HAWKS, ronnie ethan

[ronnie]

ronald ethan hawks.
twenty-two ,, las vegas, nevada ,, bite me/drummer ,, homosexual ,, two-faced ,, kai
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"Hi, well, I guess I'll start off with my name. I'm Ronald, but you can just call me Ronnie. Yeah, I prefer that name really, hate when people call me Ronald. Anyway, I'm the drummer of the band Bite Me. I was born, raised and sculptured in the city of Las Vegas, which was alright growing up, because we weren't poor, and but we weren't rich, we were just in-between, which was fine. 
So, what am I like? Well, I'm kind of a nerd, I guess. No, scratch that. A complete nerd. I'm into science, and building and taking computers apart, and video games. I'm into all that, always have been. They're just so... Interesting. Besides drums, they were my number one hobbies. I had good grades going through school, mostly because I didn't have much to do on a Friday night. Yeah, I'm not all that cool, really. I'm obsessed with zombies, my apartment is filled with like, Resident Evil posters, I swear. Yeah, you can't get much nerdy than me. 
Yeah... I'm two-faced, I guess. I'll say I won't do something, and turn around and do it. I tend to act nice to people, then turn around and talk shit about them. It's just how I am. I don't exactly know why, but I always seem to see the worse in people. Whether it be how huge their nose is, or how they talk and act. Little things some people don't notice, I do, and I pick it off of them and talk shit about it. I'm also quite rude, depending on who you are, friends and fans I'm alright with, but anyone else I'm just kinda like... Whatever. 
Now let's see... Ahh, history. Umm, well, I grew up in Las Vegas, which is alright. Like anyone else, it's pretty boring when you don't got any extra pocket change because I never got allowance because I was too lazy to clean my room, haha. But my parents were together, still are and I have a younger brother that's only a year younger than me. We're pretty tight, me and my brother, which is cool. We're pretty much twins, since we're close in age and all, and hang out a lot. 
Anyway, growing up, like you know I was a geek. I was the kid playing video games and stuff on the swing set at recess time. I always had nose bleeds, and I wore glasses. I was sort of picked on in school, but not as bad as you see on tv. It was mostly the stupid kids wanted me to do their homework, and that jazz. I glided through school like that, not quiet, but annoying. In high school was when I really changed, got a hair cut, getting rid of my greasy hair and all that. Got contacts, and sort of just changed my style. Which was weird at first, because along with that, I had changed my friends, too. I went from my geeky friends, to the boy's in the band type thing. That's when my attitude really changed. I went from the nerd to the guy who pretended he cared about everyone and then turn around and complain about it.
I guess I've been playing drums for awhile, it started off as something to get me away from the computer, and video games and stuff, really. I tried different instruments, like piano and stuff, but nothing interested me, until I had a cousin that let me use his drums and it just went from there, really."


^{hey, so i'm emily. i've been roleplaying for three and a half years now. as well as this character, i also play no other characters at the moment. you can reach me by pm is fine if you need me for anything. i found PERFECT DYSFUNCTION  by tumblr and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

An orangish glow illuminated from the end of the the cancer stick. It released smoke that disappeared nearly instantly into thin air. Daniel held the cigarette in between his thin lips, his long, slender tattood fingers running through his naturally brown hair. His eyes showed sign of fatigue, bags underlining the tired looking boy's eyes. Daniel wasn't much of a morning person. He was the kind of guy who stayed up all night and slept all day, then was completely slack when he didn't feel up to his usual ways. Daniel removed the cigarette from his lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke, and followed it up with a yawn. He could have sworn he had some form of insomnia or something, unable to sleep at night. Or maybe it was the fact that he constantly forced his eyes to stay open at night because he just wasn't ready to call it a day. 
Daniel walked through the halls of the recording building, ignoring anyone he passed, and only nodding his head at those who even bothered to greet him that morning. He was sort of in a foul mood, but who wasn't when they wake up and have to spend the day stuck in a recording studio? He proceeded down the hall, not caring if cigarettes were even permitted inside the building, he didn't give a fuck. If they wanted him in, especially in the morning, they were going to have to put up with it. Yeah, he was because some what of an ignorant asshole, but so what? He didn't care. Plus he didn't think anyone really minded, and it wasn't a secret that he smoked a whole lot of cigarettes in a day, and without them he'd be stressed out and bitchy. 
Now, you're probably thinking Daniel is a complete asshole if he doesn't get his way, or something. See, it's not like that. Well, in some situations, yes, it is. But not all the time. He was an alright guy. Gets along with those who choose to treat him well, and dislikes those who don't. But he was often annoyed by things. How everything works. He had a point of view on things, and he liked to keep his mind set on those things. Like groupies and fans, for example. He understood the whole fan thing, where sure they bought your t-shirts, buy your CDs ( or songs on iTunes, psh. CDs, who buys them anymore? ), and went to a concert or two. But when it got to the point where they're confessing their never dying love for you, or how clingy they are, or how they wanted to get in your pants, he just didn't like it. It was too much. He often comes off as a big asshole to a large amount of fans that were out of control because it disgusted him. What do they really love? Their image, or their sound? You could never tell when it came to meeting them. Those hungry eyes that stare you down for as long as they can. The eagerness to get more out of you, whether it be pictures or an autograph or even both. And then their were the moments where he'd be trying to live his life and bam, a fan comes out of nowhere and asks for some pictures. Can't they see he's busy? Sometimes he can't exactly stop his life just for them. But they say that's what happens when you want to climb the ladder of fame, even though he wasn't doing this for the fame. Well, yeah, the attention was nice. He liked the fan when they were in the crowd, watching him do his thing on stage, just not when he was done and they just assume he's all entertainment all the time. He loved all those eyes on him, the way they followed the band's every move. He'd act silly on stage sometimes, just for some good laughs, but he was the same off stage so it wasn't like he was being fake up there. 
Daniel entered the recording studio, eyes examining the room, no one else inside, before lazily making his way over to the couch, letting himself drop to the couch while he waited for someone to come along and help him record his part.

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