Post by caitlyn2 on Jul 26, 2011 6:57:39 GMT -5
( ZANE ALEXANDER ROMERO )
( twenty two , rhythm guitarist for stereo obscurity , vic fuentes , bi curious )
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@zaneisababe: why does everyone expect me to wear a sombrero? 8|
@zaneisababe: DO YOU SEE THE LLAMA I SEE THE FUCKING LLAMA.
@zaneisababe: hahahahaha busting a gut. “@beeeethistotallyrad: i’m not a girl.”
@zaneisababe: go get your eyes checked, chica loco. “@beeeethistotallyrad: you are not a babe.”
@zaneisababe: dondo se isabela cuando la necesitas?
@zaneisababe: fiesta fiesta fiesta fiesta fiesta ~
@zaneisababe: so apparently my accent makes me sound like a bogan? gee thanks. much love. 8|
@zaneisababe: pretty sure some dude just grabbed my package…
formspring questions:
are you a girl?
no. next time you come see us play i’ll prove it for you. (;
ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE.
yes, that is my name. why are you calling it?
can you play any other instruments besides guitar?
yes, i can. i can sing. and i can play the piano. i can also kind of play the drums c:
do you have balls?
for the last time, i. am. a. dude.
you don’t look like a guy.
what kind of chicas are you around?
how many tattoos do you have? and when did you get them?
unlike my brother, who’s pretty much covered in them, i have none o;
four whos.
who are you?
“shouldn’t you know that? ( pauses for a moment ) i’m zane. rhythm guitarist for stereo obscurity. part time bamf full time uh. i dunno. I FAIL AT THIS KIND OF THING OKAY? i come from a land down under. hence my accent. well i was originally born in spain, but that is beside the point. MOVING ON.”
who do you admire?
“myself. ( laughs ) uh. i dunno. possibly someone like billie joe armstrong? he’s pretty cool. i met him once. and that was pretty rad. or my mum. i’d like to be able to cook like her. her cooking is….asombroso”
who has made the biggest impact on your life?
“uhm. probably my friends and family. i really don’t know.”
who would you rely on to bail you out of jail?
that’s a good question. uh. i’d hope my brother would, but i tend to piss him off a lot, so i dunno if he would. i don’t really intend to get him annoyed, well, sometimes i do, it’s just so entertaining to get him fired up. he’s so easy to annoy ( laughs ) i’d hope my sister would, if my brother didn’t.”
three hows.
how old are you?
“didn't i already tell you that? i'm twenty three. someone needs to go get their hearing aids checked.”
how many languages can you speak?
“fluently? three. english, spanish, and sarcasm. ( laughs ) uh. i can speak fluent english, and i can speak spanish. i’m not great though. everyone expects that just because i’m spanish i should be a pro at spanish but i’m not.”
how do you like tour? (so far)
“it's pretty awesome, getting to do something you love for a living. i love my fans. i’m not just saying that. i really do. they’re all a bunch of fucking magnífico bamfs. yes, even the dudes. without them, we wouldn't be here. i'm not one of those kids that pretends they have no time for their fans. if they want a signature or a photo or something, i figure, why the hell not?”
two have you evers.
have you ever run around naked?
“yes. lots of times drunk, and a few times sober. i don't really like pants.”
have you ever gone skydiving?
“no, but i want to. i think it'd be a pretty awesome experience, so that's definitely on my to-do list. right underneath your mom. ( laughs )”
one do you.
"do you like pineapples?"
“someone asked me this on formspring i think a few days ago. anyway. i hate them. they’re gross. and also, i’m allergic.”
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likes: pretty girls. food. his mum. music. concerts. being loud. good jokes. his little sister. guitars. sleeping. lazy days. fridays. drinking. parties. valentine’s day. hugs. hugging random people. pepsi. his mother’s cooking. video games. skateboards. hoodies. friends. pulling pranks. laughing. junk food. being lazy.
dislikes: mondays. rules. being told to be quiet. waking up early. rebecca black. really cold weather. when twitter is over capacity. people who ask him if he’s really a guy. his sister’s cooking. cough drops. falling over on stage (even though he does it all the time). being told what to do. cancelling shows. candle wax. assholes.
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EXPERIENCE a lot
CONTACT pm for all
OTHER CHARACTERS riley anderson
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE so i forgot to do this for riley /flails. note: posting lengths vary a lot.
The dark haired boy was munching away on his fries contentedly until a familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts and made him look up. “Is it really that obvious?” Riley was kind of disappointed when Tahlia pointed out that he looked like he’d just woken up. Sure, he had, but he’d made some sort of an attempt to look decent. He used to be a person who didn’t really care about his looks. He’d go out with his hair sticking up in all directions and not really give a fuck. He used to not give a fuck what people thought about him, but lately, that had changed. Riley was rarely himself anymore, he was always trying to make people happy, and be what they wanted him to be. He was a bit of a people pleaser, to put it simply. He liked to be liked. But who didn’t? Well, unless you were fucked up in the head. Which the boy kind of was but that was beside the point. Who wouldn’t be fucked up in the head though if you’d been through what he’d been through? Maybe to some, it wasn’t that major. But to him it was. He loved Vivian with all his heart, even if people constantly told him that he was only a kid, and he was far too young to understand love. He was pretty sure he understood love a lot better than most forty year old married couples. The kind of frustrating thing was his inability to let go of Vivian. No matter how much he tried, every time he slept with someone else, or even flirted with someone else, he couldn’t erase this feeling that he was cheating on her, even if people constantly told him that she would’ve wanted him to move on. He just couldn’t. He took another fry, wondering how many it would take to make him fat and clog his arteries. Riley was pretty happy though. He could eat enough for a small army and not gain a lot of weight. Which was good, since the boy had an appetite the size of Jupiter. He couldn’t help it though. Like he also couldn’t help the fact that he was pretty skinny. He had his stupid genes to blame. He also couldn’t be to blame for his horrific cooking. Sapphire was pretty bad at cooking too, and for memory, so was his twin, Ryan. And his father definitely was horrible at cooking as well, because the dark haired bassist remembered basically living off of frozen dinners and take out after his mother died. So it bad cooking skills were probably genetic as well. It was a blessing when he was kicked out. At the time it didn’t seem like that, but, at least Vivian could cook something. And actually cook something. Not just put it in the microwave and call it cooking like his father did. The boy loved his father, don’t get him wrong, even though he was pretty sure that his father didn’t feel the same, but, his ‘cooking’ was okay on occasion, but not every single night.
Riley didn’t really blame his father for disowning him. He wasn’t so sure that he would’ve done the same thing to his own son, he probably would’ve been a hell of a lot more supportive, but his dad had never been in that position so he’d obviously have a lot less sympathy than someone who’d gone through the same would have. And also, his father was a Christian and for the first parts of his life, so was Riley. So the boy’s father was a strong believer in sex after marriage and that kind of thing. Riley, not so much.
“How are you, love?” He spoke, ignoring the fact that his English accent was quite obvious and the girl would probably ask him to say a million things like she did most days. He never really got what it was with people and English accents. For some reason, people tended to have this fetish for English accents. and he’d never really understood it. To him, English people were no more special than the rest of the population. But that was probably because he was from England; and so he didn’t really see himself as more special than the rest. In fact, he found his accent kind of bothersome, because most people were like Tahlia and asked him to say a million different things. Especially fans. He sighed, and took a sip of his drink. He paused for a moment, and stole a nugget from the girl, smirking. Well, he was hungry. And if worse came to worse, he could buy her some more. “Thanks for that.” He laughed, and ate it. Nuggets were probably his favourite thing to get at McDonalds. Riley wasn’t a huge fan of burgers or anything. He lived for nuggets. And fries. “I’m assuming you didn’t go out to that party last night?” It was pretty obvious she hadn’t. Or, if she had, he was going to have to get hangover cure tips from her.
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