from the doctor's... I didn't know. Anyway... yeah. So most of my boxes are packed and stuff, so whenever you get back from the show I'll be out. Cool. Well, bye."
status - deleted
TWO QUOTES --
"I can't just waltz in there, dude! Not sure if you've noticed, but I look like the Faggot Fairy himself!"
"I got another tattoo. I don't remember getting it, but this morning I woke up with it. Moment of weakness."
ONE VIDEO --
[/ul]
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
EXPERIENCE around 3 years!
CONTACT pm, bby!
OTHER CHARACTERS just this lovely kiddo <3
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
For what seemed like the millionth time, Brooklyn Fox found herself once again alone in the backstage dressing room, surrounded by scorching mirror lights and a mess of scattered cosmetics and fabrics. Her trunks and bags took up the entire vanity area; glittering black eye pencils, jewel toned shadows and creme pigments begged to be examined and used from the countertops. Sequined, glossy, and brightly colored fabrics were strewn about nearly every available surface; the room looked like a heavenly mixture of the clashing wardrobes of a Disney princess and Lady Gaga. Anywhere you looked, there was always a sparkle of light emanating from one of Brooklyn's tools or a stray spraying of aerosol glitz. The dark haired girl took one final look around, feeling the pressure of having to clean up her self-inflicted mess looming over her head like an unwanted storm. Against her better judgement, Brooklyn decided to prolong the daunting task and instead collapsed into one of the enticing leather loveseats in Forever in Fishnets' dressing room. She'd worked a long day, and assumed the giant wreck of every girl's dream that was scattered about the furniture could wait.
Brooklyn brought her legs up under her in her chair, sitting Indian style on the worn leather. She idly glanced around the room for a moment before focusing on a hung mirror on the wall nearest her - being a stylist had put her into the habit of examining her appearance every time the opportunity presented itself. She mentally prepared herself for disaster before looking closely at her reflection: an evening of sweating and generally having anxiety attacks every other minute couldn't be kind to her own hair or makeup. Sure, her job was to make the FIF girls look devastatingly attractive, but Brooklyn had a tendency to get caught up in her profession and completely neglect her own appearance in the process of getting ready for a show. Brooklyn finally surrendered her thoughts and made eye contact with herself in the well polished glass of the mirror, a bit of pride surging through her as she realized she didn't quite look like the Wicked Witch of the West (yet). Her dark hair peeked out from under a Vans flatbill, cascading onto her shoulders in thick waves. Her eye makeup had miraculously withstood the test of Brooklyn's hectic evening; satisfied, the girl leaned away from the mirror and propped her elbows on the armrest of the couch.
The strange silence that filled the room was extremely unnerving for Brooklyn. The speakers that usually broadcasted the show into the dressing room from the stage weren't present at this venue, and she was put off by the eery lack of movement or noise. She was alone in the room; the rest of the crew had rushed to the wings once FIF took the stage, and now Brooklyn found herself haunted by the emptiness.
Brooklyn slid her iPhone out of her back pocket, skimming across the dark denim of her jeans as she brought it towards her. She squinted her eyes as the bright screen sprang to life - a preview of what appeared to be a rather angry email bubbled up against her wallpaper. The girl rolled her eyes, clicking the 'sleep' button. She was nearly positive that it had something to do with her drunken antics some time this week; there had been a tour birthday a few nights ago, and Brooklyn had allowed herself (as usual) to get completely wasted. There was no telling what stupid stunts she'd pulled, and the notification was surely a chastising blow from a tour manager or girlfriend of a musician who'd seen misleading pictures. Brooklyn had gotten rather used to it, and now looked forward to getting a giggle out of some band whore occasionally shooting her a furious message about her alleged 'boyfriend's relations with the stylist; her most common misdemeanor was photographic evidence of Brooklyn dancing on some guy or even posing in the same picture as him. Said messages were usually passed around the FIF bus on a slow night, ridiculed, then promptly deleted.
She was finally uncomfortable enough to leave her spot and plug her iPhone into some nearby speakers; a few seconds later, Kreayshawn pulsated through the room. Brooklyn smirked at the song, mouthing the words as she made her way over to an empty makeup trunk. She'd given up on finding something besides cleaning to entertain herself, and let her mind be overtaken by the lyrics and sorting out glittering cosmetics.
NOTE - sorry if I wrote a freaking novel, I can bring it down to whatever word count y'all want c:
[/ul]
THIS APPLICATON TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY JANASAURUS! OVER AT CAUTION!
[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]
