Post by callie on Jul 16, 2009 23:00:10 GMT -4
TRISTAN HYDE ENDERS
"hold on, there’s a hole in my heart
everyone, can see right through me"
[/font]"hold on, there’s a hole in my heart
everyone, can see right through me"
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SPLIT DECISION, FINDING FIXES
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[/size] hyde by his close friends.
• • FULL NAME , tristan hyde enders
• • NICKNAMES ,
• • BIRTHDAY & AGE ,[/size] december 30, twenty years of age.
• • SEXUALITY ,[/size] bicurious, at least.
• • OCCUPATION ,[/size] rhythm guitarist and backing vocals for skyline. also, resident bamf.
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I SEE FACES BUT NONE OF THEM
- - not one believes in me ,
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[/size] it’s a kind of brunette, somewhat auburn shade, though he dyed it blonde one time (but it was only that one time).
• • WEIGHT & HEIGHT , one hundred and fourty-five pounds, 6 feet on the dot.
• • HAIR COLOR ,
• • EYE COLOR ,[/size] hazel brown.
• • DISTINGUISHING MARKS ,[/size] he’s got a tattoo sleeve he’s working on (right arm) it’s like, halfway done but he wants to get a full one soon, tattoo of a star on his chest with some design going down the side of his chest, as well as a lip ring.
• • FACE CLAIM ,[/size] Devin Ingelido (Versaemerge)
• • PERSONAL STYLE ,[/size] his personal style is pretty simple really. he likes tank tops, when there’s weather he can wear them. if not he’ll wear t-shirts and your occasional v-neck. almost always seen in skinny jeans that are almost always a dark wash, paired with either comfortable shoes or mandals (sandals for men!). Sometimes he’ll wear those summer scarves or just a regular old winter scarf with his outfit, just because he can. he’s got that general rocker appeal to him, with the overall look combined with his long hair, reaching just about his shoulders and his bangs heavily combed to one side, often falling in his face (especially when on stage). he’s also got this really neat lip ring, which he thinks he pulls off quite well, that kind of ties the whole look together. and being a guy? no make-up to be had here. this baby's au-natural.
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THIS GAME HAS GOT ME SHAKING HANDS
- - with my own enemy ,
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[/size] cold weather, chick peas, the smell of fresh-cut grass, degrassi, overly-happy people, making friends, fangirls, commercials, people in general, olives, cold weather, new nickelodeon, responsibility, his father, country music, rap/popular songs, snow.
• • LIKES , pizza, music (i mean, come on), hot weather, iphones, touring, festivals, cuddling, video games, mario kart, halo, hanging out, iced coffee, tank tops, travel, scarves, goofing off, staying up all night, girls, boys (kind of), old 90’s nickelodeon.
• • DISLIKES ,
• • STRENGTHS ,[/size] playing music (obviously), being a good brother, skateboarding, finding his way around a new place (he's got a great sense of direction), keeping friendships.
• • WEAKNESSES ,[/size] meeting people, trusting others, baby animals (they’re just so cute), being a good son, alcohol (he's not an alcoholic, he just gets drunk pretty easily.)
• • FEARS ,[/size] drowning, dying in some weird and pretty unlikely way (i.e. plane crash, fire, etc.), deep open water.
• • SECRETS ,[/size] he hooked up with his best friend the summer going in to ninth grade. yeah, they were both guys, and yes they almost went all the way, but were caught with their hands down each others pants by his mom. she, him and his sister are the only ones who know about this.
he destroyed one of his sister's barbie dolls one time over some stupid little argument, but he's pretty secretive about it and he's pretty sure she doesn't know.
• • PERSONALITY ,[/size]
sarcastic - - yeah, if there’s one thing about tristan it’s that he’s incredibly sarcastic. he’ll mock you if he doesn’t like you or just thinks you’re a complete dolt. His sense of humor is dry and different than lots of peoples, so when he thinks he’s making a joke? He really ends up sounding like a complete asshole because it’ll go over people’s heads. He doesn’t take things that people do or say seriously, and almost every word coming out of his mouth is dripping with the stuff which doesn’t really help in making friends (something he’s pretty terrible at). He’s biting and cutting with his words a lot, so if he says something somewhat mean in an ironic fashion? Don’t take it personally, it’s just who he is.
trouble-maker - - this kid leaves a wake of destruction in his path. Honestly, playing it safe is just for fools. He’ll wreak havoc if it means a good time for him. He doesn’t think about the consequences, pretty much just living in the now. His father pretty much hated him for this because he was all about the safe option or the safe bet, something that Tristan would never take in a million years. He’s all about risk, and the more risk there is, the more fun it has to be. It’s a miracle the kid has all his limbs and appendages, really.
aloof - - distant, closed-off, however you want to put it, that’s him. He’s not really open to new people, and tends to come off this way. Fans always say it’s because he’s in a band and he just let fame and shit go to his head, but he’ll just tell you that it’s because he’s always been that way. He gives off that whole vibe, really, of disinterest and indifference towards lots of things excluding some of his family, his friends and his music career.
expressive - - evident by the way he plays on stage, he’s nothing short of expressive towards the things he loves. He doesn’t hold back when it matters to him, and he’ll go crazy with antics and shit. He pretty much expresses himself and everything that he is through his music, and is quite capable of portraying his emotions through that as well as the way he carries himself in day to day life. Yeah, he doesn’t hold back.
apathetic - - Let's put this as simply as we can. The boy doesn't give a shit. Oh, your mom died this weekend? Whatever. You hate the way he looks? Who cares. Stop trying to illicit emotions or feelings from the kid for some stupid moment you feel deserves attention, because he won't indulge you. He doesn't care what happens to him or his family either. People often wonder how someone can be so uncaring towards EVERYTHING, but that's just the way he rolls.
jerk? - - Lots of people automatically label him as a douche-bag or a jerk, simply because he’s not up in your face and all ‘hey let’s be the best of friends! omg lol wtf bbq!!1!” It’s probably because he’s sarcastic and somewhat aloof as well. But honestly, if you get past that you’ll find out he’s just kind of a normal guy, who likes hanging out with his friends and just goofing off, playing video games, you know all that normal shit. but really, not a lot of people see him like this. only his band-mates and sister, really.
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AND I BET YOU WONT FIND
- - one weak bone in me ,
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[/size] molly enders, 19, vocalist for forever til february, loves her lots/protective over.
• • PARENTS , patricia enders, 41, housewife
steven enders, 45, editor for a magazine
• • SIBLINGS ,
• • OTHER FAMILY ,[/size] nope. he pretty much hates everyone but molly in his family
• • SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ,[/size] nobody, really.
• • CHILDREN ,[/size] yeah like he’d have any of those.
• • BIRTH PLACE ,[/size] orlando, FL
• • HISTORY ,[/size] well it all starts with birth, really. he was born and then exactly a day short of a year later (what are the odds, right?) his sister molly came in to the world. and although a year older they were close as hell, doing absolutely everything together. He’d protect her, bully anyone who’d bully her and pretty much just be a good brother to her. They were and still are the best of friends, since they pretty much constantly hung out when they were little, and still do. But they did grow up and ended up getting involved in separate things. He did his own thing, playing bass and guitar, pissing his dad off with every choice he made, pretty much. Tristan moved out of the house at 18 because he was pretty fed-up with his father’s rule of tyranny, and got his own place. There he met everyone he’d form a band with, sam and everyone else. They were so close, these boys, and they were all in it for the music, not the fame, so everything was great. They got signed and got on the tour (the same tour that his sister’s band is a part of as well), and he’s pretty much living the dream despite how corny that sounds. Now they’re on tour, he doesn’t talk to his father at all, but he’s still really close to molly and his mother.
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IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING
- - but no need for sympathy ,
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[/size] twenty
• • YOUR NAME , callie
• • YOUR AGE ,
• • YEARS EXPERIENCE ,[/size] like, seven years on and off
• • CONTACT INFORMATION ,[/size] pm, aim or msn (but ask for it)
• • MEMBER TITLE ,[/size] haterade: keep on sippin’
• • SECRET PHRASE ,[/size] -ADMIN EDIT-
• • NOTES ,[/size] Anything you'd like to add?
• • ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,[/size]
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Bryce was bored...a usual feeling that he dealt with here at this prison. This meeting was boring...pointless...dumb. He and the other leaders, co-leaders and council had been sitting here talking about the week for how long now? Three hours? Though to be fair it wasn’t all on what happened to who this week, they were also talking about the members, which ones were doing good, which ones were slacking and if they were going to take anybody new in or not. They’d been passing a joint around the circle they’d gathered in to keep themselves occupied and happy. It made it easier to sit and talk, but after about three hours and as the weed finally began to work its way out of his system (no doubt a lot of the other people’s there), Bryce felt antsy, bored and anxious to wrap up. His green eyes travelled around the room as he made mental notes on who looked like they wanted this to end, and it was pretty much everybody.[/blockquote]
Just before he went to open his mouth to make a motion to end the meeting, one of the other leaders clapped their hands together, suggesting the same thing. Pretty sure their words were ‘Alright I’m about to tweak out, I’m sure the rest of you are so how about we call this meeting quits?’ With that everyone shot up out of their seats, including Bryce. “Yeah really. We got a good deal done though.” He said as people agreed, nodding and such. A few of the other druggies lingered, lighting cigarettes and chatting, something that he did from time to time. Today felt like one of those days, at least for a little while. He assimilated in to the group of council members and co-leaders alike who’d decided to linger, and they talked. About everything, really. About the meeting that had just occurred, the people who they hated, gangs they despised, room mates, how this place was a hell-hole, all that good stuff. After what seemed to be another good hour passed he finally peaced out, bidding the others farewell as he slipped out of the room and making his way down the hallways.
The walk anywhere was always boring, really. Nothing to talk about, since it was always just getting you from point A to point B. Sure he tossed back a pill or two in the process since he could get those down without getting caught by security guards or cameras. He’d developed a method, really. Slip a pill in to your hand, carry it around for a little while, pretend like you’re coughing and covering your mouth (while you’re doing that go ahead and slip that pill in to your mouth), and then swallow, clear your throat and you’re good. It just looks like you had a tickle in your throat to passer-bys (unless it was another druggie who was crafty like that) while you were on your way to flying high. Yeah, it was a great feeling. A feeling that often got him in trouble but at the same time felt so good that the whole trouble aspect of it just didn’t even matter anymore. He knew he might snap on someone if they did the wrong thing in this state, but it was only about a 50/50 chance that would happen. And seeing as he wasn’t planning on picking fights with anyone? He should be good. As long as one of those perfects or bitches or an evil or whatever didn’t cross his path he’d be okay. And so far so good. He hadn’t run in to anybody really. But, he had stopped moving. Walking had ceased and all six feet, two and a half inches of man stood in the middle of one of the hallways. Why had he stopped? Food. He was hungry, apparently, and the smell from the door he’d just passed made him realize it. Slowly turning around he saw it was the cafeteria. He needed food, right now, and even though the food at the cafeteria was always somewhat subpar, he didn’t care. He just needed nourishment and he needed it A.S.A.P.
Pushing the door open with more force than necessary he looked around. Of course, all different gangs were here. The ones his gang liked, and the ones they hated. There were even some they didn’t really have problems with as well as nobodies sprinkled throughout the tables, though they all seemed to stick close to avoid drawing attention or some shit. Yeah, okay, smart move staying together then...sticking together was more of a way to draw attention to you, especially if you were outcasts or innocents (at least that’s what Bryce seemed to think). He’d started to make a b-line for the food before he stopped once more, his eyes spying someone all too familiar. Shiloh, his minion (something odd to say, since he sometimes just saw her as his little helper, not a minion) was sitting alone at one of the tables, staring off in to space with a tray of unappetizing looking food in front of her.
So, breaking away from the line he went over to the table and slid in to one of the chairs opposite her. “Hey.” he said, somewhat softly before realizing she probably hadn’t heard him. “Shiloh, hey.” He said louder before he gave her a smile and picked up something that looked like a chicken nugget off her tray and popped it in his mouth. Oh, wow that was good. Yeah, he wanted more. “What are you doing sitting here like a loner?” he questioned, mouth still with some food left before he swallowed. He couldn’t help but take another one, which he popped in to his mouth as his eyes locked on to her face, waiting for an answer.
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TAG: SHILOH
WORDS: 1000 even yeah D:<
NOTES: rofl sorry he stole her food D:
LYRICS: sick little games - all time low
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