Post by travis on Aug 29, 2011 21:03:12 GMT -5
( TRAVIS NOAH MICHAELS )
( twentyone , star crush, lead guitar and backup vocals , alex gaskarth , straight)
( outgoing , charmer , self-centered , sarcastic , caring)[/center]
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- Caring – Travis will always ask you how you’re doing and will genuinely care about what you have to say. It comes pretty easily for him though he really doesn’t like to show this side of himself because his friends say that he gets too involved with people’s lives. Sometimes he does get a bit involved with people he shouldn’t, but he can’t help that he is a people person.
- Intelligent – He knows a lot of useless facts that make their way into the conversation regularly. Travis absorbs knowledge wherever he goes and is able to retain that information without even trying to. Some say that he’s a nerd, but he can assure you that none of this information was obtained in school.
- Friendly – Travis makes friends wherever he goes probably because he’s very talkative. He can talk for hours on end about random topics to strangers. Though may some find him a bit weird for being so friendly and offering hugs to anyone that passes him, he likes this quality and is convinced that it will only help him in this business.
- Outgoing – He tends to like doing spontaneous dangerous things quite often. Travis loves going out to places he’s never been and trying new things. He doesn’t really know fear when it comes to doing stupid things and will almost always be the entertainer.
- Charmer – Travis makes Edward Cullen look corny. He has this weird ability to charm people with his words even if he doesn’t mean to or isn’t really trying at all. Perhaps it’s his easygoing attitude or that characteristic smirk, he hasn’t decided which yet.
The Bad
- Temper – Travis has a bad temper and when it flares, he gets into a fight. It doesn’t matter who the person is, but he almost always wants to fight. It’s not a very good quality since he’s been arrested for it and it gets the band kicked out of clubs.
- Self Centered – Sometimes, Travis will only care about his needs and adapt the ‘screw everyone else’ attitude. He usually only does things for personal gain because hell, he wants to make it really badly. This quality drives people away when he acts like an idiot.
- Sarcastic – When Travis gets angry, sarcasm is his best friend. His words are usually hurtful and take the form of weird analogies that somehow make sense. As aforementioned, he’s not pleasant to be around when he’s like this.
- Liar – Although he only lies about small things, he still lies. It’s not at ridiculous level yet but it could get that way. He can’t kick the habit no matter how hard he tries.
- Addict – Travis loves cigarettes and the weird burning sensation that he gets from it. It calms his nerves when he’s angry and lets him relax before a show. He knows how bad smoking is for him but can’t seem to stop.
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HISTORY
On December 23rd, Travis Noah was born into the Michaels family. His parents thought it would be funny to name him with ridiculous names but has since gotten used to his three names. Mother and homemaker, Julia Gork traded her silly maiden name when she married William Michaels who had dedicated his life to songwriting. Though William hadn’t become anything when he had two children, he decided to give it up temporarily and trade it in for a real job. Instead of songwriting, he was working late nights doing clerical work for a law firm. It didn’t make nearly as much as they needed so when his first song topped the charts, he was relieved and able to move his family into a more comfortable home and neighborhood. Travis grew up in Nashville, Tennessee surrounded by everything that was country. It was slightly annoying but soon he found himself adapting to the local culture and adopting the likes of the guitar at the age of ten. His sister, Amelia had taken up the singing part of the country thang and was doing fairly well at it. She was off touring herself and he hadn’t seen his older sister in quite some time.[/ul]
When high school was in full swing, Travis looked for other people he could jam with and what had started as mindless chord shredding, turned into a band that people actually liked. He was fairly pleased with the outcome and before he knew it, he was booked on tour with a few other bands to change music history and whatnot. It started out with local shows but since has grown.
While he was seventeen he met his first girlfriend. She was pretty amazing and they clicked fairly well. He loved taking her partying with his friends and just spending time with her. When his band started playing shows every weekend, the girlfriend got jealous and slept with one of his band mates. Travis didn’t find out until nine months later when she told him the truth. Although he was there for the entire pregnancy, he couldn’t take her deceptiveness and left her. It was a very hard thing to do especially if it turned out to be his child.
Though college isn’t in his immediate plans, he promised his parents that eventually, he would get there just not right now and left his house with a single suitcase and a backpack that held all of his possessions.
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EXPERIENCE seven years
CONTACT aim - omgshlithium
OTHER CHARACTERS none yet.
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Travis always had a way of making his life way more complicated than it really needed to be. He tended to bounce from girl to girl, getting bored with the old and trading it in for a newer model. It wasn’t exactly the most kosher way of living but that’s how it was and that was how he got to where he was today. Instead of trading in for an upgrade this time, Trav decided to go retro and choose someone he had history with; someone who knew all of his bad habits and had accepted him anyway, someone who knew how to press his buttons and keep him in line. But the most important thing was that she knew how to make good food and that’s what really mattered…. Joking, maybe. Alex had been there for him through a lot of heavy stuff. She had helped him through his trouble with deciphering the mystery around Amanda and adding up the days to figure out if the boy was his or not. She had been there for him when Rora had oded and took way too many pills that night. Alex was his constant, she was like that one friend you can go to with a problem except instead of listening like a good friend would, she’d take his mind off things for a while in that special way she knew how to. Usually it involved food though but there were a few times they had switched things up a bit. When he had left her, he never thought he’d see her again and now it seemed as if history was repeating itself. He wasn’t going to stop it this time. Trav had missed her lots and lots but he didn’t regret his mistake because then he wouldn’t have half of the kids he had. In all honesty, Travis liked being a dad. It was just hard to actually be one when the mothers of his children weren’t very nice to him. Rightfully so, Trav got what he deserved. Did he really think that everyone was going to be fine and dandy after he left them?
From the moment he woke up, he knew that it was going to be a difficult day. Of course Delilah wasn’t on speaking terms with him for obvious reasons and he couldn’t blame her for that. He was just afraid that she too would up and disappear with two of his spawn. It didn’t seem very fair but that had brought the whole vibe of the bus down. Delilah would be spending the rest of the tour (if she chose to stay) with Pix, Harry, and Dougie. Even though he knew that Pix would take care of her, it put the bony girl in an awkward place since Pix was good friends with Alex as well. It was one of those messed up polygons with a million corners and explanations. Trav was just happy the media didn’t start bothering him yet about his extramarital affairs.
Trav was busy getting ready for tonight’s show. One of his roadies had caught a nasty stint of food poisoning so they were already down a man, which meant that Trav had to deal with a ton of unnecessary problems. It felt like things were always breaking and nothing was going to get ready in time for tonight’s performance. Not to mention Trav was dealing with a nasty hangover with tons of issues on his mind. He forced his mind to stay focused at the task at hand, re-stringing his guitar which had popped a string during sound check thanks to one of the idiot techs trying to be cool. It was proving to be way more difficult than it really should have been. Hearing his name from across the stage, he looked up to someone complaining about the lighting fixture by the drum kit. Setting aside the unfinished guitar, he got up to cross the room to see what the problem was. It seemed like the world was way too loud, too noisy for his pounding head. Trav kept hearing his name being called but at this point he couldn’t tell if it was for real or just inside that foggy head of his.
From the moment he woke up, he knew that it was going to be a difficult day. Of course Delilah wasn’t on speaking terms with him for obvious reasons and he couldn’t blame her for that. He was just afraid that she too would up and disappear with two of his spawn. It didn’t seem very fair but that had brought the whole vibe of the bus down. Delilah would be spending the rest of the tour (if she chose to stay) with Pix, Harry, and Dougie. Even though he knew that Pix would take care of her, it put the bony girl in an awkward place since Pix was good friends with Alex as well. It was one of those messed up polygons with a million corners and explanations. Trav was just happy the media didn’t start bothering him yet about his extramarital affairs.
Trav was busy getting ready for tonight’s show. One of his roadies had caught a nasty stint of food poisoning so they were already down a man, which meant that Trav had to deal with a ton of unnecessary problems. It felt like things were always breaking and nothing was going to get ready in time for tonight’s performance. Not to mention Trav was dealing with a nasty hangover with tons of issues on his mind. He forced his mind to stay focused at the task at hand, re-stringing his guitar which had popped a string during sound check thanks to one of the idiot techs trying to be cool. It was proving to be way more difficult than it really should have been. Hearing his name from across the stage, he looked up to someone complaining about the lighting fixture by the drum kit. Setting aside the unfinished guitar, he got up to cross the room to see what the problem was. It seemed like the world was way too loud, too noisy for his pounding head. Trav kept hearing his name being called but at this point he couldn’t tell if it was for real or just inside that foggy head of his.
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