Post by max brody on Jun 4, 2009 2:28:15 GMT -5
maxadrianbrody!
[/font][/center]nickname addy from orange county. this 20 year old is going to celebrate his/her next birthday on october 2. she/he's usually very quiet, serious, yet fun and is really quite good at drummingl. their problem is withbeing sloppy on the most minor of things. tsk tsk. welcome to LET LOOSE TOUR, hun.
full name: Maxwell Brody
celeb face: Max Green
band&position: Another Way To LIsten||Drummer
age: 20
likes: Iron Maiden|-|Rock|-|Fast drumming|-|Jokes|-|Angels (has a tattoo of one)|-|Poetry|-|Video gaming|-|The band, duh|-|Music|-|Writing|-|Spending time outdoors|-|His pitbull, Sammy|-|Being himself|-|Being different
dislikes: Rude people|-|Obnoxious people|-|Being commanded|-|Rules, to a certain degree|-|Hope|-|Faith, (has a tattoo, weird huh?|-|Being in a large crowd|_|Difficult things|-|Tomatoes|-|Alcohol|-|Drugs
personality traits:strong, poetic, loyal, driven, quiet
history:Adrian Maxwell Brody was born in Speculator, New York. A small town nestled comfortably isolated in the upstate region of the New York State and because of the small town he couldn’t quite get his life on the track he wanted. He was a little bit of a rebel in his own cause. Never had he committed himself to drug abuse or alcohol. He had been a person who always kept to himself. Although some instances would cause him to voice where he stood on a certain situations. Never truly getting physical for any matter. He was born into a family of snowmobilers due to the fact that Speculator’s winters are fleetingly cold. He wasn’t one to go out or reach out to make friends, he always waited for them to come to him. Within days of finally purchasing his first snowmobile after saving money from working in Mountain Market, he decided he didn’t want to invest his time in the extreme sport after all. Instead he wanted to focus on the arts of poetry and being a musician. He kept his newly acquired snowmobile covered by a tarp in the family garage never to be touched again. After graduating the nearby high school he went on to continue live in his parents home helping his parents with their store and tutoring his younger sister with her own studies who began to attend his high school. With the burning desire to begin studying how to write and perform music he became so wrapped up in his dream he completely forgot about applying for college, even with the insistent nagging from both parents of a simple reminder to somewhere fit college in his hectic schedule filled with afternoons of standing in the blistering cold alongside the shore of Lake Pleasant, simply thinking.
A long time friend of his, Elisha, who he made an acquaintance with in his first year of high school, informed him after days of his habit of standing by the lake consumed by his thoughts that she was moving away. This hit him harder than he originally expected but decided to see her away. He arrived at her house, which at the time was a three minute walk, to exchange hugs and goodbye kisses. Now alone with no anchor to help him through, Adrian told his parents that he would be moving in to live with his bad boy friend, Jeffrey. His parents returned the obvious waned look of despair that their only son would possibly be indulged in the bad boy ways of Jeffrey’s life. Adrian promised he wouldn’t. A week later he found himself crashing in the fancy suite of Jeffrey. The bad boy told his younger friend that he would need a roadie to help with unpacking the instruments and helping Jeffrey’s band with sound check. Adrian accepted the offer and started to tour with the band. Months later Adrian decided he wanted to experience something different. After months on the road and countless drumming lessons from Jeffrey, Adrian moved on. He packed his things and set out on his own. Gunning for a spot in a band. He moved back to New York City and used Jeffrey’s suite as his base of operations. He joined a local band and together they tried to get it off the ground and make it big after being introduced to by Jeffrey. For a few months it had been good. But again, Adrian wanted something different.
He sat in the suite once again thinking of a way to make this empty feeling go away. A day later he received a call from a band calling themselves Another Way To Listen. They needed a replacement drummer and heard of his work with the Flood, Adrian’s previous arrangement. Adrian was ecstatic to accept the offer and joined the ranks of a five year strong running band. With years of being an unofficial drummer he felt as if his dreams were finally coming true.
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hello! my name is kelsey! and i'm excited to be here. i've been roleplaying for about four years years now. other characters on this site that belong to me are none pending, heh. my time zone is eastern..?. and that's all you need to know about me! oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:
roleplay sample, with graphics if you use them
Aaron looked directly at Aphra to not make himself look paranoid because he wasn't. He learned how to take care of himself over the years. He kept quiet while she spoke. As he listened his thoughts danced back to the dossier he had on her. The intranet was over organized to an extent where everybody in the city used it to surf the web and so on. Hacking into the Underground, however, was a suicide note. "You can learn the basics in one night. This meet is more of a get-to-know goal. I don't just let anyone open my refrigerator if you get what I am trying to say." Aaron turned his gentle like gaze to the park entrance.
He was glad to see nobody suspicious there. Good. he turned his attention back to the matter at hand. "The Brotherhood is dying. I'm sure you heard over the news vids about the Tower incident, yeah?" the Northern Mountain accent was thick. "Well, after that fiascal we lost many members to the heavy CIA cordon and the feds. Most of us are either in the block or lying on the bottom of the Aspho river. As for me I had to lay low ever since. The Angels are now making their move on my businesess thinking they can take my beer from my fridge." Aaron stopped for a moment. "Well, I'm not going to let them unless they pay for my missing beers." Aaron sighed softly. "I'll stop with the analogies. I just wanted to get my point across."
Aaron stopped once more. He chose his next words carefully. "We need soldiers. Loyal people who will not crumble under pressure. I wish I could say that things might not get hairy. But thats not going to happen. You will get shot at. But don't worry. I still have some contacts who will be watching over us. Aphra, I, in desperate times, come to you pleading. If you don't want to go through with this then that is perfectly understandable. But just know that the guys you will be rolling with will never turn their backs on you. Not like the AoD who practically eat their own like the scum they are." Aaron had to stop himself before he started throwing curses out. As he composed himself he hoped that Aphra would still agree to their terms.
The Brotherhood was a dying breed. Aspho was growing smaller. They needed all the help they could get in order to make it.
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