THORNE, ERIK ROBIN

[erikthorne]

ERIK ROBIN THORNE

THIS IS THE LIFE

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Nicknames: Nightwing
Age: Twenty-five
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Instrument: Vocals
Band: Summer in a Day
Personality: Erik, upon first greeting, is a gruff, rough, and tough kind of man. He rarely shows any emotion but disgust or self-importance, and is generally kind of closed off to others. The guy keeps his true feelings bottled up inside, and very rarely shares them with anyone but those he has extreme levels of trust in. Some call him a robot, the male’s lack of pity and zero sympathy policy makes him seem almost soulless. He is organized and swift in his actions, doing everything with an almost disturbing confidence, and making even the most important decisions in a split second. He is insanely stubborn. He is known to be judgmental, and once you’re on his bad side, it’s hard to get off that list.

But despite his flawless façade of detachment, internally, he is very complicated. Every action is carefully planned, after all, he has a reputation to live up to and an image to protect. He cares immensely about his band members and those who matter to him, even if he hardly ever lets on to that. He is loyal and will only do what’s right for his loved ones, even if it means sacrificing himself or something important to him(or someone else, but that isn’t quite as monumental.) He has a highly entertaining internal dialogue running through his mind at all times, and occasionally- but only occasionally- loosens up and shows a slightly more light-hearted version of himself. He can be amusing, and loves to joke and tease, as well as the occasional flirting. It has been said that he’s actually funny when he’s around only one or two others… but who would ever believe that rumor? Not many do and those that choose to, he immediately starts ragging on them for it or going out of his way to prove the rumor false.
Likes:

• Girls
  
• Sex
  
• Money
  
• Fast cars
  
• Traveling
  
• Napping
  
• Singing
  
• Eating
  
• Exercising
  
• Looking sharp
  

Dislikes:

• Relationships
  
• Stupidity
  
• Conflicts
  
• Clingy females
  
• Paparazzi
  
• Spending money
  
• Wasting food
  
• Reading
  
• Competition
  
• Liars
  

Goals:

• Rich
  
• Internationally famous
  
• Show something besides negativity
  

Fears:

• Being tied down
  
• Becoming a father
  

Secrets:

• Waiting for somebody to break the shell
  
• Nervous about touring
  

Appearance: He is what most would consider ruggedly handsome, and he both acknowledges this and agrees with it. The lines of his face are gentle, but still defined, creating an odd contrast. His nose has a bit of a strange crook in it, and his ears do stick out a bit. His eyes are on the smaller side, and framed by thick eyebrows and lush lashes. He has a generally friendly look about him, especially if he's smiling, which suits him incredibly well. Regardless of the time spent shaving, he seems to constantly have a 5 o' clock shadow going on, which he may just create on purpose. His hair is somewhat messy, and no matter what he does, he can never get every single chunk to lie in its ideal position.

But such is life, and he carries the 'just rolled out of bed' look well. His build is basically masculine. He's not traditionally buff, but is more or less muscular, although not ridiculously so. In other words, his muscle mass isn't too defined, but it's undoubtedly present. His hair has a strange golden brown hue, with a hint of chestnut and red. During the summer, it lightens considerably. Also, the angle that light hits him from can cause his hair to appear rapidly different at times. In general, his hair just hits his ears, with bangs that sweep across his face and into his eyebrows.

His locks grow rapidly, which can be a bit irritating, seeing as he hates getting them trimmed. His eyes are a solid blue. It's strange how monotone and uniform the color is, actually, but they're pretty all the same. He prefers to look sharp in a suit. Very rarely is he seen in public wearing "street clothes." When he does wear "street clothes," it's basically black pants and a tee shirt.
History: Born on the eighteenth of July to a single mother, Erik's chances at having a good childhood were quite slim. His father had bailed when he discovered he'd impregnated a teenager. His mother tried, but she wasn't ever meant for motherhood. She was the type of mother who should have never had kids. The first thing on her to do list, instead of her son, was nonstop partying. His grandparents cared for him when his mother was usually too drunk or out of it to do so herself. The boy never usually complained, though.

Growing up, he was beginning to look more and more like his father with each day that passed. By the time he entered school, he was a handsome bugger with a bright future and a lot of people who cared about him. The family joke was that the boy was born with a frown that never stopped marring his features, although nobody could truly blame him for it. He was smart for his age and always had one smartass reply or another in store. He had more female friends than male friends which was no surprise, considering most of the females had a crush on him while the males usually wanted to beat him. He'd gotten himself into trouble time and time again.

It was becoming clear that he rather enjoyed the negative attention. You could threaten him or punish him, and he would still act like he was top dog in the picture. Over time, he began to grow rather picky about his clothing. Every day, he went to school in a black suit, black shoes, and a white undershirt that was usually adorned with a tie of sorts. If his grandparents refused to buy him a new suit or simply couldn't afford one, he'd just wear the same one for days on end. He was a vain child who took pride in his appearance. He knew it was wrong, but he hated the thought of simply dressing casually.

Entering sixth grade, his ego was enough to choke an elephant. He walked with a purpose and in a manner that boldly stated who was running the show. He still got into fights here and there but his main focus was upon females. He always managed to slip them a sexual remark or a comment on their appearance. He'd never been the type to actually acknowledge that there was even a remote possibility of him being in a relationship. He was at the point of no return and tumbling steadily down the road of a snob. Some, basing the following entirely on the way he chose to dress, assumed that his family had money.

He never bothered to correct them and enjoyed the attention it brought. He had two buddies that he hung around quite frequently. He knew they had his back, and he had theirs. It was the typical "bro relationship." On occasion, they snickered about people behind their backs. The teachers were usually their prime targets. His grandparents had started to force their rebellious child to go to church.

Finding nothing better to do, the young boy simply belted out songs from Bon Jovi. Because he refused to show an ounce of remorse or want to learn the "true word," he was quickly banned from the church. To him, the only "true word" was the soothing sounds of music. His buddies agreed with him and felt his frustration, but he never let on that he could sing until ninth grade rolled around. He walked into the high school like he owned the place while singing Runaway by Bon Jovi. The song had been a favorite of his and an inspiration for his music writing. It also reminded him of how he had wanted to run off and start a band of his own.

He felt rather misunderstood with no way out. He threw himself into learning everything he could about music. He studied composing, practiced singing, worked on his pitch, and made damned sure that he did nothing wrong to screw up the one thing he could do and be proud of. By eleventh grade, after each of them had lost their virginity, they started up a band. They did minor gigs like at school functions and in little shops. After high school had ended and they had their diplomas in hand, a recording company caught wind of them. For Erik, it was a dream come true. His buddies refused and went to college.

So off Erik went, touring alone. He didn't care. As a matter of fact he enjoyed it. He had all the perks of a singer without the drama. When his recording label suggested that they bring in some band members, Erik was hesitant but agreed in the end. At the age of twenty-five, he had gained enough wisdom to know that he would only be truly successful if he had band members that aided him with his music. They chose to take a break from touring, never really wanting to go on until they had more members in the band.

BEHIND THE MASK

OOC Name: Bones
RP Experience: Five years
Contacts: PM
RP Sample: The boy, almost a man but not quite, shuffled through the book store. He worked there part time and attended some, crazed school on the side. He was putting books away and organizing others. He seemed rather caught up in the task, glancing over leather covers, paper covers, and hard covers. Of course, being your typical teen boy, he snickered at the mere mention of hard. He was seventeen, going on eighteen. Beneath the immature exterior lay a pounding heart of gold.

"You're no good for me, baby, you're strychnine in my stew. Someday you're going to kill me. Still I'm in love with you. Don't know why I come here. I shouldn't but I do. My life's a mess but I love you, yes, I'm your faithful Mister Blue."

He spoke as he worked, putting away the books with a gentle fondness. All work and no play.. He mused silently to himself. On several occasions, patrons looked at him as if he were a freak of nature. He wouldn't be the one to deny them their opinion, considering his choice of clothing. He was wearing a pair of denim jeans and a blue shirt that proudly proclaimed, "I facebooked your mom." Of course when he got the look, whether it be from young or old, male or female, he turned to them and pointed to his shirt with a cocky grin.

Some poor woman had the misfortune of muttering something along the lines of how great it was that they had a place in the work force for the mentally challenged. Just to be an ass, he showed her exactly how mentally challenged he was. He had walked right up to her without a care in the world and smacked her posterior with a firm thwack of his hand. Then he moved on and turned, staring at her with his customary grin. Her cheeks were flushed, and her mouth was hanging wide open like she was trying to catch a fly. She was about to go off, but he was faster. He always had a catty remark ready for times like these.

"Aw..shucks! Me sorry, lady..me no know any bettuh."

He snickererd and walked away from her before he could do anymore damage. Of course his boss, not much older than him, found it hilarious so he never got fired. He could do anything he wanted in retaliation, within limits, and not get in trouble for it. Some had been asking for it. Others had simply been a pawn in his crude joke. He shrugged it off at this point, nearly bumping into a female patron who looked down on her game and was browsing the romance section of the store. An automatic apology flew from past his lips.[/blockquote]

Note;; The RP sample is from another site. It's the minimum when I have no muse. I can usually post more. I'd write up an actual sample, but I'm dead tired and want to finish it.

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