Post by eddie dustin cougar on Dec 10, 2009 19:54:03 GMT
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]full name,edward dustin cougar.
nicknames.eddie, ed, ed-head, guitar guy, cougar.
age & birthday,forty seven, third of march.
gender,male.
category,resident.
job,bartender.
likes,playing guitar, fenders, surfing, glam rock, metal music, jack daniels, weird tshirt designs, his son, sunny weather, roller blading.
dislikes,his ex-wife, broken guitar strings, new music, people who think they can play guitar, guitar hero, feeling like a failure, seeing his son hurt, mullets, serious people, groupies.
goals,record an album with his son, record his own album, falling in love.
fears,losing his son, never feeling love again, his wife.
secrets,he isn't the reason for the divorce, he feels like a failure.
personality,eccentric, funny, loyal, honest, caring, great listener, musical genius, sacrificing, friendly, sarcastic, slightly dark.
family,ex-wife and two sons.
hometown,los angeles, california.
history,being born in l.a. probably was a great start for eddie. he grew up learning music, guitar to be precise and enjoyed every moment of it. at the age of eighteen, he met the woman of his dreams while playing guitar in a bar. soon, they had a child and he stopped his music career to look after his kid. he didn't mind because he loved the kid, but just missed playing live. instead, he just started to teach his son to play. they had another child soon after, but he wasn't interested in his father, or music. his son was at the age of twelve when he caught his wife cheating on him, but the divorce was then blamed on him. he used his connections in the business to get his son into sakura and they offered him a place there to work, he declined and instead works in the local bar to keep an eye on his son and look after him.hi, i'm STACEY and i've been roleplay for ONE year now. this here is EDDIE, my FIRST character here, who looks like BRIAN HANER. i found this site through JAMIE.
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Nikki breathed in deeply and let it out in the form a very heavy sigh. He needed to be anywhere but here. He got off the bench he was sitting on outside and decided to travel around. He was wearing his usual clothes, black skinny t-shirt, leather trousers, belts and chains everywhere, his hair huge and his make-up crazy. He had like one outfit anyway, so he really had no choice. He slipped his leather biker jacket on, almost feeling power being put on to him. He smirked a little to himself. Now, he definitely needed a cigarette, or anything from stopping him turning in to Sikki.
Nikki searched his pockets frantically for his packet of cigarettes. He patted every pocket, even the pockets on his leather trousers, though you couldn't get anything in them if you even tried. He patted his leather jacket down, finally finding a box sticking in to his hand. He pulled the box out and flipped the lid open. Three left along with that old lighter of his. He placed his lips around the cigarette and pulled the packet away. With his free hand he pulled the lighter out of the box and flipped it open. He started to flick it, trying to create a flame, but it just wasn't working.
"Tempermental piece of shit." He muttered through the cigarette, glaring at the lighter as if trying to intimidate it. He shook it a few times and once again tried to lit that cigarette. It just didn't want to be reasoned with. He finally snapped it shut and stuffed it back in the box. He hated days like this. He stuffed the box back into his jacket pocket and decided he would trying and schelp a lit off of someone else.
Nikki headed towards the door to the school building, his calf length Dr. Marten's making a loud clunky noise. He saw the sign for the Science block as he was inside and a grin spread across his face. Science met labs, which meant gas taps, which meant bunsen burners, which meant he could finlly light this cigarette still hanging between his lips that had perfect red lipstick on them. He started his walk down the corridor towards one of the science classrooms, his footsteps echoing loudly.
The echos stopped suddenly, Nikki had stopped suddenly. He caught sight of himself in a reflective surface, a plastic notice board. He smiled slightly to himself as he started to play with his hair, lifting it up so it looked even huger than it was at the moment. He loved his big hair. He smiled and pursed his lips, the cigarette still poking out between his lips. He turned with a slight confidence that only Nikki could have. Staring at himself made him remember Mötely Crüe and he started to hum along to the song "Shout At The Devil" that was now playing in his head.
Sadly, Nikki was feeling that hunger for that cigarette, or maybe he needed sugar. In fact, anything would be good right about now. He let a sigh escape his freshly lipsticked lips. He then felt that nagging at his stomach, the one he always felt just before something terrible was about to happen. He stood firmly with his fists clentched, hoping that it wouldn't happen today, but it really would happen, right now in this paritular place. He snapped his eyes shut and breathed in deeply.
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Sikki opened his eyes with a smirk. He pulled the cigarette from between his lips and glanced around the corridor, there was no one there, sadly. He was in the mood to kill someone and not in the joking sense. He needed to let out the anger for that damn lighter. That's when he saw that stranger looking back at him in the mirror. He growled lowly and continued to stare at him, almost like a show down of the stares. He cletched his fist tightly and sent it flying through the air. It collided with the reflective plastic and it shattered under his power. Now he had a lovely shard of plastic burried into the top of his hand. He looked at it with a glare, like if he stared at it long enough it would magically dissappear and heal it's self.
Sikki's felt a little yelp coming to his lips, but suppressed it. Do you know how embarassing it would for someone to see him yelp? Well, very especially as he is supposed to be the tough guy who wants to beat people up for just looking at him. He placed the cigarette back in his lips and slowly pulled the shard out. It wasn't too deep and was hardly bleeding. If only he had shot up before coming out, there would be no pain at all. The dull pain needed to be killed by a cigarette. He slowly pulled out the cigarette packet and pulled the lighter from then. He flipped open the zippo lighter and flicked it, now the flame errupted. He lit the cigarette and breathed in deeply as he closed his eyes.
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Nikki slowly opened his eyes as he pulled the cigarette from his mouth and breathed out the excess smoke. He let a small smile play across his lips as he loved the triumph of getting rid of Sikki again, but wished he would stay gone, knowing he wouldn't until he kicked his drug habbit. He shook his head as his bouncy hair-sprayed hair moved around. He took another drag of the cigarette and felt satisfied that Sikki would be at bay for at least another hour. He shot a quick glance up when he realised he had taken a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in the Maths department. "Ah shit." He muttered under his breath. He had maths next and sighed as he was shunned into the currently empty classroom by a teacher with that still lit cigarette hanging from his lips.
