DAVISON,LEE, VINNIE

[vinniegorge2]

VINNE LEE DAVISON
Twenty-Two ,, Miami, Florida ,, Bassist for MOTD ,, Straight ,, Jokester ,, Trace Cyrus
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" Vinnie Lee Davison was born in miami florida on july thirteenth, and grew up right on the beach. His parents where mostly semi rich and it was natural for Vinnie to get want he wanted. He never really paid attention in school and only passed music,gym, and art. He started to practice the bass at the age of nine.

If there was one word to describe Vinnie it would be outgoing. Vinnie doesn't know when to quit. At time he's wild and can even be dangerous. He loves to drink and go to party's. He does have a very positive attitude and try's his best not to look on the past or negative side. He hates seeing others in pain. He may be a dick or annoying at times, but he has very good intentions.

He has been with the band March Of The Dead for about three years now and loves being the bassist. He loves being on stage and giving hell. He does make stupid decision, but does have enough common sense not to put the band in jeopardy. He also does have a really laid back side to him that most don't see.

Vinnie's style doesn't change that often and he doesn't care about stereotypes. He wears whatever fit's his fancy best. Ever since the last year of middle school he had a very big interest in the art of tattooing. He got his first tattoo at the age of fourteen. Now he's covered in them. As for piercing's he has his two piercing's on his upper lip and his navel. "





^{hey, so i'm Jessie morris. i've been roleplaying for two years now. as well as this character, i also play N/A. you can reach me by pm is fine if you need me for anything. i found made up stories by TGIF tour and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

The halls never seemed so quiet at night with every resting body barely breathing. So quiet and even more sinister the halls resembled a graveyard to vincent without the many tombstones to mark the death of so many forgotten people laid to rest. Most of the people in this hell hole should be dead including him as well. It wasn't like there was any life outside the padded prison walls. There was no hope and it would be useless to pray, it wasn't like god was coming to save any of them any time soon. Though it wasn't like Vincent cared he never did. Caring wasn't an emotion in his dictionary. Even though he had gotten use to that numb feeling that was always there, he longed for something more. To feel what others have felt for centuries. Love,hate,Misery, and happiness. Even feeling pain and sorrow where better than feeling absolutely nothing. Vincent couldn't remember when he actually felt alive or if he ever did. He was stuck in a world where everything moved a lot slower and seeing those in pain was the only way to feel alive. It wasn't until he started to accept that he was a monster for him to truly live even he he lived in a world of complete darkness and loneliness. When he found out that the torturing of another human being would be the only way for him to find the joys of live and to be able to feel alive. It was never the same again.

Now in reality he was alone and not just the numb feeling that was there when he was even around a large amount of people. At times he couldn't help his mind from pondering from asking questions which would make him want to seek the answers, but for him to accomplish these things he must function like a regular human being. Vincent was just a robot with skin, human organs, veins, and a heart which pumps blood into the rest to keep the body from falling apart and shutting down to nothing but a lifeless corpse. After death once you where beneath the ground Vincent didn't care for you anymore if he ever did to begin with. It was the human life, the mind that had always fascinated him. If you where dead there was nothing to be learned. There was no reason in causing pain to someone who wanted more of it. Vincent took more enjoyment in someone who begged for life, something he was about to take away from them. The most precious thing to them and the one thing Vincent could never have.

He was so entangled in his own emotions and mind that when he snapped back into reality. He was in an unfamiliar place. It wasn't anywhere he had ventured before when he needed to get away from everyone else. Now he was in a dark opened hallway that seemed to be cut away from all the rest with only a few number of doors. They all where pretty much closed and locked up tight with probably more than just one lock. You needed to be of high rank just to get threw the door. As Vincent checked every doorknob touching and turning every piece of cold metal until one final lucky one swung open with a single push of Vincent's arm.

It was heaven or maybe it was hell. I guess it depended on the person's perceptive. Though it simple terms it was heaven to Vincent. It was the perfect setting the right, equipment and perfect walls to keep the screams from reaching the outer halls now all Vincent needed was a human victim. It was pretty obvious why Ballamore would have a experimentation room, but whatever the reason it brought a feeling of anticipation running up Vincent's spine and was even glad he let his mind wonder which led him to this ghastly wonderful paradise. He picked up the first utensil that cam into view,probing every inch of it with the tip of his finger letting it run down the cold metal and back. He took a good look around the room looking for white gloves and instead taking in his surroundings. Right now he was at the first silver plater of devises, in front of him was a black leather chair and on the other side laid another plate of equipment. Off into the distance where some lab tables and to his left was a grey counters holding two sinks used for cleaning up.

It was even possible that Vincent may smile, if it wasn't for that deep gut twirling feeling. It was like getting your cake and not being able to eat it. There was no use for him just standing their it wasn't like he could do anything unless he wasn't to operate on himself, but he wasn't in to that sort of thing. So just standing there would make him feel even worse. The only sign of relieve came from quiet footsteps down the hall. It only got his senses tingling even more. The thought of it being a staff member never occurred to vincent. In his mind it was only his next victim, the only thing that would make him feel alive even if it where only for a few hours. There he stood looking towards the door, he turned the light switch on before walking in. So it was very obvious some one would be in here. Now for the first time his heart was racing.

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