Post by andy on Feb 7, 2011 13:44:12 GMT -4
[/size]ANDREW SILVER HORIZONTHIS IS THE LIFE
Nicknames: Ash, Andy
Age: Twenty
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Instrument: Vocals
Band: FALLEN SO SURRENDER
Personality:
POSITIVE
Andy may not look like the sort of guy who would have a positive outlook on life, but her certainly does. He's good at ignoring what people say to him and taking it as constructive criticism rather than an insult.
SARCASTIC
Andy can be quite sarcastic. Not usually in a bad way; rather, he will say something obviously not true in a very serious way. He doesn't tend to do this in a negative way though, and it's usually obvious that he's kidding.
CONFIDENT
He's a really confident guy. Andy is not afraid to be who he wants to be, and he can ignore what people say and still do what he wants.
OPEN-MINDED
He isn't the sort of guy that will pre-judge people and make assumptions. Andy can look at things from all angles and assess situations well.
SOCIABLE
One of his favourite things to do is to meet fans and to party. He'll talk to anyone and won't be at all shy.
MEAN
Occasionally Andy takes the sarcasm and confidence a step too far and can be quite nasty. This does not mean he's at all big-headed, he just doesn't seem to realize at the time. Once he realizes what he's done he feels immediately guilty.
LOVING
The thing that Andy wants to find most in the world is love. If he had a partner he was treat them well, and they'd be the only one. If in a relationship he would never cheat. He'll put his partner first, sometimes leaving out his friends.
SLOW
Slow in the sense that he doesn't understand normal humour. What most people would find hilarious, he wouldn't even crack a smile. Comedy movies do not make him laugh in the slightest.
SHORT-TEMPERED
It's safe to say that Andy is easily pissed off. Insult him and his band and he will insult you back. He always protects the things closest to him and doesn't care much for anything or anyone else.
ADDICT
Not hard drugs or anything like that, Andy steers clear of them. But he always has to have a cigarette in his hand and alcohol at every gig. Perhaps not so much addicted to alcohol, but definitely to cigarettes.
Likes:
- music
- cigarettes
- talking to fans
- confident people
- being on stage
- crowd surfing
- watching people mosh
- moshing
- loud music
- hardcore music
- black
- fans that aren't afraid to ask or do anything
- his band
- red pesto
- tattoos
- skinny jeans
- leather jackets
- studded clothing
- adventure
- partying
- being on tour
- make up
Dislikes:
- religion
- main-streamers
- people that don't pay for their music
- white food
- chewing
- haters
- being called 'faggot'
- law
- color
- similarity
- being called andrew
- being home
- animals
Goals:
- become really famous
- fall in love
- sing in every continent
- inspire people
Fears:
- having his pants pulled down on stage
- his band falling apart
- having to get a job
- rejection from somebody he really loves
- growing old alone
- horses
- mushrooms
Secrets:
- he's bisexual
- his mother died
- he used to slit his wrists
- he once attempted suicide
Appearance: Andy isn't what most main-streamers (people that follow the crowd) would call 'hot'. They'd call him 'scary', much as that pisses him off. He really doesn't think he's scary, and feels that his personality clashes with this perception. Much as he disagrees with the 'scary' theory, he cultivates it by pulling faces on stage and doing what others might think to be weird.
Andy covers his body in black war paint, usually putting a stitch in the corner of his mouth, crosses on his cheeks and black around his eyes. Black being his favourite colour, he always wears black leather. Leather pants, leather jackets, leather boots. Usually a black cotton shirt or no shirt at all, and as many studded items that he can cram on his body. Rips are often also something that Andy sports.
He has snakebites, though he usually only wears one out, and the other when he sleeps so that it does not close up. He also has tattoos all over his body. Two on his forearm saying 'blasphemy', one on his upper arm saying 'the mortician's daughter' with a picture of a girl above it, some hands praying, the band's logo on his forearm, a pair of scissors on the under side of his forearm, an alkaline trio heart, a bleeding misfits skull, a funeral precession flower, a danzig skull, crosses on his wrists and the band's logo on the back of his hand. The majority of these are covered up by his war paint.
He often gets told by fans that he has beautiful eyes. They are a piercing blue colour and seem to be endless. He also gets told that his pupils are dilated a lot, so people assume that he's high, though he rarely is.
Andy's very skinny, though also quite muscular at the same time. After spending his childhood fairly chubby he decided to lose weight, and thus doesn't eat very often. He likes the skinny look, much as people tell him that he needs some meat on his bones.
History: Andy was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, but moved to Cincinnati, Ohio at age three. His dad, much like himself, was a bit of a rocker. He loved to listen to bands such as ACDC, Sex Pistols, and Led Zeppelin. Andy had always looked up to his father for inspiration, and was taught very well. Unfortunately, his mother was not quite so nice. She didn't treat either Andy of his father well, always being patronizing and spiteful. Andy found himself developing a slightly feeling of hate towards her, so ceased talking to her in the hope that he wouldn't need her in his life.
At age ten, she passed away. He felt very guilty for all of the hate he'd shown her, and wished that he could take it all back. His mother not have been married to his father and had a new man around the house every day, but a part of him still loved her, purely because she was his mother. She hadn't really raised him, but she'd given birth to him, and that counted for something.
In high school Andy was definitely the outcast. He tended to simply accept that people didn't like him, and would get easily depressed. He used to slit his wrists, and often even go as far as to think about suicide.
It wasn't until age thirteen that he realized he could be the guy that he wanted to be. he wanted to be a rock star, and he wanted to dye his hair black and cover his body in ink and metal. So he did exactly that. He didn't get his tattoos at that age, but did dye his hair and get snake bites pierced.
Andy painted one of his nails red, and the rest black. This is a very significant part of him now. It may seem small, but it keeps him going. It reminds him that it's okay to be who he wants to be, and that nobody can get in his way. He get pissed off at people who try to tell him there's something wrong with him, because he knows that there isn't. Every person has the right to be whoever they want, and so he respects the views of others in the hope that they'll respect his too. It also reminds him that he's the only person who is in control of his life, and that he doesn't need other people to have fun.
When he was fourteen he got his first girlfriend, Scout. They stayed together until they were age sixteen. It was when he was fifteen that he realized he genuinely did love her. It may seem a little young to feel so strongly, but he knows that that's how he felt. Her name is now tattooed on his arm. Unfortunately, they broke up because she cheated on him. Ever since then the two of them have been on and off, breaking up a lot due to one of them thinking the other is flirting, or something trivial.
So all of the bullying through his teenage years made him a stronger person. He ignores the hate and sends it right back. He is in no way depressed or emo, but those are words that are often used to describe him.
Andy has been in several different bands in his life-time, "Fallen So Surrender" being the most recent. He feels that this band can do amazing things, and maybe reach the top, unlike all of his previous bands which have failed due to disputes.
BEHIND THE MASK
OOC Name: Raynbeau
RP Experience: Four years approx?
Contacts: PM, I may give you my facebook if you ask.
RP Sample:
As a wise woman once said "Death is easy, life is harder." And in the case of Cloud Strife, that certainly was true.
He felt very lost, and very alone. There were certain things in life that he wanted so badly, but he just couldn't have them. One of those things was Justin Flyte. Cloud had liked him since the moment they met. He was what Cloud might call 'perfect'. Kind, funny, fun to be around, and really hot. But, of course, Justin was straight, and taken, so Cloud could never get him. He couldn't even kiss him. The strange thing was that Justin seemed completely oblivious to this fact. The only person that knew about his crush was Lightning, and Cloud didn't expect that she'd told anyone, so he'd be safe.
Then there was Topaz. She was all of those things, too, but somehow in a different way. All Cloud wanted to do was to protect Topaz, and to please her. He desperately wanted her to be happy, but it was difficult. She looked so much like Stephanie, making it hard for Cloud to tell if he liked her because of that or because he actually liked her. Probably the second option. He felt very strongly for Topaz, and although he listened to Stephanie's voicemail message every day, he was over her. She was just a bitch, and only made Cloud's life a misery.
On top of his relationship dilemma, there was the fact that he was, and always had been very self-loathing. Cloud felt as though his fate had been set in stone from the day his mother had died, and there was no way to change it now. Cloud was nothing but a waste of space. He thought that maybe the Goddess had put him on the world to balance out the happiness and sadness. Because, there were the people like Justin who were always happy, and so you needed somebody like Cloud to balance it out. Sort of like good and evil, they're always equal, and you can't have one without the other.
So Cloud needed to end it all. Tip things slightly off-balance for once. Do something for himself for the first time in months.
He was wearing his best clothes: black skinny jeans, a white shirt with evil-looking pandas on, and a black and green varsity jacket with a cat's face printed on the back. Cloud wanted to look good for this moment in time, because it would be his last.
He was going to go to the boys' bathroom to do it, but he saw Justin walk in as soon as he walked past. He'd counted on it being empty, since it was almost sunrise.. Obviously not. The only place he could think to go now was the girls' bathroom, and it was nearby, so he slipped in, hoping that nobody would be in there. And he was correct. It was completely empty. The perfect place.
His ran his hand along the black and white tiled wall, scuffing his feet against the wet floor. Why did his last moments have to be in such a dirty place? He must admit, it was a lot cleaner that the guys' bathroom.
Cloud looked in the mirror, and just stared at his face for a while. He turned on the tap, and filled the sink with water, and then splashed it on his face, cooling him down and washing away some of the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead.
"Cloud, you've let this go on for far too long. Everyone's sun sets some day. Your sky will just turn black a little early.." he said to himself, trying to motivate himself to actually do the deed.
He walked over to the walk in showers, and unhooked one so that the strong wire fell out to its full length. He wrapped it around his neck to see if it would go the whole way around. It did. He hung it back up so that there was a loop in it, and pulled down hard on it to make sure that it was secure. He then turned and walked back towards the sink, his eyes filling with tears.
Cloud took off his varsity and threw it to the ground, pulling a pen-knife out of his pocket. He ran it slowly across his forearm so that blood spilled out, and the pain burned annoyingly at his skin. He repeated this several times, and then ran it up the length of his wrist, and repeated it on his other arm. They really hurt, but he ignored it, because he deserved the pain. He stuck the forefinger of his other hand in the blood, and brought it to the mirror. He moved his finger along the mucky glass, and began to write a message on it. He continued, scraping his finger through the blood several times to make the letters show up clearer. His fingers were getting covered in dirt and bacteria from the surface of the mirror, and he'd probably got some sort of infection swirling through his blood stream. He didn't care. Most of his blood was gone now, anyway. He felt very light-headed, and hastily finished writing the message.
Cloud's eyes were closing, and he felt as though he might fall over at any moment. He looked down at the little pools of blood at his feet from where the blood had trickled down his arms. His feet dragged through it, staining his best converse shoes a deep shade of red. He stumbled across the room, and reached the shower. He wrapped it around his neck, and then pulled, so that it became a lot tighter. His airways were cut off, and he couldn't breathe at all. Even if he'd wanted to, he wouldn't be able to. Strangely enough, he didn't panic at all. Perhaps because he felt dazed from the blood loss, or perhaps because he was willing to leave this world. He looked over to the message that was written in blood on the wall, and smiled a little at what he was leaving behind.
And so I leave this world, where the heart will either break, or turn to lead. Let's have no sadness, because there's nothing new in dying now. Lightning, Topaz.. Justin. I love you more than words can explain. Please don't miss me. I won't say goodbye, because we'll meet again, soon.
He reached an arm out towards the note, feeling completely at peace, and as though he was about to leave the world. He didn't feel quite the same, and everything was slightly foggy, as though somebody had turned on a smoke machine and filled his eyes with water.
He looked over to the door in alarm, and was sure that he saw Lightning. He hadn't meant for her to see him before he was dead. He screamed as all of his pain seemed to hit him at once, and suddenly, he wanted to stay. He thought to what he could have had. He could have told Justin how he felt. He could have helped Lightning with her life. He could have had a good life with Topaz. He just needed more control and more determination. He imagined what life would be like with the three of them: marrying Topaz and having kids, Justin as the best man; watching Lightning get married; watching Justin and Cris get married and having kids, which would not be enjoyable. But he could surely make it through that. He was strong enough to handle it.
Cloud tried to move his hands to the shower head to pull it from his neck, but he couldn't tell where his hands were. They moved slowly around, and then in a panic, fumbled around on the wall. His legs were hovering just above the ground, and he kicked them frantically, trying to touch the ground. He couldn't think what else to do. He had no energy left to move. He couldn't even see any more. He kicked his legs off from the wall, pushing himself forward in the hope that he'd fall free. His head was bent backward, and the last thing that he heard was the loud crack of his neck fracturing. Then he was gone.
Cloud's cold, dead body hung from the wall, swinging solemnly from the impact of his kick from the wall. His eyes were still wide open, and his hands still at his neck as he'd tried to escape the clutches of the shower handle. Blood was dripping from his arms, and also his neck from where he'd managed to cut himself in the struggle. All of his clothes were ruined, and he looked a mess for once. Most people would look peaceful after death, but not Cloud. He looked as though he'd been taken unwillingly from the world, and he was stuck halfway between life and death. There are just some mistakes that can't ever be undone...
He felt very lost, and very alone. There were certain things in life that he wanted so badly, but he just couldn't have them. One of those things was Justin Flyte. Cloud had liked him since the moment they met. He was what Cloud might call 'perfect'. Kind, funny, fun to be around, and really hot. But, of course, Justin was straight, and taken, so Cloud could never get him. He couldn't even kiss him. The strange thing was that Justin seemed completely oblivious to this fact. The only person that knew about his crush was Lightning, and Cloud didn't expect that she'd told anyone, so he'd be safe.
Then there was Topaz. She was all of those things, too, but somehow in a different way. All Cloud wanted to do was to protect Topaz, and to please her. He desperately wanted her to be happy, but it was difficult. She looked so much like Stephanie, making it hard for Cloud to tell if he liked her because of that or because he actually liked her. Probably the second option. He felt very strongly for Topaz, and although he listened to Stephanie's voicemail message every day, he was over her. She was just a bitch, and only made Cloud's life a misery.
On top of his relationship dilemma, there was the fact that he was, and always had been very self-loathing. Cloud felt as though his fate had been set in stone from the day his mother had died, and there was no way to change it now. Cloud was nothing but a waste of space. He thought that maybe the Goddess had put him on the world to balance out the happiness and sadness. Because, there were the people like Justin who were always happy, and so you needed somebody like Cloud to balance it out. Sort of like good and evil, they're always equal, and you can't have one without the other.
So Cloud needed to end it all. Tip things slightly off-balance for once. Do something for himself for the first time in months.
He was wearing his best clothes: black skinny jeans, a white shirt with evil-looking pandas on, and a black and green varsity jacket with a cat's face printed on the back. Cloud wanted to look good for this moment in time, because it would be his last.
He was going to go to the boys' bathroom to do it, but he saw Justin walk in as soon as he walked past. He'd counted on it being empty, since it was almost sunrise.. Obviously not. The only place he could think to go now was the girls' bathroom, and it was nearby, so he slipped in, hoping that nobody would be in there. And he was correct. It was completely empty. The perfect place.
His ran his hand along the black and white tiled wall, scuffing his feet against the wet floor. Why did his last moments have to be in such a dirty place? He must admit, it was a lot cleaner that the guys' bathroom.
Cloud looked in the mirror, and just stared at his face for a while. He turned on the tap, and filled the sink with water, and then splashed it on his face, cooling him down and washing away some of the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead.
"Cloud, you've let this go on for far too long. Everyone's sun sets some day. Your sky will just turn black a little early.." he said to himself, trying to motivate himself to actually do the deed.
He walked over to the walk in showers, and unhooked one so that the strong wire fell out to its full length. He wrapped it around his neck to see if it would go the whole way around. It did. He hung it back up so that there was a loop in it, and pulled down hard on it to make sure that it was secure. He then turned and walked back towards the sink, his eyes filling with tears.
Cloud took off his varsity and threw it to the ground, pulling a pen-knife out of his pocket. He ran it slowly across his forearm so that blood spilled out, and the pain burned annoyingly at his skin. He repeated this several times, and then ran it up the length of his wrist, and repeated it on his other arm. They really hurt, but he ignored it, because he deserved the pain. He stuck the forefinger of his other hand in the blood, and brought it to the mirror. He moved his finger along the mucky glass, and began to write a message on it. He continued, scraping his finger through the blood several times to make the letters show up clearer. His fingers were getting covered in dirt and bacteria from the surface of the mirror, and he'd probably got some sort of infection swirling through his blood stream. He didn't care. Most of his blood was gone now, anyway. He felt very light-headed, and hastily finished writing the message.
Cloud's eyes were closing, and he felt as though he might fall over at any moment. He looked down at the little pools of blood at his feet from where the blood had trickled down his arms. His feet dragged through it, staining his best converse shoes a deep shade of red. He stumbled across the room, and reached the shower. He wrapped it around his neck, and then pulled, so that it became a lot tighter. His airways were cut off, and he couldn't breathe at all. Even if he'd wanted to, he wouldn't be able to. Strangely enough, he didn't panic at all. Perhaps because he felt dazed from the blood loss, or perhaps because he was willing to leave this world. He looked over to the message that was written in blood on the wall, and smiled a little at what he was leaving behind.
And so I leave this world, where the heart will either break, or turn to lead. Let's have no sadness, because there's nothing new in dying now. Lightning, Topaz.. Justin. I love you more than words can explain. Please don't miss me. I won't say goodbye, because we'll meet again, soon.
He reached an arm out towards the note, feeling completely at peace, and as though he was about to leave the world. He didn't feel quite the same, and everything was slightly foggy, as though somebody had turned on a smoke machine and filled his eyes with water.
He looked over to the door in alarm, and was sure that he saw Lightning. He hadn't meant for her to see him before he was dead. He screamed as all of his pain seemed to hit him at once, and suddenly, he wanted to stay. He thought to what he could have had. He could have told Justin how he felt. He could have helped Lightning with her life. He could have had a good life with Topaz. He just needed more control and more determination. He imagined what life would be like with the three of them: marrying Topaz and having kids, Justin as the best man; watching Lightning get married; watching Justin and Cris get married and having kids, which would not be enjoyable. But he could surely make it through that. He was strong enough to handle it.
Cloud tried to move his hands to the shower head to pull it from his neck, but he couldn't tell where his hands were. They moved slowly around, and then in a panic, fumbled around on the wall. His legs were hovering just above the ground, and he kicked them frantically, trying to touch the ground. He couldn't think what else to do. He had no energy left to move. He couldn't even see any more. He kicked his legs off from the wall, pushing himself forward in the hope that he'd fall free. His head was bent backward, and the last thing that he heard was the loud crack of his neck fracturing. Then he was gone.
Cloud's cold, dead body hung from the wall, swinging solemnly from the impact of his kick from the wall. His eyes were still wide open, and his hands still at his neck as he'd tried to escape the clutches of the shower handle. Blood was dripping from his arms, and also his neck from where he'd managed to cut himself in the struggle. All of his clothes were ruined, and he looked a mess for once. Most people would look peaceful after death, but not Cloud. He looked as though he'd been taken unwillingly from the world, and he was stuck halfway between life and death. There are just some mistakes that can't ever be undone...
