LUZIO, fang mykel

[fang]

fang mykel luzio.
twenty-two ,, wrightsville ,, a starboard story/drummer ,, heterosexual ,, ludicrous ,, kyle burns
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"hey there. i'll try to keep this short and simple. so the name's fang mykel luzio. my initials are FML. and before you ask, YES my name is actually fang. we'll get into that topic later. /glare. so anyway, i'm from wrightsville beach, north carolina. let me tell you, it is absolutely beautiful. it's non-commercial, so the area is really quiet and petite opposed to the neighboring city/beach - wilmington. ok, i need to stop or else i'll just end up telling you every little thing about wrightsville. /facepalm. well, what's there to say? uhh i'm twenty-two and i'm often the goofball amongst my friends. sometimes i can be a little out of hand, but that's just because i'm a victim of A.D.D.

hm... a little more about me, eh? well, like i said. i'm a total goofball. normally when i cross the line, i don't mean to. so just keep this reminder: if i become offensive, speak up. tell me to stop. i will always stop and keep no hard feelings. oh yeah, that reminds me. i love honesty. i know that sounds so cliche, but i'm serious. i try my best to be honest with everyone, and i expect the same in return. i don't care if the 'truth will hurt' because i'd rather be hurt by the truth than to be suffering from a lie.

another thing you should know: i'm a complicated dude. not emotionally. but... it might be difficult to keep up with me. for example - i do not say 'omg' or 'oh my god'. instead, i replace it with 'omfd' or 'oh my freaking dude'. other times, i'll say 'omftmnt' / 'oh my freakin' teenage mutant ninja turtles'. haha. i'm just cool like that, bro. did that make any sense? oh well. if it didn't, i'm not going to try to re-explain. i'm too lazy. this is just a small degree of how difficult it could be to understand me.

on the plus side, i'm a nice guy. at least i think i am. i try to use my manners... when i remember them. uhh uhh, i stutter sometimes. it means nothing, but often times i think faster than i speak so it's even hard keeping up with myself. /chuckle. oh! my favorite word is rawr. remember that. i say it a lot. let's see... i also talk in third person sometimes. it's amusing. what else? i LOVE God of War. best game ever. don't argue with me. end of story.

eh, enough about me in general. i'll move on to my background/family. so i have a few siblings. my home life was normal, i guess. we were above middle-class, but our family was very structured. i had to buy my own first car, get a job, and go through the normal transitions rather than just being one of those snobby kids who got everything they wanted. we had to learn to appreciate the things we own instead of taking them for granted. of course, at the time, i hated how my parents made us actually do chores rather than just getting a maid or something. now i'm glad they did because now that i travel with the band, i know how to take care of myself.

did i tell y'all i'd explain why my name is fang? i don't remember. oh well. i'll tell you anyway. SO. long story short - in college, my mom and pa met at a bar. they didn't do anything... well not that night. they were in an open relationship for a while. until my mom found out she was pregnant with me. this was roughly around in their senior year of college. but anyway, mom had to take a test thing to see who was the father. /glare. so. i'm an accident, pretty much. my pa was one trippy-ass guy. one of his favorite singers ever was sting. so, when he found out i was his kid, he jus HAD to give me some unique name. i don't have a problem with it. i love my name. the only thing i don't like is that i'm the eldest sibling in my family. it sucks balls.

i think that's about it. feel free to ask me any questions. well... THAT'S ALL FOLKS!"





^{hey, so i'm MATTT!. i've been roleplaying for about 2-3 years now. as well as this character, i also play none. you can reach me by pm or aim [mysteryscoobzz] if you need me for anything. i found PERFECT DYSFUNCTION by sarah's request on caution and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

Raiden silently debated whether or not studying was worth the time at the moment while he felt in a slightly gloomy mood. His footsteps reflected in each window pane as he walked by Borders Bookstore without so much a glance towards the shop. Small eddies of wind wrestled with his hair, causing him to immediately react by flipping his dark brown locks to the side. Although there was no use. The breeze would lift and ruffle his hair once more.

This continuation with the breeze set the male off as he turned around and stormed into Borders. He decided he would study. Or at least sit down and relax. Maybe look through some magazines. In fact, he brushed past a few people in order to reach the magazine stand. His dull gray hues furiously scanned the genres before he found himself in the music section. Guitars, to be exact. Raiden's slender fingers coiled around the spine of the newest Guitar World magazine - this issue's focus seemed to be on Eddie Van Halen. One of the greatest rock'n'roll stars ever. Eddie was practically the reason why the male had started music. Drugs, sex, rock'n'roll... it all was very appealing when Raiden was younger. Now that he was twenty and knew better than that, he appreciated the art of music rather than endulging in it's stereotypes.

He found this particular issue intriguing - it wasn't just about Eddie Van Halen. It was about his most famous icon: Frankenstein. His signature guitar. Raiden already knew about Frankenstein. The guitar was worth over a million dollars. He also knew that there were constant arguments between news reporters, who had to provide bull-shit news stories over the most famous debate in rock'n'roll history. Would Eddie Van Halen's son, Wolfgang, ever inherit Frankenstein if Eddie died? Eddie had responded to these news reports. He confirmed that his wishes were to have Frankenstein buried with him. End of story.

So Raiden was just dying to see what people had to say about Van Halen this time. Already, this magazine cover had lightened his saddened mood. He just needed to know what more these people could say. It was a topic that had been stretched and thinned out so that it could no longer be enjoyable. The male walked towards an area near the coffee kiosk - then froze. He noticed a familiar figure - all too familiar. Without being seen, he slipped closer, and at a more stealthy angle so that he could confirm her identity. A sigh fell from his lips. It was Jillian. This was impossible. Preposterous. Outrageous! Although... it was true. The evidence was sitting there, in front of him. The argument stood: should he talk to her?

All these years, he could never forget her. Never get over her. How could he? No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't push her memory away. And now, he had the perfect chance. The chance to rekindle something. Anything. He had the chance to make her an experience in his life once more - being a memory was far too depressing. What should he say? He couldn't let her know exactly how pathetic he was... although his search for something, anything, to say came up empty. He just wanted to go up to her, hug her, smell her hair. No, that was too sensitive. The male couldn't have that.

Raiden had to do this. He couldn't hesitate. Now it didn't matter whether he acted like a fool or not. His main concern was his nerves - she made him uneasy. She gave him this delectable taste that lingered on the tip of his tongue, threatening to dissolve at any hint of his vulgarity. His nerves engulfed his entire body, nearly leaving him petrified. There was not one passerby that had not stared at him, or pointed, or gossiped about how he stood there staring awkwardly at Jill. You couldn't blame them - it was sort of stalkerish.

He took the chance now. He broke free of this nervousness and approached her quietly. A gentle hand lifted and rested upon her shoulder as sipped her coffee. "Well if it isn't Miss Jillian. Where have you been these past years?" He forced himself to plaster a smile - an immediate thought crushed his hope and caused him to clutch the magazine in his hand with an iron grip. What if she was seeing someone? Raiden didn't know if he could handle news like that. He wanted her, no doubt. As much as he tried to get over her, he just couldn't deny that she'd always have a place in his heart. "Is it alright if I sit here with you?"

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