Post by gavin apollo malone on Aug 30, 2009 3:06:37 GMT -5
age and birthday ,[/color] nineteen, december 25th
height ,[/color] five foot nine
body type ,[/color] muscular, slim... idk lol
sexuality ,[/color] straight as his flat ironed hair
relationship status ,[/color] he's a single motherfucker
play - by ,[/color] joseph adam jonas. SEXC. (:
group ,[/color] local[/ul]
dislikes ,[/color] waking up, sleeping because if he sleeps he haa to wake up, his insomnia, snobs, obnoxious people, rude people, most vegetables, anything that is probably super healthy for him and should be eating, drive thrus, those nights he can't remember, monday mornings, school, school work, projects, deadlines, teachers, parental guidance and influence, being under close watch by too many people, tight spaces, heights, airplanes, airplane washrooms, public transportation, hot tubs, bad drivers even though everyone says he's one, bimbos are only fun for so long, sneaking into the house late at night, living at home, dating models, cold weather, snow, hail, wind, fashion fads, uggs for girls and guys, the colour brown, computer lags, video game glitches, headshots in call of duty, assholes on the microphone on the xbox 360 even though he's one of them, wrestling, the mafia, his dad for being in the mafia, his dad for hardly ever being there, his dad for not moving to hawaii with them, his mom for divorcing his dad, his dad for the shit he's done wrong with his family, being next in line for the head position in the mob, letting down his dad if he tells him no, not being able to see his dad all the time, his mom for always being so damn depressed, the danger his dad's in.
fears ,[/color] dying, heights, tight spaces, spiders, the mafia. those are the main things. heights, because the first time he flew in a plane there was turbulence, and it scared the shit out of him. he started freaking out and crying. and this was when he was what, twelve or something? it was pretty sad. he's afraid of tight spaces because a friend of his one time shoved him in a closet and leaned against the door and he couldn't get out. and if that weren't bad enough, he had him wrapped from shoulders to ankles in saran wrap. his mom eventually heard him screaming in the closet. he was crying and screaming... just traumatized. spiders, and most other insects because they are creepy and crawly and really gross. the mafia and dying sort of go hand in hand. his dad is the head mobster back home in jersey, so he is the next in line. he doesn't want to let his dad down. his mom's not thrilled, but this is the life she chose when she married his dad.
habits ,[/color] he tends to twirl his hair a lot, just randomly. not for any which reason. he also flips his bangs outta his eyes... basically he plays with his hair a lot. it consumes like half of his life span. he's always touching his hair. he also has a cocaine addiction, and an alcohol addiction, which can be considered as habits. and he smokes which is another terrible habit. also he's really violent.
flaws ,[/color] basically his drug and alcohol addictions are his biggest flaws, as well as his smoking. another flaw is his self-absorbency, and his dire need to always have sex. he's a sex addict. he's really low on self-esteem, though it barely seems like it. he acts like he's tough shit, the cat's pajamas, and really he's not. his violent rage can be another one.
personality ,[/color] gavin comes off as the type of person who doesn't care what other people think about him, but he is actually very self-conscious and he applies a lot of time towards making himself look good. he cares a lot about his overall image; he wants to be that guy that every girl wants kind of deal. it's really a horrendous thing for him, because he lets it control his life. he hates thinking that people are talking bad about him, and if he ever does he doesn't let it rest until he knows for sure. he's paranoid in that sense. he thinks that no matter what people can or will say about him, it will always be 'good' even if they are saying something mean or hurtful. the way he sees it as, his name is just getting out there, and that means more people know about him, and more people will want to know him. he's very full of himself, in case you couldn't tell.
gavin has a lot of artistic talent. he's a dancer, musician, and a photographer. he wishes he could draw or paint or something, but as it turns out he can't. he has quite the artistic bone in his body and he finds it ironic because his middle name is apollo, who is the greek god of all things artsy: music, poetry, and so forth. he finds it really relates to who he is and thinks his name seriously describes him better than anyone could. he looks forward to only succeeding in any three of those artistic outlets, and hopefully the main one is dance. he has been dancing for years, and his dad hates that he does dance and has made fun of him a lot. his dad has gone to extreme lengths to show gavin his dislike for his artistic outlet, even once broke his ankles to do so. it's why gavin is so happy him and his mother have moved out of new jersey and came here to hilo, hawaii, where his dad is the least of his problems.
he blames his alcoholism and his anger issues on his father, and he does so rightfully. after all he inherited a lot of his father's horrible personality traits that he is not so proud of. he is striving to become more like his mother: strong willed, innovative, creative, and independent. though gavin already comes off as all of these, he is the kind of guy to sit out a friday night party if it meant sitting at home with his mother and have a cup of coffee with her, and just cry and whine about everything wrong with his life. he is very emotional, and he often says that he uses sex to hide his imperfections. he hates not feeling like he is good enough for his mother and like he disappointed his father, but he can't help who he is. he is who he is for a reason. though at times he hates that he is a violent person, that he drinks a lot and much, much more, all he can do is try to be better.[/ul]
siblings ,[/color] none.
other family ,[/color] um, the entire mafia? lol kidding.
history ,[/color] gavin was born on christmas day in nineteen-ninety. his father is the mafia ring leader in his native state of new jersey, and he grew up under that knowledge all his childhood. he got things in life easily because of who his dad was. he received a top notch education at a private school in his neighborhood, and was on most of the school's sports teams as his list of extra curriculars. since he was about five he has been learning to play the piano, and has since picked up on the guitar, tambourine, and drums. since he was thirteen he decided he wanted to be a dancer. he started training in the most recommended school in new york and excels in the jazz, contemporary, and hip hop, though most of his best performances are in the acro dance category. he started acro dance when he was fifteen, and has been doing it ever since. when he was sixteen he was in new york for six months doing a broadway production, and he to be home schooled during those months. his mother came along with him and did that for him. when they came home to new jersey, his dad was really upset with him and even broke his ankles to further make sure he couldn't dance again. gavin felt like his entire life had been taken from him those months when he was healing his broken ankles, and his mother home schooled him also during those months, since he was in no shape to go to school. as soon as his ankles were better his doctor even said he was okay to dance as long as he took extra precautions. he's been dancing ever since his ankles healed. when he was seventeen his mother decided she was separating from his father, and for the first year gavin still lived with his dad, and still lived his life like he wanted to. when he realized that his dad was only getting in the way of his life, and he moved in with his mother. finally when his mother decided to go through and divorce him, gavin requested his mother get custody of him. during the trial of who got custody of him, gavin released the incident when his father broke his ankles, and even went on to say that the whole first year of him living with his dad, his dad beat him and was always drunk. it came down to who would parent him better, and his mother had to get a job to prove that she could financially support him. and she began interior design classes right away. now that he is nineteen and his parent's divorce is almost finalized, gavin and his mother moved to hilo, hawaii. he still dances, and she still interior decorates. currently gavin is in search of a job, and his hoping to get one as a dance instructor.[/ul]
age ,[/color] eighteen.
years of experience ,[/color] like, ten. srsly.
gender ,[/color] female. hah.
anything else ,[/color] i'm bamf? follow me on twitter: twitter.com/MISSS0BRIETY
role playing sample ,[/color] Dirt Cheap wasn't one of those bands who called an indefinite hiatus. No, if they were taking a break from the music scene, the most it ever lasted was two months before they put their heads together and started to think of all the amazing things that they could write up for their next album. It was usually in the two months that they weren't in the studio, they weren't doing band stuff, were the two months when everything happened. Everything that they could write a song about, that is. For Gavin, it was a lot of things, these past two months. He suffered a heart break, he lost a friend, and was slowly losing himself to the drug and alcohol addictions that he knew would claim his life if smoking didn't. But he was trying to live life to the fullest. Now that he was single again, he was reducing himself to old habits that he knew had never 'died hard' like he said they did. He was sleeping around again, flirting with whoever he wanted, and basically, living the life he always thought he would when he hit super stardom. He loved it. He loved being the guy that everyone wanted. Hollywood portrayed him almost as if her were picture perfect and that was the farthest thing from the truth. Gavin Apollo Malone was not perfect.
So he sure as Hell gloated a lot, made himself LOOK like he was someone special, like he was the cat's pajamas, like he was really something, but fact of the matter is, he isn't. He wasn't anymore special, or cool, or anything like that than the next guy. In fact, he was just like the 'next guy.' He was like anyone else you knew. He had his share of problems, he had his family, his friends, he hung out with them, just like anyone else you knew. So why was he so damn special? So iconic? He was Gavin fucking Malone, are you kidding me? He's world famous. He travels the world, he makes music, he dances, he acts, he would even go so far as to model. He loved being in the spotlight, because as long as he was, he truly wasn't disappointing anyone. His father didn't care, he didn't see him enough to even try to say that he did. His mother was just about the same. The only time she needed him was to show him off to her socialite friends without kids and brag about how successful her only son was. It was disgusting but he assumed that was the kind of life you had when you grow up rich and famous. He was born into this world with money and a good life... he's never seen it any differently. Gavin was raised in a materialistic world, one that if you wanted something, you got it, and if you were pretty, you were successful. Those were the beliefs he was brought up on, brought up with, and he doesn't live life any differently now that he's on top. Ridiculous, since his all time favourite quote is, "Live life like you're at the bottom, even if you're at the top." He never lived like that, not once in his life. He just found that quote extremely empowering. He loved it because it was a quote he wished he had the privilege of caring about. It was unfortunate that his greed had started when he was so young. It ruined things for him growing up.
So like it was clockwork, Blade called his cell phone at noon, just to make sure he was awake. Because like every other meeting they had ever been to where they had traveled separately, Gavin had always managed to be the one who was fashionably late by fifteen minutes when Blay and Konner would have been there fifteen minutes before the interview, to actually prepare for the meeting, like questions they needed to ask and things that needed to be talked about. This particular meeting was an important one. It was where they were going to lay out all their upcoming events for the next year. They had to schedule their recording dates, their deadlines, as well as their album release dates worldwide and all their tour dates. They had to decide if it was in them to world tour next year or simply just a North American tour, or a European tour. There was a lot to decide, and it all had to be done today. Their meeting was at three-thirty, and lateness usually wasn't tolerated but their management team was already used to the idea of Gavin being late. They dealt with the smaller things until he got there, and that was fine with him. He didn't really like these meetings. They already knew what they wanted from Dirt Cheap, so why wouldn't they just make all the decisions for them? It drove Gavin mad.
Once he was out of bed and all cleaned up, he realized that his extra hour of sleep after the phone call was probably not the best of ideas. He got out of bed at one o'clock, opposed to the twelve o'clock wake up call he received from his younger band member. Sure, he realized the Blade was looking out for the well-being of their meeting, but the well-being of Gavin wasn't really all there. he had been out until four in the morning and he didn't sleep until almost six. So yes, despite sleeping for six hours, the nineteen year old boy was rightfully hungover and completely out of whack. He knew it was stupid to go out drinking when he had a meeting that he was fully aware of the next day, but he couldn't resist the phone call and he answered it knowing what it entailed. So after a night spent out, dancing and boozing it up, he was not looking forward to a day of boring meetings with excruciating headaches. With a sigh, he took one last look around his hotel room before popping a few painkillers and calling his limousine service. He needed his driver. After all, he could drive him anywhere he wanted him to take him. It was sad, but when you were picked up from school every day by a limo, it kind of grew with you. After making the call, he buckled on his shoes before popping his fedora on his head, and leaving his hotel room.
Ensuring that when the door fell closed behind him it locked, he walked to the stairs and slowly began descending them as he eagerly replied to text messages and voicemails that were sent to him hours ago. It was now three-fifteen, and he realized that there was no way he was making it from the hotel to the headquarters in fifteen minutes, but he was going to blame it on his driver getting lost. He always had an unlimited amount of excuses, that neither Blade or Konner ever bought, but he used anyways. Once in the lobby, his Blackberry viciously vibrated in his hand as he received a text message from Blade. "gavin where are you? its almost time for the meeting!" Groaning, he moved his head from side to side as he looked around the front entrance of the building for his driver. There was no luck for him, and he sighed, shrugging his muscular shoulders as a response to his search. At least he wasn't completely lying this time. "driver not here yet. ill b there asap!" he replied back to his fellow band mate, pushing his Ray Ban glasses up his nose as he walked out front of the hotel.
While he waited for his driver to come get him, he chatted with a group of fan girls out front the hotel who claimed they had been coming by every day just to see if he would come out of the building. Though flattered, he was a little disturbed that these girls had nothing better to do with their lives than to sit out front a hotel waiting for him. It was cool, he wouldn't say it wasn't, it was just sad, pathetic, and desperate. He kindly took photos and signed things for the four girls, and just as he was finishing up his driver rounded the corner, and he said his good byes before getting into the back of his limo. He checked his phone once he had shut the door, and it seemed that Konner had sent him a text message also. Grumbling in anger, he checked the text message. "meeting started. thanks for being late." With a scoff, his fingers flew across the keyboard of his phone, typing in his reply. "sorry dude, just got in the limo, b there soon." He scrolled down the glass divider between him and the driver and requested he take the fastest route, or at least the one with the least amount of traffic, and then rolled the tinted glass back up, cranking up the radio as they drove around the city.
Finally they got to the studio. It was a quarter to four, and like always, Gavin strolled into the building fashionably late. He waved toward the girl at the front desk before getting into the elevator and punching in the correct floor number. The ascend was slow and grueling; he really did wish that elevators could move faster than they did. The elevator had the tune to Dirt Cheap's song Paranoid playing, obviously in the classic elevator music styled theme, and it made him laugh. It was ridiculous, this entire building. Flattering, once again, but it made them sound so disgustingly girly and flirty, having their song played like that. After getting to the proper floor, he walked down the hall to the room where their meeting was, and he turned the knob to the unlocked door and pushed in. Everyone at the long table turned to look up at the door as it pressed open, and he sheepishly grinned at the collection of people in the room. Quickly apologizing, he took his seat in between Blade and Konner. "Okay, so now we need to decide when you boys will be in the building for recording..." said one of their executives, and with a sigh, Gavin slid in his chair, slouching unprofessionally with a huff. Let the boringness begin, he assumed.[/ul][/size][/color][/font]
