Post by declan on Jul 24, 2011 22:12:15 GMT -5
( DECLAN KEENAN LANGLEY )
( twenty-two , drummer for star crush , garrett hedlund , straight )
( obnoxious , conceited , immature , womanizer , random)[/center]
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Every time I have to tell people about myself I end up getting carried away. I’m such a complex being, so it’s hard not to. I’m like an onion, with so many layers. I can make you cry, too. See, I haven’t even gotten anything productive done yet and I’m sentences in. Let’s get this show on the road, shall we? We’ll start with the history of my life.
My full name is Declan Keenan Langley and I was born in the great (terrible) state of Minnesota, where the weather is beyond bi-polar. My parents sucked and my older sister was a complete slut. My parents were rich, but I dunno why. My dad was a sports commentator and my mom was a cop. I still managed to be spoiled before I was even ten years old. I got literally whatever I wanted.
Then my mom thought it would be cool to move to Tennessee, the south, where her family was. Apparently her father could die any day because he was as old as shit or something, so she wanted to be close by. Which means we had to completely relocate ourselves to a region I knew nothing about. I was only eleven at the time.
They made fun of my Minnesotan accent there, they laughed when I said words like ‘pop’, ‘sucker’, and ‘budge’. I freaking hated the place and everyone there. Everyone was a complete bitch. And I mean everyone. There were only a couple of people that opened their arms to me. My parents became workaholics and my sister was always out partying, so I lived basically on my own.
I didn’t join any sports or activities. I hated everything and everyone and I was extremely depressed for an eleven year old. Then my friends got me into a silly thing called band. Yes, they wanted me to become a band nerd. I was like.. da fuck? I don’t want to end up with glasses and braces. I joined anyway, because I simply had nothing better to do.
I found myself in the percussion section. I started taking private lessons because I became fascinated with the drums. My parents could afford that, of course. I started listening to bands like Avenged Sevenfold, Disturbed, Metallica, and so much more. Before this I couldn’t care less about the world of music.
My parents got me a drum set when I was thirteen. Really expensive, double bass. I felt like the luckiest boy in the world. I also learned to play the guitar, piano, and saxophone. I got my own keyboard, bass, and guitar. Over the years I also got a laptop and several music programs in which I would try and write my own music. They were mainly techno remixes or something. I also discovered dubstep and some intense rave music. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t jam a bit to some Skrillex.
So anyway, I was actually doing a lot better mentally ever since joining band. Then my instructor insisted I join the Marching Band. I was like.. lolwut. Band was one thing, but being on the marching brand brought out a whole new level of nerd. Even though I opposed the idea on the inside, I ended up giving it a try just like I had to band.
Well, let’s just say drumline was the most glorious thing to happen to me. I was obsessed. My entire high school career rotated around that organization. I played snare drum every year, and was captain and head stick as a junior and senior. I decided to write a ton of cadences because we had none of our own and usually stole from college drumlines. After graduating from high school I even took on the challenge of instructor of my old high school line for the two years I was in college.
Needless to say, I’m pretty sure band and music saved my entire moping life. If it wasn’t for that, I probably would have hated my life and gotten into drugs and stuff.
During this entire time I met up with those that are now in the band called Star Crush. We didn’t really expect to get where we are now, but it seems like it’s going to be one wild ride. I’m doing what I love, so what could go wrong?
I had planned on going to the local university to major in something music related. I still wasn’t quite sure what exactly I wanted to go for, but after two years of college I realized I had to choose school or Star Crush. I wouldn’t be able to do both.
I settled with Star Crush, and here I am now, on tour. That was a long-winded history.
Now let’s talk about my personality.
There are several words in the English dictionary that can describe me. I’m obnoxious, immature, spoiled, awkward, fun, quirky, conceited, and random just to name a few. I love ‘that’s what she said’ jokes along with other inappropriate comments and I blame my tainted mind from being in a school band. I mean, really, you have no idea what goes on in the percussion section. Or maybe you do.. but that’s some crazy shenanigans.
You may have heard that I’m what kids call a man-whore, or a player.. or a womanizer. Whatever the term is, I’ve been called all of the above. I’ve never been in an actual relationship my entire life. I’m more into flings or one-night-stands. I don’t believe in love. I mean, my parents don’t ‘love’ each other. They’ve been cheating on each other for years and haven’t gotten a divorce.
I hate dogs. They slobber freaking everywhere. Like the big saint bernards or whatever you call them. When they shake their head, the drool flies from their mouth and hits the ceiling. I saw it happen once. It's a true story. Also, with the freaking same animal.. His drool is all white and nasty. My friend tried to wipe it on my face and I started gagging and literally threw up in my mouth like that time when I was twelve and my dad farted in the car and wouldn't roll down the windows and the taste and smell of his fart hit me like a truck. Do you see what I'm saying?
I hate bees because they freaking sting people, and wasps and stuff. People say they're more scared of you then you are of them, like with spiders.. I also hate spiders, but.. What, did they tell you that? How would you know? You a bug whisperer or something? Damn! They piss me off. Seriously I don't think a spider has ever said 'damn, this bitch scares me!'. No, what they really say is 'Son of a mother duck, I can't wait to eat this bastard for dessert'.
I love cats. Kitten, mostly. They’re so fucking soft and cute. Not the bald nasty cats, I mean the regular cute ones. I love pillow pets. I’ve collected a freaking ton of those. So I just love stuffed animals and soft pillows, so both of them in one is the best thing that’s ever happened to the earth. I also like soft blankets. I’m more of a cold person than a heat person. You can always wrap yourself in more clothes but you can’t rip your skin off when it gets too hot. That was the worst about moving to the south. It got hella hotter.
In school I hated people that were goody-two-shoes and teacher’s pets. I was always the class clown. I’ve always craved attention because my parents didn’t give me enough of it. On important football game days I would get my drumline together during school and we’d raid the lunch room and play cadences as loud as hell. I’d jump on tables and scream, and it usually started intense food fights. We were banned from doing that because of me, but it was fun while it lasted. And I sure got the rep I wanted at my school. Everyone wanted to know me.
I love to make people laugh, and I’m pretty damn good at it. I have the tendency to clear my throat loudly in awkward silences. My voice gets high when I lie, which really can suck. I’m scared of commitment. I like penguins. I own a blackberry.
I think we’re done here. Really, that’s all I think you need to know about me. I pretty much told you my life story. So toodles
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EXPERIENCE six or seven, on and off.
CONTACT pm.
OTHER CHARACTERS none.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE I just grabbed a random one xP
It was finally the big day. His wedding. Haha, no. Not even close. Wouldn’t that be terrifying? Then he’d lose all his freedom. No, no, it was the day where he would get to finally go on a partially real date buy his cat with Annie. He’d been waiting too long for this moment. He needed a companion. He missed his ferret back home in America, and he doubted there’d be a way to get it back to him over here or something. It wasn’t like his parents cared for it, though. It was probably dead and rotting in a corner or something. That made him worry a bit. Maybe he should have gone back over the summer to see how everything was going. But, no. he had decided to stay here instead and get an apartment and a job and all that stupid adult crap. Ew. He actually liked it here, though. He was surrounded by magic and people he knew. It made him feel comfortable. He’d feel a bit like a foreigner if he went to visit his home now. Would his old friends even remember him? They probably graduated, had awesome parties that he didn’t go to, got cool gifts like cars, and were moving on just wonderfully without a second thought about him. Wow, that was slightly depressing to think about.. It wasn’t like he didn’t care about those that he knew back home. He liked them just as much as some of the people here. He actually had real friends over there that he could hardly keep in touch with in any form. There was no way in hell these muggles would send a letter with an owl. That would just expose him and his secrets. They would live a life as normal people. Maybe they would be a doctor or a manager at Arby’s or something. Then they’d grow old and get married and he wouldn’t make it to their weddings. Then they’d have kids and he wouldn’t be able to babysit them. Whoa, whoa. They would never let him babysit their kids. Who was he kidding? Wait, no. Shut up. It’s time to buy that cat.
He had been able to occupy himself since they had scheduled their little outing with his job at the Hog’s Head and his Obliviator training and such. Sure, he would think about how awesome it was frequently, but it was only because he was looking forward to finally having a kitten. It would be so cute. What would he name it? He had no idea yet. Damn. He needed to think about that. It wasn’t like he was overly excited to see Annie or anything. He only agreed to this because they both wanted a cat at the same time.. right? Yep. Easier to do it together in one trip. Anyway, he usually saw her all the time since she lived right next to him, anyway. And no, he had not noticed her absence on Friday night. Okay, that would be lying. Not to sound all stalker crazy, but he’s usually tuned in to the opening and closing of Annie’s door. Perhaps she had come back in late after he had fallen asleep, or maybe it was so quiet he never heard it. No, no. He barely slept because he stayed awake thinking about what she could be doing. He was as paranoid as hell so he instantly thought that she was probably sneaking around with some other guy. Not that he cared or anything, because he didn’t. He just thought that was a terrible idea. Really, he was willing to open his arms for her to crawl into and she just goes around with a whole bunch of other dudes? Not cool. Okay, this makes him sound a little obsessed. Well, it wasn't like he did this every night. Really, he didn't listen for her door. it just happened to be the night before their date outing and he wanted to know what she was up to. At the time he had pictured what she could possibly be doing at that time of night and it bugged him so much that he barely got any sleep, leaving him with terrible bags under his eyes that were clearly visible even at that moment. It had never crossed his mind that she could have stayed at the school, in her dorm room. He didn’t really think about all the possibilities, he just jumped to the worst conclusion.
Trevor hadn’t even been paying attention when he had thrown on this shirt, so he couldn’t help but laugh when he looked down at himself. He had already left his apartment, so it wasn’t like he was going to change it or anything. It was perfectly appropriate. Luckily it was a fairly nice day outside, so he was pretty fine with wearing his cargo shorts. Adding to his great ensemble was his loudly colored sunglass. He missed the pair he had traded with Annie, but was positive he had an extra lying around somewhere. He had just forgotten where it was. They had planned on meeting outside the Three Broomsticks, so that was where Trevor was currently standing. Damn, he never liked getting somewhere first. Shit, maybe he was early. Great, that made it look like he was excited. Eager. Ready to see Annie and grope her. But no, he didn’t want to come off as desperate for her company. Dammit, why couldn’t he have scheduled to be fashionably late like usual? Damn. Damn. Shit. Hell. She was probably looking at him from a distance now thinking to herself ‘hey, he’s here early. Ew. That’s not normal. Crap, is he excited to see me? That’s disgusting.’ Or something along those lines.
“I don’t like being touched!” Trevor shrieked at the top of his lungs the instant he felt arms wrap around his waist. Of course, anyone within the hearing of Trevor’s loud-as-hell mouth could have heard that and thought he was being molested or something. That’s probably why people were looking. He spun around quickly to face the redhead, “Oh. It’s you. Of course. You can touch me all you want,” he smirked instantly upon seeing Annie’s face. What a pleasant sight. If he was tired at all from his lack of sleep the previous night, he felt instantly revived at just the sight of her. Then his paranoid thoughts came back into play and he frowned, “I was told.. someone was murdered last night. They want alibis from everyone. So.. tell me where you were last night so I can clear you with the agents,” he lied, fumbling slightly. Damn, who would believe that? It’s not like she would know what was going on in his head, anyway. If she did, she’d probably run as far away as possible.
He had been able to occupy himself since they had scheduled their little outing with his job at the Hog’s Head and his Obliviator training and such. Sure, he would think about how awesome it was frequently, but it was only because he was looking forward to finally having a kitten. It would be so cute. What would he name it? He had no idea yet. Damn. He needed to think about that. It wasn’t like he was overly excited to see Annie or anything. He only agreed to this because they both wanted a cat at the same time.. right? Yep. Easier to do it together in one trip. Anyway, he usually saw her all the time since she lived right next to him, anyway. And no, he had not noticed her absence on Friday night. Okay, that would be lying. Not to sound all stalker crazy, but he’s usually tuned in to the opening and closing of Annie’s door. Perhaps she had come back in late after he had fallen asleep, or maybe it was so quiet he never heard it. No, no. He barely slept because he stayed awake thinking about what she could be doing. He was as paranoid as hell so he instantly thought that she was probably sneaking around with some other guy. Not that he cared or anything, because he didn’t. He just thought that was a terrible idea. Really, he was willing to open his arms for her to crawl into and she just goes around with a whole bunch of other dudes? Not cool. Okay, this makes him sound a little obsessed. Well, it wasn't like he did this every night. Really, he didn't listen for her door. it just happened to be the night before their date outing and he wanted to know what she was up to. At the time he had pictured what she could possibly be doing at that time of night and it bugged him so much that he barely got any sleep, leaving him with terrible bags under his eyes that were clearly visible even at that moment. It had never crossed his mind that she could have stayed at the school, in her dorm room. He didn’t really think about all the possibilities, he just jumped to the worst conclusion.
Trevor hadn’t even been paying attention when he had thrown on this shirt, so he couldn’t help but laugh when he looked down at himself. He had already left his apartment, so it wasn’t like he was going to change it or anything. It was perfectly appropriate. Luckily it was a fairly nice day outside, so he was pretty fine with wearing his cargo shorts. Adding to his great ensemble was his loudly colored sunglass. He missed the pair he had traded with Annie, but was positive he had an extra lying around somewhere. He had just forgotten where it was. They had planned on meeting outside the Three Broomsticks, so that was where Trevor was currently standing. Damn, he never liked getting somewhere first. Shit, maybe he was early. Great, that made it look like he was excited. Eager. Ready to see Annie and grope her. But no, he didn’t want to come off as desperate for her company. Dammit, why couldn’t he have scheduled to be fashionably late like usual? Damn. Damn. Shit. Hell. She was probably looking at him from a distance now thinking to herself ‘hey, he’s here early. Ew. That’s not normal. Crap, is he excited to see me? That’s disgusting.’ Or something along those lines.
“I don’t like being touched!” Trevor shrieked at the top of his lungs the instant he felt arms wrap around his waist. Of course, anyone within the hearing of Trevor’s loud-as-hell mouth could have heard that and thought he was being molested or something. That’s probably why people were looking. He spun around quickly to face the redhead, “Oh. It’s you. Of course. You can touch me all you want,” he smirked instantly upon seeing Annie’s face. What a pleasant sight. If he was tired at all from his lack of sleep the previous night, he felt instantly revived at just the sight of her. Then his paranoid thoughts came back into play and he frowned, “I was told.. someone was murdered last night. They want alibis from everyone. So.. tell me where you were last night so I can clear you with the agents,” he lied, fumbling slightly. Damn, who would believe that? It’s not like she would know what was going on in his head, anyway. If she did, she’d probably run as far away as possible.
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