Post by devlin ambrose alastair; on Dec 30, 2011 1:41:23 GMT -5
DEVLIN AMBROSE ALASTAIR, 18, LIPS LIKE MORPHINE- BASSIST, STRAIGHT, RUDE Devlin Is RUDE/INSULTING;; He's sadly painfully honest and will admit things to you without blinking. He's quite insulting and tends to have insults laced with his everyday conversations. Of course he doesn't lie when giving these remarks as whatever he says is actually what he believes is a hundred percent true. Of course there may be drips of sarcasm in this too as he loves it when people can't distinguish sarcasm. ANTISOCIAL;; Well, it's only when you bother him do you get to see his rude side. Otherwise he won't even acknowledge your existence. He dislikes talking to people thinking that it kills more of his brain cells every second, and because of it dodges every conversation he can. So you won't exactly find him starting a conversation with you anytime soon, unless you ticked him off. LAZY;; Devlin can quite literally sleep the day away and miss eating just to well, sleep. He has ended up sleeping in alleyways, even when knowing the consequence, instead of just going back home. One of the only things that can keep his constant attention is music, but for the most part you can find napping at random times during the day. PESSIMISTIC;; He sees it that the cup is half-empty and the same thing can be applied to life. He rather see the cons pile up rather then the pros. There always has to be people who look at the other side of the coin and well, he's one of them. STRAIGHTFORWARD;; Devlin is not one to beat around the bush, if someone died and he was told to tell you. He would not go around willy-nilly and avoid telling you what happened. Instead, he would go right up, skipping the introductions, and tell you the news with an uninterested face. FACTUAL;; Devlin had a tendency to speak facts. He rarely ever finds himself saying, "What if...?" Therefore, he always ignored rumors and only believes things that can be backed up well. He has also taken a liking of making people run in circles trying to prove themselves(whenever they can hold a conversation that is). Devlin Views On FRIENDSHIP;; Pff, who needs them? He lived his life by himself for the most part. His brother was with him, but being a year older they never saw each other besides at home considering their polar personalities. He had friends of course, sorta. He hang around the trouble makers, no, not the druggies or anything like that, but the ones who caused mischief. He found it fun planning pranks and seeing them carried out to other people's suffering. It's hard for him to accept and grasp the idea of friendship but he does know what it feels like (he would never admit though ,mind you). He would never tell you directly, but you can see his forms of acceptance. Like being able to hold a proper conversation with him with none to minimal insults coming out of his mouth(sometimes). This takes awhile, and he does subconsciously try to push you away. LOVE;; He believes in it, but not the fairytale kind where you live happily ever after and yada yada ya. He thinks of love as people who would go to immense suffering but still be with each other. They understand each other well enough that they don't need words to speak with each other. Surprisingly he had some serious relationships during his life and it's really nothing new to him. LIFE;; Live fast, die young, make a pretty corpse.(Richard Wright) This Is Why I Am Like I Am Now My parents were both teenagers when they had my older brother Elliot. They were soon married because our grandparents, their mom and dad, wanted them to show responsibility and raise the child right. They dropped out of school, though that was going to happen soon anyways since they weren't exactly A+ students. Dad was in business with drugs or something to earn money for us, while mom was quite drunk. Luckily she sobered up when she was pregnant again with me. You would think they would learn to use a damn condom or birth control if they didn't want us. Of course, I think I'm my dad's. They were always fucking other people I was never really sure, but I don't give a hell. My parents really weren't the role models of my life. I was raised by my brother who seemed to fret about me and worry about me more them himself. I mean he would rather wake me up for school so I wouldn't be late then tend to a cut that he got ten minutes before. Our mom was never quite there. She was usually drunk out of her mind or out. Sometimes she would have father's "friends" over and kick us outside. Of course, she sometimes forgot it was winter and to let us back in after she was done. That was probably why I got dragged into pulling pranks with other people. I had time on my hands and I really didn't feel like wasting it. I wouldn't exactly call us a gang since we rarely resorted to violence and I can't fight to save my life so I would be fuck. For the most part I was the bait or something that required someone who was fast. I was the fastest runner on the block and I seemed to have the flexibility rivaling a gymnast. Then when I was nine something changed. My mom was never found asleep whenever I came home from school again. Yeah, she was still intoxicated but now she had this mouth that could even make a sailor blush and what she shouted. She called us mistakes, which I could deal with. I knew they weren't exactly loving and I don't exactly love them either. I was like a leech who just lived with them to survive nothing more. Apparently, I adapted and took on the trait. I could run my mouth and insult people. My group adapted and just dealt with it since they still needed me to pull things off, but people started to shun me or hate me or both. I was quite lazy otherwise though, sleeping the day off and living in my dreams. I prefer them, I always have. My mother also began to get violent. Elliot was always had to deal with the bulk of it until she wore herself off and all she could do was insult and scream at me. Elliot always seemed to protect me from these sorts of things. I became less sociable hanging around the trouble makers while Elliot rose to popularity as the goofy guy. We both adapted differently to our situation and can't honestly say he adapted better. This went on for years. Though my mom rarely touched me and when she did, I just covered it with excuses. I didn't really care anymore, I didn't consider them parents either. I also taken to sleeping at weird places and it would end up with me climbing back into the window of my room while my mom was asleep. Did my dad ever notice? Hell yeah, but he turned a blind eyes, too busy fucking some random whore on the street I guess. A month after a turned fifteen a worried "citizen" (probably a teacher) reported his suspicions. I ended up living with my grandparents who lived near us, but were to immense in their jobs to visit us. A step-up from my parents, I have to say. Then Elliot started his fretting again. Telling me hanging out with the same group of friends was not healthy. I should have retorted that acting all cheery when honestly you're probably fucked up in the head was not healthy either. Sadly, I didn't maybe that would have stopped his nagging though. Which was how I joined Lips Like Morphine. I started taking bass lessons a while back from one of my closer friends. Which evolved into lessons once my grandparents found out I actually enjoyed something in my life , which led to me being the bassist of a band that once lacked a bassist. That was how I got here, pretty boring right? PANCAKE, ∞, PM ASK FOR OTHER WAYS |