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Post by marie on Mar 16, 2011 0:15:50 GMT -5
I'll work on the Manager bio along with my other bios for your RPs. (:
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Post by Shawn on Mar 16, 2011 19:02:06 GMT -5
cool then I'll post a bio for the keyboard dude and then I'll start this up by at the weekend
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Post by Shawn on Mar 17, 2011 13:36:00 GMT -5
Name: Sam Williams but goes by Specs Age: 24 Role: Keyboards Issues: Specs has never been able to shake this feeling that he needs to fix every problem with the world, it's the only way he can really feel connected. He tends to come off as an elitist, like he thinks he's so much better than everyone, so much more enlightened than the common man or woman. The attitude he gives off makes it hard for people to like him or relate to him at all which makes him very isolated and he tries to ride himself of loneliness with attempts to fix the world. He's very much stuck in a cycle like this and because of his own cockiness he can't see it and can't end it. He's incredibly lonely and gains only a temporary happiness when he feels like he's made some kind of difference. Appearance: Personality: Sam is for the most part a nice guy, he very rarely gets anger and when he does it's usually not that bad, not like the bands singer. He tends to be laid back unless something in bothering him, then he'll tell you or lecture you. He has a tendency to talk down to people and gives off the impression that he thinks he knows everything. He quickly becomes very rapt up in his cause of the week and will talk endlessly about what ever his new obsession is. Brief History: Specs grew up in the upper middle class neighborhood, his parents were successful and he had everything he really needed. He went to good schools, was always talented with music and graduated in the top of his class. He never got a lot of attention though, he was more of a loner and his parent were always away on business or taking a kid free vacation. He had a few friends but none of them were close friends. As a kid his parents wanted him to be independent and all that time he spent alone made him a loner. He spent a lot of time learning to play piano when he was young, he taught himself and eventually bought himself a keyboard and a nice computer and started making music. He was talented but his family didn't really encourage his interest, growing up to be a musician was not part of their plan. He dropped out of college half way through the first year to focus on music and joined Free Beer shortly after. Extra: What Sam really wants is to achieve something great, something that will help change the world, to help make it a better place. Sam smokes, American Spirits of course and for beer it's got to be a PBR, and he tends to fit in well with the Hipster crowd.
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Post by marie on Mar 20, 2011 12:36:48 GMT -5
Sorry, I had a busy week with English projects and making sure I did everything. But i'm on this, promise. It'll be probably up later today or tomarrow, hopefully.
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Post by Shawn on Mar 21, 2011 23:35:17 GMT -5
it's cool whenever you get the chance.
I don't want you to feel like you have to post a bio so if you want to change your mind I can do another character.
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Post by marie on Mar 27, 2011 22:06:17 GMT -5
Name: Lillian Fracisco, Better known as Lilly Age: 27 Role: Manager Issue(s): Workaholic, but also, Lillian is secretly addicted to Cocain for her lack of support of Free Beers, non-succeess. She got into drugs after she signed Free Beer's demanding side started getting to her. She has managed to keep her addiction a secret but that's the only thing that it appears that she is managing. She has became paranoid and jumpy, though. Appearance: Personality: Lilian use to be very calm, cool and collective in her younger years. But now, she's jumpy and paranoid. She doesn't want to admit her addiction other than her fascination with trying to make Free Beer work. Lily's once down to earth personality has completely changed to where she's all about business. She doesn't really talk much to the band anymore since she realized just how much they hate her. Brief History: Lilian, well Lily was born twenty-seven years ago. Her father was big into the music industry, he actually was a pretty famous one, Jeffery. He married into the rockstar life when he married Ruth. So naturally, she was forced to become somebody in the music industry when she got older. She was a rebellious little girl and never really took up the that much talent to become what her father was. It wasn’t until she was around. . . well her twenty’s when she decided that she wanted to become a manager with out her fathers help. She spent years being under his wing, she wanted to be somebody. That was her dream, for everyone to know her by Lily the Manager. After signing Free Beer as completely changed her outlook on everything. Extra: -Determined -Cusses, not often -tries not to get aggravated OCC: Hmm i keep running a blank on her but i can play her better. I threw a twist on her(:
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Post by Shawn on Mar 28, 2011 15:37:45 GMT -5
Awesome, ill post up a start probably some time tonight.
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Post by Shawn on Mar 28, 2011 23:17:09 GMT -5
The Bus only it's a bit longer with higher wheels. Davy had arrived early, it was too loud in his apartment and he just need someplace quiet. His head was splitting and he wanted a fix but he'd just come off one and he couldn't spend the whole tour strung out, people would figure it out. The light outside was way to bright and every noise he heard was deafening. He took on look at the ridiculous bus they were supposed to be on and rolled his eyes. He wasn't exactly expecting there label to shell out for anything nice, but damn it looked like some old junky hippie bus. There label just wanted to get back some of want they spent on the failure that was their band and not waste anymore, He pulled the doors open and headed inside, at least it was dark and quiet. A lot of the bus seats were removed, and there was plenty off room for the equipment and everything they needed. He set his backpack on one of the seats and then crawled under the seat to take a nap, pulling his hood over his eyes and hoping for some quiet, at least for a little while. Sam got there found the trippy looking bus not long after Davy, but decided against heading in. The way he figured he was going to spend enough time on that bus, might as well enjoy the time he had off it. He sat on the ground and pulled his pack of American Spirits out of the pocket of his skinny jeans and lit one up. He took a long drag and blew a few smoke rings and he leaned his head back and enjoyed the beauty that mother earth brought him. Today was beautiful, the sun was out, the sky was blue and the air was cool and Specs really dug the outdoors. He took in another long drag on his cigarette and enjoyed the flavor before exhaling again. He searched his pockets for his Ipod and but his earplugs in, scrolling through the list of obscure bands and finding some indie band he'd just read about on the pitchfork and hitting play. He waited for the others to get there and just wanted the tour to end so he close this chapter of his life and start something new. Specs flicked a bit of the ash of his cigarette and took another drag.
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Post by Chris on Mar 29, 2011 17:33:23 GMT -5
Ice grimaced as she squinted her eyes behind her oversized black sunglasses and tilted her head back slightly to look at the monastery in front of her.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," she said, sighing.
Ice dropped her head and raised her hand, rubbing her eyes behind her sunglasses and waited for a wave of nausea that the bus had caused to pass. Ice already had the hang-over from hell that morning, her head felt like it was going to explode any second, and had barely managed to convince herself to haul her ass out here to meet the band and get on the road. Of course, part of the reason she had was because she'd woken up in some random motel, again, and couldn't wait to get away from the ugly dude that was still sleeping in the bed next to her. Clearly she'd been more drunk then she'd realized to pick up something like that. Ugh.
This wasn't exactly something that Ice was looking forward to. She mostly just couldn't wait for the fucking thing to be over with so that she could try to focus on a solo career. That was her dream, and hopefully it went a lot better then the shitty ass way things had went with this god-damn band that had failed so miserably.
As Ice's stomach settled, probably because there wasn't anything left for her to lose, she dropped her hand, adjusted the strap on her black and lime green duffel bag with skulls on the side, and walked forward to get on the thing. Ice made a mental note to track down who had painted the fucking thing and kill them. Slowly and painfully.
She passed by Specs without a word, mostly because she didn't want him to go off on one of his ramblings again, with the way her head was, she'd probably fall over dead from it. Well, that would be if she were lucky.
"Oh for God's sake, the inside is even more of a shit hole then the outside is," she grumbled.
Ice walked to the very back of the seats, dropping her bag onto the floor and sitting down in a seat. She leaned back against the window, pulling her feet up into the seat with her and crossing her arms over her chest. Ice leaned her head back, closing her eyes and hoped like hell this nightmare would be over soon.
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Post by Chris on Mar 29, 2011 17:40:24 GMT -5
"What in the hell is that thing?" Erebus asked, frowning up at the. . . well-thing.
"It's the bus. I think," James answered, sliding his bag strap over his head and shoulder.
"Who in the hell would pick that thing to ride in? It looks like some sort of hippie van from the seventies. I bet it won't even make it out of the state before it breaks down," Erebus complained. "Or the brakes will just give out and send us flying over the side of a cliff to a fiery death," he continued.
"Well aren't you just Mr. Sunshine?" James asked, but Erebus acted as though he hadn't heard him. James remained unfazed by his friend's comments, mostly because after being friends for so many years, James was pretty much immune to it. That and the fact that James was just happy to be getting to go with the band and escape from his problems.
"Give it a chance, dude, it's probably not that bad on the inside," James said.
Erebus raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, right. It's probably even worse," he said.
As Erebus began walking towards the bus, James looked around the surrounding area, anxious to get on the road already.
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Post by Chris on Apr 4, 2011 16:15:10 GMT -5
OOC: Hey, Shawn, do you care if I create another character to toss in?
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Post by Shawn on Apr 4, 2011 21:08:47 GMT -5
Yeah go right ahead
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Post by Chris on Apr 5, 2011 15:14:11 GMT -5
Name: Savannah "Savy" MorningstarAge: 29Role: Technical Assistant(basically just a nice way of saying that she sets the stage up before a concert.)Issue(s): Savannah's only obvious issue would be that she's a workaholic. She's always checking on the equipment and has everything ready and set up for the band before a show. And unknown to the band, she's always focusing on her real job.Appearance: Personality: Savannah is overall a very nice person, but she's extremely fierce, determined and independent. When she sets her mind to something, she'll stop at nothing to accomplish it and will take down anyone that gets in her way. She has a very level head on her shoulders and is a quick thinker, she always seems to be able to come up with a plan in just moments. She doesn't buckle under pressure, instead she seems to thieve in it, Savannah loves remaining busy and can't stand being bored and sitting still for too long, she always keeps her mind busy focusing on something. When it comes to business, Savy is no nonsense and take no prisoners. In none business situations, Savy is very friendly and likes to make jokes to lighten the mood. She's extremely loyal, always there for a friend in need. She's a very curious person, she loves to learn new things and ask questions. She tries to be subtle about her questioning and is very observant. She isn't one to lose her temper easily, instead she tries to take a more mature approach to things. When she does get angry though, she'll drop a one line, subtle comment that puts you back in your place.Brief History: Savannah grew up in Atlanta, Georgia and was named after her mother's hometown. She had a fairly average childhood, her mother worked as a cook at a little local diner and her father worked for UPS. She was a straight A student and even graduated early. While she was actually accepted into collages such as Harvard and Yale, she opted to go to UCLA. She'd always dreamed of going to Los Angels and that was her chance. She put herself through collage, going on a scholarship and working as a waitress at night. Savannah got a job at a music label as an intern, then began working her way up in the company until she reached the top. Six months ago, Savy and the president of the music label had one disagreement too many and Savannah walked, swearing that she would start her own music label and have the hottest, up and coming singers signed under her. She's got a decent start so far, with a dozen promising newcomers signed on and she's always scouting for more. Which is why she's 'working' for Free Beer. She's always been a fan of the group, and when she heard about their last tour, she decided to 'go undercover' and get to know them. She's heard the rumors and she doesn't want to sign someone that's going to be too much of a problem and get in over her head, which is why she's hiding behind working as a 'technical assistant'. She's not planning on trying to sign the entire group, because the group as a whole doesn't seem to get along well and seem to be destined for destruction, so she's only planning on signing on a few of them.Extra: Savannah is fluent in Latin, Italian, French, Spanish and Russian. OOC: Thanks.
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