Post by charlie ryan moore on Mar 14, 2010 13:49:28 GMT -5
charles ryan moore
so, let's start off with the basics. what's your name?"my name is charles ryan moore, but you can call my charlie. i haven't been called charles for years, the only person that ever called me that was my grandfather, whom i happened to be named after. some people call me "moore", which is classic, because people are often referred to by their last names. but, i'm mainly just called charlie."
oh, it's a nice name! now, would you mind telling us how old you are?"well, i'm nineteen, yay me. i was born on april fifteenth, and you'll buy me a gift on that day, because then i'll love you!"
really? you look much younger! well, let's get started. first off, what are you on this tour?"easy answer - i play guitar and am the backup vocals in finders keepers. we've been signed to batteries not included records for about three years now, and i bask in the glory of the music that we play, simple as that."
oh! so how did you first get involved with batteries not included records?"well, the band got signed, as i said before, and it's been like this for about three years. we've actually been a band for like, seven years, so i joined when i was like, young. haha. math isn't my strong point, clearly."
oh gosh, really? all right, so, how are you enjoying it so far?"i honestly love it, more than i can even describe. it's just letting me do the thing that i want to do most with my life, which is play music. it makes me extremely happy to see that i'm inspiring people with music and that people actually enjoy what we do."
that's great! so, what do you do in your free time when you are not working?"i do pretty much crazy shit. i go out and party, i guess, from time to time. and then i play a lot of video games and that. there's also the havok that i might cause with some friends now and again. i basically just do what normal guys do when i'm not working, really. but, even when i am working, it doesn't really hassle me, because it doesn't seem like work at all."
oh, i love some of those too! looks like we have alot in common."as long as you don't steal my man, you can hang. ha!"
so, how has your romantic past been?"amazing! no... really? i haven't had much romance in my life. i've had all of two actual girlfriends, and i got screwed over a few times. bitches be crazy! but, really, i don't really have time for girls, but i can be a ladies man. i'm more of a flirt, and am completely shameless about it."
and what about now? is that any better? any different?"well, i have more girls that want to get with me, but i can't really say that i've had an honest relationship with anyone, no."
oh, i see.. hmm... and, what would you say are your turn ons? do you have any turn offs?"let's see... she has to have a really good sense of humor, and they can't be easily embarassed by things, because i'm a pretty embarassing person to be around a lot of the time. i'm not too picky about looks, as long as they're attractive. personality is a lot more important, but looks are really high up there too. and they have to be childish, i'd go mad having someone around who was trying to change me and make me more mature, not down with that at all."
ooh, that's understandable, mhm. so, give us a bit of detail about yourself."i'm honestly a little kid. i don't get embarassed that often, but i do a lot of crazy things that the normal person wouldn't do in public. my mind is open to a lot of things, i like to party, i'm not totally against the use of drugs, but i don't really use them. alcohol is okay, though, not that i'm promoting underage drinking. ha. people have complained about my cocky attitude, but i think that it's healthy to be a bit cocky, but i really don't think i'm better than the average person, you know? without the average person, i wouldn't be where i am today, so yeah, i'm just really chill, and like any other person, i love attention. if i didn't, i wouldn't be in a band, i'd be sitting in my room playing music by myself. speaking of which, music rocks my world; to no end. it's shaped me as an individual, and has allowed me to express myself in a creative way, which really had helped me grow in life and find who i am."
mhmm. well you sound like a fun young man/woman. now, is there anything about your past?"okay, so i'm the youngest of five children, i wasn't really spoiled at all as a child, because of the fact that we didn't have a lot of money. i first picked up the guitar when i was like, five, so my mum's told me. it was just one of those small toys, but i loved it, and my mum ended up buying me a guitar for my eighth birthday, and i've been playing ever since. i got involved with the band when i was, wait, let me try this, okay, i think i was like, 12, which is really young to be in a band. but, i grew up with the other members, and it was just a really great experience. most of my life has revolved around music. my mum has always supported me, but my dad held it against me for a really really long time, he still doesn't really talk to me because of my decision, not finishing high school and going to college, but in the end, it makes me happy. so, my dad and i really aren't close, and he just frowned upon it, but my mum's always been really helpful, driving places and making sure we're well-fed and that."
ahh.. all right, so. tell me some of the things you like."video games are up there, because i get really into character with them. i can sit there for hours, getting lost in them, and shouting at the screen and that. i'm also really into comic books, because i love graphic art. then there's, obviously, playing guitar, because that's what i do with my life. ha. also, i have a massive love for amusement parks. rollercoasters, candy, whatever it is, i'm down. bring me to an amusement park, and i will probably marry you. also, give me granola bars, because they're delicious. chocolate coated, please!"
and what about dislikes?"it really bothers me when people use you. i've been screwed over before, and it's just really hard to trust people in this industry. so, i have a strong dislike for anyone that will ever use a guy just to get famous or be able to tell their friends that it happened. i also dislike really hot weather, because i swear to you, i could drown in perspiration. haha, not that pleasant, but it's true. not fucking happening, hot weather makes me a grumpy charlie! but, other than that, i really don't dislike too much. i'm fairly happy-go-lucky."
do you have any dirty little secrets you wanna share?"secrets, for publicity. great. you'll just use it against me, but, let me just clear something up; i'm not into dudes. i'm just ADD, and it makes me a bit crazy."
ooh, that is deeeeeep. well this interview is almost done, do you have anything else you want to say?"you should try my mum's cookies, they're like a party for your tastebuds!"
so heyy, my name is emilysu and i'm sixteen years old. i've been roleplaying for almost seven years roleplaying, so i think i am pretty damn good. so, my character stole the face of jack barakat (<3), just thought you should know. oh, and also: take control of the world thanks for reading! oh, and below is my roleplay sample. :]
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It was a day like any other; he woke up, pulled himself from his bunk, and headed for a shower. Ronnie was one of those guys who tended to take a shower every day. It hadn't always been like that, because, yes, he was part of the male sex, and yes, that did mean that he would be the type to not shower every day. It wasn't like he'd ever gone a week without showering, because that was just unhygenic, however, he would admit to being the kind of person to shower every other day. It wasn't always necessary for him to shower every day before, because there was nothing wrong with his hair or anything. However, not that his hair was beginning to get longer, Ronnie found that it was completely necessary, or else his hair would be a mess. Not that he was high maintenance or anything, but he did enjoy looking good for the people who had to deal with looking at him every day.
Maybe you would call him a grunge boy, or a punk, or, what was it? A "goffic" cowboy or something like that? He couldn't quite remember. However, he sometimes remembered little things, like young girls screaming when they saw him, or turning to their mothers crying. It wasn't a very nice lifestyle to live, but he was Ronnie Biersack, and he wasn't going ot change who he was because some little kid, who was probably far too sheltered to see the real world, had cried when they took one glance at him. That was what was wrong with the world these days! It was ignorant, and judgemental, and he completely loved it, because he could be the exact same way. It was human nature to act such a way, so it didn't bother him too much. Besides, it wasn't like any of this would truly influence the boy that he wanted to be. He'd been the same pretty much his entire life, so there was no stopping him now.
Anyways, when he'd woke up, he'd grabbed a clean pair of underwear, and he'd headed off to the washroom to get a shower. Clearly the rest of the people on the bus wouldn't care if he walked out in his boxers, because, honestly? He did it often enough. Hell, Max had seen more of him than just his boxers, if you know what I mean. But, that's besides the point. The point it, Ronnie was going to take a shower, and he was going to cleanse every inch of his body, and you and I, well, we're going to enjoy it!
Ronnie stripped from his clothing, letting the first pair of boxers drop from his lowewr torso, before pulling the plain white v-neck that he'd slept in from over his head, revealing, to no one, his pale skin. He was thin, but it wasn't like he was frightening. Or, he didn't find himself frightening. He had abs, sure, and he was pretty much a beast. Why would a beast be a word used to describe him? Well, if you were six foot two and a half, you might be called a beast. Then agian, there were some people in the world, cough Tyler Mane cough, that were nearly, or about, seven feet tall, so then they would be called a beast. He wondered how that was even genetically possible. Perhaps that is the result of having two tall parents, who had two tall parents, and so on. That would be interesting, actually, and Ronnie figured that he would look into it; eventually. But, at that moment, the only thing that he really wanted to do was to take a shower. So, he turned on the water, waiting for it to heat up a bit (yes, still standing there naked), before he stepped into the water.
It cascaded down his skin, running over every muscle and every inch of him. It ran down his face, his arms, his torso, his legs, all the way down to his feet. Every last inch of him was soaking, leaving his long hair flat on his head as he ran his hands through it to make sure it was completely wet. First, he started off by grabbing his shampoo, putting some the size of a dime in his hand, before he massaged it through his hair. There was something that he obsessed about, and that was washing his hair. There was always the right amount of product to put in and then there was too much. Anything over the size of a dime was too much for Ronnie. After all, he didn't want to walk around with greasy hair! After massaging the shampoo in his hair for about a minute and a half, Ronnie then rinsed it out, making sure that all remains of the shampoo had been washed away before he moved on to washing his body. He brought the soap to his skin, running it over him. It was making suds in the water, leaving white all over him. The muscles in his arm were tensing with each movement that he made, which could be rather attractive, actually. In fact, it was rather attractive... not that anyone could see, but still.
Ronnie then rinsed the soap from his body, letting the suds slide from his body and down the drain and he rubbed it off of his skin. The last thing he wanted was left over soap there, because that would be a shame. So, that was a must. He eventually turned off the shower, stepping from the area, grabbing his towel and drying himself off. As he did so, each muscle moved in harmony, letting him get the task done. Anatomy was a wonderful thing, and Ronnie enjoyed it very much. In fact, had he been talented enough, he probably would have ended up getting a job as an artist making portraits of the anatomy, or being some kind of a doctor who dealt with anatomical matter. However, he wasn't that smart, and wasn't all that interested in the professions that involved anatomy. It was more so a fascination of his; something he'd developped after years of dating and people watching (no, not peeping into the girls' change rooms, you perv!). Anywho, he finished drying himself off, before stepping into his boxers, pulling them over his masculine bits so that none of the innocent eyes on the bus would be scarred when he left the bathroom.
Unlocking the door, Ronnie left the room, going ot find something to wear. He wasn't too picky when it came to his wardrobe. Actually, a lot of the stuff that he wore was pretty much the same. V-necks in various colours, and skinny jeans. It was just the way that he was, so if somebody didn't like it, then they would have to deal with it! So, Ronnie put on a navy v-neck and a pair of black skinnies, and then he proceeded to go back to the washroom to do his hair. Yes, he did his hair, but whatever. He also wore makeup, but if you have a problem with that, perhaps it's best to take that up with your mother, because Ronnie couldn't give two fucks about anyone elses thoughts about who he was as a person. As long as he was happy with who he was, everything was fine!
Anyways, skipping all the hair pampering and the adding of eyeliner to his face, Ronnie eventually pulled on his shoes and slipped from the bus, deciding to hang around the tents that day. There was no need - he wasn't famous or anything. And well, it was sad for him, because he was the bass tech for Nightmare Lovers, and his best friend, Max, and also the band's bassist, was in the hospital, which made him sad. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it, and placing it to his lips, taking a drag. Actually, he would have gone for a joint, but that was sort of illegal, and he didn't feel like getting arrested at that point in time. Therefore, he'd settled for a plain old cigarette. However, maybe he should have paid closer attention to where he was going, because he almost knocked some girl over, towering above her like a giant as he stood so close to her. "Shit, sorry," Ronnie said, looking down at a girl with a lovely face. "Are you all right?"