REINS, liam scott

[liam]

liam scott reins.
twenty-four ,, phoenix, arizona ,, lead vocalist of when skeletons live ,, heterosexual ,, strange
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" What's up kid? I'm Liam Scott Reins and when it comes down to it, I'd say I'm pretty average.I don't do nicknames, just to put that out there. I was born and raised in Phoenix and I love it there. The dry heat is my favorite thing in the world. Anyway, I'm twenty-four years old, born on october thirty-first. Yes, you heard right. I'm a halloween baby and I love it. A mandatory costume party is thrown every year in my honor. I feel like I'm coming off a bit jerk-ish, but I swear I'm not. I had an alright childhood, I mean, it could have been better but it was only my mom and I. My 'father' left before I was born and to be quite honest I still know nothing about the man. I used to want to know everything but I don't care anymore. I've moved on.

If you like your men tall-ish, kinda lanky, and slightly crusty looking, I'm your boy! I'm about five foot nine/ten. I weigh about.. I don't really know. I'll say about one hundred twenty, thirty maybe? I'm not too beefed up but the muscles are there and occasionally visible. If I flex. I'm also quite pale, thanks in part to my mother. And what color are my eyes, you ask? Well, they're a nice shade of brown. I'm a huge fan of facial hair, mainy because it's easier to not shave. But when it starts to bother me then I will take the time to do it. I have dark brown hair. I shave the left side but keep the right long. I'm not really sure why, it can get annoying but it looks pretty gnarly so I plan on keeping it that way. I like tattoo's, as I'm sure is obvious. I always said I'll only get one but they are so damn addictive. One gave way to another and another and I'm sure I'll and up with many more in the future.

When it comes to my fashion sense - or lack thereof, I'm very DIY as with my hair. Actually, I don't ever remember the last time I had a real haircut.. hmm.. Anyway, I like jeans. Usually a slim fit, and always black. It's just my preference. To be honest most of my clothes are black or grey. I just seem to gravitate toward those shades. Along with jeans, I also like t-shirts. I'm not too picky but sometimes I find sleeves to be very irritating and when that happens, say hello scissors and goodbye sleeves. I'm the type of guy who basically throws on whatever smells the least that particular day.

Music has been a passion of mine since I was four. I remember listening to my mothers old records and tapes. It didn't matter what I was listening to, I always found it inspiring. Apparently I first started singing myself when I was seven, I think? And I guess I've been doing it since then. I've been in my fair share of bands but none quite as fantastic as When Skeletons Live. When I'm not you know, doing music, I'm watching movies. Movies are the most amazing invention ever, seriously. You ask me anything about any movie and I'll know it. I have the same feeling toward Star Trek. I think I might actually be in love with that series. If I could go back in time and kiss Gene Roddenberry, I totally would.. If that's not weird. If it is, then scratch that.

What else do I like to do in my spare time? Well, I like to have sex and drink and smoke illegale substances.

Actually, I don't. I'm what one might call "Straight Edge". I don't talk down on those who do those things, by all means, go ahead! Just don't push it on me and I won't push my lifestyle choices on you. That's not to say that I don't have fun because I most certainly do. I just believe that you don't need to do those things in order to have fun. And for those of you who don't know what Straight Edge is, it's bascially that you stay sober. No drugs, no cigarettes, no alcohol, and no promiscuous sex. Of course, there's much debate in the community about what is and isn't accepted, and I guess it all depends on how strict you are with it. Some say you can't drink caffeine and some include not eating meat. I myself, well I don't drink coffee.. can't get past the taste - but tea and meat? I love you.

I'm a fairly nice guy in general. I like most people and I give everyone a chance. But if you screw me, I'll screw you right back. Admittedly, I have some anger issues. I try to keep them at bay but every once in a while, if I'm pushed the right way, I'll snap. I've fought my fair share of people. My thought process at the time always tells me it's a good idea but I tend to feel bad after I've calmed down. Try as I might, it's not easiloy controlled. So it's best to not anger me, I don't want to have to hurt anyone.

I'm extremely loyal to those around me. I thoroughly believe that if you're truely friends with someone, if you've - for lack of a better term - aligned yourself with them, then unless there's a very good reason, you should be loyal to them. I like to think this makes me a good, trustworthy person and I like to say it's one of my better qualities. I guess some could argue that though, claim I'm following blindly but I don't see it like that. This particular quality also makes me an excellent boyfriend. Why? Because there's no way in hell you'd have to worry about cheating. I'd just break it off instead.

And uh, I guess that's all there really is to know. I mean, I could talk for hours but I'll leave it like this."





^{hey, so i'm isobel. i've been roleplaying for 2.5 years now. as well as this character, i also play no one else. you can reach me by pm if you need me for anything. i found made up stories by i can't remember! i was ad hopping, sorry and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

Albus had woke up in a foul mood. Why? Because the previous night he'd had to listen to the hollering of his rowdy dorm-mates after hours coming back from god-knows-where. They had woken him up again, and unlike most people, once Albus was up there was no getting back to sleep. There were times when he genuinely wondered if he was an insomniac, after all, it took him forever to get to sleep and he rarely did. Normally it wasn't a big deal, he'd learned to go about his days with little to no sleep needed (that's what energy drinks were for) but this day in particular was not one of those days.

After deciding there was absolutely no point in trying anymore, Albus had forced himself out of bed, making as much noise as he could. He wasn't generally a spiteful person but he felt the other boys deserved it and went out of his way to wake them up. He pulled on whatever clothes were closest, that didn't smell of course. He could hear the other boys yelling as he stomped his way out of the dorm and into the common room. Despite the early hours, there were quite a few people up and about. Too many people for his mood and so he scowled his way through his classmates. Once outside the common room he was off, attempting to find somewhere quiet and isolated to relax and possibly day dream, as he enjoyed doing.

He spent quite some time wandering, ignoring the other students milling about the halls. He'd heard a few people call his name, a couple girls almost made him stop but he decided against it. He always tried to be a gentleman but in this foul mood, who knew what he might say. Eventually, he noticed a door that he hadn't noticed the many times he'd passed through this particular hallway. the only explanation was that it was the room of requirement, unless he really was the oblivious. He glanced around, making sure that no one would see him enter - he wanted his quiet time - and opened the door. It was a room, dark wood and various couches of different colors. He closed the door tightly behind him and made his way to an over-sized red chair, plopping himself down. Sighing, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his mind wandering.

Albus' thoughts were shifting between those of his family, what it would be like to ride a unicorn, and what exactly he planned on doing after Hogwarts, when he heard something. He furrowed his brow as he looked around the room. Nothing was different, everything was in it's place and then he heard it again. He turned just in time to see the door open and a familiar, and very good-looking, girl step inside. "What the fuck are you doing in here?" he heard her ask. He let out a short laugh, one of disbelief. He'd found a quiet place but of course it was too good to be true. As much as he loved Hogwarts it was hard to find time alone. "I suppose I could ask you the same thing," he muttered, sitting back down in the large red chair. He gave the girl a once over before narrowing his eyes in concentration, "Why d'you look so familiar?" he asked.

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