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Current Look who's back bitches!
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8 yrs ago
We are the porg, our existence is futile.
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8 yrs ago
R.I.P Stefán Karl Stefánsson, A.K.A. Robbie Rotten. You were an icon.
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8 yrs ago
I used to write well, then I took an arrow to the knee
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8 yrs ago
You know your summer will be great when you're watching Troom Troom makeup hacks, but you're a 25 year old male who doesn't know what pigment is. #thuglife
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My name's Erklings25, but you can call me Erk, or Richie. I've been RPing since I was 9 and I'm still not any good at it. You saw nothing. I'm a massive film/literature/theatre buff, so feel free to drop me a PM if you want to chat about that kind of stuff. Because I have nothing interesting to say, here's a quote I'll leave you with that always inspires me:



HASTA LA VISTA BABY!

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@Hushed Whispers

Here's the old CS!


@Hushed Whispers Oh, could I reserve the oldest Everett brother, please? Just so I can deploy the old CS...
@Zaxter996 Hey! I'm kind of swamped by revision at the moment, so I may not be able to post for a while. So sorry.
Glad to see this is up again! I'm still interested!
I should be able to get a post up soon, so watch this space...


Lawson Hill-Porter




Lawson was bound to be going to the Arctic Monkeys gig. They were precisely his type of band. He was sitting near one of the tables, half a pint of a whiskey in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other. The joint was full of teenagers with fake IDs, 15-year-olds convinced that they looked 36, despite the ance. They were quite pathetic. Unfortunately, they were all avid customers at the music store which he worked in, so he wouldn't let himself laugh as they got thrown out into the street by order of their parents. They were no more 36 than he was.

He remembered when he was their age, unable to get into all the gigs olaying at his local pub. Even tonight he got suspicious looks from bouncers when he asked to be admitted. He downed the rest of his whiskey to stiffle a chuckle at the memories. The pub was starting to fill up, it wasn't every day that the Arctic Monkeys came to play at your small town. It was truly a once in a lifetime opportunity, as most of the people there would probably never leave town. Not Lawson though, he had plans for the future.

He'd seen someone put up a poster at his store looking for people to start a band with him, so he decided that he would put his name down for it. Unfortunately he hadn't phoned the person yet. If they were truly a music fan, they'd be at this gig. He made his way over to the bar to get a refill, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He noticed a guy a little younger than him stealthily popping a pill. How very rock'n'roll. He leaned against the bar, earwiging in on his conversation with some young woman he vaguely recognised. He must have seen them at his store.

He got bored with their conversation, until the woman mentioned an ad being placed, and something about music. Lawson was sure, this must be his man. He straightened his blue paisley bow tie, and sheepishly walked towards him. He quietly coughed to get the young pair's attention, took a drag of his cigarette and introduced himself.

"G'day. You the fella that put up that ad?" His Australian accent was strong, his voice deep. He looked Marcus up and down quickly. "You're only just starting a band, and you look high already. Must be a regular Kurt Cobain. So this girl must be your Courtney Love, eh?" He chuckled quietly, before continuing, realising he hadn't given the boy his name. "Oh, I'm Lawson. Lawson Hill-Porter, I work at the music store. I play guitar, and I wanna join your band." He stuck out his hand, an invitation for a response.
Name:
Lawson Hill-Porter

Age:
22

Appearance:


Lawson looks like a 16-year-old, much to his chagrin, a sprinkling of stubble on his chin being the only indication that he was in his early 20s. His eyes are a shade of dark blue, usually seen deep in thought. His hair is a shade of dark brown, almost never styled, as if he just rolled out of bed. His figure is quite large, with broad shoulders, long arms, large hands and feet, standing at 6'2". His sense of style is a mix of rocker and prep: leather jackets and ripped jeans, paired with oxfords, shirts and bow ties. He has a tattoo of the Ramones' logo on his upper back, and a tattoo of an owl on his upper left arm.

Instrument(s):
Rhythm guitar, (back-up) vocals, can beatbox.

Description: Lawson is not what one would a charming stranger. He is a very solitary figure, as his unrelenting bluntness and harsh words scare many people off. Unfortunately, his boyish good looks, intelligence and eloquence attract a lot of female attention. Thus, he learnt how discourage people and ward them off when he was young. He is incredibly intelligent, finishing top of almost all his classes at school. Apart from German, a language he believes was truly sent from hell. His anti-social tendencies make him an enigma to most.

The few who are close to him are aware of his undying passion for his music, and his ride-or-die attitude to his friends. He puts his music above all else, can sometimes forgets to eat or sleep when inspiration for a song hits. His Asperger Syndrome compares his social skills, his empathy, and makes him very clumsy, though he truly despises being rude to his friends. He possess a large vocabulary, and enjoys using long words to confuse people.

Favourite Genre(s)/Band(s):





Miscellaneous Info:
  • He lets his closest friend call him 'Laurie'.
  • Chain smoker
  • Has borderline Asperger's.
  • He and his parents emigrated from his family home in Brisbane, Australia, when he was 9. He managed to keep the accent.
  • Works at the music store.
@Zaxter996 Here's my CS!

Name:
Lawson Hill-Porter

Age:
22

Appearance:


Lawson looks like a 16-year-old, much to his chagrin, a sprinkling of stubble on his chin being the only indication that he was in his early 20s. His eyes are a shade of dark blue, usually seen deep in thought. His hair is a shade of dark brown, almost never styled, as if he just rolled out of bed. His figure is quite large, with broad shoulders, long arms, large hands and feet, standing at 6'2". His sense of style is a mix of rocker and prep: leathers jackets and ripped jeans, paired with oxfords, shirts and bow ties. He has a tattoo of the Ramones' logo on his upper back, and a tattoo of an owl on his upper left arm.

Instrument(s):
Rhythm guitar, (back-up) vocals, can beatbox.

Description: Lawson is not what one would a charming stranger. He is a very solitary figure, as his unrelenting bluntness and harsh words scare many people off. Unfortunately, his boyish good looks, intelligence and eloquence attract a lot of female attention. Thus, he learnt how discourage people and ward them off when he was young. He is incredibly intelligent, finishing top of almost all his classes at school. Apart from German, a language he believes was truly sent from hell. His anti-social tendencies make him an enigma to most.

The few who are close to him are aware of his undying passion for his music, and his ride-or-die attitude to his friends. He puts his music above all else, can sometimes forgets to eat or sleep when inspiration for a song hits. His Asperger Syndrome compares his social skills, his empathy, and makes him very clumsy, though he truly despises being rude to his friends. He possess a large vocabulary, and enjoys using long words to confuse people.

Favourite Genre(s)/Band(s):





Miscellaneous Info:

  • He lets his closest friend call him 'Laurie'.
  • Chain smoker
  • Has borderline Asperger's.
  • He and his parents emigrated from his family home in Brisbane, Australia, when he was 9. He managed to keep the accent.
Dibs on rhythm guitar!
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