EAGER; ace caden

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ace caden eager.
twenty five ,, huston ,, drummer ,, straight ,, impulsive
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"so, my name is ace caden eager, i'm the twenty five year old drummer for viola lion. i was brought into this world on july twentieth in huston texas, which is where my band formed and stuff. so yeah, next?

i don't really know..a lot of people tell me i'm overly conceited, but that's not what i like to call it. i'm just confident in my abilities, man, and i pride myself on it, i guess. if you ask me, more people should be like that, it doesn't fuckin' take too much, haha. just be proud of what you are and how you come off to people, because if you're not comfortable with yourself nobodies gonna be comfortable with the shit you do, so every one needs to stop being pussies and be themselves for a change. it's getting fucking old.

a big..well, i mean, it's not a secret, but i guess not many people really know, is that i'm kind of addicted to sex..and when i say kind of..i mean i'm really addicted to sex. sex and beer. i can't drink that sweet shit, no. beer and the hard stuff that gets you drunk after a cup and a half. yeah, the ones that give you monster hang overs. it doesn't even phase me, the hang overs and shit. and i do a lot of drugs, as well..enough said, though it's not really a drug.. weed, it's good stuff.

more? mm, i speak my mind. always. something comes to my mind, i say it. i mean, if i fucking hate your guts, but you're hot as fuck? i'll tell you. i mean, i'll let you know that i wish you a long, painful death, but i'll also tell you every thing like it is. i don't skip or navigate around the point. the point is what i'm getting at, and i want to get there right fucking quick. i mean, i'm pretty impatient on top of that, so taking five minutes to explain or tell you something that should only take me five fucking seconds? no. i'm not going to do that. why should i waste my sweet ass time on you? i shouldn't.

needless to say, i'm always trying to cause trouble with people, especially people in relationships. what every person in the united states wants the most is what they can't have, and while any chick that want's me can have me, i can't say that it goes both ways. here's a tip, if you want to break someone up, guys. this will work. you go up to a couple that's out in public, go up to the girl, get up into her face and say oh, so you're back with his dumb fuck ass? and storm off like you're upset. works every time. i'm twelve for twelve. keep that in mind the next time you don't get the girl you want..

i'm extremely impulsive. i don't really think before i do something. i just jump into things. if someone's attractive, what do i do? go up to her. if i don't like something that's happening, what do i do? throw a fucking punch. i say things and do things without using my head. well..my upstairs head. i have a short temper, so if you piss me off, i won't hesistate to do something 'irrational' like throw a punch or kick a certain band off the label. so yeah, don't fuck with me.

i have a tendancy of remembering like..everything that ever happens to me and those that are close to me. i kind of have this habit of holding grudges forever. if you did something to me when i was a kid, i'm gonna fucking hate you as a teenager, an adult, and a senior. i used to watch the world pass me by and wonder why i don't move, and i've figured it out long ago that if i don't forgive, then i'm not going anywhere, but i can't will myself or get myself to forgive or forget, it's not in my nature and as much as i want to change everything about who i am, i can't..so if you do some kind of shit to me or anyone else that i love, be prepared to have a constant grudge held against you.

i like using sarcasm when i talk, unless like..you're seriously mentally challenged or mentally retarded. i'm not that much of a dick. but when people ask stupid questions, then fuck yes i'm going to make a rude as hell comment back to them that makes them feel like the biggest fucking dip shit in the world. i fucking hate stupid people. i mean, blondes are nice, i'm not trying to limit it to blondes, but blond girls especially seem to try to always live up to their status of unintelligence by purposely being stupid, and what's less attractive than real stupidity? fucking fake stupidity.

if you haven't noticed, i'm pretty fucking vulgar, and this isn't even the worst of that shit. haha. i throw around curse words as if they're baseballs. it kind of soothes me a little bit, and calms me down, don't ask why. i don't hesitate to tell someone to, for example, suck a dick or fuck a bitch, and i seem to get away with it all the time. it's especially bad when i'm angry or upset..and even more when i'm drunk. fuck is probably the most used word in my vocabulary besides like..the and it and that kind of shit, but if you have a problem with it, you can turn the cheek and stop fucking listening.

alright, so there's not a whole bunch about me that anybody needs to know. when i was younger, i was born into a family of four boys. so i'm the youngest of five boys. imagine my poor mother. at that point in time, everything was great and such. we lived in this town in texas, it's barely on the maps or something.. it was small back then. my brothers were always on my case about being something, etcetra. they loved me, or at least they told me they did, and they wanted me to be as good as anything else in the world, so yeah.. i had to put my mind to it.

so, growing up my dad wasn't home a whole lot. i was mostly with my moms and my oldest brother took the place of my father. no, i'm not saying he was sleeping with my mother, but he was the closest thing to a dad i had. my father was in the army, but my parents didn't want to put us through it all, so instead of moving around from base to base, we just settled in texas and saw our dad once or twice a year. you can see where i'm coming from. so when i turned fifteen and my mom decided to give me more to do, i automatically decided to start rebelling against her and anyone who tried to tell me no. that included my brothers.

that was the age i started doing drugs and getting serious about music. i had known for awhile that i wanted to go into the music industry, but my brothers and my mother had always told me that that wasn't good for me. instead, i enrolled into this special school for people who were interested in audio work and stuff like that and i met a great friend, Kaige Hollis. together, him and i, and a few of our friends including my brother decided to start a band and stuff. it worked out to our liking and now we're signed and all that jazz."





^{hey, so i'm alyssa. i've been roleplaying for one and a half years now. as well as this character, i also play annalise marie crawford. you can reach me by pm if you need me for anything. i found made up stories by myself, yo and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

amanda smirked to herself as she logged off of the computer, jumping up out of her chair happily. she wasn't only trying to have sex with zane because she needed to get laid, but also because she was just amazing and knew that the whore was like, in love with him. she had seen the way her face lit up when the girl heard his voice and it made her giggle internally, now that she was getting the chance to sleep with him. she'd rub it in the girl's face eventually, it wouldn't take too much and nobody put it past her. she was out to hurt the girl any way she could, mostly because she was always all over zui's soon-to-be boyfriend, and that never flew well with the best friend. never ever. if murder wasn't illegal, the girl would've been thrown under the bus a long time ago. literally, thrown under a bus. there would probably some stupid search party searching for the dumb skank and she would just sit in her bus giggling with zui, because that's what they thought of the girl. she would've thrown a yay-storms-gone party with hers and zui's bands and they would've partied all night long, doing more than she should've. zui was her best friend, she'd take a bullet for her and give up her life if it meant that zui could have the best life ever. she was that kind of a person, so zui's enemies where her enemies, and her enemies were zui's enemies. they had been best friends since they met, last year on the same tour. neither of them had been fond of other people, though people were starting to drop dead and bands were quitting, which made her worry about herself slightly. she knew she was a bitch, but what about zui? zui would go before she did.

she shook those thoughts away from herself and stood up. she had to get dressed then go clean zane's bus and sleep with him. then she would make a stop at theatre of robot's bus to talk to zui and make sure she wasn't breaking anything, and because she knew that zoozoo would want to know. she needed something to do, and zane fit her standards. behind all his hair, he was pretty damn good looking, even with the makeup. she was sure a lot of girls out there would kill to sleep with him, though amanda wasn't anywhere near that desperate. if he had been joking, she would've gotten dressed and skipped off to find someone who wanted her, because to be honest, a lot of people wanted her in their bed. she had big boobs, a small waist, and a full ass; an hour glass shape, and she was damn proud of it and showed it off. most of the guys on tour had slept with her, except the ones that were younger than her, because then she felt like a pedophile. well..only when they looked younger than her. she knew zane was younger than her, but he didn't look it, really. he seemed like he was the same age as her, not older or younger. of course not older. his hair was long, longer than she normally would've dealt with if he didn't have more pros than cons. she was sure people had mistaken him as a girl from behind at least once or twice, which, she had to admit, would've been funny to witness. she giggled, imagining someone walking up to him and asking him out, only to realize that he was male and not female. she probably would've cracked up and laughed for days. she probably would've taunted the poor kid for days, too, and never would've forgotten or let him forget.

the blond wandered over to her small suitcase, opening it with a frown. of course she didn't get closet space, her sister used both of their space, which wasn't all that surprising to her or her band mates. her sister was the diva and she was the whore, but they all knew and accepted that. the only time amanda ever looked even remotely normal was on stage, when she resorted to jeans and a t-shirt for comfort instead of her mico-miniature skirts and see through shirts. the only person who ever really confronted her about it was her sister, and it was starting to get annoying, considering the girl had been stupid enough to let pictures of her half naked leak. now, amanda knew that there were pictures of her bare, but she liked it that way. she didn't mind people seeing her almost completely exposed, or completely exposed for that matter. it usually just made people want to sleep with her more, and part of her was surprised that she wasn't pregnant yet, considering she never really mentioned condoms or any sort of protection. she wasn't on the pill and she never brought male protection. it was almost as if she was asking to get pregnant, so she could get rid of it, she supposed is what people thought would happen. though, they were wrong. if she got pregnant, she would quit her band and become a real parent, though she knew that she would end up either alone or on tour as a tag-along for the father. she shuddered at the thought, but she couldn't give sex up. it was all she knew besides breathing and drumming. she didn't know how to pull herself away from it, it wasn't like she didn't have endless opportunities, on a tour with mostly men and with a lot of male fans completely attracted to her. she could sleep with almost anyone she wanted to.

amanda dug into her bag, pulling out a pair of matching panties and bra. zebra striped with pink lining. they were probably one of the more expensive parts of her wardrobe. she liked to look like she had the money to at least buy nice undergarments, which most people didn't. she cared what she looked like, always. all her underwear and bras had matches. it was slutty and such, but she didn't care what other bitches thought of her. she would know when it got out of hand, and it hadn't yet. she also pulled out an extremely short, hot pink dress, smiling to herself. this was her outfit today, and probably some heels. it would be fun, she was sure. he looked like he had some experience from the pictures she'd seen, and from when she'd observed him onstage. she smiled to herself and locked herself in the back room of her bus, tearing her clothes off. she was only wearing baggy pajama bottoms and a tight tanktop. boy short boxer underwear and no bra. she could see someone stop and stare through the window and leaned over, her breasts hanging out all over the place smiling down at him before shutting the blinds. she clipped her bra into place and pulled the thong up her legs, looking over her tattoos in the mirror for a second, sighing to herself. quickly, she pulled the dress over her body, it barely covered her butt. she gave a satisfied nod of her head, rushing into the bathroom with a brush. she combed through her long bleached blond locks, smlinging to herself as she ran the flat iron through it, her fingers fidgetting. she looked like a whore by the looks of her clothing, but her face was plain. she hated herself without makeup.

quickly, the girl picked up her foundation, dabbing some of it in the right places and watching as it blended into her skin, then took her cover up in her hands, swirling a little makeup brush around, letting the powder sprinkle all over her face, working it into her skin. her skin looks flawless now, but her eyes looked dull and uncolorful, which was never okay to her. she opened her liquid eyeliner, making dark lines on the top of her eyelid, extending it just outside of her lashes, screwing the top back on. her stick eyeliner was in her hands within seconds, laying a thick layer of black against her bottom eye lashes, she blinked in the mirror for a second, closing her eyeliner and picking up her mascara. she let the black liquid enlongate her lashes, blinking again before putting clear lip gloss over her lips. she was one of her better days, she looked good. she looked the way she wanted to and with another nod into the mirror and an unsure falter of her lips, she went back out to her suitcase, putting her pajamas back in, zipping it up. she quickly scribbled out a note saying not to worry about her and all that jazz before letting her shoes slip onto her feet. her shoes made her a whole four inches taller, making her five foot five inches. she bent down, clipping the buckles into place, walking over to the door. she was finally feeling pretty and was ready to go, easily walking down the steps and across the gravel, smirking to herself. most people wondered how she walked so easily on this kind of ground with that kind of heel, but she was more than used to it by now. it was something she had learned to do since the year before. this was her second year on the nineteen stars tour, her band had been one of the five that had been asked to come back the year before, and hopefully this year would be the year they would be signed at the end of the year, but that really had nothing to do with what she was about to do.

she searched for i make scenes burn's bus and a smile pressed against her lips. she knocked lightly and stepped back, her hip popped out a tad bit, waiting for him to come to the door, humming one of the bands songs to herself. it was one of zui's. "storm, stand up and recieve this award. i am pleased to pronounce you a whore. storm, you're such a disease, you're the queen of the sleaze. rule the world from your knees." the words were singing themselves in her head and the bars buzzing in her throat. she loved that song and had been one of the people to help her friend write the song. it was fun and sounded great. as long as the words weren't leaving her mouth, though, she was good..because she was about to meet storm's "brother". she didn't think they were related, but it didn't really matter. even if they were, storm still had some weird ass attraction to him. she could tell, and she was about to break all the little girl's dreams.

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