monroe, andreas lutheran

[micheal]

ANDREASLUTHERANMONROE !

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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE

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OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]

[/COLOR][/B]: andreas lutheran monroe
nicknames: ande
birthday: first of september, 1990
gender: male
role: local
sexuality: bisexual (prefers men, though)
played by: ash stymest[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]

TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE

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YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]

[/COLOR][/B]: Ande is lean and thin. He was a little muscular but mostly he is just thin. Though lately he has been a little more compulsive and has been exercising, so his biceps have been starting to fill up more than he was as a teen. He stands at a height of five feet, eleven inches and weighs about one hundred twenty five pounds. It’s pretty small despite his height, but admittedly it’s a gene that has been carried down through his family for a while, he's not underweight or starving himself. On another note, he’s always been a kid who eats more than the average human being, and yet never seems to gain a pound from it- blame his high metabolism; and tends to drink more then he should. His face is very angular; exactly like his brother he acquires the heart shaped face, the thin and sloping nose, full lips quirked into a light smile, and icy blue eyes. His high cheekbones and his age gives him a very refined, matured look- a look that quite a few people seem to like, and knowing this, he will use it if it’s to his gain or advantage. Black hair sprouts from the back of his head. He has quite a few tattoos, mostly on his biceps and some on his calf, designs ranging from sparrows to roses and skulls to guitars. Working at a tattoo shop does have its benefits.
personality:
Admittedly, he's handful to deal with. He's a rebel all in his own, drinking at a young age, smoking where he's not supposed to, dropping out of school, getting a tattoo despite what his mother says. He does whatever he wants when he wants and the last thing that you would ever see him doing is comforting to the rules of the world around him. You can judge him and talk trash but really, he has more things to do then take crap from anyone, and the hell if he's going to believe what you have to say about him. It doesn't make him a nasty person, in all truth he's otherwise in capable of being hateful to anyone. He's a sweet, hyper-active, artistic boy who just wants to live his life at the fullest and how he wants to- he doesn't want to go to college and spend years preparing to get a high paying job that takes away time to live, he doesn't want to spend his life working and wasting away because he thinks that's not a way to live. All he needs enough money to go by and time to be himself and he's golden. He's really sweet, yes, he is somewhat of a whore, and has a tendency to make males uncomfortable by hitting on them, but he's loyal, caring and tries his best to see what's the good side in life instead of focusing on the bad. However, when it comes to sad things, ever since his father had died, he's learned that he's incapable of feeling sorrow and pain, and often doesn't know how to deal with it- therefore everything that is wrong in his life, he becomes a coward; instead of facing them head on, he suppresses them in the back of his head.
likes:
-drinking
-smoking
-sex(ting)
-music
-tattoos
-living
-autumn
-photography
dislikes:
-vain/arrogant people
-uptight people
-humidity
-neat freaks
-relationships
-spider-man
-the close-minded
-showing up late
strengths:
-laid back
-friendly
-intelligent (more so then he shows)
-out-spoken
weaknesses:
-rarely thinks before acting
-extremely rowdy
-suppresses bad feelings
-whore impatient
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE

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YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]

[/COLOR][/B]: chloe victoria monroe
father: marcus xavier monroe - deceased
siblings: ______ ______ monroe- big broski
significant other (s): n/s
pets: n/a
hometown: new york, new york[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]

SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT

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ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]

[/COLOR][/B]: ryan
other characters here: n/a
best way to reach you: pm
RP sample:

Normally, Micheal doesn't make much of a habit staying home on such a nice Saturday night. Normally, he heads the the Bronze, the one place that would never fail him. Normally he would be drinking and getting the smashed, then proceed to top the night off doing the most outrageous and ridiculous thing his drunken mind can handle. One night, he had simply had sex on the beach, one year he streaked along the allyways, and several months ago he brought as much spray cans as possible and decorated the side of a new buildings to give it a classy edge. Being an artist, they looked absolutely beautiful and unique; in the Sates his ass would have been busted, but here, he got off with a little misdemeanor since it was a new building they didn't appreciate the artwork like he did. Still, while there were days he wanted to go out, drink until he can't remembered what happened, and other days where he wanted to sit at home and simply watch Batman and sleep- maybe even wank. Who knows?

Tonight- he wasn't even sure what he was in the mood for. While staying him is highly tempting and he's just exhausted from working and his lack of smokes (again) in the apartment, going out would ease the feeling of restlessness that had engulfed his entire body. Then again, going out meant that he should at least get laid, and he couldn't do so with these god damn markings from various spaces of love bites a uptight little angel had made a few days ago. Damn him and his damn hair and his damn swag and his damn cigarettes. Fuck him and the boy he had rode into town with! The hell if Micheal was going to be held back based on some person who couldn't secure his sexuality!

And so, with that thought in mind, he went to get ready, wearing nothing of the real sustenance but briefs and a dark wash pair of skinny jeans. He went into the bathroom and pulled out a makeup bag, which really meant a little bag with one eyeliner, mascara and foundation; no blush or anything else seemed to be in there. It was dedicated for moments like these, then he needed to get rid of the bruises, it won't make it disappear completely, but hey, at least it was fade- in the light of the Bronze, no one could see anything anyways. It didn't matter how much he put on, just enough to lighten it, not cake his skin and have him sweat it off as he ran across town in nothing but sneakers.

But then, as if his internal conflicts raged inside, he found himself back on the couch, jeans and sneakers on as he laid across the cushion, his little kitty on his chest as he stroked her hair lightly. The bracelets that he had planned to wear was on the side table, the white tee and jean jacket was slung over the back of the couch recklessly, and the hat that was supposed to be perched on his head was nearly hung on the coat rack next to the door. He was still shirtless, and it seemed the only productive thing he had done was get up, cover some of the marks, sit down and tune in for an episode about some reality show with idiots. He hummed lightly and watched as Light purred for affection, seeming bothered that the shifter wasn't snuggling and overly excited about seeing her like he usually did. He assumed that was why she had stayed around so long, or else she would have left him all alone already.

In the apartment, everyone seemed quiet, save for the hum of the world outside as it blew in from the open sliding door that led to the balcony. He had turned off the air conditioner to open the door, feeling the cool breeze of the world, and the silvery flashes of the moon when the curtains fluttered and parted, giving him a nice view of the night sky. For a second, his icy blue eyes landed on the guitar propped against the wall, he felt like playing and his fingers twitched to touch the strings and tune them for a song that he has written, but at the thought of getting up to retrieve the thing was the one that led to his undoing. He remained sprawled out on the couch, his pants sagging much lower then they should be allowed to, just above its legal limit (had he been in public). He lightly picked the kitten him, shifted to the side before settling it back down in his chest as he turned on the television, needing something to do with himself and yet perfectly fine with listening the world as it came. It was soothing, relaxing and he let out a content sigh.

So, he decided not to go out tonight, at least for now. But he didn't regret his choice. At least- not yet.

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