Post by leon emerson delcambre on Jul 22, 2009 3:20:21 GMT -4
LEON EMERSON DELCAMBRE
"we don't need to take off our clothes to get it on. pull your skirt up a little bit, pull down your top and show me a little tit."
[/font]"we don't need to take off our clothes to get it on. pull your skirt up a little bit, pull down your top and show me a little tit."
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SPLIT DECISION, FINDING FIXES
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[/size] leo, em, emmy (if you call him that, he'll fucking rip your balls out), delcambre.
• • FULL NAME , leon emerson delcambre.
• • NICKNAMES ,
• • BIRTHDAY & AGE ,[/size] february 14th, 1988, aha. twenty-one. not that he needed to be legal to get his hands on alcohol and shit.
• • SEXUALITY ,[/size] heterosexual, but damn, alcohol can do funny things to a guy.
• • OCCUPATION ,[/size] bassist for skyline.
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I SEE FACES BUT NONE OF THEM
- - not one believes in me ,
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• • WEIGHT & HEIGHT , 6 foot 1 inch, and 145 pounds.
• • HAIR COLOR ,
• • EYE COLOR ,[/size] cobalt blue.
• • DISTINGUISHING MARKS ,[/size] crooked smile, dimples, tattoos, but he's rather discreet about them, ear pierced.
• • FACE CLAIM ,[/size] jared followill.
• • PERSONAL STYLE ,[/size] Whether you love him or you hate him, there's no sense in denying that Leon Delcambre is somewhat good-looking boy. With wide baby blue eyes and sultry pale lips, it's hard to resist, maybe. His eyes, a bright navy color, are rimmed with a stormy shade of gray and framed by long and dark eye lashes. His eyes are further enhanced by dark eyebrows.
His face is a masculine one with a strong jaw-line, sharp nose, and well-defined features. His aristocratic and well-defined features are what tend to set him apart from the rest. Always one for keeping up with his appearance, his face is always well-shaven save for a bit of stubble if he's in the mood for not caring. His face is framed by a mop of chin-length and usually disheveled russet brown locks that are constantly swept to the side He normally doesn't do much with it, and it's found in a casual side-swept style.
Style wise, Leon is extremely nit-picky. The boy is definitely into making sure he's wearing the best, as well as the latest. It's all about looks to him. Looking damn good. He's as shallow as one can get. Always with designers, Leo has been raised since he was young to make sure he looks his best. Dior, St. John Yves, Gucci, and Dolce and Gabana are among the many infamous brands that grace his body. He is extremely fashionable and finds no shame in that, as frightening as it may be. He's into tight designer jeans, leather jackets, boots, and plain v-neck shirts. His wardrobe is filled with a myriad of different articles of clothing, and he definitely doesn't have the average guy's type of wardrobe. Boots, scarves, tight pants, shirts galore. For being so into fashion, he does tend to go towards the more casual and simplistic look at times. And for being so into designers, he also doesn't have a problem with going vintage from time to time. Obscure vintage band-tees and flannel are also definitely his thing. Leon does not have a typical wardrobe, and he prefers it that way, dressing the way he wants to dress. As long as he doesn't look like shit.
After all, first impressions are everything.
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THIS GAME HAS GOT ME SHAKING HANDS
- - with my own enemy ,
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[/size] having asthma, making commitments, hangovers, losing, not getting what he wants, obnoxious people, rules, people getting in his way, relationships, overly-clingy girls, insecure girls, sluts, whores, being treated like a child, hospitals, being sick, having asthma, guys, fake people, church, being emotional, getting jealous, being taken advantage of, being disappointed, things not done right, shy people, beating around the bush, old people, people with no opinions, people with bullshit opinions, not saying what's on his mind, being held back, being treated like he's nothing.
• • LIKES , competition, winning, forbidden things, a challenge, drugs, alcohol, sex, girls, partying, the word fuck, cursing like a sailor, motorcycles, racing cars, hardcore drugs, cocaine, meth, heroine, shooting up, cigarettes, betting, having no restraints, going wild, eye-contact, getting shit-faced drunk, not giving a damn, having no emotional baggage, no strings attached, one-night stands, a good lay, opening his big mouth, paradoxes, arguments, making a scene, sex, opposites, fighting, being aggressive, violence, not caring, the dirty south, breaking people's expectations, sarcasm, wit, living hard dying young, lying, bullshitting.
• • DISLIKES ,
• • STRENGTHS ,[/size] charming, playing the bass, passionate, intelligent, witty, gambling, holding his alcohol, opinionated, independent, beats to his own drum, being a party boy.
• • WEAKNESSES ,[/size] manipulative, cynical, cold-hearted, ruthless, emotionless, being an asshole, alcohol, drugs, pretty women, opinionated and feisty women, music , being reckless, self-destructive, no respect, hypocritical, vengeful, petty.
• • FEARS ,[/size] growing old, dying without having made something of himself, facing the truth, realizing that he actually gives a fuck, being insecure, doubting himself, admitting that he hates being alone, falling in love, regretting, being in a committed relationship.
• • SECRETS ,[/size] He was going to be a father, but thankfully for him, life's a bitch.
He's got some major medical issues. Has had some stints in the hospital. He has one weak ass heart. Damn being a premie baby.
• • PERSONALITY ,[/size] To be honest, the boy is one manipulative son of a bitch. He's always twisting things or doing things that will ultimately benefit himself. He can be quiet cruel, ignoring other people's feelings and emotions. Whether it be through some prank, or other actions, Leon has pity for no one and he goes out of his way to make sure people know. Some people have the audacity of saying that Leon himself is virtually emotionless; not giving a fuck about lovers, friends, or enemies. They couldn't be any closer to the truth.
Leon Delcambre is a complicated individual (nowadays who isn't?), and like everyone else, he has his own personal reasons for being such an asshole. Reasons he refuses to admit, or even acknowledge himself. He's just a spoiled little brat raised by vacant parents who thought that giving him whatever he wanted was the best way to raise him. It obviously wasn't considering they created the closest living thing to the spawn of Satan. Nothing special.
Leon has hardly any, if any at all, redeeming qualities. He's an opinionated asshole with no other people's interest in his heart but his own. He doesn't care at all if people find his words offensive. Growing up with everyone at his beck and call ultimately brought on this persona. In Leon's eyes, he's the director, and everyone else is merely a character he's to direct. Having that kind of mindset hasn't been terrible. From a young age, Leon has always taken up the position of a leader. He's always the guy beating to his own drum, and nobody else's. He's definitely not a follower and refuses to ever become one. He loves abiding by his own rules, and only his rules. Another not so great attribute considering he won't listen to anybody else.
He only listens to himself. He hates authority, he really fucking does. He's not afraid to challenge people he disagrees with either. He's a hell of a fighter and willing to lay it all out. He quite violent really, and confrontational. He's got on hell of a fucking temper. Oh boy, does he have a temper. Damn, if you hit the right nerve, he fucking loses it. He'll snap just like that. Like a damn twig. He has anger issues at times, that's for sure. Though, he tries his damn hardest to keep his nasty temper under control, it never fucking works. Watch what you say to him. Especially if he's under the influence of anything.
He doesn't really give a fuck about what people think about him. It's not really his concern. He will do whatever the hell he wants, whenever he wants to. Leon has always taken up the position of a leader. He's always the guy beating to his own drum, and nobody else's. He's definitely not one to follow the crowd. He prefers doing his own shit, his own way. Another not so great attribute considering he won't listen to anybody else. He calls that fucking carelessness.
Relationship wise, Leon is just as terrible at it. He has not trouble at getting women; keeping them, on the other hand, is an entirely different story. One-night stands and short relationships is all the guy knows. Don't expect an "I love you" any time soon from him. He's not one for commitments, and that can be blamed on his parent's messy and short-lived relationships. After-all, the apple does not fall far from the tree.
Upon first meeting Leon, he's quiet and broody, hardly speaking up unless he feels like it. He comes off as a cocky jerk, simple as that. What with his sarcasm and sardonic attitude. Definitely not the most friendly guy around. He can be charismatic, but only if he feels like it, and only if he deems the person is 'worthy.'
However, with true friends, a completely unforeseen part of Leon typically emerges. He's not a perfect friends, but that doesn't mean he doesn't put in any effort. For friends he deems as being worth of his time, he'll actually TRY. Overall, Leon can be a chill guy. A bit arrogant, sarcastic, manipulative, and overly-opinionated, but he's not SO bad. Sure he won't think twice about stabbing someone in the back, but what can be done. That's who he is. He can try to change, but who the hell knows how long that would take. He's been twenty-one years in the making. Leon is definitely his own person. The good and the bad. He hardly has a conscious, but the keyword is hardly. Beneath that harsh facade and hard ass attitude that he tries to portray lies an emotionally vulnerable Leon who is unwilling to be known. Better the asshole than the emotional pansy.
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AND I BET YOU WONT FIND
- - one weak bone in me ,
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[/size]dakota murphy delcambre, nineteen, student
• • PARENTS , lyla mae lovato-delcambre, 44, trophy wife
alexander cillian delcambre, 49, lawyer
• • SIBLINGS ,
jane elsie delcambre, seventeen, student
• • OTHER FAMILY ,[/size] none.
• • SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ,[/size] fuck love.
• • CHILDREN ,[/size] hell no.
• • BIRTH PLACE ,[/size] dublin, ireland.
• • HISTORY ,[/size] Ever heard of an arranged marriage? No? Yeah well, that's exactly what Lyla Mae and Alexander Cillian had. Lyla Mae Lovato married Alexander Cillian Delcambre, a young man from another rich and upscale family who had business ties with the Lovato's. Their marriage was a love-less one, and that was completely reflective throughout the years. Though he was quiet about, it Delcambre had numerous mistresses that everyone, even Leon and his mother, were completely aware of. No love, no affection, nothing. Just a quick loveless marriage in hopes of increasing their money.
Next thing they knew, Lyla got knocked up, and little Leon Delcambre was born ironically on the 14th of february. At seven months, on the nineteenth of February, Leon Emerson Delcambre was born two months earlier than expected, to Lyla Mae Lovato. There were numerous complications in the tepid labor; nevertheless, both the mother and child came out breathing. He was, overall, a somewhat sickly baby boy, and the only person who seemed to be happy for his birth was his mother, Lyla.
Leon Emerson Delcambre was basically raised by his mother and her parents. His grandparents, despite their previous hatred toward Lyla's unexpected pregnancy, spoiled Leon like no other. His mother desperately attempted to keep him level-headed, to keep him from thinking that world was his to do whatever with simply because he had money; however, his mother could only do so much.
A few years after their marriage, they moved to New York City, and then Los Angeles. Soon after that, Dakota was born and afterward Jane. Leon never got along with Dakota. The two were constantly bickering and everything was like a competition between the two. A competition that he was always winning. Jane, on the other hand, he had a close relationship with.
His grandparent's spoiling Leon truly back-fired on the two. Leon was constantly in and out of private schools. Each expelling him for a different, disruptive reason. In all honesty, the kid loved learning, but he loved pissing his family off even more. As a teen, he was extremely rebellious. He was a big part of the LA club scene. That's where he spent most of his nights at-drinking and getting high. He experimented with all drugs, and was known for drinking heavily at the parties. His "parents" tried to stop him, but he somehow always managed to do something else that grated on their nerves.
Leon's childhood was uneventful, besides his trouble-making. He was a meddlesome boy though, that was for sure. His parents could barely handle him. One could say his trouble-making was a result of his need for attention. Attention he sorely lacked from his parents. His mother was depressed and completely in her own zone. And his 'father' was a businessman, enthralled with his women and his job. The only attention he received was from, unfortunately, his grand-parents.
So, that's pretty much that. He got pretty serious with a girl for once in his goddamn life, but she ended knocked up. Not that he knew. He actually had no goddamn clue. That didn't stop her from getting an abortion. Not at all.
Leon pretty much immersed himself in his music. It was just about the only thing that kept him sane. Kept his agression in check. So he met the band, they got together, and it went from there.
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IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING
- - but no need for sympathy ,
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[/size] I AM NARNIA.
• • YOUR NAME , hi, my name is ellie. c:
• • YOUR AGE ,
• • YEARS EXPERIENCE ,[/size] i am a 439 level wizard.
• • CONTACT INFORMATION ,[/size] ELLIE SIGNEDONX, say HARRY POTTER TO ME.
• • MEMBER TITLE ,[/size] IDK THESE THINGS.
• • SECRET PHRASE ,[/size] omg, that's like asking snape who's the half blood prince. ):<
• • NOTES ,[/size] I LOVE SAMMY'S CHEWBACA AND CREDIT BANNER TO LI LI TY.
• • ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,[/size]
My cold, cold sailor heart says get on your way
I ain't to proud to say but thats how I'm made.
I'll be that person 'til my dying day
I try so awful hard, but I can't change.
He stood up, limbs achingly stretching as he moved. He turned his back to her as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. He brought the cancerous stick to his lips, and lifted his red lighter, lit, to the tip of it. “It was just a kiss. It was nothing.” He iterates coldly. It was more like he was saying it to himself, then her, really. He can't look at her. So he doesn't turn around as he speaks. simply stares out into the crashing over the waves against the weathering rocks.
“It’s not like fucking asked you to be my girlfriend, or some crazy ass shit like that,” he said, smirking almost viciously. As if she had just been some girl he’d met, and not Remy fucking Ross. This was his armor. The cynicism and cryptic words. He could keep himself safe with them. Not let anyone else hurt his already pathetic excuse for a heart. Because as much as he didn’t want to admit it, that’s what she had just done. Another low blow to Leon Delcambre’s withering heart.
“I’m drunk, it was tempting, went for it. Nothing to apologize for sweetheart,” he murmured out nonchalantly as rings of smoke filtered past impish lips. There he went again, severely trying to get it into her head that the kiss meant nothing to him. Absolutely fucking nothing. That it hadn’t made his fucking heart race like a damn school girl, or made him actually fucking feel alive. He just wanted to do the damage. Because Leon could do damage. Being destructive was the easiest thing in the world. He didn’t care if he offended her quite frankly. Didn’t care if his biting words clawed at her viciously. The vengeful side of him almost wanted it, hurting her. Revenge, you know?
Lips comfortingly curled around the end of the cigarette once more. Eyes closed momentarily as he took a long drag, inhaling, and the smoke seeping into his bruised lungs. This, this was fucking easy. Falling back into his old ways, into being that bastard that apparently didn’t give a shit if he broke your heart, or crushed whatever there fucking was.
He brought the cigarette away from his lips, and gave her a side glance, as if she were nothing. Chin held up high, and posture rigid. He almost looked regal. A king to a peasant, giving orders. “Don’t mention this to any one, yeah? Don’t want to be giving any ridiculous ideas,” he drawled at lazily, each word becoming a mesh of the other. He was selfish.
He had to reassure himself. Fucking convince himself, that that kiss had meant absolutely nothing to him. It was just a kiss. Just a kiss.
tagged: remy ross.
word count: 1,668
notes: leon's a bitch. )<
listening to: animal collective, random.
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