REED, BLAKE GREGORY

[blake]

blake gregory reed
twenty three ,, green bay, wisconsin ,, sixsixsix-vocalist ,, straight ,, partier ,, jaxin hall
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I'm a little unconventional looking. I have tattoos in visible places. I have gauges (yeah those stretchy ear lobe things). Yeah, My eyes are a light blue color and well, I'm a skinny yet somewhat muscular bastard. My hair, well it's a very light brown color which is thin and straight. I have those cute swoopy bangs things that girls think is cute. You usually find me in jeans and a tee shirt, I stand at 5'11" Yeah I know I'm a tall bastard. It's kinda annoying. All these women are so tiny compared to me. But whatever. And I have what most people call an "alluring aura". They say that people are oddly attracted to me from my cute looks and wonderful personality.

OK, so things that I like. Well, I don't mind a good party every now and then, my friends are pretty awesome. Some girl to fill my bed isn't too shabby either. I love drinking alcohol and smoking....cigarettes and some hash. What else do I like? I love a good movie. Something funny, or horrific, although I'm not scared easily, except for centipedes. Those things freak me out. But I like good music too. Not any of that trance or techno weird stuff. Some good rock and metal and death metal. Shit like that really rocks my boat. Always has to be honest, hanging out with Spencer, even though I've known her forever. I don't mind it too much.

Things I don't like well.... CENTIPEDES. I also hate clowns. they annoy the hell out of me, I can't stand them one bit. I also don't like being alone. I like having fun with people being alone is NOT my thing. And boring situations aren't something I like either. Doing things is what I want. I like moving around and seeing people and stuff. I don't like people who think they're smarter than me just because I tend to party a lot, I'm a pretty smart guy. I REALLY don't like guys who are judgemental and wicked cocky. I mean yeah I have my moments where I'm cocky but overly cocky, so annoying.

I was born on February 12. In Greenbay, Wisconsin. Yeah, pretty boring right? I was a cute little kid not going to lie. But apparently, there was something wrong with me. My parents didn't like me much. My mom was a political machine and well, my dad, my dad he was a has been musician. And I think the fact that I took away their careers pissed them off. I was neglected no doubt. And when I was a toddler, well there was a lot of nights where I'd go to bed with no food.

Yeah, life was pretty rough, no one really knew about what happened except for Spencer. She was and is my best friend. I've known her all my life. Well things started getting out of hand when I turned 12. I was over Spencer's house every night. I would climb up the side of her house and into her room. I'd sit there for hours on end just talking everything out with her. She was the only one who really understood.And well, when we'd just sit, we'd listen to music. She had her bass and well, we were listening to music and we would just sit there and sing and she would play. It was fun, and well when I'd go home, the fun ended. Her parents would sneak in food to my room through the pulley system Spence and I had. Yeah, we were lame. It was weird, the feelings I had for Spencer, they weren't something I was familiar with, but looking back, it was love in the making.

We were playing music together for a while. And well, we found a couple of my friends from high school and started up a band. You, know, Spencer is a wicked bookworm. Yeah, kinda nerdy, but I found her some friends who could help her open up a bit, but I knew she was kind of half assing it. I can't help it. I know her inside and out, she's my best friend and the love of my life, although she keeps pushing me away.

Kevin, He was Spencer's brother. He was so chill. But, well, he died. It was pretty rough on all of them. Which only made me go over to Spencers ten times more than I used to. I let her tell me everything. I'd let her cry in my arms, and well, she'd fall asleep there, exhausted. I would stay all night and leave at four when Mr. Enders woke up.

Well,anyway, I went over one night when I was 16. I was well, quite beat up. It was kinda bad. I sat down at the dinner table, and Mr and Mrs. Enders were really nice, but they knew what was going on. He asked me so many questions. But I couldn't stay. Yeah I'd run away all the time to Spencer's house, but, this was different. But Mr. Enders made me stay the night. Next thing I knew, my parents were in jail. Which was surprising. I was taken under guardianship of the Enders family and well, I think Spencer thought they were replacing Kevin with me, which was not true at all. I could never replace Kevin. But, anyway, Spencer kept dating guys and shit, I dated so many more girls, brought them home, let them leave in the morning, I'm really big with sex I suppose. I'm not one to connect and get to know someone, because well, look how it's worked out with Spence.

Anywho, we ended up getting past that and making a legitimate band with our friends. I sing and she plays bass. I hope she realizes how much I love her. But, she doesn't realize that at all. I hope she does soon. But I mean, well, Our band, We've been together for three years, signed for one, and it's been the time of a lifetime. Our fans are great. And I love getting to meet them and getting to inspire them.I try my best to help out in whichever way I can to make our fans love us a little more every day "





^{hey, so i'm bryant. i've been roleplaying for two years now. as well as this character, i also play no one else. you can reach me by pm is fine if you need me for anything. i found PERFECT DYSFUNCTION by jane and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

Dylan woke up to the buzzing of the alarm clock. The small numbers glowed a red 7:45 AM. He let his arm fall effortlessly on top of the snooze button as he turned around and let the sheets wrap around his body in another round. His eyes began to open slightly and the room was still dark, but he knew what was surrounding him. An almost empty wardrobe and well, an empty kitchen and such. He looked around and well, it was quite obvious that Kaylynn wasn’t around. Because, last night he spent the night in the apartment. Dylan’s old apartment before Kaylynn and before Leah. It was the apartment above the tattoo shop that he used to live in. Last night, well Dylan got into a terrible fight with Leah, and well the fact that Kaylynn was trying to help, wasn’t really helping. So, he went to the bar, spent time with Jordan, drinking away his sorrow, and this lovely morning, he was paying for it, big time.

His head was pulsating. He slowly sat up and let the sheets fall and expose his bare chest to the cold room. A shiver ran down his spine as he stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Turning on the shower, the steam began to rise and warm the bathroom. He walked underneath the hot water. Washing him and making him presentable for work. Dylan opened up the wardrobe and looked at the clothes that still remained. A red plaid shirt was hanging, Oli slid it off the hanger and began to button it up and roll up the sleeves. He opened up the drawer on the side and got a pair of jeans and slid them on. Dylan quickly touched each ear lobe making sure each plug with diamonds was in. Looking around he found his chucks and quickly slid them on and tied them. On top of the small wardrobe were his accessories. His two rings, his phone, cigarettes, scarf and beanie. He slid on the rings, tossed his cigarettes and phone in his pocket, and wrapped the scarf around his neck. He walked towards the door, grabbing the keys from the small bowl by the door and took his jacked off the coat hanger and zipped it up before he walked out of the door. He went down the second set of stairs that lead right outside. The cold air hit Dylan quickly and he slid his hand in his pocket and put on his sun glasses. His hangover was getting pretty bad.

Walking over to the grocery store next door, Dylan walked through the aisles and grabbed a package of pop tarts and an apple juice. He brought them to the counter and the familiar clerk gave Dylan a nod and he returned with a slightly lop sided smile. Walking back to the shop, Dylan kept his hands in his pocket and his head down. He brought out the keys to unlock the door into Monroe Tattoo and Piercing. He walked in and the black,red, and gold room, made him instantly feel at home.Dylan took off his coat but the heat was on so the parlor was a bit warm. Unbuttoning the few top buttons on his shirt, his chest piece began to show. He put his coat on the rack and he heard something fall to the ground.

Looking at the black velvet box, Dylan sighed. Picking it up and opening it revealing a silver band. A silver band with nine small diamonds in it. Dylan gave out a small sigh “Damn you Kaylynn” he said to himself. He walked over behind the front desk. Using the light switch panel he turned everything on. And putting the black velvet box in the top drawer, he tried forgetting about it by beginning today’s paperwork. He sat down in the chair behind the desk playing around with the computer and getting what little work he had to do done. He was desperately waiting for something to pre-occupy his mind.

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