Post by jazz on Jul 16, 2009 1:49:26 GMT -4
TOMAS ROSS HEWITT
"if I could, I’d only want to make you smile"
[/font]"if I could, I’d only want to make you smile"
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SPLIT DECISION, FINDING FIXES
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[/size] Tom, Tommy, Teddy
• • FULL NAME , Tomas Ross Hewitt
• • NICKNAMES ,
• • BIRTHDAY & AGE ,[/size] July 13th ; Nineteen years young
• • SEXUALITY ,[/size] bisexual, yet he hasn’t admitted it to anyone.
• • OCCUPATION ,[/size] bassist & backing vocals of Forever Til February
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I SEE FACES BUT NONE OF THEM
- - not one believes in me ,
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[/size] blonde, but is sometime dyed brown
• • WEIGHT & HEIGHT , 168 lbs & 5’11
• • HAIR COLOR ,
• • EYE COLOR ,[/size] light blue
• • DISTINGUISHING MARKS ,[/size] small gauges in ears, and tattoos on the left side of his chest and arm
• • FACE CLAIM ,[/size] dougie poynter
• • PERSONAL STYLE ,[/size] Tomas is a pretty tall guy and quite a few people think he’s a little intimidating at first. He’s muscular, looks somewhat tough, and the tattoos don’t ease anyone’s worry when they first meet him. Of course, new acquaintances will find he’s just a big teddy bear. He always has a white smile on his face, and really after you meet him you could swear he wouldn’t hurt a fly. Though he’d always prefer to walk around shirtless, his normal apparel comes in quite the variety. His favored brand is Hurley and can be seen wearing their t-shirts, hats, and jeans. He prefers to not wear anything too tight, feeling as if it is suffocating him, but he’s not into baggy clothes at the same time. Of course, you might see him walking around with baggy sweats on a chill day when he’s being lazy or even pajama pants. Really, he’s not embarrassed to wear anything. To him, they’re just clothes. Picking what to wear is never that big of a deal to him.
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THIS GAME HAS GOT ME SHAKING HANDS
- - with my own enemy ,
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[/size] papercuts, being shoved around, threats, heavy perfume or cologne, major druggies, alcoholics, people who can’t take hints, over the top fans, clingy people, assholes, humidity, screamo music, photographers that won’t get out of his face, people that walk all over the little guy, arrogance, watching the news, doctors, seeing other people in pain, throwing around monkey, chick flicks, telemarketers, his own cooking, headaches, awkward silences, waiting in lines, big bugs, tripping, traffic, lying around doing nothing
• • LIKES , shameless flirting, laughing, arcades, running, pranking his bandmates, acting like a child sometimes, post-it notes, snowglobes, spraying people with silly string, glow anything, talking to random strangers, pretty girls, Chinese food, his bandmates, animals, zoos, making people smile, snow, swings,other guys, yo-yos, music, his bass (it’s like his baby), fans, a drink or two, tattoos, randomness, old Saturday morning cartoons, slip and slides, sleeping, and any type of candy
• • DISLIKES ,
• • STRENGTHS ,[/size] Always optimistic even under the harshest circumstances, mature for his age, a people pleaser, very friendly no matter who the person is, can be satisfied with the little things, and confident about anything no matter how stupid he looks
• • WEAKNESSES ,[/size] can care more about other people’s welfare over his own, can’t help but agree to bets or dares, isn’t much of a partier, can’t stand to be walked on, no matter what it is always keeps a promise, and isn’t as open about himself as he pretends to be
• • FEARS ,[/size] rejection of any type, being left alone or forgotten, and fans surrounding him and tearing him apart
• • SECRETS ,[/size] he’s recently realized he’s bisexual, yet hasn’t admitted it to anyone. The boy doesn’t flaunt it at all, and seems like he’s straight as a ruler. In a way, he just hopes it’s a phase and it’ll pass.
• • PERSONALITY ,[/size] Overall, Tom is a very friendly and approachable guy. He’s always talking to the fans, striking conversations with random strangers, and normally able to answer any question you throw at him as long as it’s not too personal. Instead of being cocky or focused on himself, he’s fairly modest and actually cares a lot more for the people around him than his own well-being. Of course, that can at times get him into trouble. He strives so hard to make other people happy that he doesn’t take time to consider what fulfills himself instead. In a way, on a few occasions people take advantage of his overly friendly trait and use it to get favors from the too caring boy. When it isn’t used as a weakness, it’s probably his biggest strength. He’s the calm kid that pulls apart fights and anyone would be certain he would take a bullet for his friends. That could easily be said for his bandmates. Seriously, he loves all of them to pieces, and would happily make a joke at his own expense just to cheer them up or make them laugh. It can seem like sometimes he’s the class clown, putting a spoon on his nose or just acting like a child to make someone smile, but he’s always been that way. If you’re happy, he’s happy. Really, that’s all he needs.
He’s not a big partier compared to a lot of the other people in bands. It isn’t like he’s afraid to drink a little socially or can’t dance at all; he’s just never been really into that whole scene. He’s not conservative or anything, and won’t bash people who are wild 24/7, but he’s fine with the little things. You know, just talking to someone or doing something fun that doesn’t involve drinking or drugs. Growing up with not a ton of money, he can be very creative when it comes to finding an activity to do. This trait definitely makes him a romantic, always buying his girlfriends gifts for no reason or getting creative when it comes to dates, but before he actually dates someone he’s not exactly a player. In a way, he can sometimes get a little shy and that confidence he normally has around people he likes tends to wither. The boy will never stutter or avoid eye contact, but the more you he likes you the stupider the things that come out his mouth will sound. He loves to shamelessly flirt, but he fails at being a charmer.
Tom can be a little impulsive at times and do actions before he actually thinks them through. Normally if you ask him to help you with a prank, do a dare, or if he sees an open opportunity, he will take it. If it’s not about love, he’s pretty much glowing with confidence. He’s not shy about asking a random person an awkward question, randomly tackling someone, or doing something someone else would consider humiliating. Life is short, why not act a little silly time to time? Rarely is he embarrassed about anything and normally can stand back up tall even if he trips up. Of course, there is one topic he’s a little insecure about and has never really brought up. He’s starting to question his sexuality and though he’s normally open to his bandmates about everything, he has kept it way on the down low. The boy acts completely straight, seriously no one would expect it (neither did he), so he just believes it’s a weird phase or something. Other than that topic, he’s normally very truthful about his past and life. At times he’ll water the truth down, especially if he feels it will offend someone, but normally he attempts to be honest.
Temper wise, it really isn’t existent. Normally he has a long fuse and you’d have to really attack him in order to piss him off. If anyone is ever capable of making him mad – maybe after messing with one of his friends or family – then you want to get out of his way. Mad Tomas is a side rarely anyone has seen, and it can be very scary because of how much it clashes with his normal personality. The boy is a teddy bear, but being a big guy he can use those arms for things other than hugging. He’ll both verbally and physically attack someone if they cross the line, and when he goes off like that only someone else that holds him back will be able to stop him. Again, he’s normally a sweetheart and this is rarely seen. Afterwards, he feels incredibly guilty about his actions, no matter how many times people say it was justified.
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AND I BET YOU WONT FIND
- - one weak bone in me ,
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[/size] Chelsea Hewitt ; fourteen ; unemployed/student – very close
• • PARENTS ,
Connor Hewitt ; fifty-two ; police officer – not talking
Lisa Hewitt ; fifty ; real estate agent – very close
• • SIBLINGS ,
• • OTHER FAMILY ,[/size] n/a
• • SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ,[/size] A few girlfriends throughout high school, but nothing that lasted longer than a few months
• • CHILDREN ,[/size]
Haha. No, none yet.
• • BIRTH PLACE ,[/size] Orlando, Florida
• • HISTORY ,[/size] To tell you the truth, music wasn’t Tomas’ first favorite thing in the whole world. All the other band kids might say they had music in their lives since the moment they were born. Nah, Tom was surrounded by his father always speaking about justice and watching old cop and robber movies with him. For a while he wanted to be a police officer too or possibly some sort of crime fighter up until middle school. It only seemed practical for him to follow in his father’s footsteps and he knew it would make his father proud. His mother, on the other hand, would always tell him he was too sweet to be an officer and she didn’t want him to put himself into that type of danger. To her luck, music did eventually attract his attention when he met someone in middle school who played the bass. His name was Ryan and the kid seriously opened his mind to this whole new life. They were pretty inseparable during those three years, and eventually Tom convinced his parents to get him a bass too. Without that boy, he’s sure he’d never buy his bass or be taught the basics. Anyway, Ryan told him he had a real knack for it and learned at a pretty quick pace for a beginner. Of course, the approval of his skill wasn’t seen all around. His father was starting to get worried about how much attention Tomas was focusing on music, and numerous times would tell him to stop playing with his bass or give himself a break from music. No matter what his dad did though, he always found a way to sneak his instrument on his bed and play when no one was around. Upon entering high school, Tom lost Ryan as the boy moved to another county in Florida, and began to worry that he wouln’t meet anyone else with any interest in music. That’s when he met Forever Til February. They needed a bassist and though he was a little hesitant at first because he was never in a band, he volunteered. As well for being his first band, it was the first time he did singing of any type, and was thrilled he was actually good at it. When band life got more serious, Tom was able to juggle his friends and high school, but felt a wedge form between him and his father. His father never approved of him joining FTF and made it very clear. When they went on tour, it only got worse, and now his dad doesn’t even talk to him. He’s happy to be playing with people he’s close to and with the instrument he loves, but in the back of his mind he wishes his father would accept him for what he loves.
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IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING
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[/size] Seven to the Teen
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He loved clubs. The noise, the people, the drinks. If it weren't the few attractive people that lured him in it was definitely the alcohol he shot down his throat. After clubbing all around Ontario since he was seventeen he was a well known face to any bouncer or security that stood at the clubs entrance. Actually, they even greeted him by his first name and he did in return. He was twenty, legally able to be here, but of course he was one year short of the drinking age. At first it had been a little harder to get drinks on his own, even if his pretty face coaxed a few people to buy him shots, yet eventually Leon decided he wanted to be independent. He had an attitude that hated being dependent on anyone so one day he decided he'd purchase them on his own. The first time he tried hadn't gone too well, and he'll admit, when the guy asked him for his ID he pussied out. Now though, he knew how to do it right. You never get the point where they ask and instead ask so bluntly that they can't so no. And if they do begin to question you, push them back into their place. Even though Leon would like to see himself as a pretty attractive person, when he was pissed off he was the scariest thing alive. Usually a threat was all that was needed to get that drink he wanted so badly.
A regular, he recognized some people, smiling at some and ignoring others. To be honest, a lot of the people he saw here made him sneer, being his partners in his one night stands. People just didn't get a clue of how it worked with Leon at all. Heading towards the back to the bar he quickly ordered a Long Island and used the time to scope out the dance floor. There were a few nice looking guys, but no one that completely blew him a way at the moment. He hadn't necessarily planned though to get into anyone's pants tonight. Getting drunk wouldn't be awful, nor would just dancing get his mind off St. Alexander's for awhile. Tonight, all he had come for was a nice distraction from everything else that was going on. Leaning against the bar counter he continued to scout, frowning as still nothing caught his attention. “Damn,” he muttered disappointedly, and turned around when the bartender tapped him on the shoulder to give him his drink. “If I order another round let's try to speed it up next time, hm?” he told the bartender as he exchanged the drink for money. He was such an ass, and by the roll of the bartenders eyes he must of thought so too.
Smirking with amusement he took the drink and took a small sip, letting the the tingle nicely burn down his throat. His tolerance was pretty good, so he doubted he'd be wasted too fast. On most occasions that would be a great trait, especially during a drinking contest, but it wasn't that kind on his pocket. At this point he thought that was the only way he'd enjoy his night here. Sober, he wouldn't settle for anything less when it came to who he could potentially leave with. Drunk though, he might consider someone he normally wouldn't. Not feeling much of a buzz yet he was about to take another sip when someone asked if he'd like to dance with him. At first he was a little upset someone would bug him while he was drinking, but when he got a good look of the kid he decided wasn't too bad looking. So far the best thing he'd seen in this club all night. Smiling, he placed down the drink and told him, “Alright, let's see what you got,” The two left the bar, the other boy smiling, and Leon gave himself a moment to get used to the beat of the music before he began dancing with the other boy. It was fun for awhile, being able to get so close to the other kid, letting his hands skid over his sides and touch his hips, but soon the tutor found himself distracted.
In the corner of his eyes another boy caught his attention, definitely a scale up from the kid he was at the moment getting to know on the dance floor. Nice hair. Nice body. Very nice ass. He watched this new kid for a little bit, feeling like he might be one of the students at St. Alexander before realizing that he didn't care. Abruptly he stopped dancing, pulling a way from the other boy who looked a little bit surprised. How sad. He had hurt his feelings. “Sorry, babe, it was fun. Maybe next time?” he said, though by his tone there most likely wouldn't be. Turning his attention back to this other kid, he began dancing again, but this time going his direction. Leon didn't feel desperate by how he was approaching him, just showing he was a man that knew what he wanted. When he was close enough his blue eyes were able to get a better look of the kid, instantly knowing he had made the right choice by ditching the other guy. “Leon Gaulen,” he said over the music when it began to slow down to transition to the next song. The tutor wasn't one to play games when it came to introductions. He liked to keep it quick and simple. “You're a decent dancer,” he said with a smirk, shrugging slightly. Most would throw compliments like change, but Leon was more careful. He wouldn't stoop so low to kissing someone's ass to get what he wanted. “I think you'd do better though if you tried dancing with me,” A little forward, but that was Leon.
A regular, he recognized some people, smiling at some and ignoring others. To be honest, a lot of the people he saw here made him sneer, being his partners in his one night stands. People just didn't get a clue of how it worked with Leon at all. Heading towards the back to the bar he quickly ordered a Long Island and used the time to scope out the dance floor. There were a few nice looking guys, but no one that completely blew him a way at the moment. He hadn't necessarily planned though to get into anyone's pants tonight. Getting drunk wouldn't be awful, nor would just dancing get his mind off St. Alexander's for awhile. Tonight, all he had come for was a nice distraction from everything else that was going on. Leaning against the bar counter he continued to scout, frowning as still nothing caught his attention. “Damn,” he muttered disappointedly, and turned around when the bartender tapped him on the shoulder to give him his drink. “If I order another round let's try to speed it up next time, hm?” he told the bartender as he exchanged the drink for money. He was such an ass, and by the roll of the bartenders eyes he must of thought so too.
Smirking with amusement he took the drink and took a small sip, letting the the tingle nicely burn down his throat. His tolerance was pretty good, so he doubted he'd be wasted too fast. On most occasions that would be a great trait, especially during a drinking contest, but it wasn't that kind on his pocket. At this point he thought that was the only way he'd enjoy his night here. Sober, he wouldn't settle for anything less when it came to who he could potentially leave with. Drunk though, he might consider someone he normally wouldn't. Not feeling much of a buzz yet he was about to take another sip when someone asked if he'd like to dance with him. At first he was a little upset someone would bug him while he was drinking, but when he got a good look of the kid he decided wasn't too bad looking. So far the best thing he'd seen in this club all night. Smiling, he placed down the drink and told him, “Alright, let's see what you got,” The two left the bar, the other boy smiling, and Leon gave himself a moment to get used to the beat of the music before he began dancing with the other boy. It was fun for awhile, being able to get so close to the other kid, letting his hands skid over his sides and touch his hips, but soon the tutor found himself distracted.
In the corner of his eyes another boy caught his attention, definitely a scale up from the kid he was at the moment getting to know on the dance floor. Nice hair. Nice body. Very nice ass. He watched this new kid for a little bit, feeling like he might be one of the students at St. Alexander before realizing that he didn't care. Abruptly he stopped dancing, pulling a way from the other boy who looked a little bit surprised. How sad. He had hurt his feelings. “Sorry, babe, it was fun. Maybe next time?” he said, though by his tone there most likely wouldn't be. Turning his attention back to this other kid, he began dancing again, but this time going his direction. Leon didn't feel desperate by how he was approaching him, just showing he was a man that knew what he wanted. When he was close enough his blue eyes were able to get a better look of the kid, instantly knowing he had made the right choice by ditching the other guy. “Leon Gaulen,” he said over the music when it began to slow down to transition to the next song. The tutor wasn't one to play games when it came to introductions. He liked to keep it quick and simple. “You're a decent dancer,” he said with a smirk, shrugging slightly. Most would throw compliments like change, but Leon was more careful. He wouldn't stoop so low to kissing someone's ass to get what he wanted. “I think you'd do better though if you tried dancing with me,” A little forward, but that was Leon.
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