Helo

This Town of Ours

Location: The Church
Tags: Lilith (@dragonbutts), Nicole (@Silence Sounds), Father Luca (@Metronome)

Wyatt couldn’t help but silently agree with Father Luca not being much use at vampire hunting. He thought it was strange that Nicole didn’t want any biscuits, who didn’t appreciate a free meal. Wyatt helped himself to the still warm and flaky biscuits the good Father had been kind enough to provide. He chewed as he listened to the others talk. Nicole seemed to be in a rush to be out of the church, a place that did make some people uncomfortable, and he wondered what the rush was, it was still light out so they likely weren’t going to make much headway on the vampire tracking until night. Whatever, he figured that was her own business, there were some people out there whose entire lives didn’t revolve around hunting after all. He could vaguely remember what that was like to think about something other than killing monsters. He thought back to a time when the highlight of his day wasn’t free bred in a dusty old room.

No point in dwelling on the past now though, for now he had to focus on the hunt. He quickly swallowed the remains of biscuit he had in his mouth. “I guess it’d be helpful if you could tell us anything about the victims and where they were found. Maybe we could establish a pattern, a certain part of town the thing prefers to hunt at or what kind of person it tends to go after, anything you can think of to help us track the thing or even some incidental details that might have struck you as odd.” Wyatt asked the priest, hoping for a bit more to go on than a vampire in town, the quicker they stopped this thing the better. After he spoke he popped another half a biscuit in his mouth, it had been a while since he’d had hot food.

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Location: Vampire Manor
Tags: Seb ([dragonbutts])

Bas was like a frustrated cat, he hated being cooped up inside with nothing to do. He was restless and agitated; he wanted to hunt something, even if it wasn’t human. Unfortunately, unless he was craving rats from the basement, there was nothing to hunt in the manor. Waiting for anything, especially for the night, wasn’t exactly his strong suit, so to the pass the time he had to find something to do. Although Kyle was a cool guy he was somewhat predictable which made Bas lose interest in him fairly quickly, and Marianne was always going on about art and stuff he was barely interested in, and most of the rest of the coven was either out, missing, or refused to put up with his antics. The only option left for entertainment was the new vamp, Seb.

Seb was like a shiny new toy, Bas had yet to figure him out completely, he’d yet to figure out how to make him lose his cool so he was not yet predictable. Bas’s new game was to figure out the best ways to both manipulate and aggravate him, and eventually he would solve that puzzle and need a new form of entertainment. For now, though the name of the game was instigation and it seemed that noisily rummaging through the study had barely earned him a look of annoyance; Bas welcomed a more difficult challenge. So far Seb had proven to be about as lively as a god damn statue, and statues were boring. Bas’s challenge to himself was to see if he could get the guy to liven up some before nightfall.

“Nothing, huh?” Bas said in response as he picked up a decanter of scotch, scotch that was old by human standards but still young in comparison to the vampires in the room. Bas pour two glasses of the amber liquid. “Doesn’t look like nothin’, what it looks like is brooding. And fucking Christ on a cracker man that’s like vampire cliche number one.” He added as he place on of the glasses of scotch by Seb. Bas took a swig of his own glass and for a second he missed the warmth a strong drink used to give him. “You’re old as shit and all so I’m guessing you’ve forgotten how to have fun, or maybe you’ve never knew how to have fun in the first place, I don’t know. What I do know is that sitting in some dusty old room all day is gonna make you wanna go sunbathing. So instead of spending the day gloomin’ about…” Bas paused dramatically and took a second to finish the scotch in his glass before continuing. “You wanna play Mario Kart?” Bas asked, picking a game that had causedveven the coolest of heads lose their tempers.

Vinehurst High

Brody slept like the dead, the sound of his alarm beeping obnoxiously failed to stir him. It wasn’t until the sound of his father, fist banging against his door and slurred voice shouting at him, that he finally rose.

“Boy, you shut that damn thing off or I swear to god-” His old man yelled, he jiggled the door knob but Brody always slept with his door locked; after you get woken up with a kick to the ribs a few times you learn. When the door didn’t open, the man knocked louder.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s off.” Brody said, frantically turning off the clock radio that sat on the floor next to his mattress. He heard his old man grumble something and shuffle off. He got up and rummaged through the clothes piles in his room, searching for the clean pile. He grabbed some clothes, his shoes, and backpack and threw them near his bed. He unlocked his door and peaked out of his room, the old man had passed back out in his own room which meant he was safe to use the bathroom without any more unpleasant encounters.

After a shower, he returned to his room and got ready for school. Everything but his shoes, socks, and boxers were from the thrift store; faded jeans with naturally occurring ripped up knees that was just a bit too big and too long for him, an old, faded, Iron Maiden t-shirt, and a red flannel shirt. His shoes, black and gray Etnies, had seen better days, but he’d keep wearing them until they literally fell apart. He grabbed his wallet and phone and shoved them into his pockets and threw his backpack over his shoulder. Before he left the house, he threw on a snapback and grabbed one of his boards,

As soon as he was outside his wheels hit the pavement; skating was his preferred method of getting around although to make it to school on time meant catching a bus for part of the way. Before heading to the bus stop he stooped at one of the corner stores for a red bull, a cheap sleeve of donuts, and a pack of Camel Blue’s; the guy at the corner store never asked for ID. At the bus stop he ate the white powdered donuts, drank the red bull, and smoked a cigarette while waiting. He flicked the almost finished cigarette into the street just as the bus pulled up.

He got off the bus after a few stops and skated the rest of the way to school. He made to the campus just in time to see Sol catch some air only to earn a lecture from Mr. Kovacs. In his opinion, Kovacs was a total douche, last year he had literally told Brody that ‘if he caught him using school grounds as his personal half pipe he’d put his board in a wood chipped,’ like what a jackass. He said nothing to the nerds who rode their bikes to school but was always picking on the skaters. But, since today his target seemed to be Sol, Brody rolled past him giving the man’s back the finger and sticking his tongue out as he passed, and hoping Sol saw him do it.

Upon reaching the front door he pushes down on the tail of the board until and turns toward the door stopping quickly, Brody then steps off and gives the tail of his board a quick pop and catches the front truck in his hand. He headed towards his locker but before he made it there he noticed a small crowd had formed in the hall. They were like sharks that smelled blood, and it usually meant one thing, a fight. When he got closer however it seemed like he had missed all the action and found Kurt slumped down by some lockers with a freshly bloody nose. Brody approached and sat next to Kurt and sat his board on his other side.

“Man you couldn’t even make it to homeroom without startin’ a fight. I’m not mad bro, just, like, disappointed. Mostly that you didn’t wait for me and, hey man, you should pinch your nose and lean forward, you look anemic enough as it.” Brody teased his friend as he leaned against the cool lockers, noticing that he looked a bit paler than usual. Man, for a guy who looked like the wind could blow him away he certainly had a talent for finding trouble. Brody liked that, Kurt was scrappy like an alley cat, never doing what was in his best interest. They had a more than a few things in common besides shitty dads which was probably why they got along pretty well.

“Whatcha think, Skellington, you need an escort to the nurse? She’s always hooking me up with apple juice and ice packs. Or you know we could plot, like, sweet, sweet, revenge on our enemies.” Bordy kept rambling on, Kurt looked like he might pass out so he was hoping to give him something to focus on.

This Town of Ours

Location: The Church
Tags: Lilith (@dragonbutts), Nicole (@Silence Sounds), Father Luca (@Metronome)

Wyatt laughed a little and shook his head at Lilith’s reply, seemed like she just couldn’t help swearing in the church. Luckily it didn’t seem to bother Father Luca and if there was any kind of higher power in the world he hoped it would be enlightened enough to care more about someone sacrificing their own life and happiness to save others and fight evil more than they would care about what one said in a church. He followed the others from the main part of the church into a smaller room, one designated by the Father as their meeting place, discussing vampires out in the open wasn’t always smart. As he followed Father Luca he also noticed the bags of food, was that biscuits?, that he carried with him. His stomach growled fairly audibly at the thought of hot food. He sat in the row behind Lilith, the proper way, he always felt like a certain about of professionalism was expected of him, an idea instilled in him by his father and the older more traditional group he tended to hunt with. Although it was nice to have someone around who brought a more relaxed energy like Lilith did.

Out of respect for Father Luca, and the position that he held, Wyatt tried to give the man his full attention as he explained the situation his town and community were in. But his attention kept shifting to, what for him, was the most heavenly thing in the whole building; the aroma cascading from the bags Father Luca held. True it was tragic that Father Walter was missing and likely dead but that was the fate that awaited most who spent their time battling actual demons. He didn’t want to bring up the delicious food he knew the bags contained right after Luca’s news about his probably deceased mentor but it was the thing his mind and eyes kept drifting towards. Luckily Lilith broke the silence, immediately assuring Father Luca that this would all be ‘easy peasy.’ While Wyatt wasn’t religious he was superstitious and she had, mostly likely, doomed them all. Whatever was going on in this town he now doubted it was going to go smoothly.

“Ranger huh? Does that make you the barbarian or the wizard” He joked back at Lilith. “You have my word, Father, that we’ll do all we can to stop this evil.” He added, standing intently. He was relieved that Luca had brought up the subject of payment on his own, it was always awkward to bring up but necessary; doing this for free was unsustainable although he only accepted payment after the job was completed. His attention then turned back to the bags of food. “So uh, are you just really hungry or were you looking to break bread with us.” He asked, gesturing to the food the Father had been carrying around and had seemingly forgotten about.

Vinehurst High

Brody Sullivan

Theme Song:Here's to Life - Streetlight Manifesto
"And I don't know much, but I do know this: With a golden heart comes a rebel fist. But I can't help agreeing with those that would not quit."

Name: Brody Keegen Sullivan

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Role: Skater/Stoner


Appearance:
Brody stands at about 5’9 with an athletic build although he hides his physicality under loose fitting clothing. His skin is tanned both from spending a good amount of time outdoors and a refusal to put on sun screen, like ever. His shaggy brown hair is a wild mop that’s almost always hidden under a hat and seems to be almost untamable. His eyes are bright blue and he’s got big broad smile. He’s got a few scars, one along his left forearm from a bad break, another over his right eyebrow from a gnarly wipeout, and has broken quite a few bones in his time, a cast of some kind seems to be almost an accessory for him. As for clothing, he shops almost exclusively at thrift stores, and a lot of times goes to ones in the nicer part of town to find better stuff. He prefers jeans, usually a little loose fitting; it can be hard to always find your exact size when you only buy second hand, t-shirts, and hoodies. As for accessories, other than casts and injuries, he’s almost always in a hat and with a skateboard.


Personality:
“The saddest people smile the brightest.” -Author Unknown. Words that can kind of sum up Brody. As a man who has gone through a lot in his short time he manages to always look on the bright side; as long as he’s still alive there’s always a chance for things to get better. He’s no quitter; hard work and perseverance have gotten him far in life, and he’s more than willing to put his all into something he cares about. He doesn’t take shit, and won’t stand by and watch others take it either; Brody is more than willing to stand up for anyone he sees getting bullied even if it means taking a beating, he has, after all, been through worse. He won’t hesitate to back a friend up in a fight either. Although he hates to admit that he has that side to him, Brody likes to fight and he has a quick temper. His willingness to resort to violence sometimes worries him, mostly that he’ll be like his father and ending up like him is his biggest fear.

Overall at school he seems happy go lucky, he likes to joke around and have a good time. Brody never appears to take anything other than skating seriously. He doesn’t care to burden others with his problems, and can’t stand being the guest of honor at a pity party. He plays everything off like it’s no big deal, he keeps a lot of things bottled up and generally has a very unhealthy way of dealing with life. Growing up he was deprived of attention a lot, which lead to him absolutely craving it, he’s willing to do almost anything for attention from his peers, even if it’s dangerous or makes him look stupid, it’s better than nothing. This tendency can lead to him coming off as annoying or immature to those around him.

He's never been comfortable completely letting his guard down with anyone, a lot of people have let him down in his life and so keeping people just far away enough that it’s okay to lose them just makes sense to him. He doesn’t often give second chances to those who’ve let him down and doesn’t trust anyone lightly. Questioning authority is basically a reflex for him at this point, adults have always failed him and trouble is attention. He hates being treated like he’s stupid. He hates anyone who grew up too easy, rich kids, seeing them as spoiled and entitled. He hates anyone who he sees as a bully. While he tries to be a good person, stand up for those who need it, ultimately he has a lot of hate and anger in him and fighting or skating seems to be the only release for that.


History:
“I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth!” -The Who (Substitute). Words that Brody can certainly relate too, growing up in one of the poorer areas of the city and raised by an alcoholic father, and a depressed, and pill addict mother, didn’t give him the easiest of upbringings. His mother worked as waitress, she was rarely home before his bedtime and saw her for maybe an hour a day if he was lucky. His father was constantly losing jobs mainly because of his heavy drinking. As a kid, he was always starving for attention, trying so hard for his parents to notice him at all but they were either too busy or too fucked up on something. He ended up spending a lot of time with his older cousin Zack who was a bit of a skate punk himself. Zack bought him his first skateboard when he was six and taught him everything he knew and it wasn’t long before a young Brody was out-skating kids twice his age.

His life changed when he was twelve, found his mom hanging in the bathroom overdosed on pills. He’s more than certain it was intentional; she’d taken way too many for it to have been accidental and she’d been gone far too long for the paramedics to do anything. He does feel guilty about how long it took him too call 911, but he’d been frozen in shock for a long while at the sight of his mother, blue, and lying lifeless on the bathroom floor. His dad blames him, he waited too long, if he hadn’t been such an idiot they could’ve brought her back and sometimes he really believes that. His dad got worse after that, drank more, got violent, and normally took out his anger on Brody whose hospital visits were often assumed to be from skateboarding.

Brody was a scrawny weird kid, picked on all the time for being poor, being weird, and for because back then he was just such an easy target. Eventually it inspired him to work out, he was going to make sure he wasn’t such an easy target, that he would be capable to fight back, against bullies and his father. By the time he reached high school Brody was capable of defending himself. His family business he keeps to himself, the other kids don’t know how his mom died and back then he went to a completely different school anyway. People who ask get told it was a car accident, and he tries not talk about his dad but most people know he’s a drunk just from gossip. He keeps all the times they’ve been evicted, eaten at soup kitchens, or stayed in shelters to himself, he already gets shit for being poor no reason to make that worse.

Brody likes to work out at the school gym, in fact he looks for just about any reason not to go home; never knowing what mood he’ll find his dad in, or whether or not they’ll be another eviction notice on the door. For a while he could crash with his cousin Zack but a couple years ago, his cousin went to prison; stabbed someone over a drug dispute guess he wasn’t quite the role mode Brody thought he was. For money, his dad collects some welfare and every now and then has a job, Brody works at a skate shop and sells weed and occasionally other “party drugs” to help out but generally stays away from anything too hard.

As for school, Brody usually has more pressing matters on his mind than homework or studying; like if he’s gonna have any dinner or even a place to sleep, so his grades aren’t great usually in the C or D range, passing by the skin of his teeth. He’s not dumb or lazy though, he wishes he could do better and actually really likes his science, english, and history classes. He feels destined to end up in shit jobs like his parents, he doesn’t really think he has the grades or money for college, but sometimes dreams about what it would be like to have a job that really matters; maybe a scientist or lawyer or a teacher. He’d like to make a difference in the world, be something better than his humble beginnings.


Other:
Absolutely loves classic rock, punk, ska, hip-hop, reggae, metal, and grunge music. Catcher in the Rye is both his favorite novels and one of the few he's even read more than once. He'll eat just about anything and will finish your food if you're not going to eat it. Brody loves hot sauce and will put it on almost anything. He'll do stupid stuff to impress people, especially girls; once at lunch he ate a Carolina Reaper and spent the rest of lunch puking in the trash and violently hiccuping until he was sent home. Most people think he's cheap as he tries not to let on just how poor his family is, and will try and avoid spending money things while at the same time he refuses to accept handouts. He hates math class, staying still for too long, and he's terrified of needles. He'd chose weed over booze anytime, though it took him a while to be able to try alcohol after so many years of seeing what it had done to his father, but now a days he's willing to indulge a little. He works at a skate shop a couple days a week, mostly for the discount and the chance to talk to people as obsessed with skating as he is and makes decent money selling mostly weed and the occasionally other "party drug."

More than anything thought, Brody loves skating, it's almost like the only therapy he's ever had. Skating is meditation; focusing his mind only on the present, the action and the muscle memory, his escape from thinking or worrying about his life and future. It taught him that when you fall you get back up and keep going and that there is reward in that. It gave him an identity, friends, and people he could be himself around. Without it he'd be much worse off, and he might not have had an outlet or escape. Any day he doesn't have a chance to skate is hard for him, he gets restless, temperamental, and makes it so much harder to deal with things. It's not just a hobby for him, it's his lifeline, the one constant thing he's had that makes things better.

Vinehurst High

Troubled Sk8r Boi

Theme Song:Here's to Life - Streetlight Manifesto
"And I don't know much, but I do know this: With a golden heart comes a rebel fist. But I can't help agreeing with those that would not quit."

Name: Brody Keegen Sullivan

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Role: Skater/Stoner


Appearance:
Brody stands at about 5’9 with an athletic build although he hides his physicality under loose fitting clothing. His skin is tanned both from spending a good amount of time outdoors and a refusal to put on sun screen, like ever. His shaggy brown hair is a wild mop that’s almost always hidden under a hat and seems to be almost untamable. His eyes are bright blue and he’s got big broad smile. He’s got a few scars, one along his left forearm from a bad break, another over his right eyebrow from a gnarly wipeout, and has broken quite a few bones in his time, a cast of some kind seems to be almost an accessory for him. As for clothing, he shops almost exclusively at thrift stores, and a lot of times goes to ones in the nicer part of town to find better stuff. He prefers jeans, usually a little loose fitting; it can be hard to always find your exact size when you only buy second hand, t-shirts, and hoodies. As for accessories, other than casts and injuries, he’s almost always in a hat and with a skateboard.


Personality:
“The saddest people smile the brightest.” -Author Unknown. Words that can kind of sum up Brody. As a man who has gone through a lot in his short time he manages to always look on the bright side; as long as he’s still alive there’s always a chance for things to get better. He’s no quitter; hard work and perseverance have gotten him far in life, and he’s more than willing to put his all into something he cares about. He doesn’t take shit, and won’t stand by and watch others take it either; Brody is more than willing to stand up for anyone he sees getting bullied even if it means taking a beating, he has, after all, been through worse. He won’t hesitate to back a friend up in a fight either. Although he hates to admit that he has that side to him, Brody likes to fight and he has a quick temper. His willingness to resort to violence sometimes worries him, mostly that he’ll be like his father and ending up like him is his biggest fear.

Overall at school he seems happy go lucky, he likes to joke around and have a good time. Brody never appears to take anything other than skating seriously. He doesn’t care to burden others with his problems, and can’t stand being the guest of honor at a pity party. He plays everything off like it’s no big deal, he keeps a lot of things bottled up and generally has a very unhealthy way of dealing with life. Growing up he was deprived of attention a lot, which lead to him absolutely craving it, he’s willing to do almost anything for attention from his peers, even if it’s dangerous or makes him look stupid, it’s better than nothing. This tendency can lead to him coming off as annoying or immature to those around him.

He's never been comfortable completely letting his guard down with anyone, a lot of people have let him down in his life and so keeping people just far away enough that it’s okay to lose them just makes sense to him. He doesn’t often give second chances to those who’ve let him down and doesn’t trust anyone lightly. Questioning authority is basically a reflex for him at this point, adults have always failed him and trouble is attention. He hates being treated like he’s stupid. He hates anyone who grew up too easy, rich kids, seeing them as spoiled and entitled. He hates anyone who he sees as a bully. While he tries to be a good person, stand up for those who need it, ultimately he has a lot of hate and anger in him and fighting or skating seems to be the only release for that.


History:
“I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth!” -The Who (Substitute). Words that Brody can certainly relate too, growing up in one of the poorer areas of the city and raised by an alcoholic father, and a depressed, and pill addict mother, didn’t give him the easiest of upbringings. His mother worked as waitress, she was rarely home before his bedtime and saw her for maybe an hour a day if he was lucky. His father was constantly losing jobs mainly because of his heavy drinking. As a kid, he was always starving for attention, trying so hard for his parents to notice him at all but they were either too busy or too fucked up on something. He ended up spending a lot of time with his older cousin Zack who was a bit of a skate punk himself. Zack bought him his first skateboard when he was six and taught him everything he knew and it wasn’t long before a young Brody was out-skating kids twice his age.

His life changed when he was twelve, found his mom hanging in the bathroom overdosed on pills. He’s more than certain it was intentional; she’d taken way too many for it to have been accidental and she’d been gone far too long for the paramedics to do anything. He does feel guilty about how long it took him too call 911, but he’d been frozen in shock for a long while at the sight of his mother, blue, and lying lifeless on the bathroom floor. His dad blames him, he waited too long, if he hadn’t been such an idiot they could’ve brought her back and sometimes he really believes that. His dad got worse after that, drank more, got violent, and normally took out his anger on Brody whose hospital visits were often assumed to be from skateboarding.

Brody was a scrawny weird kid, picked on all the time for being poor, being weird, and for because back then he was just such an easy target. Eventually it inspired him to work out, he was going to make sure he wasn’t such an easy target, that he would be capable to fight back, against bullies and his father. By the time he reached high school Brody was capable of defending himself. His family business he keeps to himself, the other kids don’t know how his mom died and back then he went to a completely different school anyway. People who ask get told it was a car accident, and he tries not talk about his dad but most people know he’s a drunk just from gossip. He keeps all the times they’ve been evicted, eaten at soup kitchens, or stayed in shelters to himself, he already gets shit for being poor no reason to make that worse.

Brody likes to work out at the school gym, in fact he looks for just about any reason not to go home; never knowing what mood he’ll find his dad in, or whether or not they’ll be another eviction notice on the door. For a while he could crash with his cousin Zack but a couple years ago, his cousin went to prison; stabbed someone over a drug dispute guess he wasn’t quite the role mode Brody thought he was. For money, his dad collects some welfare and every now and then has a job, Brody works at a skate shop and sells weed and occasionally other “party drugs” to help out but generally stays away from anything too hard.

As for school, Brody usually has more pressing matters on his mind than homework or studying; like if he’s gonna have any dinner or even a place to sleep, so his grades aren’t great usually in the C or D range, passing by the skin of his teeth. He’s not dumb or lazy though, he wishes he could do better and actually really likes his science, english, and history classes. He feels destined to end up in shit jobs like his parents, he doesn’t really think he has the grades or money for college, but sometimes dreams about what it would be like to have a job that really matters; maybe a scientist or lawyer or a teacher. He’d like to make a difference in the world, be something better than his humble beginnings.


Other:
Absolutely loves classic rock, punk, ska, hip-hop, reggae, metal, and grunge music. Catcher in the Rye is both his favorite novels and one of the few he's even read more than once. He'll eat just about anything and will finish your food if you're not going to eat it. Brody loves hot sauce and will put it on almost anything. He'll do stupid stuff to impress people, especially girls; once at lunch he ate a Carolina Reaper and spent the rest of lunch puking in the trash and violently hiccuping until he was sent home. Most people think he's cheap as he tries not to let on just how poor his family is, and will try and avoid spending money things while at the same time he refuses to accept handouts. He hates math class, staying still for too long, and he's terrified of needles. He'd chose weed over booze anytime, though it took him a while to be able to try alcohol after so many years of seeing what it had done to his father, but now a days he's willing to indulge a little. He works at a skate shop a couple days a week, mostly for the discount and the chance to talk to people as obsessed with skating as he is and makes decent money selling mostly weed and the occasionally other "party drug."

More than anything thought, Brody loves skating, it's almost like the only therapy he's ever had. Skating is meditation; focusing his mind only on the present, the action and the muscle memory, his escape from thinking or worrying about his life and future. It taught him that when you fall you get back up and keep going and that there is reward in that. It gave him an identity, friends, and people he could be himself around. Without it he'd be much worse off, and he might not have had an outlet or escape. Any day he doesn't have a chance to skate is hard for him, he gets restless, temperamental, and makes it so much harder to deal with things. It's not just a hobby for him, it's his lifeline, the one constant thing he's had that makes things better.

It's A Long Way To The Top... (Band/Musician RP)

Cole rolled over onto his back and starred at ceiling in a unsuccessful attempt to will his hangover away. He hadn’t remembered bringing anyway back here last night but sure enough he woke up this morning to some girl sneaking out with his Misfits t-shirt. Wasn’t too bad though, last time he brought someone back here she’d ended up stealing a lot more than a t-shirt. He finally got out of bed and made his way towards the bathroom, found a bottle of aspirin, and washed a few down with an old stale beer that had been left on the counter. He smelled the shirt he was currently wearing and decided it was definitely time for a shower. He had a weird feeling like he was forgetting something but continued to ignore, he kind of had that feeling a lot. He then went on to fix his mohawk, using quite a bit of the cheap hair gel that kept it in place and it wasn’t until a good while later, while eating a bowl of cereal that he remembered what he was supposed to do today.

”Shit.” He muttered, he was supposed to meet that Marcus guy for an audition. He looked over at his alarm clock which was blinking a 12:00 and clearly no help, he really needed to fix that sometime. He searched around a bit until he found his phone, he was very much late, and quickly threw on some clothes. Luckily the rehearsal studio wasn’t too far from his apartment, actually pretty much everything in town wasn’t too far; it was a pretty small town. He left his apartment, hopped on his bike, and grinned as the engine made a satisfying sound as it started up.

He parked near the studio and walked the rest of way until he spotted Marcus laying on the ground with a girl, and a couple of others gathered around. “Hey Marcus, you forming a band or a harem? Cause I’m only interested in the first one.” He asked grinning before offering out his hand to help them up.

Vinehurst High

Down for a skater dude

It's A Long Way To The Top... (Band/Musician RP)

Well then, expect a post from the strange man in bed who happens to be a frequently late for everything drummer later today

It's A Long Way To The Top... (Band/Musician RP)

Cole

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Name: Cole Donovan

Appearance: Tall, standing at 6’3, with a lean and wiry build, and most noticeably sporting a mohawk that is currently dyed a variety of colors, though he changes it constantly. His natural hair color is a dirty blond but he hasn’t had a natural hair color for about seven years now, and his eyes are dark brown. He has gauged ears, cartilage piercings, a septum piercing, lip ring, and tongue ring. He has several tattoo’s, mainly on his arms, of varying quality. He wears a lot of band t’s, pop culture shirts mainly from horror films, and ironic shirts. Most of his jeans are ripped up, he has a few pairs of checkered slacks and plaid pants as well and wears combat boots almost exclusively. His favorite leather jacket is covered in punk patches, buttons, studs, and spikes, and is usually seen with a cigarette in his mouth. His style is very much what you’d expect from a punk but he can clean up and throw on a suit every now and then when needed.

Age: 23

Instrument(s): Drums

Description: Excitable, boisterous, and outgoing; Cole first and foremost likes to have a good time and make sure others are having a good time as well. Sure, at times he can be more than a bit over confidant as well as a bit much for the more reserved folks around but he usually means well. He likes to make people feel included, he likes new people, and likes to make sure others have a good time. He has a quick temper and genuinely likes a good fight but then gets over things quickly and doesn’t often hold a grudge. Cole’s impulsive, easily distracted, and doesn’t take much seriously besides music. He’s a loyal friend who takes the rule of the pit with him in life; if someone falls you help them back up.

Favorite Genres: Punk is his first love, his favorite, but he branches out also enjoying Ska, Hip Hop, Rock, Grudge, Alternative, Blues, and Metal; Rob’s musical taste encompasses a wide range and he’ll give just about anything a listen.
Favorite Musicians/Bands: The Ramones, Tom Waits, Nirvana, Nick Cave, Streetlight Manifesto, The Clash, Dead Kennedys, Buddy Rich, Black Flag, Sublime, Bad Religion, Misfits, and Led Zeppelin.

Brief Backstory: Born in Melbourne, Cole’s mother took off when he was around three leaving him to be raised by his father. As a youngster, he had no idea what his dad did for a living but later on he learned his father was a drug dealer and career criminal. Cole was always a bit of a wild child, full of ADHD and no real outlet for his energy he was always bouncing off the walls. Although he went through various phases where he’d be into sports, skateboarding, or martial arts eventually he settled on an obsession with music, then particularly punk music, and then at twelve he decided he wanted to play the drums. His father got him a cheap drum kit, sound proofed the basement and the rest is basically history.

His father was rarely around and Cole spent most of his time getting into trouble with other kids his age and falling in love with the punk scene. He spent the rest of his time honing his skills on the drums, dreaming of making a living through music. He never really had time or interest in school, he blew off classes in favor of seeing live shows or sleeping off a hangover. At sixteen his father went to prison and Cole was sent to live with cousins in New South Wales, although his new guardians tried to get him to focus on school his only real interest was music.

He went out on his own when he came of age, has gone through a variety of jobs he never cared about just to have food and pay rent, and has played with a few different local bands who never really had the drive he has. Every band he’s been in has eventually broken up due to members wanting to peruse real jobs. For Cole, there is no back up plan, music is everything to him and it’s all he wants to do.

Miscellaneous Info: Like’s to smoke, drink, and party. He rides a black Ducati Diavel or a skateboard, rarely wears a helmet as it ‘messes with the hawk’. He loves Animal, from the Muppets, who was kind of his childhood hero. Will eat just about anything and seems to be always hungry. Currently works as a bartender at a local dive bar.

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Name: Cole Donovan

Appearance: Tall, standing at 6’3, with a lean and wiry build, and most noticeably sporting a mohawk that is currently dyed a variety of colors, though he changes it constantly. His natural hair color is a dirty blond but he hasn’t had a natural hair color for about seven years now, and his eyes are dark brown. He has gauged ears, cartilage piercings, a septum piercing, lip ring, and tongue ring. He has several tattoo’s, mainly on his arms, of varying quality. He wears a lot of band t’s, pop culture shirts mainly from horror films, and ironic shirts. Most of his jeans are ripped up, he has a few pairs of checkered slacks and plaid pants as well and wears combat boots almost exclusively. His favorite leather jacket is covered in punk patches, buttons, studs, and spikes, and is usually seen with a cigarette in his mouth. His style is very much what you’d expect from a punk but he can clean up and throw on a suit every now and then when needed.

Age: 23

Instrument(s): Drums

Description: Excitable, boisterous, and outgoing; Cole first and foremost likes to have a good time and make sure others are having a good time as well. Sure, at times he can be more than a bit over confidant as well as a bit much for the more reserved folks around but he usually means well. He likes to make people feel included, he likes new people, and likes to make sure others have a good time. He has a quick temper and genuinely likes a good fight but then gets over things quickly and doesn’t often hold a grudge. Cole’s impulsive, easily distracted, and doesn’t take much seriously besides music. He’s a loyal friend who takes the rule of the pit with him in life; if someone falls you help them back up.

Favorite Genres: Punk is his first love, his favorite, but he branches out also enjoying Ska, Hip Hop, Rock, Grudge, Alternative, Blues, and Metal; Rob’s musical taste encompasses a wide range and he’ll give just about anything a listen.
Favorite Musicians/Bands: The Ramones, Tom Waits, Nirvana, Nick Cave, Streetlight Manifesto, The Clash, Dead Kennedys, Buddy Rich, Black Flag, Sublime, Bad Religion, Misfits, and Led Zeppelin.

Brief Backstory: Born in Melbourne, Cole’s mother took off when he was around three leaving him to be raised by his father. As a youngster, he had no idea what his dad did for a living but later on he learned his father was a drug dealer and career criminal. Cole was always a bit of a wild child, full of ADHD and no real outlet for his energy he was always bouncing off the walls. Although he went through various phases where he’d be into sports, skateboarding, or martial arts eventually he settled on an obsession with music, then particularly punk music, and then at twelve he decided he wanted to play the drums. His father got him a cheap drum kit, sound proofed the basement and the rest is basically history.

His father was rarely around and Cole spent most of his time getting into trouble with other kids his age and falling in love with the punk scene. He spent the rest of his time honing his skills on the drums, dreaming of making a living through music. He never really had time or interest in school, he blew off classes in favor of seeing live shows or sleeping off a hangover. At sixteen his father went to prison and Cole was sent to live with cousins in New South Wales, although his new guardians tried to get him to focus on school his only real interest was music.

He went out on his own when he came of age, has gone through a variety of jobs he never cared about just to have food and pay rent, and has played with a few different local bands who never really had the drive he has. Every band he’s been in has eventually broken up due to members wanting to peruse real jobs. For Cole, there is no back up plan, music is everything to him and it’s all he wants to do.

Miscellaneous Info: Like’s to smoke, drink, and party. He rides a black Ducati Diavel or a skateboard, rarely wears a helmet as it ‘messes with the hawk’. He loves Animal, from the Muppets, who was kind of his childhood hero. Will eat just about anything and seems to be always hungry. Currently works as a bartender at a local dive bar.