KELLER, faye paul

[faye]

faye paul keller
nineteen ,, las vegas ,, a starboard story/bassist ,, bisexual ,, immature ,, john o'callaghan
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"Oh, hey. I guess I should start with my name. It's Faye, which I guess is a little bit feminine for a male, right? I don't know, I like my name. Anyway, I'm nineteen, and let me tell you - unless you're famous, life doesn't get that exciting beyond your first beer. I'm the bassist for A Starboard Story, and my sister's our photographer. I was in guitar club in high school, and me and our lead singer, Ransom, formed A Starboard Story. We ended up gradually gathering members along the way. I was kicked out of the house for my drug and alcohol abuse, and my family totally hates me for it, too - besides June, she's always on good terms with me. Anyway, I had lost touch with my family before I joined and about two months after I found out my older sister June Keller is our photographer. I flipped out, out of joy, of course. She's the closest thing I have to my other sibling, Rodger - he died about a year ago of lung cancer. We weren't as close as they were, but still, he was my brother.

Anyway, I guess I'm a pretty bubbly person. The only reason I wouldn't be is because I have anger issues, and I tend to point out flaws because well, I'm so perfect. I love to party, anywhere from regular pool parties to going to a club. I drink, I smoke, I do EVERYTHING in the book. People call me the typical musician, which is why I lost touch with my family, anyhow. They didn't want me to be a bad influence on everyone. I try not to pressure people, but if they're killing the party, they're killing the party. I'm a pretty quirky guy, as you'll learn as you get to know me on tour. Faye isn't the average Dave, no sir. I'm pretty chill, for the most part, though.

I grew up listening to the same kind of metal music my sister did - the typical Metallica, Pantera, all of those. The only thing that differentiates between us is that I changed my ways and went to 90's rock and modern upbeat music. I listen to more of I Haunt Wizards, Bush, YACHT, Nine Inch Nails kind of stuff, and you can tell by the bass tabs I write. Bush and YACHT are probably my biggest musical influences though, seeing as how amazing they are.

One day when I was home sick my sophomore year, my dad showed me his guitar, and he even taught me how to play it. Her name was Leslye, and she wasn't just any old guitar. She was a Gibson Les Paul Cherry Starburst, and she was his pride and joy . . . er, until I accidently dropped her and we had to pick up a new $20,100 Leslye. We ended up spelling the new guitars name with an 'ie' instead of a 'ye' because she wasn't as unique as the first. Anyway, that guitar was amazing as heck. I learned EVERYTHING on that baby, and then I picked up bass, which is much easier for me.

For fucking real, now, I may be the typical musician, but I'm not the typical guy. Most guys could probably care less about how they look in the morning, but I get out of the shower and pay attention to every single detail. I put meaning into everything I do, and I try to be a better person everyday. I know, I know, you're probably like 'Faye, you joke around like you're perfect and I doubt you could get any better because you ARE perfect', but that's just because you're a fan. You don't understand that every single step of the way, I have to pay attention to what I do on stage. Anything can be captured on camera. Anyone can know that yeah, I pluck my leg hairs when they get too long, or that yeah, I put gel in my hair to get it to look that way. A lot of guys probably wouldn't even take it into consideration. "





^{hey, so i'm Sarah :DD. i've been roleplaying for seven years now. as well as this character, i also play june marie kellaaaaa. you can reach me by pm is fine if you need me for anything. i found PERFECT DYSFUNCTION by caution ad and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

The silence was beginning to drown her by the time that a figure had entered the venue. It was definitely a male - June could tell by the way he jumped over the seats and stumbled in the rows like a goofball. The look of confusion on her delicate and pale face proved that she wasn't entirely sure which of the boys it was. As she tucked a piece of bleached blonde hair behind her ear, the male figure came to a stop and stared directly at her. June knew who this one was, now, just by the way he cocked his head. The one before her was the boy who kept her going everyday, he was her coffee. He had light blonde hair, just like hers, and the most gorgeous eyes that distracted June from everything else in the world, even from her job. Majority of the photos on her Nikon were of him, on stage and off. He was her lifeline on this tour, he kick started her heart daily. That, and he was simply Fang Mykel Luzio. Her best friend and her secret crush.

The beating underneath her breast plate was getting too much to handle, June didn't know how much longer she could keep this under wraps. She felt the urge to just blurt out that she loved him oh so much, but if she did, then what? Would she just continue being best friends with him? Would they end up dating? Would they end their friendship and acquaintance right there? She certainly didn't want the latter option. June bit her lip, watching Fang approach her. Then, with a thud, the male fell to the floor. She let out a small giggle, then remembered the night before.

June stepped outside the tour bus uneasily, peering around both corners in hot pursuit of her best friend. Her heart was aching so badly, she wasn't too sure where he was, all she knew was that he was out clubbing still at five thirty in the morning. This girl just wouldn't go to bed without him safe in the bunk next to hers. With a Dos Equis in one hand and a blunt in the other, she quickly dashed around the parking lot to look for a group of guys who probably picked up a few girls along the way. Girls, those sluts that always go for band members, the ones that she's been trying to keep Fang away from. With a name like that, he's pretty irresistible. There was a motionless body sitting in one of the bands beach chairs, a bottle of alcohol lying comfortably in the lap of the person. June gasped a little bit, running up to him. It was Fang, of course - the one person who knew how to make it back to a venue sober and drunk.

"You don't look too happy," Fang mentioned.

"Of course I don't," June replied quietly, her anger knotting up inside of her. "I feel like an overprotective mother or something of the sort, but do you know how worried I was last night? You were out until five thirty! I was up all night, Fang, I was looking for you."

Her eyes fell upon her lap as she fiddled with her fingers. "I had to drag you to your bunk. You even called me 'mommy' when you had woken up for a second. Do you know how hard it is to drag a passed out twenty something to their bunk with beer in one hand while smoking weed?"

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