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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Aug 7, 2009 23:04:42 GMT -5
By the way, is the drums filled or not? xD NAME: Marvin Thompson AGE: 32 PERSONALITY: Tired, sarcastic, bored, he'd much rather be doing something else then talking to you, he's easily agitated. APPEARANCE:  OTHER: He's a Critic/Talent Scout |
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 8, 2009 0:18:22 GMT -5
Accepted.
I dunno if drummer is taken or not but I'll ask Shads when she gets home 2moro.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 8, 2009 0:21:00 GMT -5
  Stasya's guitar. (THIS IS MY GUITAR! NO STEALING THE PICTURES OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND SUE YOU FOR EVERY PENNY YOU'RE WORTH! Thank you.)  Rowdy and his guitar. |
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Aug 8, 2009 2:08:58 GMT -5
Okay. I suppouse I'll post my bass? xD And I believe you... Leslie's bass:  |
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 8, 2009 18:10:34 GMT -5
xDD Awesome bass!!
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Aug 8, 2009 23:15:53 GMT -5
Zanke. =)
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Aug 9, 2009 1:37:15 GMT -5
Bitte shon.
Btw, Shads says she's still gonna be the drummer.
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Aug 9, 2009 23:31:59 GMT -5
Okay. =)
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Oct 5, 2009 15:20:35 GMT -5
NAME: Cosmic Summer Rivers, but if you call him that he'll gladly blow your brains out. STAGE NAME: December Nightshade. He is intending on legally changing his name to December Phoenix Nightshade. AGE: Eighteen PERSONALITY: December is quiet, shy, introverted, and sensitive. He isn't much for talking and would much rather blare reality out with his iPod. It takes a lot to get him hyped up or excited, and this is something his band mates know well. He is not a very "happy" person; the only exception to this is when he's smashing the two wooden sticks in his hands on the metal rim of a drum. BIO: Cosmic was born on Friday, October 13th to hippies Rain Dancer Ellis and Ethan Dakota Rivers. He lived a pretty normal life. his parents always telling him that happiness was key no matter the cost. When he was eight, his parents marched along with their "brothers and sisters" in an anti-war/pro-peace rally and were dragged of to jail. It was a difficult mission when he had to walk down the the small town's local police station to bail them out, always hearing the jeers at his brightly colored clothes and his "wuss of a name". He walked into the police station, chin almost to his chest and tears in his eyes. He jsut wanted to be normal and have a normal name, like Zack or Chris or Brandon. But no, Cosmic with stuck with his unusual and "happy" name. Five years later, his parents were shot in another rally, this one anti-drug. He was left without family so he just gathered his things and lived off whatever he could find or take. It was then he realized everything he had been denied to notice while his parents had been alive. There was music other than Bob Marley, The Beatles... Bands that spoke of death, Satan, killing, and being different. These spoke to him more than anything else. Th enext year, Cosmic walked through a record store. It had guitars, basses, and other instruments set up for people to by but one interested him more than the others: the drum kit int he back. He watched a man play it with a burning intensity, hitting each of the objects with what seemed like no organized timing but it sounded perfect. When the man left, he sat on the drum throne and looked at the intimidating kit before him, taking the drum sticks in his hands. Cosmic began to hit the drums in an imitation of what he had seen the other guy do; though he wasn't quite as good, you could tell he had a knack for this. Two years later, he met a girl by the name of Stasya Havok at a music convention for up-rising musicians. She some-what scared Cosmic with her on-the-edge lifestyle but she related to him like no one else had. She was the one who came up with the name he adored and soon adopted. "Your REAL name is Cosmic Summer Rivers? Seriously? You act nothing like those happy hippies! You're more of a depressed emo kid. You're name should be something like..... December Phoenix Nightshade. Now that is a cool name," she had said to him. Ever since then, Cosmic had loved and gone by it, never letting a soul call him by his real name. A year later, he bought his first drum kit after playing whatever he could at the record store and began looking for a band to join. "Drum Wanted for Disiplyn Denied!" The flyer wasn't anything special, just someone's cursive writing and an address, but December wasn't going to let this chance escape him. He went where the address prompted and was surprised to find it was his friend Stasya, her brother, and a girl named Leslie. He didn't even have to audition, Stasya knew he was good. MUSIC INTERESTS: AFI, Avenged Sevenfold, Bullet For My Valentine, Blessthefall, Trivium, Anberlin, Metallica, Megadeth, Lamb Of God, ArchEnemy, Marilyn Manson. PLAYS: The drums.  APPEARANCE:  OTHER: December is a bisexual. *shrug* NAME: Jasper Gabriel Kazwell (Last name borrowed from Socko) AGE: Twenty PERSONALITY: Will edit.... BIO: Will edit...... APPEARANCE:  OTHER: Along with being a close friend of the band, I wanna make him Leslie's ex. Is that okay with you, Mari? |
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 5, 2009 22:22:00 GMT -5
That's fine.  . |
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Oct 6, 2009 17:12:31 GMT -5
Shweet. I guess when can go ahead and get started now that we have all the main positions filled. ^^
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 6, 2009 18:06:50 GMT -5
GREAT! *looks for IC* Is this IC? Or.... *confusion*
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Oct 8, 2009 17:24:14 GMT -5
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Tinks dialed a number, he was bored and wanted some entertainment that night. What better then that little band with the funny guitar guy.
After Rowdy didn't pick up Tink's left a voicemail. "Heeey, Rowdy Havok? I am, like, so bored.... Uh, I want you and your band to play at my bar, tonight! That would be so awesome and um..." The rest was gibberish, then he finally seemed to be able to get his words right. "Call me!" Then he hung up. Finally.
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Leslie McCarty sat on her bed with her red bass, and music blaring Decyfer Down, she sang along quietly for about five minutes before she got up and walked into th e living room, got herself a Monster and returned to her room. She didn't know what she was going to do that night, Rowdy and Stasya might want to practice. Or they had to play.
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