Post by DAMIEN ALEXANDER MICHAELS on Jun 21, 2012 0:24:13 GMT -5
damien alexander michaels
what is your name ,
"my name is damien alexander michaels. i hate nicknames, so don't even try to come up with one. most nicknames people have tried to come up with were completely fucking stupid."
what is your date of birth ,
"september fifth."
how old does this make you ,
"i'm eighteen, bro. legal adult and shit."
what degree of education do you acquire ,
"i'm a senior in high school.. not sure where i'll be after all this, but yeah."
where are you currently employed ,
"if you count being in a garage band a job, then kudos to you. but most are like, 'man, get a job.'"
who is your claim to fame ,
"they say i look that the lead singer of that band black veil brides, andy biersack. i'm so much better looking, though."
where were you born ,
"what are you? a stalker? nah man, i was born here, in huntington beach. right where you are, right now. no, i was really born in the hospital. it was a boring birth."
where were you raised ,
"i was born and raised here, sonn! gotta love good old huntington.."
what is your ethnicity ,
"american? shit, i don't know. i think i'm like a mutt. german, irish, native american, english, shit like that."
what languages do you speak ,
"english, obviously.. i took some spanish classes, but that all in one ear and out the other."
what do we see in when we look at your eyes ,
"death. no, but really. my eyes are blue, like BAM blue. it's the best thing about it, my eyes. they're an icy blue, and stand out against my black hair and pale skin and shit."
whats the deal with that hair ,
"don't diss the fucking hair. it's the best damn hair you've ever seen. it's black, dyed obviously. very long and styled how i want it to be that day. there's really nothing special about it, it's... hair."
how tall are you ,
"i'm six foot three, bitch! bow down to the all mighty giant. haha, there's no real reason i'm so tall. i'm just freaking special, ya know."
how much do you weigh ,
"that shit is personal!! but if you must know for this retarded survey shit, then i'll tell you. i'm skinny, so it means i'm atleast 160 pounds. i mean, i work out and whatnot. but you wouldn't be able to tell unless i took off my shirt... which i know is what you want me to do."
overall describe your looks ,
"my looks? geez, why do you want to get so fucking in depth? alright, looks wise i guess.. i'm kind of strange. like i said, i'm six foot three and pretty thin, but i have muscle. i have long black hair, that i might cut sometime, which is dyed. i have normally brown hair, so if that tells you anything.. i have some bright ass blue eyes, they're all up in your face.. but girls seem to like them so i don't mind it. uh.. my face is.. oval or almond shaped? i don't know. i have a lip ring, i hardly ever take it out. and i have quite a few tattoos. it would take a while to go through each one and tell you every meaning. i have a cross on the inside of my arm. i have a girl on my shoulder, and 'the mortician's daughter' written above it. that's actually a song.. uh.. some skulls..the word blasphemy.. fuck fun...yeah, there's a lot. i have three x's cut into my wrist, and it's a scar/tattoo."
what is your overall sense of style ,
"i guess you could say that i dress pretty much like a punk rocker, but there are some days when i honestly just don't give a fuck. there is no meaning to how i dress, i just like the style of it. i'm sure that's how everyone else decides how they're going to dress. it isn't often when i do dress nice, but when i do, it's for a good reason. so if you ever see me all dressed up, you better feel fucking special.
what are your strengths ,
"i guess that you could say i have a few strengths. one of those strengths would definitely be my music. it's how i express myself the most and it's just.. awesome. i play guitar, mainly, and it just speaks to me. i'm a very determined person. when i want something done, i'm going to fucking do it. you're not going to be able to talk me out of it or anything. i guess you could say i'm pretty serious. i mean, obviously there are times when i cut up and things, but for the most part i'm just like whatever. i'm very, and i mean VERY, opinionated. i say what i want and i don't give a fuck who knows. i mean, if you want the truth, i'm going to give it to you. that's just how it is. i'm not going to hide anything from you. and i guess you could say i'm strong. not just physically, but also emotionally. i know how to handle myself.
what are your weaknesses ,
"i have no weaknesses! nah, just kidding. even superman has a weakness. first, my weakness would have to be amanda tumlin. there's just something about that girl.. i don't know. she drives me absolutely crazy, but i can't pull myself away from her. i'm very reckless. i do what i want, when i want, and i don't think of the consequences until after the fact. i blame it on the fact that i'm a teenager. i care too much sometimes.. i don't know, i just put everything i have into something, and when you see it comes crashing down.. it can kill you, but don't you dare fucking tell anyone that. i'm stubborn, easily angered, and pretty lazy."
what are things you acquired a liking for ,
"i like lots of different things. i don't think that i could be able to name them all, just because i find something new everyday. but currently, i guess i could name off a few. i like home cooked meals, but i'll pretty much eat anything that won't eat me first.. music, writing songs, alcohol, my bandmates, amanda, working out, my little sister, the smell of rain, the forest, coffee, especially the smell of it, tattoos.. yeah.
what are things you did not acquire a liking for ,
"again, i think that this will go with things that i like. i will find something that i don't like each and every day. but to name off a few, i hate my mom. she left me when i was just a kid with a fucking deadbeat dad.. i don't like judgmental people, chocolate, people touching my hair, bugs can just go to hell.. especially spiders, coconut, cold, body odor.. i mean, take a fucking shower. it's not that hard to do. you get in, turn on the water, and use some fucking body wash! i hate when people chew with their mouth open, girls that are just sluts, the same with guys, sexists, homophobes..
what is this we here about you ,
"apparently i slept with amanda.. and some little shit had the nerve to say that the only reason i'm even her back up guitarist is because i slept with her! like, really? go to hell."
what is your personality like ,
"opinionated: like i said before, i don't hold back the truth from anyone. if they want to know something, i'm going to tell them. but that also goes with me just spitting out what i think anyway. if i have something to say, i'm going to say it and you're not going to stop me.
stubborn: when i put my mind to something, you're pretty much fucked if you think that you can change my mind. i go all the way. it's like people say 'go big or go home.' i'm just.. not going to back down. even if i know i'm wrong about something, i'm probably still not going to back down, that's just how stubborn i am. i guess stubborn and determined can go hand in hand, because the two traits are kind of the same for me. i just don't give up, i never have and i never will.
sarcastic: i can smart off, that's serious. nine times out of ten, i'm going to say something sarcastic and make you seem like a complete dumbass sometimes. i don't mean to, it just comes out. kind of like the cussing. it's like word vomit, but half the time i just don't care. if your feelings get hurt, you'll get over it. it's just how i am. you'll get used to it if you really want to be my friend.
arrogant: i'm very arrogant, as in i come off as i think i'm better than others. i'm not going to think that people are above me, because they're not. it's just not how the game is played, man. i'm the best and there is no denying it. i don't let this control me and i'm not going to think lowly of you, i just.. think highly of myself. i haven't let anyone bring me down and i'm not going to start now. i was always told to think highly of myself, because i'm an important person in life. that's stuck with me.
creative: even though i'm not the main writer for the band, and i don't sing for the band, i do my own stuff on the side. i love being in that band, i love playing guitar, singing, writing.. it's just who i am. it's how i've always been. my nana taught me everything that i know about music, it's just stuck with me.
romantic: i hardly let anyone know this, but i really am a romantic. i can come up with cute dates and do something nie for a girl that i really care about, but i'm not going to let anyone else know that, because they'll think that i'm soft. and i'm not going to let anyone think that i'm soft and that they can take me on.
caring: like i said, one of my downfalls is that i care too much about things. i grasp onto things easily and start to care about that one thing, or that one person. i'll let them know that too.. that i care, because i know what it's like to have someone not care about you. i honestly didn't start caring so much until i met my sister and i realized how much someone can impact your life. she taught me how to care, really. and i'll never forget that. it's the nicest feeling in the world, but it can also be the worst feeling for me sometimes."
who is your father ,
"my father's name is titus alexander michaels. he's 45 and a deadbeat. he got into drugs when he was really young and it just kind of stayed that way until recently. i mean, he's trying to get his life back together and do things right, but it's all done and over with. i don't like him.. i probably never will.
who is your mother ,
"my mom... my mom's name is holly raye worthy. i never met her before, until recently. she used to be a prostitute and big on drugs. when she had my sister, i think that she straightened up, especially when she found out about her condition..
who is or are your sibling(s) ,
"i have a ten year old sister, her name is marissa may worthy. no one but me and my mom know about her. she has downs syndrome.. when i first met her, i fell in love with her. she's my little sister!"
who are your other relatives of importance ,
"my dad's mom. my nana. she lived with us, and since my dad was too busy getting high, she pretty much raised me. she did, however, die not too long ago. it was heartbreaking for me, but i know that she's in a better place.
what is already written in your book of history ,
"my parents never knew each other well. it was a one night stand with a prostitute. it was supposed to happen, and be over with. my birth was a mistake. the prostitute named holly was never supposed to have a child and care for it.. when she found out that she was pregnant with me, she didn't know what to do. i know that she wanted an abortion, but she couldn't afford it.. so when i was born, she shoved the responsibility on my dad, who also didn't want a thing to do with me. but, none the less, he kept me and tried to raise me. though it was obvious that he had no idea what he was doing, so his mom took over. from then on, i was raised by my nana.
i never met my mom, and my dad was hardly ever in my life. it took a toll on me as a kid, because when i would go to school and i heard everyone talking about their parents.. i would always wonder why i didn't have that, why i wasn't blessed with parents that cared for their child. i guess that's where i learned to just not care about others, but my nana would always tell me different. she was really the only person i cared about, ever. everyone else in my life could just take the backseat, because it didn't matter to me. i just wanted to get through this thing called life. this made me grow up fast.
i've never been a man of many words, so my life wasn't all that interesting. i stayed away from other kids, except for one. her name is amanda katrina tumlin, and she has been the only person that i've ever been close to. other than that i went to school, and went home. the only time i started to really make friends was when i got into high school. i was introduced to so many different things. immediately, i went to the wrong crowd. the crowd that partied; got drunk and got high and just.. didn't care. the stoners. it got to where i started dressing like them, most of my friends then dressing like punk rockers. then i realized that i was turning into my dad with all the drugs that i was doing. i wasn't big into them to begin with, so i started to stop getting high and just drink and have other fun.
i started to make a life for myself, without the help of my dad or my mom. when i hit high school, amanda and i met two other people that we really started to care for and we loved. we created our small little garage band, and it took up my free time. so when i wasn't out with the other crowd of friends i made, i was with them. but slowly, i started to break away from them and just hang out with my bandmates. it turned out to be the best thing for me.
my junior year, tragedy struck for my family. the person that raised me and taught me everything that i know had grown ill. i took her to the hospital and it turned out that she had lung cancer.. and she had had it for a while. she was dying, and there was nothing that i could do about it. she told me that she didn't want chemo or anything.. it was her time to leave. for those past five months, i was withering away.. and finally, she passed in her bedroom. i cried my eyes out until there was nothing left to cry out.. but she had told me not to cry for her, because i would see her again. it took a few months, but eventually i got back on my feet and lived me life to the fullest.
then, six months ago, my life changed completely. six months ago, my mother contacted me for the first time in my life by calling up my dad. she wanted me to meet her at starbucks, and at first i was all against it, but my dad had talked me into it. since i had never met the woman a day in my life, i figured i would. when i met her, i also met a beautiful ten year old girl named marissa, but i call her may. she is my half sister and she has downs syndrome. the minute she met me and figured out that i was her brother, she loved me. she gave me a huge hug.. and i didn't know what to to think of it. but it made more of an impact than i thought it would.
ever since that day, i've made it a point to try and go over to their house at least once a week and play with my little sister. she's grown on me. she's shown me what it's like to love blindly, and how to care. i honestly didn't care about the relationship that i had with my mom, but she tried to provide for me too.. though she is eighteen years too late. i just cared that she provided for my younger sister. ever since then, my life has been completely different. my life revolves around her and the band.. nothing else.
what is your secret life ,
"people think that i'm this big, bad tough guy in a garage band that cares about nothing but himself. but, that isn't true. six months ago, my mother contacted me by calling up my dad. she wanted me to meet her at starbucks, and at first i was all against it, but my dad had talked me into it. since i had never met the woman a day in my life, i figured i would. when i met her, i also met a beautiful ten year old girl named marissa, but i call her may. she is my half sister and she has downs syndrome. the minute she met me and figured out that i was her brother, she loved me. she gave me a huge hug.. and i didn't know what to to think of it. but it made more of an impact than i thought it would.
ever since that day, i've made it a point to try and go over to their house at least once a week and play with my little sister. she's grown on me. she's shown me what it's like to love blindly, and how to care. i am very protective of her and i love her very much. unfortunately, i want to keep up the idea that i really am this tough guy, so i haven't told anyone about her and how i go and play with her every week. people would think that i'm a softy and would make fun of me, and i can't handle that.
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what is that past love life look like ,
"i've never really been big on the whole dating thing. i dated one girl, but i never had feelings for her so it ended pretty quickly. mostly, it's been just hook ups.. i had sex with amanda, but you know that already.."
what does the current love life look like ,
"i'm a free bird. though, i am currently chasing over amanda. i care about her, and i'll be damned if i don't win her over.
what does your friendships say about you ,
"my band mates are really the only true friends that i have, especially amanda.
what does being an enemy say about you ,
"fuck yeah, i have enemies! everyone does. it's just how life works. but you know, haters gon' hate."
what is your name ,
briana!
how old are you ,
i am eighteen!
what are you ,
i'm a girl!
how long have you been roleplaying ,
"five years!"
where did you find us ,
"marie (;"
what time zone are you in ,
"eastern."
what is the general length of your threads ,
"400-500"
what is an example of a post you have done ,
dakota listened to the girl as she just began to spew out what she knew of the two. he felt like he could believe her, for some reason. so he didn't try to overthink, or second guess, when he spoke of how they were friends back when he lived in san francisco. he looked her over as she spoke, and mentally sighed. he desperately wanted to remember something, anything about the girl in front of him. then, he began to wonder why she was here in a place like this. what did an old friend of his do to deserve to be in alcatraz? but he let that slide from his mind and just smirked when she said that she could throw a football better than him. he knew she was joking. he had an amused look on his face and just shook his head, "now i know that's not true," he said, laughter in his tone a bit.
he ran a hand through his already messy brown hair and let out a sigh, before nodding his head, "alright," he said, his tone going a little more quiet. he couldn't help but always think that it was his fault. because he knew it was. if he hadn't gone drinking, then drive, he might not be in this position right now. but he tried not to think too much on that part of history, because then he would just get mad at himself and he might lash out at ember. and that was the last thing that he wanted to do. he thought of how this was effecting her. he didn't know anything about her, about the time they spent together.. he didn't remember her! he would feel like complete shit if this was reveresed, he knew that much.
he thought back to some of the pictures that he had. most with friends, the ones that his friends gave him.. so he was sure that he probably had it, "i probably do.. they're all back in my cell so.." he shrugged his shoulders a bit. he hoped that he did, so he could remember briefly of what the two had as a friendship. when she said her name, he smiled a little and nodded. they were each others first kiss? that made him smile a bit and nodded again, "now i really wish i could remember," she muttered, mostly to himself, before speaking completely to her, "i may have been your first, but i know i was the best.. right?" he asked, grinning a little. he knew he wasn't the best kisser back then, especially if that was his first! but he just had to say it. the mood dampened a little, because she said that he was one of her best friends, "i wish i could remember.. you know, us being best friends.." he sighed once again, looking down at the ground for a moment in thought.. then he looked back up at her, "do you still feel that way? you know, that closeness to me, that friendship?"
he ran a hand through his already messy brown hair and let out a sigh, before nodding his head, "alright," he said, his tone going a little more quiet. he couldn't help but always think that it was his fault. because he knew it was. if he hadn't gone drinking, then drive, he might not be in this position right now. but he tried not to think too much on that part of history, because then he would just get mad at himself and he might lash out at ember. and that was the last thing that he wanted to do. he thought of how this was effecting her. he didn't know anything about her, about the time they spent together.. he didn't remember her! he would feel like complete shit if this was reveresed, he knew that much.
he thought back to some of the pictures that he had. most with friends, the ones that his friends gave him.. so he was sure that he probably had it, "i probably do.. they're all back in my cell so.." he shrugged his shoulders a bit. he hoped that he did, so he could remember briefly of what the two had as a friendship. when she said her name, he smiled a little and nodded. they were each others first kiss? that made him smile a bit and nodded again, "now i really wish i could remember," she muttered, mostly to himself, before speaking completely to her, "i may have been your first, but i know i was the best.. right?" he asked, grinning a little. he knew he wasn't the best kisser back then, especially if that was his first! but he just had to say it. the mood dampened a little, because she said that he was one of her best friends, "i wish i could remember.. you know, us being best friends.." he sighed once again, looking down at the ground for a moment in thought.. then he looked back up at her, "do you still feel that way? you know, that closeness to me, that friendship?"
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