Post by KYLER C. SAMUELS on Dec 19, 2009 20:04:26 GMT -5
welcome to the mistaken tour,
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NICKNAMES: Ky
AGE: nineteen
BIRTH DATE: March 17th
HOMETOWN: denver, colorado
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual ; ; no one is aware of it though.
MEMBER GROUP: musicians - solo artist
FACE CLAIM: christofer drew ingle
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HOLD ON TIGHT, IT'S A CRAZY NIGHT
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DISLIKES: homophobes, judgmental people, cocky people, cats, meat
PERSONALITY: Kyler is a very quiet and shy person, though he can open up once he takes the time to get to know you. He is very accepting and trustworthy, and is quiet innocent. He doesn't get into the party seen much, and is overall very close to straightedge, except his smoking habit. He thinks everything over before actually going through with it, and is an overall sweetheart.
FAMILY:
Oktober Leah - Twin sister
Cindy Marie - Mother
Mark Richard - Father - Deceased
HISTORY: Kyler grew up in a suburb just outside of Denver, Colorado. He found his love for music at a young age when his parents bought him a guitar at the age of five. Ever since then, it became his main passion in life. Though he stopped playing once his dad died once he was nine, he quit playing for a few years, and started writing and singing his own songs at the age of fourteen. Between the music seen and large influence of music, he has found his way onto the tour.
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GIVE IN, OR GET OUT
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AGE: 15
TIMEZONE: mountain
RANDOM FACT: <3 I talk about meeting band members too much.
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE:
Trey sat at his computer typing away at his MySpace status. It was sad really, how addicted to MySpace he truly was. He had around 8,000 friends added up on his list, though he probably only knew a few hundred of them at the most. But he talked to random people a lot, though it was something he wouldn’t do in person. He had little self confidence, from never having someone to look up to, and always thinking he’s strange or something was wrong with him because his obsession of fire.
He sighed, closing out his profile as he twirled around in his chair. He had plans tonight, nothing important though, no date or fancy dinner and no group of friends to go get drunk with tonight. He was going to head down to China Town to watch some of the street races. He walked into his kitchen and searched hurriedly threw the cabinets. He shrugged, pulling out a package of ramen noodles. Trey quickly poured the contents into a bowl, and filled it with water. He placed it in the microwave and set it for 5 minutes, ignoring the mess of broken off pieces of food the fell out of the bag.
Trey walked across his studio apartment to where his bed lay. He searched around his floor and closet in search of something to fit the occasion and he found just the perfect thing; Black skinny jeans and A Day To Remember shirt. He also had to make sure his plaid boxers matched his shoes; he was very OCD about the small things like that. The microwave beeped as he walked over and pulled it out, burning the ends of his fingers on the glass bowl. He shrugged, getting a fork and downing the food quickly. He threw the dish in the sink and walked away into his bathroom. He sighed, looking at the time and began to straighten out his hair.
Pleased with his appearance now, he grabbed his car keys and walked out the door. He made a disgusted face at his old work in progress 96, ford mustang fastback. It was only about half done. He had fixed it up enough to drive, but it was far from show quality. He quickly sped away to China Town, in fear of missing the race. He arrived soon enough, parking his car along a side road. He glanced around, a large grin plastered across his face because of both the women and the cars.
Trey’s eyes flickered around at the people, waiting for the race to start. He stood at the finish line, with only 3 minutes or so until they should be finished. He pulled out his lighter, burning at the ends of his fingers. He jumped at the sound of the car’s taking off. His head shot up and he put his hands into his pockets. He watched closely as the winner came in, the car looking familiar, but he couldn’t connect the car to the person. He watched as the crowd began to socialize. He kept quiet as usual, taking his lighter back out. He stayed where he was, until most of the people spread away. Trey walked up slowly toward the winning car, seeing a girl, an extremely attractive one at that. He smirked, walking up beside her. He looked her over, then seeing her face, knowing exactly who it was. “ I believe you should start dressing like this at work, ” He told her, watching the people walk by. Wow, did she look gorgeous. He hadn’t seen her like this before, and he wished he had.
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