Post by jay on Jul 24, 2011 16:07:43 GMT -5
( TRISTAN ALAN BORDEAUX )
( twenty-two , vox for heartbreak ave , a. gaskarth , heterosexual)
( friendly , absent-minded , honest , odd , entertaining )[/center]
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ARE YOU SINGLE?
... define... single. haha no, jay kay, jay kay. yeah, i'm single. it's a bit hard to keep a relationship going strong when i'm on the road all the time. AND NO, I WILL NOT MAKE OUT WITH YOU... or maybe i would, granted i'm provided with enough SUBSTANCES to lower my better judgment.
OMG SO IS IT TRUE THAT YOUR NEW SINGLE IS ALL ABOUT GETTING LAID? THAT'S DISGUSTING.
i'm a dude, and writing a song about getting laid was bound to happen sooner or later :L it was really just meant to be a party song, something fun to listen to. and, you know, most people write about what's on their mind. it's been about two years since i got some, and that was on my mind when we were working on the new cd D: I'M SORRY ILY <3
UNICORNS OR ZOMBIES?
ZOMBIE UNICORNS? lol idk. i think if i can to get attacked by one or the other, i'd pick a zombie because they're slow and i could always mask tape its mouth shut and have a zombie friend (: but it'd also be pretty cool to have a pet unicorn... but it'd really hurt if they tried to impale me on its horn ): IDK.
WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE THING TO GET FROM PEOPLE WHEN YOU'RE ON THE ROAD?
honestly? food, especially the healthy shit that's impossible to find at a gas station. so if you have a spare fruit platter, send it our way LOL. i'm a starving artist with no cooking talent what-so-ever. AND WHOEVER MADE THOSE CAKE COOKIES IN OHIO, PLZ MAKE MORE IF YOU GO TO THE NEXT SHOW... that totally ruined my first statement.
WHAT'S WITH YOUR HAIR?
... it's godly? lol. idk, what is with it?
IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER-POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
it's a tie down between telekinesis and flight. i'd just love to be able to get anything and everything with sole mind-power. and flight would be pretty cool because, honestly, who doesn't want to do flips in mid-air? EXACTLY.
YOU'RE BAND SOLD OUT, IHY.
... ): i don't think we did/have.. but okay.
WHERE DID YOU GET THE NAME 'HEARTBREAK AVE' FROM?
iddddkkk, it sounded nice.
WHAT'S YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT?
i sharted once while talking to fans ): i'm not saying when or where to save myself from further embarrassment, but yeah. i really had to use the bathroom after a show but there were some people around that wanted autographs. and i was laughing at something they said and BRRRRMMMPPFF, there it ripped. and as if that wasn't bad enough because i was around a lot of cute girls who wanted pictures, i poo'ed a little too and omg, it was terrible.
OMG YOU IGNORED ME WHEN I TRIED TALKING TO YOU LAST NIGHT ):
i'm sorry ): if you haven't heard, my brother recently passed away, and that was the night that i got the call... i'm not trying to make excuses, but i just couldn't handle being around people at the time because, well, yeah. i hope you understand... and we're going to be back in that town soon, as well as all the other places that were dropped because of the situation. sorry again.
<33333 TRISTAN I'M SOOOO SORRY YOUR BROTHER DIED. HOW ARE YOU?
honestly, a bit numb. it's hard to accept that someone is gone, and i'm still trying to do that. it's been setting in, though, but as it does i just start feeling more and more sad. if anything, i'm trying to forget it all happened and just move on with life. best solution in my opinion.
HEY WHEN ARE YOU GOING ON TOUR AGAIN?
we're on tour right now. after a good year of grieving i'm feeling well enough to get back on the road again, so yeah, we're hitting up some major cities this time around. make sure you buy a ticket and everythang. it's going to be a blast.
I CAN DO THESE THINGS GOOD.[/font][/b]
A- Giving advice
B- Providing comfort
C- Singing
D- Dishing out the most bad-ass remarks known to man
E- Pretending he's fine.
I TOTALLY SUCK AT THESE, THOUGH.[/font][/b]
A- Tristan fails at relationships, mainly because he’s on the road so often
B- He’s difficult to understand sometimes on terms of thought-process
C- Can’t say no to alcohol and a good time
D- Overboard sexual advances scare him shitless
E- He's still a bit hung up on his brother's death, but he's holding in there.
OMG LOL ILY.[/font][/b]
loud noises, capital letters, prank wars, ‘kodak’ moments, singing obnoxiously in public, life, his band, touring, meeting new people, party time, socializing, hugging strangers, tweeting, facebook, the squeaky clean feeling after taking a shower, snuggling up against people, playing video games until five in the morning, da booze
OMG WTF GTFO.[/font][/b]
whores, hangovers, boring situations, dishonesty, miley cyrus, backstabbers, oranges, people sitting on his pillows, waiting, stalkers, people who come on too strong, being away from home, acting semi-normal, being alone, ignorance, waking up early, long distance relationships, being a grease monkey
TRISTAN’S TO-DO LIST[/font][/b]
A- Find that ‘special someone’ (Brownie points if they can travel with him).
B- Discover what makes the tour bus smell so strange (Possibility: Old Pizza?).
C- Possibly lay off the drinky-drink (parties, however, remain essential).
D-
E- Make it big without
E- Get over his brother.[/ul]
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EXPERIENCE a lot? I hardly keep track, but I'd say around like, 6-7 years.
CONTACT PM, or AIM (jayyybirdd).
OTHER CHARACTERS none.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE I've got no idea why all the samples I have saved are ranging between 800-1300 words XD On a lazy day I normally write about 500-600, so don't be scared by this beasty ): It happens during my more museful moments, and even then I just like to RP, lol
Albus hated the outdoors. Anyone who knew the poor excuse of a Potter was perfectly aware of this fact. To him, it was dangerous. The outdoors served as a threat no matter how good of a day it appeared to be. Rain held the promise of getting wet, therefore making him miserable. The sun was hot and Albus, from past experience, learned of his over-talented ability to tan. Whatever Mother Nature had set forth, Albus always found an excuse to miss out on. It was too cloudy, too damp, and there had been a forecast of pixies attacking the grounds. He had to study, there was a test he need to make-up, and he needed to see the nurse for a strange aching in his left knee. His lack of knowledge on the joys of hiking or running, or anything but a mandatory outing for Care Of Magical Creatures or fresh potion ingredients, well reflected his supreme hatred for the outside world. To Albus, happiness was found in the form of books and homework, parchment and ink. If there was any reason for the sixteen year old to venture out, it had to be something worth his wile.
Well, as previously stated, there were few reasons why Albus Potter dared to go outside. As the lanky sixteen year old trudged across the grounds a single thought crossed his mind. It provided reason enough for him to take his chances in risking life and limb. Albus, you see, was in fact out of a specific weed found only in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. Why he needed this weed was obvious only to him. After reading for what seemed like years, Albus had committed to memory the ingredients to one potion meant to increase ones eyelash length. It wasn’t that he needed something to further enhance his positive appearance. He was perfectly content with how he looked, exception being that he had inherited more of his mother’s feminine features than his father more chiseled looks. James, of course, had taken that trait from the so-called gene pool, and yet this fact was beside the point. Albus felt the need to create this potion solely because of its complexities. Such was a potion only master by a select few, even with the ridiculous outcome it presented. Until Albus had reached the final chapters of his potions book did he discover that lengthening eyelashes through a potion was such a difficult task. Being a difficult task, Albus found that he had to attempt it. After so many previous potions created, his lack of one of the most basic ingredients to many potions served as an obstacle.
And so, Albus had a very good reason to venture outdoors. Although ordering the ingredient was more his thing, time and money were both saved through Albus’s own adventures to find what he needed. The weed, as found through research, was said to exist in the Black Forest, and though the place had been forbidden Albus could not allow such limitations to get in his way. He had chosen a reasonable time to begin his mission. He had decided that mid-day was the perfect time to go into the forest without anyone’s knowing. Lunch was taking place and people socialized more within the Great Hall than anywhere else in the castle. Dress shoes, of all things for the boy to wear, paced the across the grounds and closer toward the forest every second. Black jeans comfortably fit his waists. A blue t-shirt hung loosely about his frame, covered with a faded gray jacket. It hadn’t been too cold of a day, but Albus was always one to complain. Warm gloves covered his hand to curb away and cold. They also would serve as a way to protect his hands from any dirt in the near future. Slung across his left shoulder was a messenger bag that contained very few belongings. A jar and book were the only two things besides a small notebook and a writing utensil. The boy sighed heavily as he reached the end of Hogwarts grounds. Before him stood the forest, all the more intimidating now that he was face to face with the army of trees. Albus, however, merely closed his eyes and stepped forwards, further walking into the forest in the search for his weeds. He was very cautious of his surroundings as he walked in deeper. It served as a relief when he found a small clearing.
There was, sadly, another person already occupying the small opening. Furthermore, Albus believed that the growth within the clearing was the weed he needed for his potion. Cursing to himself, Albus hoped that whoever the girl was would be leaving soon. In the meantime the Slytherin planned to just remain in the foliage. Of all the moments to trip, however, Albus had picked the worst time to when he stepped back and fell over a tree root. He cursed madly at the top of his lungs as he felt himself fall and hardly hit the ground, a seething pain reaching up his back and his head as he met the cold ground. A few more curses were given off angrily as his fist in frustration hit the soil. His cover had been blown, and Albus was quite sure that the girl had heard him.
Well, as previously stated, there were few reasons why Albus Potter dared to go outside. As the lanky sixteen year old trudged across the grounds a single thought crossed his mind. It provided reason enough for him to take his chances in risking life and limb. Albus, you see, was in fact out of a specific weed found only in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. Why he needed this weed was obvious only to him. After reading for what seemed like years, Albus had committed to memory the ingredients to one potion meant to increase ones eyelash length. It wasn’t that he needed something to further enhance his positive appearance. He was perfectly content with how he looked, exception being that he had inherited more of his mother’s feminine features than his father more chiseled looks. James, of course, had taken that trait from the so-called gene pool, and yet this fact was beside the point. Albus felt the need to create this potion solely because of its complexities. Such was a potion only master by a select few, even with the ridiculous outcome it presented. Until Albus had reached the final chapters of his potions book did he discover that lengthening eyelashes through a potion was such a difficult task. Being a difficult task, Albus found that he had to attempt it. After so many previous potions created, his lack of one of the most basic ingredients to many potions served as an obstacle.
And so, Albus had a very good reason to venture outdoors. Although ordering the ingredient was more his thing, time and money were both saved through Albus’s own adventures to find what he needed. The weed, as found through research, was said to exist in the Black Forest, and though the place had been forbidden Albus could not allow such limitations to get in his way. He had chosen a reasonable time to begin his mission. He had decided that mid-day was the perfect time to go into the forest without anyone’s knowing. Lunch was taking place and people socialized more within the Great Hall than anywhere else in the castle. Dress shoes, of all things for the boy to wear, paced the across the grounds and closer toward the forest every second. Black jeans comfortably fit his waists. A blue t-shirt hung loosely about his frame, covered with a faded gray jacket. It hadn’t been too cold of a day, but Albus was always one to complain. Warm gloves covered his hand to curb away and cold. They also would serve as a way to protect his hands from any dirt in the near future. Slung across his left shoulder was a messenger bag that contained very few belongings. A jar and book were the only two things besides a small notebook and a writing utensil. The boy sighed heavily as he reached the end of Hogwarts grounds. Before him stood the forest, all the more intimidating now that he was face to face with the army of trees. Albus, however, merely closed his eyes and stepped forwards, further walking into the forest in the search for his weeds. He was very cautious of his surroundings as he walked in deeper. It served as a relief when he found a small clearing.
There was, sadly, another person already occupying the small opening. Furthermore, Albus believed that the growth within the clearing was the weed he needed for his potion. Cursing to himself, Albus hoped that whoever the girl was would be leaving soon. In the meantime the Slytherin planned to just remain in the foliage. Of all the moments to trip, however, Albus had picked the worst time to when he stepped back and fell over a tree root. He cursed madly at the top of his lungs as he felt himself fall and hardly hit the ground, a seething pain reaching up his back and his head as he met the cold ground. A few more curses were given off angrily as his fist in frustration hit the soil. His cover had been blown, and Albus was quite sure that the girl had heard him.
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